After everyone sat around for a while, the steward of the Qin Mansion came to the side hall and informed that the food and wine had been served, and asked everyone to move to the main hall.
Everyone stood up, chatting and laughing, and followed the steward of the Qin Mansion to the main hall. At this time, four cold meats, four hot meats, and four pairs of twelve dishes were placed on the round table in the main hall.
Qin Zhidao naturally sat high in the chief position. On his left were Kong Wenshun, Chang Muhua, Howard, and Qin Fang, and on his right were Su Zhou, Su Shi, and Qin Yue.
After everyone sat down, the beautiful maids poured wine for everyone. Qin Zhidao raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "Today's family banquet not only reunited old friends, but also had distinguished guests, which made the Qin Mansion flourish. Hui, I can only thank you all with this water and wine, and please drink all of this cup."
Everyone stood up in a hurry, raised their glasses and said, "Master Qin said something serious, thank you very much, Master Qin."
Everyone drank it all in one gulp, and then sat down one after another. The banquet had officially begun.
After drinking for three rounds, Chang Muhua suddenly picked up the wine bottle and stood up, then left his seat and walked to Su Shi's side.
Su Shi had no choice but to stand up.
The others looked at them and heard Chang Muhua laugh and say: "I originally planned to rush to Kyoto three days ago to attend the Jinghu Poetry Festival. I just wanted to witness the peerless style of the capital's talents."
At this point, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that Howard and I were delayed for two days on the way to the capital. We were unable to witness the Jinghu Festival. I deeply regret it."
Then he looked at Qin Zhidao, with a grateful look on his face, and said, "I don't think I can not only catch up with old friends here today, but also meet Mr. Su, the Poet Club Shikui. It's my luck."
As he said that, he looked at Su Shi again and sighed: "Young Master is a great talent. I can recite all the poems written at the poetry meeting by heart. I like the spring breeze the best on the ten-mile road to Yangzhou. Rolling up the bead curtain is not as good as this sentence."
Su Shi said hurriedly: "Brother Chang is so complimentary."
Chang Muhua held a pot and poured wine for Su Shi, and said with a smile: "This sentence alone is worth a pot of fine wine. But I don't have much of a drinker, so I will offer you a glass of wine. I hope Mr. Su will not dislike it."
Su Shi smiled and said: "I am already uneasy to be praised by Brother Chang. If I say the word "respect" again, it will put Su to shame. As the saying goes, the five-flowered horse and the golden coat will be exchanged for fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you. .Why don’t we raise a glass together and drink this wine that can kill all the sorrows of the ages.”
At first, everyone still looked at them with the attitude of watching the fun, but when Su Shi said that the five-flowered horse, the golden fur, and the child would be exchanged for fine wine, and they would share the eternal sorrow with you, everyone except Howard gasped. I was speechless for a long time.
Chang Muhua stood stunned for a while, and then he let out a long breath: "With this poem, I'm afraid no one will be able to control me." After saying that, he put down the wine glass, turned his mouth to the pot, and took a few sips. , then he laughed and said: "The five-flowered horse, the golden coat, the caller will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you. After hearing this wonderful sentence, you should drink all the wine in the pot."
After hearing such heroic verses and seeing Chang Muhua's heroic spirit, the others couldn't help but raise their glasses, drink with poems, and drink up the wine in their glasses.
However, after one cup, everyone was still unsatisfied, and they felt satisfied after drinking three cups in a row.
At this time, Kong Wenshun stood up again and said with a hint of blame: "Brother Su is not kind."
Su Shi stood up in a hurry and said, "Why did Mr. Kong say this?"
Kong Wenshun complained: "You know that we love poetry, but now that you have a new work, you only recite one sentence. How can you not make us feel distraught, so we are still in the mood to drink."
As soon as these words came out, even Su Zhou couldn't help but look at Su Shi. He had already learned Su Shi's ability to hide things, and even now when he thinks about it, he still itch with hatred.
Before Su Shi could speak, the others all echoed, asking Su Shi to recite the entire poem.
Su Shi was unmoved, and just smiled and said, "Mr. Kong has an order, and Su Shi should have followed it, but..."
Qin Yue couldn't help but ask: "Just what?"
Su Shi sighed: "It's just that I'm scared."
Qin Yue said in confusion: "It's just poetry, what are you afraid of?"
Su Shi said: "I'm afraid the Qin Mansion doesn't have enough wine."
Qin Yue was even more puzzled, but before he could ask, Su Shi explained with a smile: "I just recited one sentence, and you drank three cups. If I recited the whole poem, wouldn't you drink it?" Three fights. I'm just worried that the Qin Mansion hasn't prepared so much fine wine."
Seeing what Su Shi said was interesting, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter. Qin Zhidao even pretended to be angry and said, "Yue'er, some people question that there is no fine wine in the house. What should you do?"
Qin Yue immediately shouted loudly: "Qu Feng!"
Someone outside the door immediately replied: "Yes."
Qin Yue said with a smile: "Someone deceived me that there is no wine in my house. Why don't you send someone to bring the wine in the cellar here? If you can't enjoy yourself today, I will blame you."
Qu Feng hurriedly agreed, and then sent someone to the wine cellar to move the wine.
After a while, four jars of wine were brought in, each jar was half a person's height, which made Su Shi's eyes widen.
Su Shi smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Qin Shi, why bother?"
Qin Zhidao waved his hand and said: "Now that the wine is ready, my nephew can recite with confidence. But..."
Kong Wen said smoothly: "But what?"
Qin Zhidao smiled and said: "If my nephew's poems are not worth three measures of wine, then I can only ask my nephew to drink all the remaining wine."
Kong Wenshun couldn't help but laugh and said: "If Brother Su's drinking capacity is limited, he can recreate the style of the poetry meeting and once again compose eight poems in one breath."
Chang Muhua raised his palms and said, "Master Kong's words are very true. If I can witness Mr. Su's grace at the poetry meeting, I will have no regrets in this trip."
Then he whispered a few words to Howard in a low voice, obviously introducing the situation.
After hearing this, Howard couldn't help but look at Su Shi.
Unexpectedly, Su Shi said quietly: "I just feel a little pity."
Chang Muhua asked doubtfully: "What's the pity?"
Su Shi sighed: "It's a pity that this table of delicious food is missing."
Chang Muhua was even more puzzled: "Why?"
Su Shi smiled and said, "Because if everyone drinks three cups of wine, no one will care about this table of delicious food."
Then he didn't wait for others to speak, and read in a long voice: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and the morning will be like blue silk, and it will turn into snow at dusk. The pride of life must be exhausted." Joy, don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold has been spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. The scorpion son, born in Dan Qiu, will drink wine. Don’t stop the cup. Let me sing a song, please listen to me. Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will be drunk for a long time and never wake up. In ancient times, the sages were lonely, and only the drinkers left their names. King Chen used to have a banquet Pingle, there are ten thousand people fighting for wine and bantering. What does the master say about the small amount of money? He must sell it to you for your discretion. The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, the call will be exchanged for the fine wine, and we will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
