"So... Nan Shixian!"
Many people were stunned and immediately reacted.
A civil servant exclaimed: "The Southern Immortal and the Northern Saint were originally one person. No wonder, no wonder!"
"This is right, this is right..." someone said, tugging on his beard.
All civil and military officials are well-informed, but they are all confused at this moment. How much identity does this young man have? What's even more terrible is that every identity can do things that ordinary people can hardly do in a lifetime. For a time, all the officials in the Qin Dynasty were filled with emotion. What kind of young man is this? He is clearly an immortal in heaven.
Gao Qi was not there, but the villain Tu Gaorong was not absent, but his eyes staring at Jiang Fan became colder.
Jiang Fan automatically ignored this unfriendly look.
"The common people are extremely honored. His Majesty and all your lords are here in person. We must bring something decent to show our sincerity. Everyone, please."
He said that he was not polite and actually sat down next to the empress, but the empress didn't seem to care. Everyone watching was secretly shocked.
"Your Majesty, please say a word and let's start eating."
The empress just picked up the wine cup and said, "Drink full!"
He was the first to drink up the two taels of Shao Daozi in one gulp.
"Drink together, drink together!" Jiang Fan and Baiguan stood up, raised their heads and drank heavily.
The empress made a good start and the grand banquet began. Qin people attach great importance to laws, but don't pay much attention to etiquette. With Taibai at the famous banquet and burning knives for fun, the people of Qin soon returned to their true colors. And this novel round-table dining is indeed more conducive to communication and enhancing the atmosphere. The banquet quickly became lively.
Jiang Fan sat next to the empress, while the others sat relatively far away. Jiang Fan introduced the dishes to the empress unceremoniously and even started to pick up the dishes.
The empress also ate with gusto, and even took the initiative to ask about some dishes.
Seeing this scene in the eyes of all officials, some thought deeply, some were surprised, some were worried, and some were unhappy...
After three rounds of drinking, many people became more accustomed to this method. They felt very happy and became more courageous. They even presented the Empress with three bowls of wine under the leadership of Commander Meng Ao.
Some military generals sang Qin Opera, while others loudly recited Jiang Fan's "Jian Jin Jiu".
"...If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon...
...I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I spent has been spent...
...The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, the call will be exchanged for fine wine, and the eternal sorrow will be sold with you! "
There are climaxes and singing. The scene became more and more lively.
Suddenly, Marshal Meng Ao stood up with a big smile and raised his wine cup: "Today we have the honor to taste Taibaiju North and South banquet. It is time to thank the owner here. I suggest that I toast Mr. Jiang with a drink together!"
"Okay, okay, that's exactly what it should be!"
"Master Jiang, let's drink together!"
Everyone also had this intention, but they didn't dare to disturb Jiang Fan for a while while he was taking care of the empress. Now there is an old coach who started to make a fuss.
Jiang Fan stood up quickly: "I don't dare to act like this. All of you are the pillars of the country. I am a commoner. Today is a lucky day. I should respect you all. Do it first to respect me!"
After that, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, winning applause from the whole house.
"Okay! You are a talented young man with a majestic appearance and a heroic spirit. I will accompany you!"
Meng Ao's wine cup had long been replaced by a larger one, and his drink was more than twice as much as Mr. Jiang's.
Seeing his generosity, everyone applauded and drank all the wine in their glasses.
"I have heard for a long time that the people of Qin are generous, and what I saw today is indeed the case. My lords, you must not come home until you are drunk!" Jiang Fan said with a loud laugh.
Xu Fu also stood up and said: "It stands to reason that Mr. Jiang has already entertained us with good wine and food, so he really shouldn't have to take advantage of it. But when I learned that Mr. Jiang is also known as the Immortal of Southern Poetry, I felt itchy and unbearable. Mr. Jiang has written many lyrics. Today I am I really want to hear Mr. Jiang compose a poem. I wonder if Mr. Jiang is willing to satisfy my wishes?"
When he said this sentence, the whole hall immediately applauded. Indeed, Jiang Fan had written many lyrics, and the only poem that had been circulated in the world was "Jiang Jinjiu". Xu Fu's proposal was indeed what everyone thought.
"Mr. Jiang, I have drunk wine with you no less than a hundred times. Every time, I feel so excited that I can't help myself. Today's suggestion from the Imperial Master is exactly what I thought. Please show me your talent, Mr. Jiang!"
Anyway, I’m used to copying, so if I don’t miss this one, let’s just promote the culture of my hometown. Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Jiang Fan stopped refusing and immediately filled the wine glass: "Young man is very talented and has little knowledge. I am appreciated by all the adults. I will show my humiliation again today to cheer you up!"
After he finished speaking, he pondered for a moment and said in a loud voice: "The Qin Dynasty is a martial artist and has a strong chivalry. Today, I will use the chivalrous behavior as the topic!"
Holding the wine glass, Jiang Fan walked slowly to an open space, walked a few steps and suddenly raised his head:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
When I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward.
He will be eating Zhu Hai while holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of vomiting promise, the five mountains are lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and vitality are born.
He waved the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first.
The two heroes of Qianqiu are famous in Daliang City.
Even if the hero's bones are fragrant after death, he will not be ashamed to be the best in the world.
Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra! "
As soon as the poem came out, the whole audience was shocked.
The free and easy, chivalrous and heroic spirit of the knight's journey comes across, and there are also young people who are ambitious and high-spirited. Reading this book makes people feel angry and excited.
This was right for the people of Qin, and the genes in their bones made them irresistible to this poem. But this occasion was even more appropriate, and it immediately attracted a round of applause.
"What a knight!"
Meng Ao slapped the table and stood up: "Young master Jiang is indeed a great talent. He has written famous poems throughout the ages. This poem is quite suitable for our Qin people's taste. What a poem! What a poem!"
Good poetry comes naturally, as can be seen from the way everyone present looked as if they were drunk. Although some of the allusions seemed to have never been heard by everyone present, and they were inevitably a little confused, it did not affect their love for the poem.
Xu Fu looked up to the sky and sighed: "In today's world, how lucky is it to have a person like Mr. Jiang, who can write all the world's romances——"
Even though the empress had long believed in Jiang Fan's ability to write poems, she was already surprised. After all, even if a person with extraordinary literary talent could only get one article in his lifetime, Jiang Fan seemed to be able to pick it up at his fingertips, one after another. It’s a wonderful article, I really don’t know how this brain grew.
Especially when looking at Jiang Fan's high-spirited and free-spirited attitude, the empress suddenly felt that she couldn't tell which one was the real Jiang Fan. Is he the indifferent hermit who hides by the river, wearing a coir raincoat and bamboo hat, a pot of wine and a basket of food, or the peerless genius who strategizes and escorts thousands of miles, or the profound wise man who rolls across the Yangtze River eastward and sees the ebb and flow of the world. , or this young hero who is so wanton and passionate?
He is a very contradictory person, and he seems to have many unknown thoughts hidden in his heart. He is free from the world, but also trapped in the world. It seems that he should never have come to this world, and it seems that he has always wanted to leave...
The only problem with this song is that it consumes more alcohol.
Fortunately, Uncle Ma brought ten cars with him when he came, which was enough.
