Chapter 384 Don't see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky
The third floor of Wenxiang Building.
He Jizhen took a sip and said with a smile: "Today I am the proprietor, and I will present a poem to attract others."
"Okay, please."
"My lord please."
Everyone was a little drunk, so they put aside their barriers and shouted invitations.
He Jizhen's smile faded: "In this case, Jizhen will be embarrassed."
He took a deep breath and recited: "Ode to the Willow: The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors."
"Good! Beautiful jade lady, delicate and delicate willow, wonderful!" Wang Wei clapped his hands and praised.
"The love is sincere and natural, wonderful!" Meng Haoran said.
Wang Shaobo and Cui Hao also praised it one after another, and the former maid copied the poem down.
He Jizhen drank a glass of wine and laughed loudly and said: "This poem was written when the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River was brilliant. I saw the weak willows supporting the wind, which looked like a beautiful woman. I wrote it out of emotion. Wang Mojie knows my heart well."
Wang Wei laughed. He sat under He Jizhen and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that I am good at painting. Although I cannot compare with the painting saints, I still have some experience. I will just write a painting."
"Okay, please."
Wang Wei then read: "Looking at the mountains from a distance, they are colorful, and listening to the water is silent. Spring has gone, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come."
Meng Haoran praised: "It is true that there is painting within the poem and poetry within the painting. It is wonderful."
He sat under Wang Wei and received: "Early plum blossoms: There are early plum blossoms in the garden, which bloom due to the cold weather. The young women are climbing up and down, and they are about to be placed on the mirror stand. They still can't see enough, and they want to cut them with scissors."
"Okay, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. This poem is clear, elegant, and implicit..." It was He Zhizhang who spoke. Halfway through the poem, he was interrupted by a voice at the top of the stairs. He turned around and saw a slave coming, holding his hand
He was holding a poem scroll: "Sir, someone else is offering poems."
"Oh, bring it here." He Jizhen had a gentle and elegant personality, and any unhappiness he felt at being interrupted immediately disappeared. He took the poem and smiled at the four of them: "Everyone enjoy it together."
He handed the poem scroll to the beautiful maid beside him, and the beautiful maid began to read: "Purchase wine to ask the moon."
As soon as she thought about it, He Jizhen laughed: "It seems that he is also a good drinker, not bad, not bad."
The beautiful maid continued to read: "When will the moon come in the blue sky? I'll stop drinking and ask now. People can't reach the bright moon when they climb up. The moon moves with people... The ancients and today are like running water. They all look at the bright moon like this. I only wish.
When singing and drinking, the moonlight always shines in the golden cup."
After reading, He Jizhen stroked his beard and laughed: "Elegant and romantic, romantic and self-appreciative. I wonder which drinker wrote this poem?"
Wang Wei also said: "This person seems to be drunk, and there is a hint of drunkenness in the poem."
"Even so, it is still a masterpiece." Meng Haoran said with a smile.
"Why don't we let this person go upstairs?" He Jizhen looked at everyone and asked.
"Yes." "Yes." Everyone nodded.
On the first floor, Sun Ran held the wine bottle and raised his head to drink. The fair young face was red and his eyes were confused. It was as if he was covered in smoke and was already drunk, almost going crazy. Xiao Qing stood holding a sword beside him, looking very drunk.
Sun Ran was dumbfounded.
In her memory, Sun Ran never drank, let alone got drunk. This was the first time she saw him like this, and she didn't know if he was just faking it.
"Hahaha. Just wait patiently. As soon as I send my poem, someone will come to welcome me upstairs." Sun Ran smiled at the scholars around him.
"Li Taibai...is that your name? Looking at you at such a young age, you are so arrogant that I didn't expect it. I was already prepared, but the poems I wrote didn't catch Mr. He's eyes. What are you, a drunkard, capable of?"
, so boastful?" Some scholars did not believe it.
"Yes, yes, I have been preparing for half a month and pondering carefully, but I got a very ingenious comment. Wang Mojie gave me two words, and I was convinced. You wrote this poem casually, but it is too rough.
." Some people were disdainful.
Sun Ran ignored him and just drank, one cup after another. Although he was drunk, he would not pour. He was holding a huge amount of wine. As he was drinking, a servant came down and invited: "Mr. Li, Master He invites you to come upstairs and have a drink with us."
Sun Ran laughed: "What? You are all laymen."
He waved to Xiao Qing: "Lu'er, help me go upstairs."
Xiaoqing came over and put his arm around Sun Ran's shoulders. He felt his hand heavy, staggered in his steps, and almost fell down. He lowered his voice and said in surprise: "Master, are you really drunk?"
Sun Ran was conscious, but he drank too much and his body was severely intoxicated by alcohol, which caused the connection between his soul and his body to be unstable, so he appeared drunk, at least at first.
At first, he was just drunk, but there were too many shackles in Sun Ran's heart, and he still couldn't write poems when he was drunk. There was no other way, so the fake drunk turned into real drunk, he let go of the shackles, immersed himself in it, and his heart also became drunk.
With the previous question of "asking the wine to the moon".
Hearing Xiao Qing's question at this time, Sun Ran felt that his mind was in a state of intoxication, with all kinds of thoughts coming and going, all kinds of inspirations rolling over, all the fetters of the usual rules disappeared, and a clear understanding surged in his heart.
:'No wonder there have been so many drunkards and drinkers for thousands of years. This feeling of alcohol anesthesia is really strange.'
He didn't want to wake up for the time being, so he stretched out his hand to touch Xiaoqing's face with a smile, then kissed her on the face with his mouth, and smiled mischievously: "Lu'er, I'm not drunk, I'm awake!"
Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and didn't blame Sun Ran for being frivolous, but managed to help him go upstairs.
When they arrived at the third floor, Sun Ran saw He Jizhen and others. His nose twitched and he smiled and said: "Good wine! Good wine! How can we relieve our worries? Du Kang is the only one!"
He strode up, poured himself a glass, drank it, and then asked: "Who is Mr. He?"
"I am."
He Jizhen frowned. Although he liked drinking, he never lost his composure. Now seeing this young man's appearance, he felt a little unhappy.
Sun Ran felt it, but he was drunk and didn't care at all. He turned his eyes and saw several poem manuscripts on the table next to him, so he walked over and picked them up to read.
I looked at one: Yong Liu, read it, and threw it aside: "It's evil for a man to behave gracefully like his little daughter!"
He Jizhen's face turned dark, he had written this poem.
Sun Ran looked at the second picture, which was a painting by Wang Wei. He read it and threw it aside: "It's a clever thought, but it's a pity that this fine wine, a generous and heroic thing, is moaning for no reason!"
Wang Wei's face turned dark. No matter how good his self-cultivation, he would be unhappy if his poems were judged to be useless. He Ji really didn't have a fit and drove Sun Ran away, which was already very good.
Xiao Qing stepped forward to hold Sun Ran and persuaded in a low voice: "Master, Master, you are drunk!"
"I'm not drunk." Sun Ran was about to look at the poem manuscript of Chapter 3 again. Just as he was about to read it, Meng Haoran stood up, walked forward and grabbed it, and said angrily: "I'm just writing this without bothering to comment."
He Jizhen saw that the young man was a little embarrassed, so he said to the servants on the side: "Take him down."
In an elegant place, the presence of such a drunkard is really a disgrace to the scenery.
Two strong slaves stepped forward to take Sun Ran away.
Sun Ran burst out laughing, no matter how hard the two of them pulled him. Veins sprouted on his forehead, and he stood motionless on the ground.
"I, Li Taibai, have been practicing martial arts for many years. In the land of Bashu, no one is my rival. If you two families have children, go ahead." Sun Ran shook his hand, and the two slaves became gourds rolling on the ground.
Seeing that Sun Ran was making such a fuss, Xiaolu hurriedly ran to He Jizhen and apologized: "Master He, my young master was just drunk and did not intend to collide. Don't blame me, Master Wanwang."
He Jizhen was about to get angry, but suddenly he saw such a beautiful servant running towards her begging for help, and seeing these two people dressed elegantly, he decided in his heart that these two people were of good family background, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and asked
Said: "What is your young master's name?"
"I am Li Taibai, the Sichuan Green Lotus Swordsman!" Sun Ran replied.
He said in a loud voice: "Lu'er, here comes the sword."
Then Xiao Qing felt the sword in her arms buzzing. Before she could react, she heard a clang and a flash of green sword light. The sword flew out automatically and reached Sun Ran's hand.
Everyone present was a scholar, and although they all carried swords, they were only for decoration. Anyone who had seen this scene would have thought that Sun Ran was going to hurt someone.
He Ji was really shocked, Xiao Qing shouted: "Why don't you stop your young master!"
Xiao Qing was also anxious and wanted to stop him, but she knew that Sun Ran was no match for his martial arts skills, so she could only shout from the side: "Master, master, don't act like this."
Sun Ran felt drunk, and the heroic spirit boiled in his heart. Seeing that there was no one around, he started to dance with his sword.
The light of the sword flashed like lightning, and the energy of the sword moved like frost. Everything it passed was broken, and the screens, tabletops, and pillars all left sword marks as smooth as mirrors.
He Jizhen and others all turned pale with shock. They all hid in a corner of the flower hall and stood against the wall.
Amidst the rustling of the sword, Sun Ran was in high spirits, his thoughts were boiling in his heart, and he chanted along with the sword: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and flows to the sea never to return."
As soon as the first sentence came out, a majestic and vast aura hit the face. The few people present were all ordinary people. They immediately knew that it was extraordinary. For a moment, they forgot their fear and listened attentively.
Sun Ran continued to dance with his sword and drink poetry with his sword. At some point, he picked up the jug and drank wine with it. His attitude was extremely arrogant.
He continued to chant loudly: "Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
The sound is so high that it can be heard not only on the third floor, but also penetrates through. It can be heard clearly on the second floor, the first floor, and even on the street. It is like gold and iron, and like a harp and harp, which is touching.
As soon as the second sentence came out, the entire Wenxiang Tower fell silent, and the scholars all turned their heads and looked towards the third floor.
"The lofty sentiments, the rebelliousness, are heart-stirring!" Wang Mojie commented, his initial contempt having long since disappeared.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun. Don't let the gold bottle be empty to face the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiu is born
, I'm about to drink, don't stop drinking. I'll sing a song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, food and jade are endless.
It's expensive enough, I hope I won't wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, the sages were lonely, and only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking for thousands of people. Why does the master say that he has little money? He must buy the right one.
You are at your discretion. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"
When the last word came out, Sun Ran threw the jug away and stuck the sword in his hand on the pillar. He was so drunk that he was about to fall to the ground. Xiao Qing hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up. When he turned around, he saw that
Was asleep.
The song is about to be drunk, with only 200 words. When the song ends, Wenxiang Tower is quiet and you can hear the needle drop. Outside Wenxiang Tower, many scholars who could not enter the restaurant are also silent.
After a long time, He Jizhen sighed and said: "This gentleman should not exist in the world, he is just a banished immortal." (To be continued...)
ps: This is a virtual game, don’t worry about the time when the poem was written.
