As the wine was served, the literati began to raise their glasses and change their glasses.

Among the four talents, Pang Juanzhi is especially good at drinking, and he is the best poet among the four.

So after the drink, the other three were watching him.

Lu Huailiang said: "Brother Juan, in the spring of the coming year, the four of you and I will go our separate ways, presumably because we will gather less and leave more." ”

"It's rare to get together now, and there's a glass of wine."

"Why don't you write a poem to express your pride?"

Pang Juanzhi smiled when he heard this, and said: "What Huailiang said is very true, and watch me drink and compose poems." ”

The verses recited by others at poetry meetings are often composed in advance.

Including the other three of the four talents, most of them are also the same.

He is the only one who writes every poem on the spot, and he especially likes to write poems after drinking.

Because that feeling of drunkenness is more likely to give birth to inspiration.

It is precisely because of this talent that he is able to suppress the other three talents, and there is a faint tendency to be the first of the four talents.

Just as he raised his glass and drank it, thinking about the wine entering his throat and stimulating thousands of thoughts, the whole person suddenly froze.

The emotions brewed by looking at the rolling water and blowing the bleak autumn wind converged instantly, and the inspiration collapsed.

I saw him put down his wine glass, and the expression on his face was neither joy nor sadness, as if he had escaped into an empty door.

"It's... Brother Juan, what's wrong? Isn't it a dry thought? Need to brew a thing or two? Lu Huailiang was surprised.

Pang Juanzhi didn't speak, only waved the wine glass in front of him and motioned for him to drink.

Although Lu Huailiang was puzzled, he also picked up the wine glass and took two sips.

The moment the drink was in its mouth, it froze. The next moment, spit out all the drinks.

Because of the hasty action, he vomited on his clothes.

For a while, he was embarrassed and swept away.

"This, this..., Brother Huailiang, on the occasion of the Huainan Poetry Club, an elegant place, how can you do such a vulgar act?" Tian Jiabing was also shocked by Zhao Huailiang's move, and couldn't help but speak up.

"Drink, cough, cough, you'll know when you drink." Zhao Huailiang had to cough while saying because he vomited too quickly.

Tian Jiabing was a little helpless, and said that Brother Lu's alcohol consumption was too bad, but one cup was actually drunk like this.

So he raised the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

Brother Lu, Brother Lu, let you see what it means to be drunk without getting drunk!

However, the next moment, a musty smell mixed with the smell of rotten eggs, which instantly exploded in his mouth, frantically stimulating the senses on his tongue.

"Phew, poof!" Tian Jiabing learned from Lu Huailiang and spit out all the wine.

"Enter your mother!" He slammed his glass on the table and said angrily.

"Brother Tian, Fengya, pay attention to Fengya!"

"Elegant fart! Who made this wine? Is this also called fine wine? ”

Tian Jiabing was the hottest temper among the four, and at this time he lost face in front of his friends, where was he willing to endure it, even if he scolded loudly.

Zhang Hui was complacent, and when he heard this, he frowned.

"Tian Gongzi, don't you want to spew blood!"

"This fine wine is the best wine that we Zhang Ji made day and night, even if it is spring, I am afraid that it will not be able to reach it." Zhang Hui spoke with full confidence.

"Okay, okay, I also said that your Zhang family is generous, so many drinks, you don't even take a penny. Now I understand, where is the wine, it is clearly the rancid water! ”

Rancid?

How can it be?

Zhang Hui was just about to refute, when he saw another person stand up, smash the wine bowl, pointed at him and scolded angrily:

"Tian Gongzi is right, this is clearly rancid water!"

Another person stood up and said: "The Huainan Poetry Club has always been a grand meeting among my Huainan scholars. What kind of rancid water do you dare to fool us, what is your intention? Have you taken the Huainan literary world into account! ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and people kept getting up and angrily reprimanding Zhang Qu.

This made him a little confused by the second monk, clearly... It's clear that there was still a lot of praise just now, why did it become like this in a blink of an eye?

Heaven to hell, I'm afraid there is nothing more than this.

Wine!

It's the wine that's wrong!

Zhang Hui picked up the wine glass and drank it all. But he was choked by the rancid smell of rotten eggs, and he was sobbing and flowing.

This... How is this different from Liu Kee's new wine?

Gu Beichuan lied to me? Or did Zhang Tao lie to me?

But he didn't have time to think about what had gone wrong, and the terrible consequences began to come to his mind.

Zhang Ji and Liu Ji's bet was lost!

This gamble is so big, it is impossible to do that trick.

Therefore, Zhang Ji had to close the store, and he had to give all the stores to Liu Ji.

The most important thing is! Father Zhang Xing doesn't know yet!

When my father returns, how will I face him?

And those wine bottles and glasses, flashy, but enough to cost him seventy cents!

There are also the salaries of the guys, which have also risen quite a bit these days.

If Zhang Ji successfully defeats Liu Ji and takes over Liu Ji Wine Shop, then these efforts are naturally nothing.

But now... Now there's nothing!

The money spent is real!

Thinking of this, Zhang Qu trembled, and his legs had already begun to tremble.

A deep fear engulfed him, and his body became cold along his spine.

The whole person sat on the ground, unable to say a word.

Seeing this scene, the scholars who were originally scolding vigorously restrained a little.

Falling into the well is not a gentleman's doing.

If it's in private, it's natural to scold as much as you want.

But now it's the Huainan Poetry Club, in front of classmates and friends, naturally can't do too much.

After all, everyone is a face-saving person, and you have to pay attention to the impact.

"Fu Bo, present to you the talents of my Liu Ji's wine."

At this moment, Gu Beichuan, who had been silently and watched coldly, stood up and said.

Seeing this, Fauber's heart was excited.

Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji, you also have today!

As a member of the whole program, Fauber knows the cause and effect better than anyone else, but he has no regrets.

The sins of heaven are forgivable, but they are not allowed to live.

If it weren't for Zhang Ji's crooked thoughts, how could he have ended up like this?

But now the scene is special, and he quickly reined in his thoughts and ordered the guys to serve wine.

A glass of wine was served on the table, but all the talented people looked at each other and didn't dare to move.

Zhang Ji's rancid water is still vivid, who knows what kind of wine this Liu Ji is?

It's better to let someone else drink first!

Including the four talents, they also have the same mind.

Pang Juanzhi, who was originally a drunkard, looked at the exquisite wine glass at this time, but he was unmoved.

Tian Jiabing and Lu Huailiang are the same, no one wants to relive the taste just now.

Only Zhao Huaicai picked up the wine bottle and observed carefully.

"Brewed talents, brewed talents!"

"This sentence is quite good, just a few numbers, there is such an artistic conception."

"The words are even more beautiful, wild and uninhibited, and the pen is erect."

After thinking about it, he picked up his glass and drank it down.

Not for anything else, just for this word, these words are also worth drinking!