Wei Guansun was bitten by a small dog. It was not serious in fact, but the injury happened to be on his ankle. He walked with a slight limp and looked awkward.
"Cousin, between you and me, if we have a few drinks, you won't say that I'm not qualified."
Oh, this old man actually showed up.
Zhao Mengqi glanced at Wei Guansun's feet and thought about it, wanting to tease him, "What are you talking about, cousin Wei? Is there any qualification or disqualification for my family to drink? However, there must be a reason for drinking, otherwise why not just drink?" Isn’t it boring?”
As long as Zhao Mengqi doesn't refuse, Wei Guansun is quite confident about the battle of wits and courage. "Cousin, what do you mean by drinking orders? I don't know if you want military orders or civil orders?"
To put it simply, Jiu Ling is a game for drinking and entertaining. There are various ways to play it. The loser will be punished by drinking according to the agreement. It has been very popular since ancient times. Basically, any game that can easily determine the winner can be used to play Jiu Ling, guessing, guessing, etc. Rolling dice, shooting, etc. are military orders, and composing poems, couplets, continuations, etc. are civil orders.
The literary style of the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and it paid great attention to the mood of life. It was natural to pursue elegance in the drinking order. For example, "Xiaoci" and "Sanqu" were developed from the drinking order. Wei Guansun specifically asked about "civilian and military", which actually meant to mock Zhao Mengqi. , after all, you can't expect a fool to be elegant, even if he is ordered to do so by force, he may not be able to do it.
To his surprise, Zhao Mengqi said casually, "It's just you and me, let's just say a couplet, it's simple and quick."
"Couplet? Cousin, are you kidding me?" Wei Guansun was surprised, even secretly happy. Isn't this his specialty? He's a sure winner!
Couplet, that is, couplet, but there is no such term at this time. It is usually called "couple", "two sentences are couplets, four sentences are quatrains", and quatrain poetry developed from this.
"Of course, you have no joke, the prince is also a king!" Zhao Mengqi said with deep meaning in his eyes, and said with a double entendre, "You and I make sentences to each other, and if we don't agree, we can talk about it. What do you think?"
"Since it is my cousin who insists, then don't blame me for not using force to win for my brother." Wei Guansun said, thought again, and set restrictions to prevent Zhao Mengqi from taking tricks, "Absolutes are not allowed, that is to say, the sentences I must have a second line."
"no problem!"
Zhao Mengqi stretched out his palm, and then Wei Guansun high-fived him. On the surface, the agreement was completed.
Prince Rong, who was beside him, had been paying attention to Zhao Mengqi. He noticed that his 'son''s words and deeds today were very different from before, and he dared to play with Wei Guansun's orders. He stood up and left the table in surprise and walked over.
"Shiro, if you really want to make a drinking order, you might as well roll the dice."
The implication was that King Rong did not think that Zhao Mengqi could outplay Wei Guansun in terms of culture. After all, Wei Guansun had always been smart and was considered to be relatively talented among the younger generation.
Wei Guansun saw that he had finally put King Zhong into the bag and was about to win over his silly cousin. Unexpectedly, his second uncle came out to interfere, and he became anxious, "Uncle, don't worry, Guan Sun will definitely hit it till the end. It won't happen." Let my cousin lose miserably."
"Haha, this hasn't even started yet. It's hard to say whether we will win or lose." Zhao Mengqi calmly bowed to King Rong, "Uncle Wang, don't worry. How can you go back on your word after you've already high-fived?"
"Okay, then let me be the recorder." King Rong was even more surprised by his son's performance.
As soon as King Rong, the master, moved, the attention of the whole audience was instantly focused. After asking each other, everyone knew what was going on, and they all wanted to watch the fun. Some people even started to laugh at King Zhong, this fool, for not overestimating his own abilities. .
Wei Guansun is the nephew of King Rong and will soon become his stepson. Zhao Mengqi is the biological son of King Rong and has been adopted as his nephew. The competition between these two people, even if it is just a game, is very interesting to watch. What's more, the two of them are also involved in the dispute over the country. Who here is not interested?
Seeing that everyone was watching, feeling that this was no longer just a game, King Rong became serious. He waved his hand and asked the servants to arrange the situation, and then he turned into two 'sons' and sat facing each other.
A group of yamen gathered behind Wei Guansun with excited faces, but beside Zhao Mengqi, there was only one Huang Gou.
Zhao Mengqi waved his hands in a meaningless manner, "You go first, but I remind you, don't hold back, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"
The couplet does not say that it must be original. The person who comes first must have the advantage, and the decision is usually made by guessing. Zhao Mengqi's approach undoubtedly makes people think that he is not only a stick, but also brazen.
Wei Guansun originally wanted to proceed step by step, but after hearing this, he wanted to teach Zhao Mengqi a lesson first, "You're welcome as a brother. Listen carefully, cousin. My last sentence was, 'The pavilion is full of Fangtang, and the willows are full of lotus. , all the curves and curves are included in the painting, please correct."
"Good sentence!"
"Wonderful, Brother Wei really has learned a lot."
"Hey, taking action is a good phrase. Isn't it a bit overwhelming to win? King Zhong is..."
"You can't say that. Even if it's a drinking party, we, the scholars, should do our best. Hiding and hiding is what villains do."
Most of the people present were educated people, and they could tell the quality of a sentence by hearing it, and those in the yamen were even more proud, not only making noises, but also sarcastically.
Zhao Mengqi muttered, others thought he was thinking about how to fight, but they didn't expect him to say, "Sixteen words, then I will drink sixteen cups, yellow wolfberry, pour the wine."
ah? Are you giving up now? No, don't think about it anymore? This loyal king is not only a straw bag, but also a salty fish!
Basically, no one would think that Zhao Mengqi could stand up to him, but it was still surprising that he lay down so quickly. If it weren't for his identity, I'm afraid the whole room would have burst into laughter by now.
"Shiro, wait a minute!" King Rong's tone was a little urgent. He knew that his 'son' was weak. "Even if you lose, you can't drink so much. Just drink a glass to show off, and I'll help you drink the rest."
