Chapter 222 One hundred poems about drinking wine

Only Guo Baokun in the whole hall can understand Fan Xian's mood at this moment, and know why he is so sad and missing, and why he is so calm and calm. Guo Baokun looked at the laughing people in the hall, and did not make any move to stop him.

I know that just after tomorrow night, those sarcasms and ridicules will be replaced by shock and admiration. No one will laugh at Fan Xian because of his poems, or even dare to have such thoughts.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xian is full of ridiculous words, and he is clearly deceiving the emperor. Please punish Fan Xian for the crime of disrespect, remove him from his official position, drive him out of the capital, and send him to the frontier!" At that time, the officials arranged by the eldest princess had already couldn't bear it.

After a while, he read a copy of Fan Xian's book before asking Qing Emperor to punish Fan Xian so that Fan Xian would never stand up again.

Emperor Qing glanced at the official and realized that the eldest princess Li Yunrui was behind the incident, so he didn't say a word and looked at Fan Xian silently, wanting to see how Fan Xian would respond.

He knew that if Fan Xian had not been confident, he would never have behaved like this without any trace of nervousness or fear.

Fan Xian glanced at the official with disdain, ignored him, and turned to face Zhuang Mohan. There was a high sense of alienation and pride in his voice, "How many unknown poems does the Master have?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't know why Fan Xian asked this question, but he said firmly: "This is the only one, there will be no other legacy!"

Fan Xian laughed loudly, so unbridled and free, he threw the wine glass in his lap, picked up the wine jar where Zhuang Mohan's desk was, and shouted loudly: "Bring me the pen and ink!"

Eunuch Hou bowed down to ask for permission and looked at Emperor Qing. Emperor Qing was overjoyed, his eyes slightly lowered, and he hid the joy in his eyes. He nodded at Eunuch Hou silently, and Eunuch Hou waved his leg to signal to his side.

The little waiter went to prepare pen, ink and paper.

Eunuch Hou picked up the four treasures of the study prepared by the young foreign servant, walked out from behind Emperor Qing in a few steps, came to Fan Xian's side, and said respectfully, "Sir, Mr. Fan, I am willing to transcribe and copy poems for me. I would like to ask Mr. Xielu to help me."

Show off your charm as a son of Qingguo, and don’t ask for people from other countries to laugh at you!”

Although the Hou Eunuch was not a foreign official, he still had the passion and enthusiasm of a son of the Qing Dynasty, so he was a little excited. It was considered rude in front of Emperor Qing. He took it upon himself to be a boy for Fan Xian. After all, did he know whether Fan Xian

The calligraphy on Xian's legs is really shameful, so he volunteered to support Fan Xian. He didn't want to see the chubby look of Eunuch Hou. As a waiter around Emperor Qing, he was also a hard-working and knowledgeable person. He had been studying since he was a child.

I accompanied Emperor Qing to study in the palace and practiced calligraphy diligently. If it were not for his status, he would have gained fame in the imperial examination.

Fan Xian glanced at Eunuch Hou, who rarely showed heroic spirit. In Fan Xian's impression, the people around Emperor Qing would always bow their bodies and live cautiously. When he did not raise his head, Mingyue held his head high.

With his chest held high, although he was not a disabled person, he was still full of pride as a man from the Qing Kingdom. Fan Xian raised the wine jar, poured the wine into his mouth, took a sip, and nodded his head.

At this time, Fan Xian might really be drunk. His spirit drifted outside his body. He seemed to see the saints and sages in the five thousand years of splendid civilization. Deep loneliness surrounded him. He was more lonely than those in front of him.

Emperor Qing is even more lonely. Is the emperor too high up to be in the cold? Is the whole world awake? He is drunk alone. Everything in that world is intertwined with everything in this world. Fan Xian can no longer tell which one is a dream and which one is not.

Reality?

Fan Xian continued to drink with drunken eyes. Eunuch Hou raised his head and stared at Fan Xian. Without any hint of urging, he quietly studied the ink and carefully laid out the paper. There was not a trace of wrinkles. Every move was smooth and flowing. How could it be so?

The state of mind developed by serving Emperor Qing for ten years is like one month, and it is peaceful and tranquil.

Fan Xian remembered that Li Taihong had three thousand poems about drinking wine in the past, but he did not expect that he would study in the bright moon to learn from the sages. He looked at the promiscuous scholar drinking wine and dancing with swords in the sky, and shouted loudly, as if the two of them were gradually overlapping.

Together, Fan Xian couldn't tell who he was, and a clear voice sounded in the hall:

I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky, and it flows to the sea never to return.

Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad red hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.

If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle be empty and miss the moon.

He is born with talents that will be useful, and he will come back soon after all his money 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 Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.

I sing a song with you and ask you to listen to it.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.

In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights of wine and banter.

What does the master mean when he says he has less money? It is up to you to make the wrong decision.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine.

Together with you, we will sell off all the sorrows of eternity.”

“Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade dishes cost ten thousand coins.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks to eat, I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

When I was free, I was fishing in the Bixi River, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the moon.

The journey is difficult! The journey is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where is Ming'an?

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea."

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One after another popular poems continued to come out of Fan Xian's mouth. One poem after another, one drink after another, the passion did not diminish, and the poems continued. Everyone was shocked. Everyone stopped drinking and throwing chopsticks, stood up and looked at Fan Xian in the field.

At leisure, Zhuang Mohan had already completely abandoned his previous plans, savoring each poem carefully, stroking his beard with his legs, nodding frequently, closing his eyes tightly, as if drinking fine wine, he was already drunk

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There was Guo Baokun holding a wine glass and chopsticks, writing poems to accompany the meal, and enjoying himself and Fan Xian to understand loneliness and loneliness.

Guo Baokun took a sip of wine, picked up a chopstick of beef with sauce, put it into his mouth, chewed it hard, and was incompatible with the frenzied atmosphere around him. Fan Xian was thinking about his past life, thinking about going back to that Yue Siye night every moment.

The world that I dream of, but I am just the opposite. I can leave that world with many concerns at any time and return to that prosperous world. Different situations, the same state of mind, loneliness and loneliness surround Guo Baokun and Fan Xian.

As for the people watching the excitement, how can they know the sadness in their hearts? The more enthusiastic they are, the lonelier they feel in Guo Baokun and Fan Xian's hearts, and the farther they are from each other, as if they are separated by a Milky Way.

Fan Xian didn't know how much he drank, but he just looked at the people in the sky. There were literati who cared about the country and the people, generals who wore armor and fought bloody battles, beauties who conquered the country, and even emperors who scolded Fang Qiu.

Everyone nodded and toasted to him. Fan Xian raised the wine jar and kept pouring the wine, swallowing it in large gulps. The wine kept spilling from the corners of his mouth. The flowing wine wetted his clothes, making Fan Xian look unruly.

It was extremely disrespectful, but at this moment, no one dared to disrespect Mr. Fan Xian again. Instead, they looked at Fan Xian with reverent eyes.
Chapter completed!