Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names!
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The five-flowered horse and the golden fur are exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you! "
When Chu Feng boldly recited the slightly modified Jiang Jinjiu, the whole third floor was boiling.
The talented people all held brushes and waved their pens and inks passionately and excitedly. My heart was also filled with waves.
An eternal song! Great poem for the ages!
Even Meng Xiao and Lin Jichang, who were lost in excitement just now, once again took the brush and waved it excitedly, even if they could only write the second half of the poem!
"Click"
The brush broke!
The great talent Meng's face turned red with excitement. He turned to Chu Feng and said loudly and respectfully: "Chu Feng, great talent Chu, I consider myself inferior to you."
The noble gentlemen next to them were not devastated because they lost the game.
Instead, he raised his head excitedly and admitted defeat directly: "Master Chu Xiaohou, you are a great talent! I am convinced! Today, I am really lucky to hear this eternal masterpiece!"
"Haha, I'm honored, I'm really honored."
Chu Feng laughed and said to himself: "This is my favorite poem in my previous life. I memorized it for three days before memorizing it!"
At this time, Situ Feifei and Princess Zhaoyang were meditating blankly, unable to wake up from the shock for a long time.
Princess Changle and Changsun Yanran, on the other hand, were not much shocked. They couldn't understand it at all!
Changsun Yanran quietly pushed Situ Feifei and whispered: "Feifei, when you wake up, it's your turn to write a poem."
"Yanran, stop making trouble. This toast poem by Mr. Chu Xiaohou will make you feel ashamed even if grandpa comes."
Situ Feifei shook her head gently and whispered. But her beautiful eyes looked at Princess Zhaoyang next to her, and whispered with great envy: "Your Highness Zhaoyang, you are really lucky. In the future, you must share your husband's poems."
Princess Zhaoyang also woke up from the shock. Listening to Situ Feifei's words, she felt happy. It turns out that the prince-in-law is such a great talent! No, he's a genius!
"Well, let's just say we all lost."
Princess Changle was still very smart. When she heard what Situ Feifei said, she said helplessly. Suddenly he looked at his cousin again and whispered: "Cousin, don't stare at someone else's consort like that, he won't compete with you."
Changsun Yanran's eyes suddenly lit up, and just as she was about to speak, a loud male voice rang out: "Haha, what a poem, it is truly a masterpiece of the ages! Fan is convinced, Little Marquis of Chu, Fan Wenmao of Jinling, I am willing to be the loser!"
The scholar in Tsing Yi put down his brush and laughed.
He bowed deeply to Chu Feng. That bold laughter was in sharp contrast to the silence just now.
"Are you actually Fan Wenmao, the most talented person in Jinling?"
Meng Xiao looked at the scholar in Tsing Yi in shock. As the eldest son and grandson of the Meng family, of course he knew the eldest son and grandson of the Jinling Fan family.
"Brother Meng, please stop praising me. I don't dare to call you a genius now. I don't dare to talk about talent and learning in front of the young Marquis."
Fan Wenmao, a scholar in Tsing Yi, was very polite and courteous.
But Chu Feng calmly walked to the desk of the scholar in Qingyi, reached out and picked up the Jiangjin wine that he had just written. Then he glanced at the young man and said with a smile: "Brother Fan's handwriting is really bold and elegant, and his strokes are like dragons and snakes. Not bad, not bad."
Then he handed the white silk with the writing on it to the boy who came over. Without waiting for Fan Wenmao to react, he said directly: "Find someone to frame it and hang it up tomorrow so that everyone can admire Mr. Fan's calligraphy."
"I don't dare to take it. I really don't dare to take it."
Fan Wenmao also hurriedly said humbly to Chu Feng, completely unaware that the white silk he had written on had been taken away!
Seeing that the little boy was about to take away the white silk, Meng Xiao spoke: "Little boy, please walk slowly. Just now, Meng did not finish writing this eternal masterpiece. Therefore, Brother Fan's poem is about to be drunk. I, sir, I bought it and can use ten gold beads as a donation, okay?"
"You just lost your money bag, do you still have money now? I still have money!"
Princess Changle said, taking out her cousin's money bag.
Naturally, she was reminded by Situ Feifei that the complete toast from beginning to end was definitely worth its weight in gold. In particular, Fan Wenmao is the most talented person in Jinling, and his reputation is even greater than that of himself, the most talented woman in the capital!
However, Princess Changle's voice was particularly clear, and naturally attracted special attention. As a result, Chu Feng followed the voice and saw Princess Zhaoyang!
My heart was shocked: Damn, why is she here? Does Li Er not want me to continue collecting donations?
Hehe, I seem to have made a lot of money these days. This should give Shanglin County some start-up capital!
Alas, let’s just let the fundraising end today. As for those great scholars, officials, etc., they probably won't come. After all, it would be really embarrassing if they couldn't apologize!
"Meng has no gold beads. You can send someone back to get them. In short, Brother Fan's calligraphy must be bought."
Meng Xiao said loudly again.
Only then did Chu Feng come to his senses and glared at the boy, who was so frightened that he ran away with the white silk. Chu Feng then said: "Brother Fan's calligraphy treasures will not be sold for any price. Let's stop fighting."
Although Fan Wenmao also wanted to keep Baijuan. But this song was made by Chu Feng after all. Besides, he is also the most talented person in Jinling, so he needs some shame. There are some words that I really can’t say. Otherwise, when Chu Feng stretched out his hand just now, he would have stopped him!
"Brother Fan, thank you for today's ghostwriting. I will definitely treat Brother Fan to a drink someday. And since Brother Fan and Brother Meng have neither succeeded in breaking through the barrier, this time the barrier-breaking fundraiser will no longer be held. Chu is not talented, and has already He is the magistrate of Shanglin County, and I feel that the current donations can already enable Shanglin County to live a stable life. I really want to thank you all for your help!"
Chu Feng said.
Pretending not to see Princess Zhaoyang and the others, they stepped forward to hold the hands of Meng Xiao and Fan Wenmao, went directly to the third floor window, and shouted loudly to the dark crowd below: "Dear talents, today Meng The eldest son of the family and the eldest son of the Fan family of Jinling gathered in the fundraising building and both did great good deeds for Shanglin County. But they also failed to break through. So I, the young prince, announced: This time the fundraising event is over! I would also like to sincerely thank the talented people who came to support Shanglin County, and wish you all the best in your future endeavors and five blessings and prosperity!"
Meng Xiao and Fan Wenmao, who were standing next to them, were shocked in their hearts. This Chu Feng was really talented in literature and could really speak well! Even the impromptu blessings were spoken so smoothly. Makes people feel comfortable.
There were people who were queuing downstairs and wanted to go in, but some people were still unhappy. After all, they had been standing there for so long. As a result, it was not held at your place!
But before they could get angry, someone next to them whispered: "Don't make trouble, is it possible that your literary talent can be better than that of Meng Dacai and Fan Wenmao, the most talented person in Jinling?"
