He straightened his chest and replied immediately, "Okay, okay. Then it's settled. Let's make an appointment later, and I'll come to pick up Lord Lin in person."
Soon after, all the guests arrived, including Shen Luo, an old official from the six ministries, and many students from the Confucian Academy. The great scholar Ji Bu led the team himself, and there were hundreds of people in total.
Ying Dehong and Chang Ting, the Grand Herald, also showed up with valuable gifts. Now that Fei Sanzhu had been chopped off and Lin Che was busy with his own affairs, the two of them were unexpectedly promoted and given important positions.
Of course I am very happy.
By the time Wen Hong and Wen Wuyang arrived, almost everyone was there.
The entire Marquis Guanjun Mansion was bustling with activity.
Lin Che was also unequivocal, and gave a passionate speech, then toasted everyone three times.
Wen Wuyang was sitting at the main table. After drinking three cups, her face flushed red as she said:
"Lin Che, I brought my best friend here today. She hasn't seen you write poetry before, so why don't you write one for us now?"
The other guests looked strange, although they also wanted Lin Che to write a poem.
But Wen Wuyang's words were too rude. Lin Che was now the champion marquis.
"Great! It's rare to be happy tonight."
Lin Che didn't mind either, as he knew very well who the powerful person was.
Moreover, if Wen Wuyang had not helped her hold the Cangtian Bag, it might not still be in his hands now.
The great scholar Ji Bu also chuckled: "If Mr. Lin wants to write a poem, I am all ears. Is it a war poem?"
"War poems, it's not that easy. But this one is not bad either—"
Lin Che raised his glass and, under the gaze of all the guests, he slowly walked forward, wandering between each table.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the moon in the night sky.
"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky."
The opening sentence immediately silenced the entire audience.
"I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind back, but I fear the jade palace is too high up in the cold. Dancing with my shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?"
"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear when we are parting?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes; it is impossible to have everything at once."
Lin Che drank the wine in his hand.
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
After he finished speaking, there was a few breaths of silence, followed by a burst of applause.
Gong Huachao is a famous talented woman. She said in a clear voice:
"What a wonderful saying: May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
"Just this one sentence is enough to make me feel left far behind."
The great scholar Ji Bu also pondered: "I think: people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, just as the moon waxes and wanes! This sentence is better."
Everyone was amazed, and someone cursed angrily:
"Hmph. That Mo Zhaoxue, if she hadn't been causing trouble. With Lin Caizi's literary talent, he would definitely be able to write a crimson war poem."
"She deserves what she's doing now!"
Lin Che raised his eyebrows.
How is Mo Zhaoxue?
If it's tragic, then I'll be relieved...
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