Even Yingying came to help; Ji Jiuying knew it must have been arranged by Ye Qingchen.
With people from Qi Yeyue Tower around, those who want to cause trouble should think twice.
They learned from Yingying that Ye Qingchen was not in Cangyue Kingdom, and they didn't know where he had gone.
Ji Jiuying had no choice but to give up; she had originally wanted to invite him to cut the ribbon together.
"Xiao Jiu, we're here." Wen Longting's voice came from the crowd.
Wen Longting, Wen Longxiu, and Fatty Zhen squeezed out from the crowd.
"What brings you here?" Ji Jiuying greeted them with a smile.
"Of course we're here to help, and also to bring gifts!" Wen Longting pointed to the things the guards were carrying.
"Oh dear, you've come all this way, why bring a gift!"
"Huh~ Where is Chu Yu?" Ji Jiuying looked behind her.
“My older brother went back to the academy, so he didn’t come,” Wen Longxiu replied.
"Oh, okay then. By the way, how's your calligraphy? I'd like to write a few poems to hang on the wall," Ji Jiuying asked.
There was nothing she could do; she simply didn't know how to write with a calligraphy brush!
"What a coincidence! Ah Xiu's calligraphy and paintings are the best," Fatty Zhen said excitedly.
“Yes, sister’s handwriting is beautiful,” Wen Longting chimed in.
"Then I'll trouble you, Ah Xiu." Ji Jiuying handed the ancient poem she had written on the paper to Wen Longxiu.
"No trouble at all, we're here to help!" Wen Longxiu said, glancing at the poem in her hand. She was stunned; the poem was truly excellent.
Wine enters the sorrowful heart, turning into tears of longing.
Drink a cup of turbid wine, and all the sorrow in my heart will be gone.
My life has been filled with poetry and wine; I find joy in the company of immortals.
Sober yet still drunk, drunk yet still sober, a laugh at the world, past and present.
I urge you to drink another cup of wine, for beyond Yangguan Pass you will find no old friends.
A hundred years may pass without a thousand bouts of revelry, for a single cup can dispel eternal sorrow.
Life is short, so drink while you can; not a drop will reach the underworld.
Drink today's wine and be merry today; tomorrow's troubles will come tomorrow.
Dewdrops lament the dawn, flowers resent autumn; after a drunken stupor, only sorrow remains on the ground.
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"Xiao Jiu, did you write all these poems?" Wen Longxiu asked, snapping out of her reverie.
Ji Jiuying said without batting an eye that it was made by the Imperial Advisor, and that they wouldn't dare to ask him anyway.
Wen Longxiu suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I must say, the Imperial Preceptor's literary talent is truly remarkable."
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Before long, Wen Longxiu had finished writing all the poems, and Zhen Pangzi and Wen Longting were responsible for hanging them up.
When Ji Jiuying saw that it was about time, she asked Yingyue to set off firecrackers at the door. After the firecrackers finished, Ji Jiuying gently pulled, and the red cloth on the plaque was lifted, revealing the three gold-stamped characters "Three Thousand Drunkenness".
Only then did Ji Jiuying truly see what the plaque really looked like.
The plaque is purplish-black in color, with a fine texture and a rich, oily feel, combining strength and softness, and the wood has a slight fragrance.
The light-colored and purplish-black textures are interwoven, and the edges are polished smooth.
It looks like small-leaf sandalwood.
Qingchen really put her heart into it; she really liked the plaque.
Next time we meet, I must properly thank Ye Qingchen.
Ji Jiuying stood in the middle of the entrance and shouted loudly, "Everyone, I am the owner of this tavern. Our tavern has various flavors of spirit fruit wine. Drinking it will not make you drunk or harm your body. It may even help you advance your cultivation. Today is the first day of opening, and everything is 50% off."
The crowd: Is it really that amazing?
Yeah, it's just spirit fruit wine, what's so special about it? You can find it everywhere on the street.
It can even help with promotions? Is this woman just spouting nonsense?
Who is this woman? How could she run a tavern inside the Qi Yeyue Tower?
I don't recognize them, but I do know that the two women behind them are young ladies from the Wen family, one of the three great families.
Hmm, this woman looks familiar.
Yes, I think so too.
I just remembered, this looks like Princess Anping! I saw her move into the princess's residence yesterday.
The crowd's faces showed understanding, and the previous contempt in their eyes was gone.
Now everyone in Kyoto knows that the princess has a dragon. To gain the dragon's approval, she must have some extraordinary abilities.
"Everyone, there are many seats inside, please come in in an orderly manner~" Yingying called out sweetly from next to Ji Jiuying, causing a stir in the crowd.
With Yingying's encouragement, the tavern gradually filled up with people.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the tavern's decor; the style was truly unique, along with the transparent liquor cabinets filled with colorful bottles of various flavors.
The most attractive thing is the poems hanging on the wall.
Some well-read and eloquent people felt their hearts race and their blood boil as they read it, praising it enthusiastically.
What a wonderful saying: "Drink today, for tomorrow we may die!"
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The crowd was already starting to urge the waiter to bring more wine.
Wow~ This wine is really delicious. It's sweet with a hint of alcohol, smooth and mellow on the palate, and has a rich aroma. After drinking a cup, the wine flows down the intestinal wall like rain on parched land, making a soothing sound wherever it goes, and leaving the body feeling warm and refreshed. It's different from other spirit fruit wines, both in terms of feeling and taste.
The more I drank, the more refreshed I felt, and the clearer my body felt. My body was also automatically gathering spiritual energy. Could it really be as Princess Anping said, that it can help people advance in their cultivation?
However, even if one cannot advance in rank, the mere fact that drinking it allows the body to automatically gather spiritual energy is quite remarkable.
A sharp, clear note from the zither interrupted everyone's thoughts.
Behind the gauze curtain on the stage, a graceful figure held a pipa, her slender fingers playing an unknown melody with flowing grace, her sleeves reflecting the light blue pipa.
The sound of the zither began, like smoke and rain, like silk and mist. The music gradually quickened, and the artistic conception rose to another level, like white jade falling onto a plate of pearls, like wild geese soaring in the blue sky, swallows cutting through the spring breeze, and eagles flying through the willow waves.
Finally, the right hand pressed down and then slowly released, a gentle tremor quietly escaping, the lingering sound echoing in the tavern for what seemed like three days.
After the song, everyone felt their headaches and leg aches had disappeared, and they were filled with energy.
"Okay." Someone in the crowd shouted, breaking the silence.
This was followed by excited shouts and cheers, the two echoing each other, rising and falling in a lively and extraordinary atmosphere. The crowd was truly excited, with thunderous applause and endless praise.
"Let's do it again, this song is so beautiful."
"Yes, yes, yes, play one more tune and I'll bring you three more jugs of wine."
"I'll serve five pots."
"Bring me ten jugs of wine!"
Those who hadn't had a chance to come in yet, hearing the faint sounds of music and calls, regretted their actions. But the room was already full, and they couldn't get in!
We can only wait for the people inside to come out.
Note (The ancient poems are from the following sources: 1. Fan Zhongyan's "Nostalgia", 3. Wang Bo's "Part Two", 4. Su Shi's "The Fisherman", 5. Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Anxi", 6. Weng Shou's "Ode to Wine", 7. Gao Zhu's "Drinking Wine on Qingming Festival", 8. Luo Yin's "Self-Exile", and 2 and 9 are from the internet.)
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