Pei Jianzhi's face flushed red instantly after being rebuked.
Xie Yuyao covered her mouth and smiled, her charming expression evident in her eyes.
"The Duke of Zhenguo is indeed mighty! Ladies, what are you waiting for? Serve Young Master Mu some wine!"
As soon as Xie Yuyao finished speaking, everyone smelled a fragrant breeze.
Hundreds of women dressed in gorgeous clothes walked in with small steps, carrying wooden trays.
Each wooden tray held a glass of wine.
Mu Zian took a sip; the wine was mellow and fragrant, but its alcohol content was not high.
Its alcohol content surpasses that of later beers.
How much beer can you drink? Don't ask me about my alcohol tolerance, just point towards the sea.
One lamp after another, one cup after another.
Everyone stared at Mu Zi'an in shock until the wine cups filled the desk.
At this moment, Mu Zi'an's face was slightly flushed, his demeanor was elegant, and he was enjoying the wine and the moment was just right.
The incense sticks standing there had already burned halfway.
Mu Zian, however, showed no sign of putting pen to paper.
Pei Shaoji sneered upon seeing this.
"I hope you can be just as carefree when you fulfill your promise!"
The renowned scholars who had followed were now looking at each other in bewilderment.
Looking at Mu Zi'an's half-drunk and half-awake state, was he planning to just pretend to be drunk and give up?
At that very moment, Pei Shaoji put down his pen and stopped writing.
"My poem is finished! Please enjoy it!"
After saying that, Pei Shaoji began to read aloud.
"If the long river could heal human hatred, then Haixin would know the alliance in the world."
"A withered tree cannot shelter a phoenix, and a lonely duckweed clings to floating roots."
"The stars have already faded into an endless night, so why not light a wildfire to blaze into the dying hour?"
"Knowing that this thing has little power, I fear that its remaining warmth may not be enough to protect it."
As soon as the poem was finished, it was met with cheers.
In the short span of half an incense stick's time, such poetic lines were produced.
The parallelism is perfect, and the rhythm is varied.
Lu Zhengping immediately praised him.
"The language is elegant and the emotions develop gradually; as expected of Young Master Pei! Truly commendable!"
Pei Shaoji revealed a cruel smile as he pulled the dagger stuck in the wooden board and stared at Mu Zian with a sinister look.
"Your turn!"
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