Li Mu said, and greeted everyone, saying, "It's a good time to open today. As the manager, I can't say without a word. Let's do it myself, and I will give you a jar of top scholars at each table. Everyone will be drunk and stop."

As Li Mu spoke, the waiter had already served wine for every table and served the wine glasses. A waiter also came beside Li Mu, holding a tray in his hand, and there were twelve glasses of wine on it. Li Mu picked up a wine glass and said, "I should have left the Imperial treasure, but since I have only been literate for three months and have not practiced calligraphy seriously. Forget this Imperial treasure, just recite it for everyone."

When everyone heard this, they were both angry and funny. A man who had just learned to read for three months wanted to write a poem in public. What a ridicule.

Li Mu glanced at Kong Yingda and said, "Kong Jijiu, in order to prevent everyone from thinking that I was asking someone to do it in advance, and asked Kong Jijiu to give a question. I improvised it to show my skills."

At this point, although Kong Yingda felt something was wrong, there was no reason not to ask questions. When he came to ask questions, it might be difficult for Li Mu to do something. If Li Mu set the questions himself, there would be no chance.

Kong Yingda saw the wine glass in Li Mu's hand, thought for a while, and said, "Since you have invited the wine, why not write a poem to persuade you to drink. If everyone thinks it is good, they will naturally drink it with you. If everyone thinks it is bad, don't blame me if you lose someone."

"It should be like this."

Li Mu asked to drink wine to give Kong Yingda a psychological hint. He is worthy of being the best assist to Kong Jijiu, and he really came as he thought.

Li Mu held the wine glass and walked slowly along the edge of the stage. One step, two steps, and the third step, he stood still, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said: "The Han Yuefu promoted the 18 songs of the song "The Ninth of the song ", "The Ninth of the song " is about to enter the wine". Since today is to encourage wine, I will show my ugly words and write a song ", ", ", "," for everyone."

Yuefu poetry was very popular in the Chen and Sui Dynasty because it can be played with music and catchy. The Tang Dynasty followed the Sui system, and there was almost no difference in ethics. Everyone present was officials, princes, nobles, and the old Yuefu title "Jiangjinjiu". None of them had never heard of it.

Relatively speaking, Yuefu poetry is more difficult than five-character or seven-character poems. Because it not only conforms to the rhyme, but also to the music score. Wang Ou has studied this. When he heard Li Mu write a Yuefu poem, his heart was raised to his throat. She was not afraid that Li Mu would not be able to do it, but she was afraid that Li Mu would not do it well. Because his attitude was very arrogant, if the poem was done in moderation, it would be better not to do it. If he didn't talk about others, Kong Yingda would definitely make a sarcasm.

Just when he was worried, Li Mu turned to the east and chanted: "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns."

He drank a glass, changed another glass, walked slowly, facing the north side, facing Li Shimin: "Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and gray hair is as white as black hair, and the morning is like snow in the evening."

Two lines of poetry and two glasses of wine, and the discussion came to an abrupt end. Just by the parallelism of these two lines, it was enough to be proud of everyone. The temporary proposition was improvised, and hundreds of people present dared to say that they could make these two lines of poetry.

Li Mu turned to the west and raised his glass to Wang Gui and others: "You must have fun in life, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

He looked at his family, but when he fell into Wang Ou's eyes, it seemed as if Li Mu was looking at him, and his heart suddenly thrilled.

"I was born with my talents and I will be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone."

As he said that, Li Mu looked at the guests on the first floor and took another cup: "It's fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you have to drink three hundred cups at a time!"

He respected Kong Yingda and Chen Danqiu: "Confucius, Danqiu is born, and you will drink wine, don't stop the glass."

The two of them were confused and actually raised their glasses to have a drink with Li Mu.

"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."

Li Mu returned to the high platform and continued loudly: "Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up after being drunk. Since ancient times, all sages are lonely, and only those who drink are left with their names."

Li Mu drank another glass and gave Wang Pu another one to him: "When King Chen was having a banquet for Pingle in the past, he had a lot of wine and was joking. Why did the young master say that he was a little money? He had to buy a drink with you? A five-color horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man was about to go out to exchange for fine wine, and he would be sold with you forever sorrow!"

"Same! Same! Same!" Wang Pu was so excited that he was incoherent that he raised his glass to drink with Li Mu, so he snatched the top scholar Hong on the table, signaled to Li Mu, and drank half a jar.

"Good poetry!" Wang Pu shouted loudly. Although he was a playboy, he had been a professor of Imperial College for several years and was very eager for poetry and prose. However, no matter how hard he tried, the poetry and prose he made could only be considered as the last and could not be on the table at all. Now seeing Li Mu chanting casually, it was a masterpiece of eternal singing, and his envy was beyond words. It was like a star-chasing family in later generations, and he wanted to roar to make a sound.

Wang Ou was similar. She looked at Li Mu, listened to his voice, and witnessed the birth of this song "About Wine" with her own eyes. She was so excited that her hands holding the window were trembling. She wanted to make friends with Li Mu at first because of his poems and essays. She kept saying that she wanted to discuss it, but she never got the chance. She even suspected that rumors might not be true, and Li Mu's literary talent is not necessarily as powerful as the legend.

But what I saw with my own eyes today is far beyond rumors. If "Write the Moon" that day was the peak of the world, then today's song "Walking in the Wine" would be like a god. Thinking of what happened these days, it can make people feel Li Mu's state of mind. When he recited this poem, his confidence, loneliness, and grief and anger of not meeting his talent, forced to resign, and the helplessness hidden deep in his heart, hoping to drown his sorrow with wine, are vividly revealed on paper.

But what Wang Ou admires the most was Li Mu's sentence, "I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone." Isn't this a true portrayal of him? Although he has a lofty ambitions, he can only be called a husband if he is such a man!

After Li Mu finished reciting, he put on a pose, glanced around and felt worried.

No, why is there no one applauding this other than Wang Pu? Is this poem not suitable enough? Or is Li Bai's Dafa ineffective? It shouldn't be either. It's not a few decades away, so should the aesthetics be consistent?

Suddenly, someone started to start, and the shouts came one after another, and soon they were connected. Li Mu then calmed down. It turned out that it was not bad, but it was too good. He scared all these people and reacted a little slower.

Li Mu threw away the wine glass in his hand, looked at Kong Yingda with a smile, and asked, "Can you drink another full glass of wine in Kong Ji?"

Although Kong Yingda was dissatisfied with his heart, he could not say badly about this poem against his conscience. He took a deep breath and said, "It's a good poem, I'm drinking."

Li Mu looked around and said proudly: "Do you know now what a genius is?"

"But don't take it too seriously. I have said a long time ago that poetry is just a little bit after all. I can write such poetry from now until tomorrow morning, which is not worth mentioning. But I will not write poetry here in the future. I am afraid that I will participate, and there will be no other poet in this heaven and earth!"

"You are too arrogant!"

"Huh?" Li Mu was busy enjoying the pleasure of showing off, and suddenly heard a disharmonious voice. Everyone also noticed it. They looked at the source of the sound and saw that it was Wei Yingluo. Many people secretly had some expectations. Wei Zheng's daughter must be not an ordinary person. If Li Mu could not get out of Taiwan, the excitement tonight would be considered as a pleasure.

Li Muxin had three hundred Tang poems, and was not at all panicked. He said leisurely: "Are you not convinced by the disciple's granddaughter? Then you can also write one. If you can defeat me, you will be considered powerful."

"I, I..." Wei Yingluo's face turned red and she stuttered a little: "I, I can't do it, but I don't think you can do it either, at least, at least not as you brag about it, you can do it at will."

"Ha! Don't believe it, right?" Li Mulian drank twelve glasses of wine, and the alcohol was a little overwhelmed and said, "Then you make a question, I will make a few more poems for you to see. But let's talk about it before, I can write poems, you have to pour wine for me. I am your master, and I won't pour wine, and I won't write poems!"

"Popular wine! Pour wine! Pour wine!"

Some people who watched the fun were not too big, so they started to make fun together upstairs and downstairs. They wanted to see Wei Yingluo's jokes, but also wanted to see Li Mu unable to write poems.

"If you pour wine, you won't lose any meat." Wei Yingluo muttered, poured a glass of wine for Li Mu, and said, "I don't have a question, so you can write another song. If you can also win the applause of the whole class, even if I said it wrong."

"Ha!" Li Mu smiled, and suddenly looked up and saw Bai Qiaoqiao. He was half awake. I was sober. I almost got into trouble. I teased the little girl in front of my wife. Can I still go to bed when I get home?

Li Mu's eyes rolled and said, "Since you don't make a title, I will write a poem for my wife to express my love. A poem "Qingping Dict" is presented to my wife."

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade hills, they would meet under the moon on the jade platform."

"Okay!"/"Okay!"

Upstairs and downstairs cheered in unison, Li Mu looked at Wei Yingluo and said, "Are you convinced?"

Wei Yingluo looked at Li Mu blankly. She really didn't expect that Li Mu would write poems so quickly and so easily.

Bai Qiaoqiao didn't expect Li Mu to suddenly write a poem for her. Although she didn't understand it very much, she also understood the general meaning. Seeing everyone's eyes, she was so embarrassed that she hid behind.

Both Li Zhien and Wang Ou showed envy. Li Zhien pursed his lips and plucked up the courage to shout, "Husband, you should write a song for me too, okay?"

"Ah?" Li Mu heard the voice and smiled, "Okay, let's have another song "Qingping Diary".

"A branch of red dew condenses fragrance, clouds and rains in Wushan are heartbroken. I would like to ask who is like the Han Palace, but the poor flying swallow leans on new makeup."

Li Mu was teasing Li Zhien. He was thinking about the matter of Yunyu all day long, and he was as resentful as Zhao Feiyan. Others didn't understand, but Li Zhien naturally understood. He looked at Li Mu with anger and resentment, and ran away.

Only Wang Ou was left. Although she didn't say anything, the expectation in her eyes seemed to be overflowing. Li Mu was worried in his heart, looked back at Li Shimin, and said, "A song is included, the same as "Qingping Diary"."
Chapter completed!