Zhao Cheng said, "I am a reader of their novels!"
"Me too! Young Prime Minister, could you please ask them for some of their calligraphy?"
"I'll do my best..."
"Don't try so hard!" Li Guanyu said excitedly, "You can even get a handwritten inscription, getting an authentic piece of calligraphy shouldn't be difficult, right?"
How much silver are you giving me?
"Silver?" Li Guanyu was taken aback.
"Giving them money isn't difficult! They're incredibly popular right now, every word is worth a fortune!!"
Li Guanyu curled his lips, thinking to himself, "If I want to spend a lot of money, why would I need your help?"
Wang Yufeng seized the opportunity to interject, "Since the young prime minister and Brother Li have brought up these literati, why don't we recite some poems to accompany our wine?"
All three of them looked at Wang Yufeng with strange expressions.
What?
Reciting poetry?
When did you, you brute, develop such a fondness for this?
All four were self-aware; apart from Li Guanyu, none of them were fond of reading or writing.
But if we're talking about who's the worst, Zhao Cheng and Xu An are definitely better than Wang Yufeng!
But now, someone with absolutely no literary talent is suggesting reciting poetry?
After climbing to the position of Left Prime Minister, he became incredibly arrogant.
The score on the plains is so beautiful!
Noticing the three men's surprised looks, Wang Yufeng seemed to realize something was amiss and smiled at Li Guanyu, saying, "Brother Li, you're the most talented, why don't you start?"
"Then I'll... make a fool of myself?" Li Guanyu was also a little confused. How did the conversation suddenly turn to his strengths?
"Then I'll use Mr. Pu's most recent poem!"
Li Guanyu closed his eyes, gathering his emotions, and then murmured, "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return..."
Zhao Cheng continued, "Yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers are too cold at such heights. Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world?"
After the song ended, the four of them drank it all in one gulp, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
"Okay, I'll sing the next one!"
Wang Yufeng put down his wine bowl, took a deep breath, and thought to himself, "This moment has finally arrived!"
He gave Zhao Cheng a deep look, his eyes filled with murderous intent!
"Thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon!"
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