Outside the main hall, light snow was falling.
Wine is warming on the stoves in the hall.
Zhao Wujiang didn't wait for Yan Lingyu to speak, and took a sip of warm wine. The warm wine smell entered his stomach and turned into a trickle. He smiled and said:
"But Mr. Yan, I haven't finished reciting the poems. You just said that through three poems, I am limited by the love of my children and the sadness in my heart? Not enough style? Not ambitious enough?"
Isn't that too general?
Maybe my next poem will have a lofty artistic conception and a grand heart? "
"Ha..." Yang Bingen sneered, mocking King Yin for still being stubborn.
The guests also talked a lot.
"His Royal Highness Prince Yin is indeed very talented, but he is unwilling to admit his shortcomings. Isn't it too crazy?"
"That's right, no one is perfect, so what if you admit your shortcomings?"
"I thought he was a talented person, but I didn't expect him to be a hard-tongued person."
"As soon as Mr. Yan appeared on the stage, King Yin couldn't sit still, for fear of exposing his lack of talent and knowledge..."
"Oh, maybe if you give me some time, I can compose poems that are as good as King Yin's. Who knows..."
"Next song, when is the next song?"
"..."
Lin Yu stood not far behind His Highness. Due to his status, he could not speak for His Highness at all, but now he wished he could rush forward and beat these courtiers and royal family members to death with two punches.
These people go too far and don't appreciate His Highness's talents. When they see the slightest flaw, they will take advantage of it and continue to ridicule him.
"I know that King Yin has his own ambitions, but his ambitions are not used in this aspect..." Yan Lingyu's face was filled with the earnest words of an elder when teaching a younger one, and she seemed to really think about King Yin.
"Su Xiaoyao." Zhao Wujiang stood up, holding the wine bottle dangling in his hand. He smiled gently and looked at the charming and charming woman diagonally opposite.
Su Xiaoyao frowned, with confusion on his face.
Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, full of pride:
"Grind ink!"
Su Xiaoyao's heart moved, her eyes flashed with starlight, she rolled up her sleeves and started to polish the ink.
Sure enough, when she picked up the pen and it was stained with thick ink again, she heard the man diagonally opposite laughing.
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!"
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
Zhao Wujiang was full of alcohol and spirit. He liked Li Taibai's song "About to Enter the Wine" so much.
I didn’t understand it when I was young, but when I grew up, every time I thought about it, a sense of pride surged in my heart.
In this situation, this scene, this banquet, this situation, he could only borrow Brother Taibai's "Jianjin Liquor" for use.
“I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Friends Lin Yu and Su Xiaoyao are about to drink, but don’t stop drinking.
A song with you, please listen to me! "
Su Xiaoyao's eyes were filled with brilliance, and she had forgotten to write.
She felt that she would have missed a lot of beautiful scenery when she had watched this heroic man read the poem in person.
"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I wish I could stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine..."
Zhao Wujiang had one foot on the table and his whole body was in an offensive posture.
But what he shot was not arrows, but wine and poetry.
He took a deep sip and sighed:
"Sell away all the sorrows of eternity with you..."
In the banquet hall, you can hear the needle drop.
All the guests were so shocked by this overwhelming talent and arrogance that they didn't know how to speak. All the sarcasm, ridicule, praise and recognition were all forgotten. Only this poem with the arrogance flowing freely in their minds was in their minds.
Prince Ji Boying opened his mouth, feeling a little helpless. He could only hope that Grand Tutor Yan Lingyu could respond.
But when he looked at his teacher, he found that his long eyebrows and long beard were trembling, which showed how agitated he was in his heart.
