"Okay, Your Majesty, please write another poem!"
Yan Xiwen and others applauded and shouted. He looked at Fu Xiaoguan with a smile, thinking, you are the world's top writer, and you just wrote a poem while eating. Now you are a little drunk. Is it possible that you can still do it?
Fu Xiaoguan picked up the teacup and took a big sip. He still did not refuse Meng Xi's request.
Come out to play, the purpose is to have fun!
How long has it been since you felt this happy?
Of course we can't spoil everyone's fun.
"I still say the same thing, poetry and writing are trivial matters, pen and ink will do the job!"
Meng Xi was overjoyed, but the others all widened their eyes - could it be that he could really compose poetry again right away?
He has been the emperor for so many years, and he has been such a good emperor that people have overlooked his status as the best writer in the world.
Even though he had just composed an amazing poem, everyone still thought that it was something he wrote in his daily life and he just recited it while eating.
But looking at him now...it seems like he can really do it with ease.
Meng Xi spread out the paper and ground the ink in front of the desk, then looked at Fu Xiaoguan with anticipation.
Fu Xiaoguan didn't pick up the pen, "Miss, please write for me!"
"...Okay, I'll write it for you."
Fu Xiaoguan looked at everyone and asked, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"How do you bet?"
"How about I write a poem and you have a glass of wine?"
This... Yan Xiwen and the others looked at each other in surprise. This is definitely no problem. One poem for one glass of wine. Even if the people here have already drunk quite a lot, it might be okay if each of them drinks another 10 to 20 glasses. But can you compose 10 to 20 poems?
Even if you are the best writer in the world, it is impossible for you to compose dozens of poems continuously in such a short period of time. If you can... you are a monster, too scary!
"Okay..." Qin Mowen stood up. "Miss Mengxi will be the referee. For every poem Your Majesty writes, we will drink a glass of wine together!"
"Good!" Meng Xi's eyes lit up. This was certainly a great thing!
If Your Majesty composes three or five poems tonight, it will be a story that will shock the world.
These poems were all written by me, and I will be the first to sing them from now on. Now I am getting older, and I see that my position as the most popular courtesan is no longer secure. If Your Majesty has new poems... in Liuyun Tower, who can shake my position as the most popular courtesan!
Fu Xiaoguan burst into laughter. He pointed at everyone and said, "Don't think I'm drunk. I'm telling you, none of you will be able to leave this room tonight!"
Look, I'm going to get you drunk with those poems!
"Get ready, here I come!"
No one believed that Fu Xiaoguan could write so many poems.
Even if he is the best writer in the world, even if he is the reincarnation of Wenquxing, it would be a great thing if he could compose three or five more poems. Get him drunk... who knows who will get whom drunk later.
They just thought it was just entertainment, and it was a blessing to be able to listen to Fu Xiaoguan reciting poetry. After all, during the years he was emperor, his poems and articles were rarely seen.
Fu Xiaoguan took two steps. Miss Meng Xi's heart was pounding as she dipped her pen in ink. Everyone else's eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan.
"The first poem, "Jiangchengzi, Hunting in Mizhou"
"I, an old man, am now full of the madness of youth. Holding Huang on my left and Cang on my right, I wear a brocade hat and a sable coat, and ride a thousand horses across the plains... I can draw a carved bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf in the sky!"
A magnificent poem came out of his mouth, and everyone was shocked. They were moved by His Majesty's noble mind and couldn't help but applaud in unison.
"Good words, good, good, we must drink together to this word!"
"This is the first cup, let's listen to the second song "Dielianhua, Spring Scene"
"The flowers have faded and the green apricots are small.
When the swallows fly, green water and houses surround...
The laughter gradually fades and the voice becomes quieter, the affectionate one is annoyed by the heartless one.
This is a completely different poem from the previous one. It changes from being heroic to being tender and affectionate. This change amazes everyone.
"Second cup, drink it quickly! Now it's the third song, 'Wang Jiangnan, Chaorantai'"
“Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting.
Try to go up to Chaoran Terrace and look, half a moat of spring water and a city of flowers. Mist and rain darken thousands of houses.
After the Cold Food Festival, I sobered up and sighed.
Don't think of your homeland when you meet old friends, but try the new tea with the new fire, and enjoy poetry and wine while you are young. "
"What a beautiful line: Let's drink while we're young! Let's drink this third cup together!"
"Next is the fourth song..."
“…The eighth one!”
“…The twentieth song!”
Meng Xi's pen never stopped, and the ink in the inkstone was almost used up. She quickly ordered a maid to continue grinding the ink, while Yan Xiwen and others drank twenty cups in a row. Even a bull couldn't stop this!
The first to surrender was Fan Tianning, "Stop, stop!"
He was convinced, and only then did he realize that at the literary gathering on Hanshan Mountain that year, Fu Xiaoguan had not put his heart into it at all.
What is a genius?
This is fucking genius!
People don't think about it, they just speak it off the cuff, and yet these words are so exquisite!
If this guy hadn't become the emperor, his reputation for literary talent would probably have soared to the sky!
"I, I give up! I've been drunk, too, and I believe what you said... As expected, for you, writing poetry and prose is the simplest thing!"
Fan Tianning expressed everyone's thoughts, and everyone surrendered. If they continued drinking, they would really lose control.
"I say... you, the landlord, are truly remarkable. Farming is your specialty, and you've truly cultivated that land admirably, single-handedly solving the world's food problem. But you write poetry... yes, you have six poems, all listed in the first column of the Thousand Stele tablets. But tonight, I've finally realized that I, Yan Xiwen... am not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"
"Okay, keep those poems. We'll compete again next time!"
Fu Xiaoguan laughed heartily, "Are you convinced?"
Everyone nodded. Who wouldn't be convinced? Even the great scholars would have to accept it!
"Okay, I'm glad you're convinced. Come on, let's have another drink together!"
Everyone raised their glasses again. After a few drinks, Fu Xiaoguan became even more excited. "I'll sing a song for you!"
"You can sing too?" Yun Xiyan asked in great surprise.
"Hey, it's not about singing this song, it's... it's a song anyway."
No one in this world has ever heard Fu Xiaoguan sing!
Miss Meng Xi immediately picked up the pen again, and the attention of Yan Xiwen and others was once again focused on Fu Xiaoguan.
"As for me, I'm going to sing 'Friends' for everyone. Remember, we will always be friends!"
There is no accompaniment... How can there be accompaniment if there is no music?
Fu Xiaoguan picked up his chopsticks, clapped his hands, and sang:
"Over the years, a person,
The wind blows and the rain goes away,
There have been tears and mistakes, but do you still remember what you insisted on?
…
Friends walk together for a lifetime, those days are no longer there.
One word, a lifetime.
A lifetime of love, a glass of wine.
..."
"I, Fu Xiaoguan, when everything in Daxia is back on track... Remember, there was once a small landowner in Linjiang."
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