After three rounds of drinking, Song Mu was not afraid of such a scene. He stood up many times, held glasses with Li Ao, and drank with all the adults.
Many students also came forward to toast each other with the adults, and the conversation was lively. Li Ao also praised several scholars, which made them feel flattered.
After a while, the atmosphere became smoother, with singing and dancing adding to the joy of drinking, and drunkenness prompting poetry. Many scholars felt a bit more at ease today, and they were also talking and singing over wine.
In just a moment, poems were written one after another, and they quickly spread in the hall. Many of the poems were full of talent and attracted cheers from everyone.
Song Mu was sitting next to the table and was filled with admiration when he saw this situation.
Li Ao, who was sitting in the main seat, seemed to be very interested in this at the moment, but he thought of something. He turned his head and looked at Song Mu, who was sitting not far away, and said something immediately.
"Young Scholar of the Song Dynasty, I have heard about your poetic accomplishments for a long time. Why don't you take a look at your achievements this time?"
Song Mu immediately stood up and raised his hands, saying in a deep voice.
"I don't dare to belittle myself, but I will do what Your Majesty expects."
With that said, Song Mu was about to get up, but there was something else happening in the scene. He only saw the poetry in the hands of a student crazily surging, but the next moment it suddenly stopped, and the man also let out a long sigh.
This also attracted everyone's attention. Song Mu also looked over and saw that he was a middle-aged man with white hair on his temples. He seemed to be drunk at this moment and he composed a poem.
It's just that the poem didn't seem to be finished. He sighed, suddenly thought of something, and pulled up the scroll.
The surrounding scholars all looked over at this moment, but the other party came forward with it, bowed towards Li Ao and said slightly drunkenly.
"Your Majesty, I forgive you. I just felt something for a moment, but I was halfway through writing it. There was no pen or ink in my mind."
As he spoke, the other party presented the lyrics in his hands with both hands, and then spoke with enthusiasm.
"It's just that this time it's really hard to calm down. Wei Chen sincerely asks the talented person in this situation to help Wei Chen realize the artistic conception in his heart."
With that said, the paper was immediately presented to Li Ao.
Everyone was extremely surprised when they saw this scholar asking for a poem, thinking that he was too bold. However, Li Ao was very interested. He stood up and reached out to take the poem.
It was just a half-written article, with the sentence "Look to the sky while floating in life, there are immortals and friends in Penglai."
But the other party couldn't write any more, so he submitted it this time.
Li Ao immediately took the thing and looked at it carefully, but his eyes flickered slightly, and then he took the thing and looked at Song Mu next to him.
Song Mu was stunned for a moment as Li Ao's words were heard.
"Song Zhuangyuan, how about I leave it to you to write this poem?"
Hearing these words, everyone in the scene turned to look at Song Mu, and many people's eyes lit up.
The scholar kneeling below also looked happy.
Song Mu naturally shouldn't refuse, so he could only bow his hand and nod.
"That Wei Chen was offended."
Saying this, Song Mu took the paper that was handed over to him. He looked at it carefully, then breathed out slightly and asked the other party.
"This colleague doesn't know that I can completely change it?"
The scholar just hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.
"Everything depends on the decision of the number one scholar. I just don't want to lose that artistic conception."
Song Mu nodded immediately, and everyone looked surprised when they saw Song Mu's confident look.
Could it be that Song Mu is so confident now?
Under the surprised gazes of everyone, Song Mu took the pen and ink brought by the palace maid. He looked at the things in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then picked up the pen and started writing.
"The sky is connected with the clouds and the mist, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails. It's like the soul of a dream has returned to the emperor's home. Hearing the sky's words, he asked me diligently where I was going.
"I reported to the road leader that the sun was setting, and I learned some amazing verses from poetry. The ninety-thousand-mile wind is rising. When the wind stops, the boat blows away to the three mountains!"
Song Mu was writing quickly, and a poem "The Proud Fisherman" by Li Qingzhao slowly emerged at this moment. Immediately, people around him came up and looked at the poem written by Song Mu.
As Song Mu started writing, someone was already slowly reciting these two poems.
And when the voice slowly spread, everyone understood the artistic conception, and their eyes suddenly widened.
Every word in this poem seems to be ordinary, but after it comes out of the mouth, it slowly echoes in the mind and cannot be put away for a while.
The light and airy artistic conception in it moved everyone even more at this moment.
The place is majestic and artistic, with an indescribable sense of joy and loftiness.
The blending of dreams and reality makes people feel that the scenery in front of them is magnificent.
This meaning is even better than the poem written by the scholar just now, or even not as good as it.
Song Mu gave this poem the title "Proud of the Fisherman", and the next moment the power of the poem surged to the sky, creating a strange scene in the hall for a while.
And when the scholar heard these poems just now, his face was even more enlightened, and there seemed to be a hint of yearning on his drunken face.
"Song Dynasty Zhuangyuan was such a talented poet, but he changed his poems like this, but he actually had such a gorgeous meaning!"
"Sure enough, there is no real merit in the great reputation. This poem about the number one scholar in the Song Dynasty will surely go down in history again!"
The students around him were extremely impressed, but at this moment they were already impressed by Song Mu Shicai.
After all, under such circumstances, everyone asked themselves, how could they write such a poem immediately?
Song Mu's Wenxing Tourmaline vibrated, guiding the Wen Qi into Song Mu's body. Song Mu stood up and respectfully presented the poem in front of him.
Li Ao happily took over the poem and looked at it carefully, with unstoppable admiration on his face.
"Okay! Okay! As expected, he is indeed the champion of the Song Dynasty. These changes in poetry are at their peak. It will be a great story in the future!"
Saying this, Li Ao held the paper in his hand and spoke to the scholar.
"My dear, what do you think of this word?"
The scholar's face was moved, and he quickly kowtowed and thanked him.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I am ashamed of myself for these poems."
"The number one scholar, I am in awe of you."
Li Ao laughed twice, but his face darkened slightly, and he spoke to everyone.
"My dear friends, this word is of course profound and noble, but I feel that this word should not reflect your current ambitions."
As he said this, everyone also looked stunned, and they were somewhat frightened by Li Ao's words.
But Li Ao looked at everyone again and said in a deep voice.
"You are now scholars of our Wen Dynasty, either in government affairs or in the arts, but you should not be like this and not be familiar with worldly affairs."
"Wen Chao, you still need to do your best!"
Li Ao said in a deep voice, his voice full of emotion at this moment, and everyone was suddenly amazed when he heard it. However, at that moment, Li Ao silently put away the scroll in his hand, turned to look at Song Mu, and asked.
"Song Aiqing, what do you think?"
Song Mu looked frightened, and he quickly bowed and said.
"I will obey it carefully."
Everyone agreed, and the whole place was filled with loud voices.
After this time, everyone seemed to have calmed down a little, and the place was still lively, but they respected Song Mu even more.
Li Ao was very satisfied with Song Mu. He also summoned Song Mu to him and had a few drinks.
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