How can this be done? Then wasn't my effort in vain?
Wei Guansun was very anxious, but he did not dare to oppose King Rong. He felt really depressed and uncomfortable.
At this time, Li Shuaisi, the pacifying envoy of eastern Zhejiang Province, spoke, "Your Highness, Prince Rong, you are recording events. How can you substitute wine for those who give orders? Although it is a game, you still have to follow the rules. Even a small amount of wine can be drunk." Not bad for His Royal Highness, Prince Zhong.”
Damn, is this a little thin wine? A full sixteen cups, how could Shiro's body bear it? He had only woken up a few days ago.
King Rong scolded his mother in his heart. He was just about to lose his face to defend Zhao Mengqi, even if he was laughed at, Zhao Mengqi said slowly, "I am willing to admit defeat, let alone sixteen glasses of water and wine, it is sixteen glasses." Even if it’s poison, I won’t default on it.”
Wei Guansun seized the opportunity to decide the outcome, "Ahem, if that's the case, then I'll read the next sentence, 'The haze cages the villa, the singing songs of the frogs and the drums, the weather is always pleasant in all weathers'."
"Sure enough, the wonderful sentence, this 'man' and 'cage' is really wonderful and full of charm. Mr. Wei lives up to his reputation for his quick thinking!"
"'Liu Lang Lotus' and 'Yingge Frog Drum' are also very good, these should be written about the West Lake."
"Brother Wei is so talented. With a pair of beautiful sentences, he clearly presents the unforgettable beauty of West Lake in summer."
The people present complimented and praised him one after another, and the high-ranking officials and sages also nodded in approval, which made Wei Guansun feel happy. More importantly, the victory was a blow to Zhao Mengqi.
Amidst all the commotion, Zhao Mengqi leisurely sipped his first glass of wine. This was also the first time he drank since he came to this world.
Light, this wine is really light, at most about ten degrees, and it feels like a deadly sour. No wonder the wine glasses of the Song Dynasty are so big, comparable to tea cups.
To change the body of the previous life, not to mention sixteen cups, even sixteen pounds is no longer a problem, but considering the current body, Zhao Mengqi decided to take it easy.
After drinking a cup, he felt it carefully, but there seemed to be no reaction. Maybe it was as he thought, that mysterious power was improving his physique.
Wei Guansun and all the yamen watched Zhao Mengqi drinking, fearing that he would use some shady trick to drink less. Unexpectedly, Zhao Mengqi drank one cup after another, basically without any pause, sweeping away the full sixteen cups, and finally drank. He burped and put down the glass with a satisfied look on his face.
"Hey, he actually drank it all? Someone must have cheated and poured water for him."
"That's not possible. The drinks were checked beforehand, but it's just that the loyal king seems not even drunk after drinking so much?"
"Yeah, what's going on? Looking at his thin body, I thought he would only drink three cups at most."
Zhao Mengqi raised his hand, interrupted the discussion, and said in a loud voice, "Okay! I have finished drinking the wine I lost. Now, is it my turn to say the last sentence?"
Putting aside his doubts for the time being, Wei Guansun responded, "Since my cousin has finished drinking, it's natural for him to say something. Please, I am all ears for my brother."
When the gang of yamen heard this, they kept whispering.
"Hey, what good words can this idiot come up with, let alone vulgar words, it will make people laugh."
"Although he is a fool himself, it's hard to say that he can't 'borrow' it from others."
"Hahaha, brother, the word 'borrow' is very wonderful!"
Now Zhao Mengqi has very good ears and can hear very clearly, but he doesn't care at all, "Cousin Wei, I'll give you a chance. If you give up now, how about you drink sixteen cups?"
What? This loyal king must be crazy, he actually wants Brother Wei to admit defeat? Or is he trying to use his identity to win without a fight? Or, is he trying to scare people with an empty plan? I didn’t expect that this fool could be treacherous at times!
Everyone present had their own thoughts, but they basically maintained a contemptuous attitude towards Zhao Mengqi.
No matter how he thought about it, Wei Guansun himself had no reason to admit defeat, "Winning or losing is a trivial matter, but there is no reason for a man to be timid before fighting. Cousin, don't gossip, please say something."
His waist was straight, his chest was raised high, and his words were even more beautiful. Wei Guansun had already begun to envision what he would say after victory.
"Okay, as you wish." Zhao Mengqi shrugged and poured himself a glass of wine, "This sentence is a bit long, cousin Wei needs to hear it clearly, or find someone to write it down. "
Wei Guansun waved his hand and said no, then Zhao Mengqi took a sip of wine and began to read, "Nine sects met at Junshan. Just now they showed their breasts to Han Mian and washed their feet in the waves."
This isn’t long either…
"The straight river is rolling in, the stars are sinking into the niches, the tide is shooting into the Qiantang, and it is chaotically flowing into the mouth of the sea."
It turns out there is one, it’s a bit long, and it seems like the sentences are pretty good too.
"Broaden your horizons, and you will be boundless."
Why else? This sentence has a great artistic conception.
"I saw partridges calling out to the temple, flowers all over the ground, parrots next to the island, and fragrant grass stretching to the sky; swan geese returning to the peak, wise birds frightened, mandarin ducks flooding the lake, and birds flying with wings."
What the hell is this? ? Is there more?
Wait, take a note and write it down.
“It’s just right to be dyed with emerald mist, crimson clouds and green trees.
Thousands of acres of water are open to the light, and there are so many strange and fantastic things, light and thick, that form a picture.
How do you know that he is Wu Qiang, who is locked in the fog, and you know that he is the rudder of Shu who is extinguished by snow?
How do you know that he is a Yizhou Quefang or a Pengli fishing boat?
All of them had bamboo hats on their heads and floated huge boats to the south.
Sighing how treacherous Jin Shang was back then, how deceitful Zhang Yi was, how secretive King Huai was, how sad Song Yu was, and why Jia Sheng was so tired.
Up to now, the turbulent waves have broken through eight hundred miles, and I have read and called Quzi to summon the soul. "
hiss……
Not a son of man! How could it be so long? There should be no more.
How many words does this fucking word have?
This teaches people how to do it right?
After reading, Zhao Mengqi put down the empty wine glass leisurely and said, "Okay, that's it. There are a lot of words, but cousin Wei is a scholar of heaven and earth. This must not be difficult for you, but it is a bit difficult? How about giving you an hour?"
