After a pause, Lan Chen raised his big hand and closed the folding fan. He seemed to be swept by some emotion and rose to the state of mind that the "Poet Immortal" had once stayed.

I feel so passionate in my heart, but I don’t feel happy if I don’t vomit!

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.

I was born with my talents and I would be useful, and I would come back after all my money was lost.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you must drink three hundred cups of it at a time.

Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, don’t stop the glass when you are about to drink.

I will sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up again after being drunk.

Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names.

King Chen had a banquet for Pingle in the past, and he ate a lot of fun and cheerful wine.

What does the owner say is that he has little money? He has to buy it and drink it with you.

A horse with a thousand gold fur,

Hu'er will exchange fine wine and sell it with you..."

"Eternal sorrow!"

call......

After exhaling a long sigh, Lan Chen suddenly felt as weak as if something had been pulled away from his body.

But this exhaustion did not feel strange, but instead made him feel an indescribable sense of security, as if he had received some great satisfaction in his soul.

"Fortunately, I am not humiliated by the fate." Lan Chen said to himself, "I'm brave enough to use your name. Success and failure are all clouds. I just want these frogs in the well to understand the truth. I hope they will not be clumsy and belittle them."

It was also the silence around him, which made him feel a little unconfident.

I thought that after a poem was recited, I would have bursts of exclamations without saying the thunderous applause, right?

What does silence mean now?

Could it be that people in this world can’t even appreciate “beauty”?

But soon, Lan Chen realized that his imagination was too low or too humble.

The one who took the lead was Sun Fanfeng on the stage.

He stood up with excitement, and even the chair was bounced away, and rushed to Lan Chen in one step.

That look, like a bull, was a bit scary.

Lan Chen was puzzled and took a few steps back and bowed, "Head of the Sun family? Please point out the offense of the younger generation."

"Occurrence? No, no, no." Sun Fanfeng, who realized something, stopped and waved his hand and said, "I just want to ask you to read it again so that..."

"Come here! I'm serving you! Why don't you hurry up and ask your son Daming?"

"Ah? Lan Chen, I'm going down Lan Chen."

"Good reputation, good reputation! It is worthy of being the star Wenqu descending to earth, even his reputation is extraordinary! Then Mr. Lan will recite it again. I can let the servants, oh, no, I will come, I will write it down! Such poems will be remembered for generations!"

Looking at Sun Fanfeng who had a "big change of appearance", Lan Chen was amused and laughed, and was glad that they were not "blind people who were dark at night".

Chant it once, twice, three times.

Not only Sun Fanfeng, some of the young men in the audience picked up the cheat sheets, some were drawn on their clothes, and some were even eager to take out a knife and carve it on their bodies. Even Mo Yangyu kept muttering and repeating, trying to write it down.

If there are differences, it is Mr. Deng.

He didn't move or speak.

But the socket turned red inadvertently, and her pupils twitched slightly, and she was breathing with all her strength, as if she was pressing her down with all her strength, but she returned in vain. In the end, she could only sigh.

"Only the drinker keeps his name and will drink... Don't stop the glass, don't stop the glass! What a Lan Chen! I want to drink!"

Without thinking, Mr. Deng turned sideways and disappeared among the crowd, and rushed to the outside of the mansion to buy wine.

Sun Fanfeng was not so reserved. He directly called the servants to bring a small wine jar and started drinking it.

Different people have different feelings, but they also tend to have a drink without a glass. They feel melancholy and melancholy as if they are melted in wine. For the passion in their hearts, this world... seems too small.

"Good wine, good poems, Mr. Lan, it just so happens that our government has a 'Tingyu Pavilion'. Why not entrust this song to me and publish it?"

"That's a labor."

"Ha! If I could let the young master's 'Jiangjin wine' spread to other towns, or even to the capital, I would have done a great good deed. I wonder what the young master's signature is?"

"Xuzhou Lanchen."

"Xuzhou? Mr. Lan came from Xuzhou?"

“That’s right.”

"Xuzhou... Lan family!?" Sun Fanfeng suddenly widened his eyes, and after a moment of panic, it seemed to ease a lot. He paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking about something. "I remember that Xuzhou branch of Tingyu Pavilion has published several episodes, and the signature is also this. Could it be that you wrote it?"

"It's just below. Please give me some advice."

"The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying. In the future, no, you will be the Wenquxing descending to earth."

A whispering beside the Taiwan side, coincidentally, a few young men have read those few essay books, and the lines are full of admiration for Lan Chen.

This made Mo Yangyu anxious. He clenched his back alveolar and was furious.

He doesn't agree, really doesn't agree!

The poems like "It's time to drink" are not something that man can do!

Besides, Lan Chen was told by people around him that he needed to be vigilant. In addition, before he recited the poem, he was sarcastic...

It was embarrassing to Kunshan.

He looked at Mr. Deng in annoyance and said a little dissatisfied, "Old Deng, why didn't you say it earlier? I just said harsh words, alas! I'm so embarrassed!"

"Shame?" Mr. Deng sneered, "That's not that you are frivolous and proud and playboy. This is also a lesson."

"You! Why did you still speak for him? It was obvious that you asked me to pay more attention to him, but I didn't say that he had recited a good poem!"

"I didn't expect it." Mr. Deng laughed at himself. "I saw a strange feeling in him last night. Although he was a strange person, he was not like him. He just asked you not to be careless when you were in the martial arts test. I never thought he was a Wenqu star."

"Damn it... When the martial arts test is over, I will definitely teach him a lesson! No, there are two more literary tests next, haha, I have made sufficient preparations! Wait and see!"

Old Deng looked expressionless and drank the still hot flower wine. His half-closed eyes were full of disgust for Mo Yangyu.

Then when he looked at Lan Chen, he became a contemplation and carefully pondering, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his mind.

[Lan Mansion? Haha, I didn't expect to come to my door. It just so happened that I didn't want me to go to Xuzhou. Seeing that you were about to drink, I would definitely save your life.]

On the other side, Sun Fanfeng also looked at Mo Yangyu frequently, and his flashing eyes seemed to be thinking about something. In the end, he still felt unsatisfied, "Everyone, I don't think I need to declare the winner of this game."

"I just thought about the formation. There are two more literary tests to come later. One is writing a text, and the other is singular the beauty of Huadu. "

"But after seeing Wenquxing, I no longer want to read any words. I just feel that there is no word to surpass."

"I think you guys should have a general idea. It is better to stop at the literary test and rank directly in this ranking, and then we will enter the next 'martial examination'."

Chapter completed!