"Everyone is so interested in drinking, why don't we play a fun game. Ji Ruohua said.

"What game to play?!" asked Feng'er, a little strange.

Ji Ruohua snorted at her, "This is what these literati and ink writers are best at, it's none of your business, you don't care." ”

As soon as she said this, Feng'er was not convinced, "Sister of the group leader, you don't want to look at people in the cracks of the door and flatten people." Who said that poetry and painting are the business of those literati and artists......?!

Chen Jiageng said: "Oh, I really can't see it, it turns out that there is a talented woman sitting in front of us, why don't you please chant a poem for us on the spot, so that we can open our eyes?!"

After speaking, he took the lead in applauding, and the atmosphere on the wine table suddenly became even higher.

Chen Xuan's mood was a little complicated, he was actually thinking about a question, that is, what kind of person is he?!

Because according to his past experience, since he crossed into this world, he occupied the body of his predecessor, but his soul is his pre-crossing self, and nothing has changed.

It's just that he has almost forgotten about his experience before the crossing, and he doesn't even know who he used to be and how much ink he has in his stomach, so it's a very embarrassing experience.

The Baoding in his hand, whether he can help him solve the problem of poetry and endowment, he is not sure in his heart, because this has not been tried before, if it is really his turn to perform live, then he can only start the Baoding in his hand, and this practice is very embarrassing for him.

Because after all, this is not a practice of cultivation, but a display of one's talent for literary cultivation.

At this moment, Chen Xuan may really be able to understand that people often say that books are hated less when they are used.

"Come on, what's the big deal!" Feng'er said as she stood up from the table and folded her hands on her hips.

"Well, let's applaud him!"

There was another round of warm applause, and the applause did not fall, but I heard the wind say: "Everyone here, I have a small condition, you must meet it, otherwise I will ...... I'm not going to do it. ”

Chen Jiageng, who was in high spirits, said: "Miss Feng'er, don't give up, I really want to feel Miss Feng'er's literary brilliance." You talk about your conditions, don't say a small condition, even if it is thousands of big conditions, we will accept them. ”

Chen Kah Kee's words were exaggerated, which made Chen Xuan feel very funny, maybe in Chen Kah Kee's heart, there was a little bit of a joke.

Because since ancient times, reading was only the business of men, and women mainly did needlework and took care of children at home.

"Haha, that's what you said......"

"No problem, you can mention it...... conditions for it. ”

Chen Jiageng may have drunk two glasses of wine, and began to stammer, could it be that this osmanthus wine is so strong, Chen Xuan felt a little strange.

Since he hadn't drunk alcohol before, he just took a sip and watched them compete.

"My conditions are not harsh, let alone excessive. That is, every time I say a word, you have to take a sip of wine, how about it? My conditions are not excessive, right?!" Feng'er looked at Chen Jiageng, then at Chen Xuan, and asked.

"Not too much...... Not excessive...... You can't say too much...... you can't say too much" Chen Jiageng looked at Chen Xuan and shook his head again and again.

"What about you, what do you think?!" Ji Xiaofeng looked at Chen Xuan, who had not expressed his position for a long time, and asked.

In this case, Chen Xuan had no choice but to bite the bullet, he pretended to be deep and straightened up, and then said: "Since Mr. Chen opened Chrysostom, then I, as a young descendant, have no opinion. Do as you say, but I suggest you only write one poem, or I'll get drunk before you finish your poem. ”

"Hahaha......" A burst of hearty laughter came out of Ji Xiaofeng's mouth, which made Chen Xuan sound a little harsh and a little embarrassed.

Because Chen Xuan clearly felt it, this Ji Xiaofeng looked down on him a little.

He remembered that the county lord Ji Ruohua just now talked about matching them, which was unbearable for Chen Xuan, because of Ji Xiaofeng's character, he didn't have anything to do with this Chen Xuan at all.

"It's not a human race...... Have a drink ......"

"Good...... We talk ......" Tan Kah Kee took the lead in raising the cup, drank it all, and then put the cup on the table and said to Feng'er.

Seeing this situation, Chen Xuan had no choice but to follow.

"Alright, let me have a second sentence...... Move from the middle of the month...... One more drink......" Feng'er looked at Chen Jiageng and Chen Xuan, and said with a smile.

The two of them had another drink...... However, Chen Xuan felt that something was not right, but he was not good for the sake of face, so he said directly.

I only heard the wind continue to say: "Guang Hanxiang is a little ...... Come again, don't play tricks, you two big men. ”

"No, no, no, are you bullying me for not reading?!Where do I seem to have heard it?!" Chen Xuan couldn't help it and said.

"Didn't you just hear me say it?!Do you want to play tricks and refuse to drink?!Talking doesn't count, this can't work......" Feng'er pouted and said.

"No, I mean that the poems you read were not written by yourself, they were written by others, and you just used them to fool us. ”

Chen Xuan finally remembered that he had learned this poem before, so he continued to read: "I will make up for the last sentence, it seems to be called blowing all over the mountain...... Isn't that right? I remember right?!"

"Hahaha...... You guys...... You're so stupid...... I was actually deceived...... How did you drink so much, did you get drunk?!"

Feng'er couldn't straighten down with a smile, it seemed that she had never been so happy, because she had already poured the two people in front of her almost completely.

"You...... You...... How can this be?!"

As soon as Chen Jiageng finished stammering a sentence, he fell down with a thud, and then fell drunk under the table of the Eight Immortals, and suddenly snorted loudly.

At this moment, Chen Xuan, although he was not drunk, was already too drunk, he felt a little dizzy, his limbs were weak, and there seemed to be a turbid breath in his stomach, which was about to gush out.

"Sister, why are you like this?!" Ji Ruohua said a little angrily.

"But sister, this person is an impostor, where is he the teacher of Xunyang Academy......" Feng'er said unconvinced.

"Miss Feng'er, how do you say this?!" Chen Xuan felt very strange and asked.

Feng'er smiled at Chen Xuan and said, "Yes, I did borrow a poet's Yonggui. If he really reads poetry and books and achieves the level of literary cultivation, he should be able to completely debunk me on the spot. But he didn't, I think he must have had another purpose, at least not all the way with us......"