Chapter 174: The World Bows Down to the Poetry and Brewmaster
After Su Ling said this, Xiao Sishu and Gu Buyi were even more confused and looked at each other.
Xiao Sixu asked in confusion: "Brother Su, what is hanging?"
Su Ling was drunk into a puddle. Fortunately, he was slumped on the white marble railing, leaning on it with his back, half sitting and half lying, and said in a daze: "You don't even know what hanging is? That's high technology, five kills." Destroy the super gods! Explode the bag and get the items!..."
As he spoke, his voice got quieter and quieter, and in the end he lost his voice altogether. He turned his face away, supported his head with one hand, leaned against the white marble railing, and stopped paying attention to the two brothers who looked confused.
Everyone was already excited. This poem seemed ordinary. Those thousands of lonely acrostic poems have already written all the loneliness in the world. This single hand can be remembered for eternity.
There were buzzing voices of heated discussion, and now almost everyone was discussing how high Su Ling's talent was. It could no longer be described as being too talented.
It’s amazing to be a heavenly being, this is so appropriate!
Xiao Yuanche's heart dropped to the ground. He took a peek at the shrunken Emperor Jin, Shen Jizhou and Kong Hechen, and saw that they all had gloomy faces and were holding their breath and silent.
He felt very happy in his heart. It seemed that after this poetry meeting, Su Ling would no longer be able to take the position of Commander Shi. This was fine. He had wronged him some time ago. This was considered compensation!
After a short heated discussion, everyone in the huge Longhuang stage was silent, with expressions of anticipation on their faces. They couldn't wait to hear Su Ling's fourth poem about the moon. How amazing is it? Absolutely gorgeous.
Some talented people from poor families have already clenched their fists and held their breath, for fear that if they were not careful, they would miss the famous sayings of the ages.
But after waiting for a long time, Su Ling just held his head with one hand, drunk and unseemly, and didn't see any movement.
Li Zhibai, Xiao Sishu and Gu Buyi looked at me and I looked at you with doubts on their faces.
The brush in Guo Baiyi's hand was dipped in Mo Lele three times, but Su Ling was not chanting. Guo Baiyi had no choice, so he stood up and walked slowly to Su Ling. Without taking a closer look, he whispered: "Su Brother Ling, have you not thought about the fourth poem yet?" After Guo Baiyi finished speaking, he saw that Su Ling was still in the same posture and did not answer. It was assumed that he drank too much and did not hear clearly. Said it loudly again.
As usual, Lidya Su still didn't respond at all.
Guo Baiyi was confused and looked at Su Ling's face carefully. When he saw that it was okay, Guo Baiyi suddenly looked dumbfounded and his eyes widened a lot.
Looking at Su Ling, he was already slumped on the table, holding his head in one hand, maintaining this posture, with his eyes closed, and fell into a deep sleep.
If you listen carefully, you can hear slight snoring.
Guo Baiyi secretly laughed and cursed, leaned close to Su Ling's ear and whispered his name: "Su Ling, brother Su, wake up, great poet Su, the poetry meeting is not over yet, why are you sleeping here?"
Even though Guo Baiyi's voice was indeed softer, even after shouting several times, Su Ling still couldn't wake up.
There was really no other way, so Guo Baiyi had no choice but to stretch out his hand to pull Su Ling's sleeves. The movement was too big, and those people in the audience who didn't know why could see the reason, and Su Ling's face was thrown into the grandma's house.
But the movement was too small. Su Ling was so sleepy that he couldn't be woken up no matter what.
Guo Baiyi pulled and pulled, in full view of everyone.
Everyone in the audience didn't know what was going on at first, but Guo Baiyi's tug was a little too long, and even the idiot knew it.
The much-anticipated, stunningly talented Su poet drank too much and fell asleep on the Longhuang Stage in front of everyone in the world!
The strange news of ancient and modern times has made everyone in an uproar.
Guo Baiyi had no choice but to listen to the roar of the crowd below, with many negative remarks against Su Ling. He felt anxious and had to pull Su Ling hard a few times.
Originally, Su Ling was sleeping with only one hand supporting his head, but with his strong pull, his head lost its support. His whole body completely broke away from the white marble railing, and he slipped down, leaning forward in a "big" shape.
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Lying upright on the table, still sleeping soundly, not affected at all.
Guo Baiyi spread his hands and looked at Xiao Sishu and Li Zhibai, but saw that they also looked helpless.
At this moment, a civil servant who was praising Emperor Jin suddenly stood up from the steps of the fourth and fifth grade civil servants, walked to the middle, kowtowed to Emperor Liu Duan of Jin, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Su Ling.
How bold! He was so drunk that he shouted in front of the Holy Emperor.
Sleeping, all manners have been lost, it seems that this fourth poem cannot be completed. Everyone Li explained that four poems can't be completed without even one, so in my opinion, he is just an alcoholic who is addicted to alcohol.
I beg you, Your Majesty, to remove this dishonorable person from Longhuang Terrace!"
Unexpectedly, Su Ling suddenly straightened his head, as if he had heard the words of this civil servant seriously. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced at this civil servant who was making fun of him.
Suddenly, he turned over and sat up, pointed at the place where the civil servant was, and yelled: "Fart! It's still a stinky fart! It's you who should get out, and your whole family should get out!..."
The civil servant's face was as straight as a purple sheep's liver, and he was trembling all over. He could only hold back one word for a long time and said: "You...you!..."
Su Ling looked like you're biting me, glanced at him and said: "If you can do poetry, come on, come up! I will give you a chance to show your face!"
The civil servant was so angry that he just wanted to go up at all costs. Suddenly he thought that he was really ignorant and incompetent. He was a fifth-grade civil servant because of the kindness of his ancestors. He went up by himself and couldn't read a single poem.
This time, his head suddenly felt cold, and he had to stand there not knowing what to do.
At this time, everyone in the Longhuang audience burst out laughing when they saw the civil servant's embarrassment.
The entire Longhuang Terrace was filled with a changed atmosphere.
Su Ling then said loudly and drunkenly: "Who said that I can't write poems? Not to mention that there is only one poem left, I can even make hundreds of poems..."
He suddenly bared his teeth in a smile, and then murmured in a low voice: "At worst, all I have to do is bring 300 Tang poems here. It's not that difficult! Although I definitely can't recite 300 poems, I am also a master of liberal arts after all."
Jin Emperor Liu Duan calmed down at this time. He secretly thought that Li Zhibai was probably out of control and had to rely on himself.
I am the Son of Heaven! I am the Supreme Being! If you don’t rely on yourself, who can you rely on?
Jin Emperor Liu Duan suddenly slapped the table and scolded in a deep voice: "Why are you laughing? Aren't you afraid that I will punish you for your misconduct?"
His sudden move took effect immediately.
Everyone in the audience lowered their heads and looked solemn.
On the other hand, Xiao Yuanche and Shen Jizhou both poured themselves a glass of wine while looking thoughtfully at Jin Emperor Liu Duan.
Liu Duan stopped the commotion and was speechless for a while, but he secretly started to argue in his heart.
This Su Ling is so drunk now, and even more so, he speaks rudely. In such a drunken state of mind, he definitely cannot compose the fourth poem!
Thinking of this, Liu Duanfang breathed a long sigh of relief, and in front of all the ministers and talented people, he confidently said to Su Ling on the Longhuang stage: "Su Ling, today is a grand gathering, I don't care about your drunken misconduct.
!But you can do the last poem and listen to it. If you can't do it or you don't do it well, don't blame me for being ungrateful. I will punish you and drive you out of Longtai Kyoto forever.
Don’t take another step forward!”
His last words came in a trembling voice.
Su Ling lay lazily on the table, as if he didn't care at all. He waved his hands twice randomly, and then whispered: "That's it! That's it! Just make the quilt, finish your work early and go home early to sleep!"
After saying this, Su Ling Fangkou recited the last poem about the moon like a dream:
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with my wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses will be too cold up there. I dance to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world?
Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, so why do we have to be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."
As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall was shocked, and everyone fell silent, completely impressed.
If there were still people who wanted to compete with Su Ling in the first few poems, after this poem came out, they even lost the courage to speak.
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. These few sentences alone have already written all the joys and sorrows of the human world, but they have given this matter a more grandeur in ancient times.
It is difficult to come to a complete conclusion, but in the end, I express my true feelings directly. We will live together for a long time.
What an ambition, what a generous spirit!
When Guo Baiyi finished writing, he suddenly thought of his senior brother. Every word he wrote, his senior brother walked towards him as gentle as jade.
I couldn't help but shed tears and couldn't hold myself back.
Li Zhibai also looked solemn and vicissitudes of life, looking up at the corner of Longhuang Terrace, his eyes blurred and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Everyone knows that when Su Ling's four poems came out, what they wrote could only be called limericks.
"Okay! Absolutely amazing! There is no one in the world with such heavenly talent as Su Caoyu!"
The audience burst into enthusiastic exclamations and cheers.
At this time, Jin Emperor Liu Duan could not sit still at all.
He originally wanted to kill Su Ling and Xiao Yuanche's momentum, but he never thought that Su Ling would come to the fullest and Shi Cai would crush everyone.
Only then did he think of Li Zhibai again, thinking that he had no choice but to look at Li Zhibai, hoping that he could take advantage of his emperor's power and do something secretly.
Li Zhibai was still thinking about Su Ling's poems, and murmured the words of Su Ling's last poem: "There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.
It’s so difficult to solve this problem in ancient times. I hope that we can live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart! Okay! Okay..."
Qi Shizhai observed his words and saw the appearance of Jin Emperor Liu Duan. He knew that Li Zhibai had become their last support, so he had no choice but to call him loudly.
He used his old male's voice and called Li Zhibai twice. Only then did Li Zhibai come back to his senses.
Seeing this, Qi Shizhai pretended to be pretentious and asked everyone present: "Everyone, do you dare to come up and compete with Su Ling?"
The old eunuch asked three times in a row, but everyone on the Longhuang stage was silent and no one answered.
Without him, he had to perform on the spot and write four exquisite poems in a very short period of time. Not only did he have to miss the title, but he also had to overpower Su Ling. Not to mention these people, even Li Zhibai, the Immortal of Poetry, could not do it.
Seeing no one answered, Qi Shizhai had no choice but to raise his head and ask Li Zhibai on the Longhuang Stage: "Li Zhibai, Mr. Li, what do you think of Su Ling's poem? You must give it a good review!" He deliberately emphasized the word "good".
The tone.
Li Zhibai was speechless for a long time, with a struggling and gloomy look on his face.
Li Zhibai, Li Zhibai, you are the Immortal of Poetry! Since you came of age, you have been traveling all over the world, determined to collect famous poems from all over the world, and create a collection of poems, essays and songs that will be famous throughout the ages. Now there is a person in front of you, whose fame and talent are all world-famous.
Unique, do you dare to admit it?
Li Zhibai's eyes were blurred, and he suddenly remembered that he once met an unfathomable old gentleman who once told him that as a scholar, you should have the world in mind, be a pure person who is worthy of heaven and earth, and don't be confused by the turmoil of the world.
True heart!
Li Zhibai, Li Zhibai, you are the poet-immortal in the eyes of the world. How about Emperor Jin? How can I suppress your pride!
Come on! Let the world see what the character of poetry banishes immortals!
His eyes suddenly became clear and firm. He flicked his sleeves and took a few steps forward, in front of the emperor and his relatives.
Also in front of the princes, generals and ministers, the civil and military officials of the dynasty, and the talented people from all over the world.
His face was solemn but unrepentant,
Li Zhibai's voice slowly echoed in the sky above the entire Longhuang Terrace, and everyone heard it truly and truly!
"Su Ling's poetry talent is unparalleled in the world, and I am not as good as me. If I were relegated to poetry as an immortal, Su Ling should be the poetry and wine immortal!"
As soon as a word is spoken, the backbone is proud and cold to the world!
"Good! What a poetry and wine wizard! The Lis are really all of us. We can stand up and support the rising stars. It's fair! It's fair!"
All the talented people, especially those from poor families, were full of excitement, joy and respect.
Emperor Jin and Qi Shizhai were stunned, and Li Zhibai's voice was like a bell, buzzing into their souls.
Qi Shizhai snorted angrily and stepped aside with a cold expression on his face.
Jin Emperor Liu Duan's face was livid, his body was slightly hunched forward, and he was staring at the drunk Su Ling and the upright Li Zhibai on the stage, unable to say a word.
But he didn't say anything and Su Ling won the contest. No one dared to say that the contest was over, and no one came on stage to compete.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became strangely silent and awkward.
Xiao Yuanche sighed in his heart and looked at the sky, but saw that the red wheel was about to fall to the west, and thought to himself.
The time is almost up, and this so-called Longhuang Poetry Meeting should come to an end!
But Xiao Yuanche slowly stood up with a calm expression on his face, and took two steps towards where Jin Emperor Liu Duan was sitting.
When Liu Duan saw him suddenly moving forward, his face tightened and he said in a trembling voice: "Sikong...Sikong, what do you want?"
But when Xiao Yuanche suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, he said: "Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. Su Ling just composed a few random poems after drinking. Just listen to it. In today's grand gathering, no one is first. This is the case in the literary world."
The weather is a great blessing to the Jin Dynasty!"
When everyone heard this, they all knelt down and shouted long live Jin Emperor Mountain!
But Xiao Yuanche stood in front facing the ministers with an indifferent expression, without any intention of dodging.