Wei Guansun was bitten by a thin dog, but it was not serious, but it happened to be injured in the ankle, and he walked a little lame, which looked more awkward.

"Cousin, between you and my brothers, after a few drinks, you shouldn't say that I'm not qualified."

Yo, this sixth man actually came up.

Zhao Mengqi glanced at Wei Guansun's feet, and thought about it, wanting to tease him, "What did Cousin Wei say, what qualifications does your family have for drinking, but there is also a way to talk about drinking, otherwise wouldn't it be boring to drink dry?" ”

Wei Guansun is fine as long as Zhao Mengqi doesn't refuse, as for fighting wits and courage, he is still very sure, "What does my cousin mean by the wine order?" I don't know if I want a military order or a civil order? ”

Liquor order, simply put, is in the drinking game, the gameplay is varied, the loser will be punished according to the agreement, it has been very popular since ancient times, basically as long as it is convenient to divide the winner of the game, can be used to make a wine order, guess boxing, roll dice, shoot over, etc. is the martial order, poetry, couplets, continuation sentences, etc. is the text order.

The literary style of the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and it was very particular about the mood of life, and it was natural to pursue elegance in the wine order, such as 'small words' and 'loose songs' were developed from the wine order.

Just to his surprise, Zhao Mengqi said very casually, "Just you and me, let's talk about it, it's simple and fast." ”

"Couplet? Cousin, you're not kidding? Wei Guansun was surprised, and even a little secretly happy, isn't this his own forte, win steadily!

Couplets, that is, couplets, but there was no such term at this time, which is usually called 'couplets', 'two sentences are couplets, four sentences are absolute', and quatrain poems developed from this.

"Of course, you don't joke, and the prince is also a king!" Zhao Mengqi's eyes were full of meaning, and his words were punned, "You and I make sentences to each other, if they don't match, we will take a word and a cup, what do you think?" ”

"Since it's my cousin's insistence, it's no wonder that my brother won't be able to win." Wei Guansun said, thought about it again, and set a limit, lest Zhao Mengqi take a trick, "Don't be absolute, that is, the sentence itself must have a lower link." ”

"No problem!"

Zhao Mengqi stretched out his palm, and then Wei Guansun high-fived him, and the apparent agreement was completed.

King Rong on the side has been paying attention to Zhao Mengqi, and found that the words and deeds of this 'son' today have changed very much from before, and he dared to play Wenling with Wei Guansun, so he got up and walked over in surprise.

"Shiro, if you really want to enforce the drinking order, you might as well roll the dice."

The implication is that King Rong doesn't think that Zhao Mengqi can play Wei Guansun culturally, after all, Wei Guansun has always been smart, and he is relatively talented among the younger generation.

Wei Guansun saw that he finally put King Zhong in the bag, and he was about to win against this stupid cousin, but he didn't expect the second uncle to come out and insert a bar, and his heart became anxious, "Uncle don't worry, Guan Sun will definitely stop at the point, and he won't let his cousin lose too badly." ”

"Hehe, this hasn't started yet, it's hard to say whether you'll win or lose." Zhao Mengqi was calm and saluted to King Rong, "Uncle Wang, don't worry, since you have already high-fived, how can you regret it?" ”

"Alright, then I'll be the recorder." King Rong was more and more amazed at the performance of his 'son'.

As soon as the master of King Rong moved, he instantly concentrated the attention of the whole audience, and after inquiring about each other, they all knew what was going on, and they all started to watch the excitement, and even more people began to laugh at the fool of King Zhong.

Wei Guansun, is the nephew of King Rong and will soon become his stepson, Zhao Mengqi, is the son of King Rong, and has been succeeded as a nephew.

Seeing that everyone was watching, feeling that this was no longer just a game, King Rong became serious, waved his hand, and after letting the servants arrange it, he turned into two 'sons' and sat against each other.

A group of yamen gathered behind Wei Guansun, with an excited face, and by Zhao Mengqi's side, there was only one Huang Wolf.

Zhao Mengqi waved his hand, looking very meaningless, "You go out first, but I can remind you, don't keep your hand, otherwise you will definitely regret it!" ”

The sentence does not say that it must be original, it must be the first person to have the advantage, and it is generally guessed that Zhao Mengqi's approach undoubtedly makes people feel that he is not only a mallet, but also unashamed.

Wei Guansun originally wanted to go step by step, but when he heard this, he wanted to teach Zhao Mengqi a lesson first, "You're welcome to be a brother, cousin, listen well, my last sentence is, 'Taixie Manfangtang, Liulang Lotus Room, Ququ is all into the painting', please be right." ”

"Good sentence!"

"Wonderful, Brother Wei really learned people."

"Hey, hey, it's a good sentence to shoot, will there be some victories, he can ...... the loyal king"

"You can't say that, even if it's a wine order, we and other scholars should go all out, hiding it and tucking it is the villain's doing."

Most of the people present were cultural people, and they knew whether the sentences were good or bad as soon as they heard them, and those Yanai were even more proud, not only coaxing, but also sneering.

Zhao Mengqi muttered, others thought he was thinking about how to do it, but they didn't expect him to speak, "Sixteen words, then I will drink sixteen cups, yellow wolf, and pour wine." ”

Yes? Is this a towel? Isn't it, don't think about it anymore? This loyal king not only has straw bales, but also salted fish!

Basically, no one would think that Zhao Mengqi would be able to come out, but it was still surprising that he lay down so quickly, if it weren't for his identity, I'm afraid he would have laughed out loud by now.

"Shiro, wait!" King Rong's tone was a little anxious, but he knew that this 'son' was weak, "Even if you lose, you can't drink so much, drink a glass to show it, and I'll help you drink the rest." ”