After four seconds, Yang Ji, who said goodbye to Zheng Lun and others, arrived at the banquet venue as scheduled. Before he entered the elegant room on the third floor, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music came from inside.
The room was covered with a red carpet, with many soft tables placed on it. There were a dazzling array of fine wines and delicacies on the tables. Many high-ranking scholars and scholars were sitting around the back. In the middle of the hall, there was a group of singers and dancers in colorful clothes dancing to the rhythm of the music. When dancing, the lotus arms are raised slightly, the water sleeves are flying, like a fairy, and the slender waist is dancing lightly, which is pleasing to the eye.
The Confucian scholars were not as well-dressed as Yang Ji thought. Some of them were stroking their beards, watching singing and dancing, and casually commenting on the music with acquaintances next to them; some were tapping bowls with tachyons in rhythm, like beads falling on a jade plate; some were drinking one cup after another, There are also people who are half-lying and half-lying, being fed wine and food from the mouth of the singer next to them, while their hands are busy on the singer's body.
The Confucian scholars in the entire hall all have their own postures, and they are extremely wild, just like the famous celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Looking at these enthusiastic Confucian scholars, and then looking at the heavy sword Qilin in his hand, Yang Ji found that he seemed to be thinking too much. Many Confucian scholars attending the meeting were playing with the soft "big sword". How could he compete with Does he compete with swordsmen?
When the song ended, Yang Ji, with the help of the maid kneeling at the door, took off his "riding boots" and walked into the hall wearing the light soft shoes underneath.
Yang Lun sat on the main seat, the seat on the left was empty, and Taoist King Yang Jing sat on the right. When Yang Ji entered the hall, he saw it at a glance. When he saw Yang Ji actually bringing the Qilin Sword, Yang Lun was stunned: He knew the Qilin Sword very well. This big guy has the characteristics of a knife, a sword, and a sword. It is simply a killing blow. If Yang Ji uses this powerful weapon to compete with Confucian scholars, he can kill one of them with one sword.
As his mind was spinning, he stood up and waved: "Oh, I've been waiting for a long time, why did you come now? Needless to say, you will punish yourself with three drinks!"
In full view of everyone, Yang Ji came to the seat to the left of Yang Lun, placed the Qilin Sword on the side of the soft couch, and sat cross-legged on the soft couch. The young singer standing behind the seat came over to fill up the wine. Yang Ji saw that it was sweet. Withered wine, he raised his glass and said loudly, "It's extremely rude of you, Yang Jilao, to wait for you all for so long. I accept the punishment!"
Drink it all in one go, three glasses in a row.
"good!"
"King Wei is so proud!"
The atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Yang Ji glanced around and saw some familiar faces, but more of them were strangers. When he calmed down, someone asked: "It is really an honor for me to have King Wei sit with me at the same table. But I wonder if besides the burning knives, are there any fine wines?"
Yang Ji looked towards the sound and saw that the speaker was a young man in his twenties. He was sitting behind Wang Xiaotong and Wang Tong. This man had a handsome appearance and elegant temperament, but he was very thin, giving people the impression of being too weak to wear clothes. Feeling, and looking at him, he was half drunk and half awake. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "I don't care about family affairs, but I don't know about it. I wonder what I call my brother?"
Wang Tong, who was sitting at the table with the young man, saw Yang Ji looking at him and saw the dumbfounded man next to him. He quickly said: "Your Majesty, this is my brother Wang Ji. His word is Wu Gong, the best is wine, and the second is poetry. My brother is used to it. If you are sloppy, unruly, and ignorant of etiquette, please forgive me."
Yang Ji suddenly said: "It turns out to be Dong Gaozi who wrote the famous poem "A Happy Encounter with the King on an Autumn Night"."
"In front of the many masterpieces of your Majesty, I dare not be called a famous writer." Wang Ji had recovered from his disappointment. He said to Yang Ji seriously: "I only maintain respect for wine and people who understand wine. The admirers Liu Ling, Ruan Ji, and Tao Yuanming like the Shao Daozi brewed by the king."
Yang Lun laughed and said, "Wenhui, Wu Gong is a man of temperament. Although he is wild and unrestrained, he is more self-aware than many people. Wu Gong was afraid that he would be greedy and ruin things, so he took the initiative to resign a few days ago."
Yang Ji shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't stand the constraints of officialdom and want to pursue freedom and fine wine."
Wang Ji's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Your Majesty knows that I want to drink the strongest wine in my life. I don't want to be an official at all, so as not to ruin the country, the people, and my life."
"If that's all, then you are far behind!" Yang Ji thought of a sentence and said jokingly: "In addition to drinking the strongest wine, men of my generation also have to eat the spiciest dishes and play with the sharpest swords. Kill the most ruthless person, ride
The fastest horse, the most beautiful girl. "
"Well said!" Yang Lun praised: "Men of my generation have to drink the strongest wine, eat the spiciest dishes, play with the sharpest swords, kill the toughest people, ride the fastest horses, and love the most beautiful ones. Girl. These words are enough to persuade you to drink, please drink!"
"Drink please!"
After a few drinks, the drunkenness gradually became stronger. Some people said that drinking without doing anything was unethical and not in line with the status of Confucian scholars. As soon as this statement came out, everyone applauded.
Drinking order is a very important part of the wine culture. It is a drinking game played for fun at banquets. It originated from the Confucian "ritual" and was first born in the Zhou Dynasty. Drinking order is not only a manifestation of the tradition of hospitality, but also the crystallization of drinking art and ingenuity.
Passed down to this day, drinking has become the most common activity at gatherings of literati, but it is also the most elegant event that tests personal knowledge. It would be fine if it were an ordinary idiom or a word from a poem. If you quote a sentence from the Thirteen Classics, when others receive the order, they must not only follow its meaning, form, and rhyme, but also use the same sentence from the same classic. When facing the latter, you will suddenly become hypocritical. Revealed.
It was the latter that Yang Ji was afraid of. He saw that there were not only Xiao Jue, Xue Daoheng, He Tuo, Xu Wenyuan, Wei Shikang, Wang Xiaotong, Wang Tong, Wang Ji, Yu Wenshi and other Confucian scholars here, but also Duan Wenzhen, Li Jing, Shi Xiang , Yu Zhongwen, Lai Huer, Zhou Faming and other Confucian generals, in addition to Yu Juluo, Tu Wanxu, Xin Shixiong and other powerful generals.
So while everyone was contemplating, he said loudly: "There are people here who are civilized and military, and there are also people who are both civil and military. But there are also people who are mainly military and warriors who charge into battle. The latter are not good at ancient books and classics. If they are good at ten It is really difficult for people to drink wine in three sentences."
"What the king said is absolutely true!" Before Yang Ji finished speaking, all the Confucian generals and powerful generals in the hall cheered. It was really unfair for them to compare ancient books with Confucian scholars who had studied Confucian classics for most of their lives.
If they lose, they will definitely be ridiculed by those scribes who are so angry that they will not pay for their lives; they don't want to give their faces to others for beatings like this.
Xue Daoheng also agreed with Yang Jizhi's theory, saying: "Everyone gathers together for the purpose of being lively and happy. If they end up making trouble, it will go against the original intention of the gathering. But if it is an idiom, it is too simple. !」
"We can perform the Flying Flower Order! The Flying Flower Order comes from the poem "Cold Food", "Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willow trees from leaning. At dusk, candles are passed down from the Han Palace, and light smoke is dispersed into the houses of the five princes." "Yang Ji said: "You can use poems, words, famous sayings, or write your own when flying flowers. However, the sentence must have at least five words. The sentence must have the word "flower" in it. Of course, common words in poetry can also be used. "Wind", "moon", "snow" and other images. "
Yang Ji talked eloquently and introduced the gameplay of Feihua Ling, but many people were attracted by the poem "Cold Food".
This poem vividly describes the vigorous spring scenery during the Cold Food Festival, and uses a fresh and clear style of writing to outline the elegant picture of the imperial city with wind blowing and the willows blowing, and seamlessly highlights the wealth and splendor of the royal family. The whole poem is not only a true reproduction of festival etiquette and customs, but also a specific depiction of the joyous songs of the prosperous times.
This kind of poetry is so beautiful, it is not just empty boast, it is very suitable for the current prosperous age.
However, no one had heard of this poem. In addition, Yang Ji was known as the "King of Poems", so everyone reluctantly included it in Yang Ji's unpublished poems.
"Your Majesty, this poem is excellent, and this method is very good. We will use flowers as the title to remember this poem and the birth of Feihua Order." Xue Daoheng made the final decision.
Yang Ji was stunned for a moment. He just introduced the origin of Feihua Order. Is this an invisible pretense?
Yang Lun, who was standing next to him, said to Yang Ji: "Since you said it, let's start with you, and then I, the Tao King."
The person who opened the question always had an absolute first-mover advantage, which was in line with Yang Ji's combat style. He immediately said without hesitation: "In that case, I will start. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year!"
This is another verse rich in philosophy. Everyone clapped their hands and laughed, saying it was a wonderful line.
"Brother, do you want to drink?" Yang Ji looked at the stunned Yang Lun and said.
"I'll pick it up - Spring River Flower Moonlight Night!" Yang Lun smiled and said to Yang Jing: "Xian Zhen, it's your turn!"
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Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the "poem name" "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"!
Yang Jing said: "I followed what Brother Wei Wang wrote back then, "It snows in the mountains in May, but there are no flowers, only cold." "
Everyone cheered loudly: "Okay!"
Yang Jing bowed to Xiao Jue, who was beside her, and said, "Brother Xiao, it's your turn."
Xiao Jue smiled slightly and said, "I will follow what King Wei said just now: "Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willow trees from falling." "
"puff!"
"puff!"
Many people laughed. Although Xiao Jue was cheating, no one could say that he was wrong because this was not included in the drinking order.
Xiao Jue was followed by Duan Wenzhen. He picked up the wine glass and said seriously: "I want to drink, but I'm afraid I won't get a good drink. I accept the punishment!"
As he spoke, he took a deep breath.
With Duan Wenzhen at the beginning, the next few people also admitted defeat and punishment.
"I also want to drink. I cheated and followed what King Wei just said: "Every year the flowers are similar, but every year the people are different." "
"Then I'll pick up "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"! "
"I pick up "The Spring City is full of flying flowers, the cold food and the east wind keep the willows from slanting". I punish myself with three cups of wine"
In an instant, the hall was filled with laughter.
"Ha ha!"
"Haha, you made me laugh so hard!"
"Brother, please don't do this when drinking!" "
"..."
"Okay!" Yang Lun couldn't help but said, "Since everyone wants to drink and is afraid of not having to drink, let's drink to the fullest first and then do the Flying Flower Order."
Everyone cheered: "Prince Teng is wise!"
"Come on, let's change the burning knife!" Yang Lun waved his hand and said grandly.
You want to drink, right? Let's make a strong drink like a knife and see how long you can hold on.
