After leaving the house, Liu Mingqi felt a little dizzy.

No matter how bad his alcohol content is, it is only a person who needs a few taels of white wine to pour it. Moreover, it must be a modern high-quality white wine, not an ancient fermented fruit wine.

I often watch movies and TV. The ancients always drink one bowl after another. The most famous one is the story of Wu Song killing a tiger with bare hands on Jingyanggang after eighteen bowls of wine.

I won’t tell the truth about the story, but at least in that era people knew whether eighteen bowls of wine could make a strong man.

Therefore, this kind of wine cannot be a high-level liquor, not to mention sixty degrees, fifty-two degrees, or forty-two degrees or thirty-eight degrees.

Wine that has not been processed through modern technology is at best the degree of beer, and often it has not yet been.

Therefore, if you understand Wu Song as drinking eighteen bowls of beer and then killing the tiger, do you think it is easier to understand?

However, Wu Song drank the bottle with a scent of the bottle, which was already considered a high-end good wine, and the degree was still a bit high. If he were to be replaced elsewhere, he might be even lower.

The wine that Liu Mingqi drank today was the wine that literati and scholars drank, sour and sweet, with a hint of fermentation.

It is logical that a pot of wine should not be drunk at all by about half a pound of wine, but because it was not handled well enough, Liu Mingqi was not used to drinking it and poured so much in one breath, so she looked dizzy.

Dazhu stood in front of the carriage at the door, and saw this and quickly supported him, "Criminal, what's wrong?"

"I'm a little drunk." With his support, Liu Mingqi got on the carriage and leaned on it, saying, "Let's go back to the house first."

"yes."

As the big pillar agreed, the carriage slowly started.

The bumpy road feels so irresistible that Liu Mingqi can't even sleep.

Then he remembered the "Asking to Drink" just now, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These slaughter people didn't want to make such a big fuss. After all, "Jiangjinjiu" is the power of the ultimate weapon. Once it explodes, it will definitely be the kind that no one survives.

But since you are seeking death, you won’t blame me.

I don't care whether those among you will never dare to write poems in your life.

Being able to see the super classics of poetry immortals is also a blessing for you throughout your life.

Of course, the boy also had some regrets.

He couldn't help but feel ashamed and regretful when he did not follow the original work of the Poetry Immortal.

For example, "Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, don't stop the glass when you are about to drink." Liu Mingqi directly changed to "Qiu Jia, Liu Mingjing, don't stop the glass when you are about to drink."

Although it doesn't matter if you change the name, these people don't know it, but the problem is that they have pulled these two people into the poems that have been passed down through the ages, but they have not gained any benefits. It's a bit of a failure.

This is also impossible. You can’t add Liu Minghua’s name, right?

Liu Mingqi would rather add a dog's name than add him.

So when I think about it this way, I can accept it.

In addition, "King Chen had a banquet for Pingle in the past" is about King Chen Cao Zhi having a banquet for guests in Pingle Park. In this world, there is not even Cao Aman. Where does he come from the son of Wenzong who has been passed down through the ages? Where does Pingle Park come from?

Therefore, Liu Mingqi could only barely change it to "The Sage King Yan Xiaolou when he was in the past", and he could barely get through it.

But after imposing the entry, he felt a little sorry for the poet Li Dada.

Fortunately, there is also the Yellow River in this world, otherwise the first sentence "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns." It would be a serious sin.

...

The flowers bloom at both ends, each with one branch.

Liu Mingqi left after pretending to compete here. The group of people left on the second floor of the Burial Flower Building took a long time to come back from the excitement.

What brought them back to their senses was actually Liu Minghua's roar of "Liu Mingqi was plagiarized".

Tanhua Lang Li Jingkuan expressed his dissatisfaction first. He suddenly stood up and pointed at Liu Minghua and said, "Madman! How dare you insult Your Highness Prince Yu so much? It is the honor of all of us to see the birth of this great poem that will be sung throughout the ages. How can you let nonsense here?"

Liu Minghua was just yelling like anger, but when he saw someone dared to scold him, he immediately became embarrassed: "You are so bold! Who gave you the courage to scold a Duke? You are disrespectful!"

"Duke Lu's words are wrong." Hanlin Academy's reviewer Shang Pu stood up, "Brother Li Nian is not disrespectful to you, but is explaining a fact. Besides, you insulted Prince Yu first. Such disrespect should fall on you first."

"yes."

Chen Qinlie was a little yin and yin. He seemed to mutter: "Some people, they can't do it themselves, but they don't allow others to be better than him... When encountering the everlasting quatrain, I'm afraid he's crazy jealous? Why not me? Why not me?"

"Puchi"

Qiu Xiang originally had a light frown, but when he heard Chen Qinlie say this, he couldn't help laughing immediately.

That bright smile, like the sun that pushes away the dark clouds, makes people feel warm and happy in their hearts instantly.

Originally, Liu Minghua also liked Qiu Xiang's smile very much, but now he felt ashamed and angry.

Looking at a group of scholars who looked at him with contempt, as well as the nobles and royal family members who looked disgusted beside him, Liu Minghua could no longer stay there. After getting up, he pushed the door and escaped from this embarrassing person without saying a word.

"It's OK, it's OK." Chen Qinlie didn't take him seriously at all and said with a smile: "As for Prince Yu's masterpiece, if such a person is present, wouldn't it be equivalent to an extra fly?"

"Brother Chen, be careful of your words, be careful of your words." He Xijun, who had not spoken just now, quickly reminded him a few words.

Chen Qinlie disagreed, but Qiu Xiang took the opportunity to change the topic, "Editor Li, you have an amazing memory. I wonder if you have recorded all the poems written by Prince Yu just now?"

"Of course." Li Jingkuan said, "I can remember every word clearly with such an eternal masterpiece... 'Qiu, Liu Mingjing, don't stop the glass'... Haha, two, I really envy you. You can actually leave your name in your poems and spread it to the ages!"

Everyone couldn't help but nod.

Neither Qiu Xiang nor Liu Mingjing did anything, and Liu Mingqi wrote it into the poem directly.

From then on, anyone who reads this poem will understand who this Qiu is and who Liu Mingjing is. Isn’t this indirectly letting them do nothing and be remembered forever?

This is also the important reason why people have never doubted that Liu Mingqi was copying or pretending to be compared with poems written by others.

You can tell at a glance that this is purely created on site!

Thinking of Prince Yu's bold and unruly appearance just now, everyone was filled with admiration.

"Then please ask Editor Li to write down this poem, and then let's read it and appreciate it together!" Qiu Xiang stood up and suggested.

"good!"

Li Jingkuan was not polite, so he stepped forward and knelt on Qiu Xiang's small table just now. Qiu Xiang personally grinds the paper for him, and wrote it down.

"I think I have read poetry and books, and I have written some poems, and I have been encouraged and praised by everyone, and I am a little complacent." A Confucian scholar said next to him, "I only realized today that what is a frog in a well? Compared with this poem by His Royal Highness, what is the difference between me and a boy who is uninspired?"

"Brother, don't belittle yourself." Someone here comforted him, "This poem itself has been passed down through the ages. It is normal for us ordinary people to compare with it."

"Haha, I have to thank Duke Lu for saying that." Chen Qinlie smiled, "If he hadn't inspired him, how could Prince Yu have made such an eternal masterpiece?"

"It's extreme, it's extreme!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, Li Jingkuan had already written the poem and two maids unfolded the paper more than one meter long.

Li Jingkuan's cursive writing is very good, but at this time everyone's attention is on the poems, and he ignores his passionate superb works.

Li Jingkuan didn't care. He sat cross-legged in his position and recited loudly: "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky..."

Originally he was the only one, but immediately, several Confucian scholars followed him and eventually developed into everyone, including Qiu Xiang, who recited loudly.

"A horse with a thousand gold fur, I'll send you a good wine to exchange for it, and I will be sold to you forever sorrow!"

After reading a poem, even though everyone had heard it once before, they were still full of excitement, as if a passion was about to gush out from their hearts.

"Wonderful! Great!!"

Li Jingkuan, who is the most bold, patted the small table in front of him and said, "I often think that life is just like this. I study step by step, become an official step by step, and wait until I was 60 or 70 years old to retire and return home, enjoy my grandchildren, and live this ordinary and helpless life.

As a result, I never expected that there would be people like Prince Yu in the world! People had said that Prince Yu was enlightened by the gods, but I still sneered at it. Now I know that it is me who should be ridiculed! I really don’t understand what a genius is!

After witnessing the birth of such a poem, I, Li Jingkuan, will never be in vain in my life! God treats me well, I am very lucky! I celebrate it!"

Others wanted to express their feelings too.

But when he heard Li Jingkuan's emotional speech, he immediately felt that he had represented everyone's voice.

"It's a pity that I don't know what the name of this poem is." He Xijun suddenly remembered an important thing.

Qiu Xiang laughed at the sound of this, "Qiu Xiang wants to thank Editor He here! You just gave me a chance to invite Prince Yu to come to the Hualou Building again."

Her face was filled with cheering expressions, and she was obviously happy that she could meet Liu Mingqi again.

But surprisingly, this time no one was jealous again.

In front of Liu Mingqi's poem that has been sung through the ages, all those who like poetry must bow their heads and surrender.

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