With such a long-sleeved beauty who is good at dancing, the banquet naturally and quickly moved towards a climax without the host having to work too hard. After three rounds of drinking, someone suggested making an order to add to the fun, and there was a roar of approval from all around.
The owner of this place, Jia Chang, held a high position and was elected by everyone to be the Jiu Ming Mansion, responsible for controlling the overall situation. Song Yu, the person in the Zhongshushe, had always been famous for his talents, and he also did his part in the "Lulu Shi", and was in charge of announcing orders and drinking wine.
Of course, Mrs. Guo Guo, who was in charge of the "Gang Recording Affairs" of the fine wine, was popular with everyone. Seeing everyone's eager eyes, she did not dissipate everyone's interest. She took a sip from the wine bar in front of her and said softly: "That's it, little lady.
I'll drink this cup myself first, and I'll be punished for the crime of transgression. If anyone dares to cheat later, don't blame me for refusing to spare him!"
She was born in Hedong and grew up in Sichuan. As an adult, she spent time among high-ranking officials and dignitaries, trying to please her. Therefore, there was no need to deliberately pretend, and her words naturally had a hint of coquettishness. Coupled with the flowing waves
Her eyes and flaming red lips make you drunk before you even have time to drink.
At that moment, everyone suddenly agreed: "Your Majesty, your Majesty. If anyone dares to cheat, Madam, just follow the military rules. We will definitely not intercede for him!"
"That's it, that's it! Madam has already finished the wine. Anyone who dares to show disrespect will be kicked out by everyone!"
"Then please ask Lu Lu to issue an order!" Everyone in the audience agreed in unison. Mrs. Guo Guo's eyes turned slightly and glanced at the eyes of Song Yu, the scholar in Zhongshushe.
Song Yu, a member of the Zhongshu House, suddenly felt his heart tremble, and responded with a smile on his face, "In this case, Song will be embarrassed! Please wait a moment."
He wanted to show off his literary talent in front of Mrs. Guo Guo, so he deliberately chose a more difficult wine order to check. He lightly touched the back of the bamboo stick in front of him with the five carefully manicured fingers of his right hand. It looked like it came easily, but the result was an elegant one.
The order requires everyone to rhyme with words such as "between, mountain, ring..." and compose an impromptu poem. It will be limited to one song and dance, and the poem will be completed at the end of the song. It will be handed over to the Ming Dynasty to evaluate the quality and grade A.
Players can invite dancers to the banquet to accompany them with wine. There are no rewards or penalties for those who are in the second class. If they are unfortunate enough to be in the third class, or if they think it is not convenient today, they will be punished by drinking three drinks and performing a special skill to entertain everyone.
All the guests here are civil servants, so of course they will not be troubled by this little gadget. Immediately, Jia Chang ordered a singer to perform a performance. While everyone was watching the beauty whirling, they tapped the table in front of them with their fingers and chanted slightly. The song just happened
In the middle of the performance, Song Yu, who was in the middle school room, had already raised his head, stroking his beard with his hand, smiling and saying nothing.
After a while, Zheng Ang, a doctor in the Ministry of Personnel, and Zhao Wuyou, a scholar in the Hanlin Academy, also learned something. They stopped chanting one after another, smiled and raised their eyes. Then, several more guests either raised their chopsticks to taste the dishes, or lightly played the music.
It was obvious that the songs and dances to be watched in rhythm had already been drafted. Only Xue Jingxian, the magistrate of Fufeng County, was not good at poetry. He frowned and murmured incessantly.
When Jia Chang of Jiu Ming Prefecture saw this, he couldn't bear to look down on this person, so he secretly asked the musicians to change the last part of the song to a repeated rhyme, and played it three times until many people raised their heads and protested with their eyes, and then he had no choice but to
Slowly stopped.
"To be honest with you, Jia has limited ink in his stomach. He is really unworthy of his position in the Ming Dynasty!" Seeing Xue Jingxian still frowning, Jia Chang smiled and created another opportunity for this person, "Why don't you all write the poems you got?
How about reciting it one after another and letting everyone critique it together and discuss the pros and cons?"
"Yes, that's right!" Song Yu, a member of Zhongshushe, already had a chance of victory in his heart. Of course, he was not afraid of being judged by everyone. He immediately smiled and responded softly.
"Enable! Enable!" Youdao has never been the best in literature since ancient times. The other talents were not willing to be buried in front of the beauty and immediately agreed without any words.
"In this case, please ask Brother Song to take the lead." Seeing that no one had any objections, Jia Chang smiled and began to order.
Song Yu, a member of the Zhongshu family, happily accepted the order, smiled, and replied in a low voice: "I haven't played with this thing for a long time, and my hands are a little rusty. Since Brother Jia has the order, let Song come to introduce the idea." After that, he took a sip.
After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, he chanted loudly: "The body of the cypress is lightly folded among the mountains. Right and wrong have accidentally arrived in the mortal world. The crown and clothes are temporarily prepared to talk about the floating world. I will travel in the blue and fall leisurely in the clouds."
When the former prime minister Li Linfu was in power, he had been depressed. It was not until Yang Guozhong overthrew Li Linfu that he rose to great heights because of his meritorious service. Therefore, this poem was written in an extremely relaxed and comfortable way, and there is an unconcealable feeling between the lines.
The pleasant taste comes.
Everyone present here is a newbie who has just been promoted by Yang Guozhong. At this moment, everyone feels the same as Song Yu, a member of Zhongshushe, so they applauded loudly and recommended this poem to the first grade.
Jia Chang clapped his hands gently, and immediately the dancers who performed before came up again and lined up in a row. Song Yu, a member of the middle school room, randomly selected them. Unexpectedly, Song Yu suddenly changed his temper today and stopped his usual romantic attitude.
He shook his head and said with a smile, "With Mrs. Guo Guo here, it would be unruly for us to act wildly. Please step aside for now. Song is just looking at the famous flowers with these drunken eyes today."
That’s enough!”
After saying that, he secretly turned his eyes towards Mrs. Guo Guo again, his eyes full of Luni.
Those beauties were all carefully selected. On normal days, all of them would be considered to be a treasure. But today, in front of Mrs. Guo Guo, a peerless beauty, they all lost a bit of color. Seeing that Song Yu refused to choose
, other distinguished guests also felt that the beauties of the Jia family were far from what they expected. So they all smiled and shook their heads, declaring themselves to be gentlemen who could live happily ever after. Seeing this, the host Jia Chang had no choice but to smile and order Wu.
Ji stepped back and took out a white jade wine cup as a thank you for Song Yu's beautiful words just now.
This is indeed an elegant thing. Regardless of the price and quality, it is exactly worthy of the literary talent of Zhongshu Sheren Song Yu. The latter was a little polite and accepted it with a smile.
Next, other guests also came up with impromptu works. Some of them expressed their feelings tactfully, or expressed their feelings directly. However, their literary talents were far from what Song Yu had done. Two of them were rated B, and three of them were rated C. The works
The poet who was given a grade of C was not annoyed. He laughed, raised the white jade cup in front of him, and did it three times in a row without leaving a drop of wine.
According to the previous agreement, those who miss will have to perform on the spot. This little thing will not embarrass everyone. In ancient times, a gentleman must master the six arts, etiquette, music, archery, horsemanship, calligraphy, and martial arts. For many years, everyone has often welcomed them in official circles.
He may not be good at the four arts of coming and sending, etiquette, archery, chariotry, and martial arts, but he has honed his skills to perfection in the two arts of music and calligraphy.
So, under the influence of wine, the poet who failed to write the poem played the piano, played the sword, or sang loudly, pushing the atmosphere of the banquet from one climax to another. In the middle, Mrs. Guo Guo couldn't bear her temper and took the initiative to make peace with the official.
A song by Zheng Ang, the doctor in the department, immediately made everyone's eyes turn blue with envy. I thought to myself, if I had known this, why should I be too obsessed with false fame? If I voluntarily admit defeat, maybe I can win the beauty's eyes and hide.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to reflect on it alone in the middle of the night in your heart?!
When it was the turn of Hanlin scholar Zhao Wuyou, he covered his face with his hands and shouted loudly: "That's all, that's all. Today there are poems by Song Sheren in front of me. Don't show off the bad things I wrote."
Come on! I accept the punishment, it’s good to accept the punishment!”
Of course, everyone refused to accept such a cheap thing, and they all accused Zhao Wuyou of cheating and cheating, and asked the "Gang Lushi" to intervene. Mrs. Guo Guo refused, and giggled a few times, turned around and advised: "No matter how ugly you are,
It is inevitable for a daughter-in-law to meet her parents-in-law once. Zhao Hanlin, why do you have to hide it? Let everyone listen to it, maybe you are being too modest!"
"How can I be too modest!" Zhao Wuyou made a bitter face at Mrs. Guo Guo, "I'm just afraid of spoiling everyone's fun! I really can't see it, I can't see it!"
"Would you like to take it out and have a look? Anyway, among the gentlemen here, any one of you has a literary talent that is more than a hundred times better than this little girl!" Mrs. Guo Guo was not convinced and continued to beg her gently.
Immediately, everyone looked at Zhao Wuyou with jealous eyes, and they all reprimanded, "Admit your bet and admit defeat. You are so worthless!"
"Even Dr. Zheng is willing to take the throne, why are you pretending to be noble? Hurry, don't waste your time!"
Seeing that he was going to be the target of public criticism if he was not careful, Zhao Wuyou, a Hanlin scholar, had no choice but to hand over the poem with a grimace. It was a seven-character quatrain that used beautiful herbs to express his ambition. It was very neat in words, but slightly sad in artistic conception.
These are incompatible with the current atmosphere.
"The lead flower has been in the world for a long time, and it is even more miserable to abandon the lead flower. Even if there are green hills chanting the moon at night, I will still be the cloud servant girl for no reason." After chanting four sentences, without waiting for anyone's comments, Zhao Wuyou took the initiative to accept the punishment and picked up the wine.
He drank three large cups in a row. Then he wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. I don't know why I just can't write a suitable sentence today. I'd better give you a song to thank you for being rude!"
"
Immediately, he arranged several empty wine cups in a row and filled them with different shades of wine. He raised his chopsticks and tapped them while singing loudly: "The spring breeze is early in Nanmo, and the sun is setting in the east. Thousands of flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is fragrant.
Beauty Car. Outside the Qingmen of Changle, east of Yichun Xiaoyuan. The building is open above thousands of households, and people are surrounded by hundreds of flowers."
It is a widely circulated Huansha tune. I don’t know who made it. However, it is obvious who is Huansha Xishi in his heart at this moment. Everyone is already drunk in their hearts at this moment. Suddenly hearing it, they are filled with laughter again.
Smiling lightly. While mocking Zhao Wuyou for being lazy, he secretly looked at Mrs. Guo Guo's face with the corner of his eye, asking if she would blame Zhao Hanlin and Meng Lang. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Guo Guo showed clear affection for the second half.
He turned a deaf ear to the meaningful short song, frowned slightly, and still chanted repeatedly: "Even if there are green hills chanting the moon at night, the cloud servant girl will still be the same for no reason."
"Even if there are green hills chanting the moon at night, the cloud servant girl will remain the same for no reason.'
