When the lights were on, the candles in the west hall gradually lit up, and through the gauze covered with carved flowers, birds and insects, it shone like day.

A row of colored landscape screens of poplar wood in the hall are pulled across, separating the two worlds:

On the side of the screen, Fang Zhongyong and other servants were eager to put a plate of cut rabbit meat slices, pheasant slices, fish fillets, fresh vegetables, etc. into the big iron pot with clouds.

After the things are cooked gradually, then pour the sauce into the noodles with wine, sauce, pepper, cinnamon and other flour, and then carry them in food boxes and trays to the screen - happy and harmonious, and at the party table of the two families who are in their youthful poetry and wine.

That's right, in the Song Dynasty, hot pot was no longer a rare thing. The Song Dynasty on the tip of the tongue represented the glorious tradition of our working people since ancient times.

Fang Zhongyong was busy and did not notice his sincere eyes, looking at him with mercy behind him.

Fang Zhongyong in his previous life may not have experienced and felt Comrade Wang Jinggong deeply when reading the article "Sad Zhongyong". When writing this work, he felt deeply regret and lamented by Fang Zhongyong's prodigy. That regret was no less than Baoyu of the Appearance Association. He was so sad when he met Qin Zhong.

At this moment, Wang Anshi was always dedicated to Fang Zhongyong, who was busy serving his food and drinks, sighed:

Such a romantic figure who learned to learn without a teacher and was able to write at the age of five, but was born in a family of farmers for generations. His parents were ignorant of their own eyes, so how could they have the knowledge to educate and become talented?

In this way, the word "wealth" blocks people's relationship. Although our children of officials are richer than him, they are only covered with some dead trees and rotten trees; lambs and wines are only filled with some dung caves and mud ditches, so where can we use them?

But seeing Fang Zhongyong holding a lotus-covered wine warming utensil coming to serve, Wang Anshi came up with a plan and took over the wine warming utensil.

Then, from the six-curve double-layer lotus base of the wine warming utensil, he raised the wine cup, went forward, looked at Chai Shao and his father Wang Yi, and bowed a little, "Today, there are many guests and rich delicacies, why not sing the wine with wine?"

As he said that, he poured himself into his own drinks, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong and said, "I heard my mother talk about it for a long time. Erlang of the Fang family is amazing and charming. Today we meet is fate. How can we not talk about this love? Why don't you invite Erlang to the table and chant it to comfort your life?"

The cup was bottomed out, and the cup was swept back into the sizzling water of the wine warmer.

Wang Anshi pulled Fang Zhongyong with one hand and waved his hand slightly. He ordered his servant to take a chair. Without saying a word, he pressed Fang Zhongyong onto the chair and wanted to respect him again.

Fang Zhongyong took the newly-held wine glass from Wang Anshi, looked at Wang Anshi's eyes, smiled and twisted three fingers, and raised the wine glass: "Young Master Xie Wang is kind, so I will do it first. However, this wine is called Liantai Wine, and it has its own name. It is a matter of drinking. Please report it to the youngest."

Hearing that he said, the two families of Chai Wang and his family looked at him at the meal. Even Wang Anren, the elder brother of Wang Anren, who was known as an old man, opened his eyes wide.

Fang Zhongyong was not anxious or slow, his eyes were brightly reflected in the candlelight, and the whole house was delicious, the sound was refreshing and sweet, and every word sounded freely: "The lotus flowers twist the cup, the wine is more fragrant than the flowers, the cup is full of gifts, and the cup is not overflowing is respectful. When he sees sincerity, raise the cup lightly." As he said, he raised the wine glass, held it straight to his chest, and bowed to everyone, and continued:

"First literature and then military, first internal and then military, it is called a gentleman going deep into his throat, and often going to go there." As he said that, he drank the wine in the cup and finished it.

It's so unpalatable, and its purity is incomparable to modern Moutai. Fang Zhongyong sighed in his heart, but this sound came directly to everyone because of excessive exaggeration.

Facing everyone's eyes, he realized that this pussy seemed to have to be pretending to be at the end, so he sighed, stretched his eyebrows and his lips slightly, making an intoxicating look:

"The smell of wine is like a crazi wave, sweeping the world, sweeping away the worries of thousands of years, turning the cup to the bottom, throwing the cup sounds, this is my husband." As he said that, he turned over the drinks, leaving no trace, and then threw them heavily on the table, and the seat was speechless for a moment.

Chai Shao was also at a loss at this time. He didn't know what fool this kid was making, so he could only judge based on the expressions of the people around him.

He first looked at his son Chai Lin. Needless to say, Chai Lin was also confused. However, his son's eyes were completely different today, and he stared at the prince Yue opposite him and smiled foolishly, not in the situation at all.

Chai Shao shook his head slightly and looked at Wang Ziyue again. Wang Ziyue's eyebrows were frowning, and his expression was a little bit Su Zi's heart-to-heart, looking in love. But he didn't know whether it was the delicacy in front of him or something else.

Just as he was about to turn his gaze to several distinguished guests of the Wang family, Wang Anshi took the lead in applauding.

Wang Anren also showed a little admiration on the side, turned to look at Wang Yi and Chai Lin, and looked at Fang Zhongyong again and said, "It's very interesting. According to Brother Fang, it's more interesting to pay attention to something. On the edge of Xitang, my father also said that when you are singing, you can't enjoy it without singing and poetry. It can be seen that the word "pride" is really the most helpful thing to enjoy wine."

"Brother, do you want to write a poem?" Wang Andao's cheeks were slightly red and he smiled.

"The cups and cups in the hall are intersecting, and the curtains are high among the flowers. I sing and drinking with you. Don't laugh at the poems and drinks. Chu is floating in the sky, Jianghan is in the extreme, where are the heroes in the north and south? There are traces in the setting sun." The well-behaved prince Yue, who has never spoken, took the lead and took one song first.

"Okay!" Fang Zhongyong had a few glasses, and had never eaten anything. He was a little bit drunk and instinctive, just like when he was urging each other to drink and brag in his previous life, he opened his mouth: "The relationship is deep, one mouthful; the relationship is shallow, lick it; the relationship is thick, not enough; the relationship is iron, and the drink is bleeding. One liang, two liang, gargle the mouth, three liang, four liang, not counting wine, five liang, six liang, walking on the wall, seven liang, eight liang, still yelling."

He raised his glass directly and bowed to Prince Yue. His face was still bright and his heart was beating: "Wine a friend with a thousand cups, drink as much as you can. Show your skills in danger. My sister will drink a glass of wine for my brother."

"Puff--" Prince Yuezhi was so funny that she was so irritating that she was so gangster's spirit that she was so straightforward.

Yannong and Mo Xiang, who were serving beside Wang Ziyue, came over again with sharp eyes, as if they wanted to nail Fang Zhongyong.

Prince Yue stood up openly, took the wine glass from Fang Zhongyong's hand, took it in his hand and turned it a few times. Suddenly, he blinked his eyes and smiled. The two dimples showed naughty smiles: "It's not difficult, but you have to do it well."

After hearing what Wang Ziyue said, his good friend Chai Lin immediately ignored his "brothers and sisters" for the sake of "clothes", "Yue'er said, Zhongyong, just write one with the theme of "Three Kingdoms Killing". After a while, let the Wang brothers and sisters play with that together."

Before Fang Zhongyong could speak, he heard Wang Anshi raise his glass and the first song "Manjianghong" with his clothes and a romance:

"Jump out of the world and don't care about right and wrong, honor and disgrace. When you fish, the moon is bright and the wind is thin, the water is clear and the mountains are green. Talk and laugh at me, and the vast scholars should laugh at me, but a drop in the ocean is not in the morning.

When asked who was the one who came to the bait, Liu Wen and Diao Chan were precious, no one could continue, and the gold belt was heavy, so it was difficult to restrain it.

How could this white ephedra paper be seen? Last night, the stars and winds last night, and the storm of the waves are broken. Ask the high moon, who is the same today and ancient times?"

"Okay." Fang Zhongyong shouted yes again, then raised his glass to look at Wang Anshi, sang the wine and chanted the song "Linjiangxian":

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure turn into nothing, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are always watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet each other, and many things in ancient and modern times are all laughing at."

After listening to this poem, Wang Anshi's thoughts were profound, with clear rhythms, neat rhymes, and a sigh of vicissitudes of history.

He couldn't help but pull Fang Zhongyong to sit down and said, "Brother Zhongyong's poem is very good. I have a friend who has never met before, but often geese come and go. He smashed the tank to save people and was also known as a child prodigy. His poems and essays coincided with Brother Zhongyong. He will definitely recommend it in the future."

While eating vegetables quickly suppressed the wine, Fang Zhongyong thought that among his peers, the officials and families could interact with Wang Anshi Hongyan. The key is that the allusion of "smashing the vat to save people" was too loud, so he smiled and said, "But Mr. Sima Guang from Xiping Prefecture? Although he had never met him, he heard the story of smashing the vat to save people. He deeply admired him."

Wang Anshi also nodded repeatedly and said, "It's this person. This person is the same as me, but he was born in a state of worry in the northwest, and his personality is different."

But Chai Lin had already had enough food and food, and was thinking about the Three Kingdoms Killing, so he interrupted, "Zhongyong, we have a distinguished guest today, so we have to take out some good things to entertain."

As he said that, he ordered the servants to go down and make some catkins and bring them to serve. He couldn't wait to instruct the girl beside him, "Go to the study and bring the cards that played the Three Kingdoms Kill in Zhongyong's book box. Today we will play with that together to relieve our boredom. Isn't it much better than the chanting of poems by Lao Shizi?"

As he said that, he looked at Wang Ziyue with a happy look on his face.

Fang Zhongyong still regretted that Su Dongpo had prepared his "Red Cliff Nostalgia" correctly. He just started with a song by Luo Guanzhong. He was about to show off his talents and crush the three parties, so he had to feel a little disappointed and murmured to himself:

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes. To the west of the old building, the humanity is the red cliff of Zhoulang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment.

I remember that when Xiao Qiao first got married, she was so handsome and handsome. She was a feather fan and a scarp. She was ashamed and lost her masts and oars. Her hometown was wandering in a sensual way, and she should laugh at me with affection. Her hair was like a pine tree, and her life was like a dream. She was like a river and moon."

However, after drinking, the singing of the shallow penis was a little louder, and the people around him could clearly hear it, and they were full of surprise. Such casual pondering made Fang Zhongyong seem more and more humble.

...

It was very late that day, and Fang Zhongyong dragged his tired body towards the direction of going home.

With a hazy drunkenness, he hummed the Phoenix Legend's "The vast world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains. What rhythm is the most swaying, and what posture is the happiest..."

Fang Zhongyong's self-feeling is definitely like a minstrel. Although he only drank a pound of wine and humming popular songs, he felt very comfortable and comfortable inside.

Facing the hazy moonlight with white light in winter, Ma Erya's buns and two-foot-piece red rope tied up and flew away, with a pair of beautiful hair, like Nie Xiaoqian in the ghost of the american girl, quietly staying not far from Fang Zhongyong's figure, looking at him quietly.

The night is silent, the moon is very large and round, and the round moon reflects Fang Zhongyong's figure, showing a kind of isolated elegance in the world.

Of course, all of that was just Ma Erya's illusion.
Chapter completed!