After a pause, Lan Chen raised his hand and closed the folding fan. He seemed to be enveloped in some kind of emotion, rising to the state of mind where the 'Poetry Immortal' had been.
I have all kinds of pride in my heart, but if I don’t spit it out, I won’t be happy!
“If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my gold has been 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, please listen to me.
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, and banter.
What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.
Five-flowered horse, golden fur,
Hu'er will exchange for fine wine and sell it with you..."
"Eternal sorrow!"
call......
After taking a long breath, Lan Chen suddenly felt as if something had been taken away from his body.
But this feeling of collapse did not feel strange. Instead, it gave him an indescribable sense of security, as if he had gained some great satisfaction deep in his soul.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my destiny by banishing the immortal." Lan Chen said to himself, "Juniors are brave enough to lend you your name. Success or failure is cloudy. I just want these frogs in the well to understand some things. I hope they will not be clumsy and make derogatory remarks.
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It was also the silence around him that made him feel a little unconfident.
I thought that after reciting a poem, not only thunderous applause, but also bursts of exclamations, right?
What does silence mean now?
Could it be that people in this world don’t even know how to appreciate ‘beauty’?
But soon, Lan Chen also realized that his imagination was too low, or he was too humble.
The first one to move was Sun Fanfeng on the stage.
He stood up with a cry of excitement, even his chair was bounced away, and he rushed to Lan Chen in one stride.
That look, charging like a bull, was a bit scary.
Lan Chen didn't know why, so he took a few steps back and said, "Master Sun, please point out the offense I made."
"Offended? No, no, no." Sun Fanfeng, who realized what he was doing, stopped his momentum and waved his hands, "I just want to ask you to read it again so that..."
"Here comes someone! I will serve you with pen and ink! Why don't you hurry up... Dare I ask the young master's name?"
"Ah? Lan Chen, I'm Lan Chen."
"Good name, good name! It's worthy of being a Wenquxing star. Even the name is extraordinary! Then Mr. Laolan will recite it again. I can let the servants, oh, no, I will come, I will come, I will write it down!"
Poems like this will be remembered for eternity!"
Seeing Sun Fanfeng's "dramatically changed appearance", Lan Chen couldn't help but laugh or cry, and was glad that they were not "blind people in the dark night".
Chant it once, twice, three times.
Not only Sun Fanfeng, some of the gentlemen in the audience picked up the cheat sheet, some traced it on their clothes, and one even wanted to take out a knife and carve it on his body. Even Mo Yangyu kept repeating it, trying to remember it.
Come down.
If there is anyone who is different, it is Mr. Deng.
He remained motionless and silent.
But the eyes were red inadvertently, the pupils were twitching slightly, and the breathing was rising and falling, as if they were pressing hard with all their strength, but in vain, and in the end there was only a sigh.
"As long as the drinker leaves his name, the wine will be served... Don't stop drinking, it's so good! What a blue morning! It makes me want to drink!"
Without thinking, Mr. Deng sidestepped, disappeared among the crowd, and ran out of his house to buy wine impatiently.
Sun Fanfeng was not so reserved. He directly asked his servants to bring him a small wine vat and started drinking.
Different people have different feelings, but they all tend to have the mentality of drinking a glass of nothing. All kinds of melancholy thoughts seem to melt into the wine. For the pride in their hearts, this world... seems too small.
"Good wine, good poetry, Mr. Lan. I happen to have a 'Tingyuge Pavilion' under my property. Why don't you entrust me with this song and publish it?"
"That's good work."
"Ha! If the young master's "Jiang Jinjiu" can be spread to other towns, even the capital, I will be doing a great good deed. I wonder what the young master's signature is?"
"Xuzhou Lanchen."
"Xuzhou? Mr. Lan is from Xuzhou?"
"Exactly."
"Xuzhou...Lan Sect!?" Sun Fanfeng's eyes suddenly widened. After a moment of panic, he seemed to have calmed down a lot. He paused briefly as if he was thinking about something, "I remember hearing that Xuzhou's division in Yuge
Ge, I have published several story books with the same signature, could it be written by you?"
"That's right. Please give me more advice."
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared. In the future, no, you will be Wenquxing descending to earth."
There were whispers around the stage. Coincidentally, there were actually a few young men who had read those story books, and their words were full of admiration for Lan Chen.
This made Mo Yangyu anxious. He clenched his teeth and glared at Lan Chen angrily.
He is dissatisfied, really dissatisfied!
Poems like "About to Enter the Wine" are beyond human power!
Moreover, Lan Chen was still told by those around him that he needed to be wary, and before he recited the poem, he even mocked her...
It was a shame and was thrown to Kunshan.
He looked at Mr. Deng in annoyance and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Mr. Deng, why didn't you tell me earlier? I just said harsh words. Oh! I'm so embarrassed!"
"Disgraceful?" Mr. Deng sneered. "That's not because you are frivolous and proud. This can be regarded as a lesson."
"You! Why did you help him talk? You obviously asked me to pay more attention to him, but you didn't say that he could recite a good poem!"
"I didn't expect that either." Mr. Deng laughed at himself. "When we met last night, I noticed something strange about him. Although he is a miraculous person, he is not the same. I just want you not to be careless until the martial arts test. No.
I once wanted to be a literary star."
"Damn it... When the martial arts test comes, I will definitely teach him a lesson! No, there are two literary tests next, hehe, I am fully prepared! Just wait and see!"
Mr. Deng had an expressionless face as he took a sip of the still-warm flower wine, his half-squinted eyes filled with disgust for Mo Yangyu.
Then when he looked at Lan Chen, it became a matter of speculation, and he studied it carefully, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his mind.
[Lan Mansion? Haha, I didn’t expect it to be delivered to my door by myself. Just in time, it saved me from running to Xuzhou. I will definitely spare your life for the sake of your chanting about the wine.]
On the other side, Sun Fanfeng also looked at Mo Yangyu frequently, his eyes flickering as if he was thinking about something, and finally he said, "Everyone, I don't think I need to announce the winner of this round."
"I have just been thinking about it, and there are two essay tests coming up. One is about writing an essay on the prefect's taxation matters, and the other is about praising the beauty of Huadu."
"But after meeting Wenquxing, I no longer want to read any words. I just feel that there is no word that can surpass it."
"I think you gentlemen should have a general idea. Why don't we stop the literary test and rank directly with this ranking, and then we move on to the next 'martial arts test'." This chapter has been completed!