[034] Don't you see, the water of the Yang River is coming up from the sky!
"Boy Su."
Wen Daoyuan had a stern look on his face, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "You respect everyone, but you don't respect us. What's the matter? Look down on us two old guys?"
"that is."
Yin Dongqiu kept nodding his head, "It's useless for me to think that you are a good guy. I really misjudged you..."
These few words were spoken in a low voice, but when everyone reacted, they were all stunned.
Who spoke?
Wen Daoyuan, Yin Dongqiu.
Half Saint and Wuhou!
Although according to the dynastic system, the highest status is undoubtedly the prince Lu Chengjun.
But in terms of Confucianism or martial arts, Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu were far ahead of everyone present, and they were completely different.
When these two people speak, is it possible that they want to drink with Su Ping?
"……gentlemen."
Su Ping was silent for a moment, raised his wine glass high, and laughed loudly: "Su Ping is born late, thank you Master Wen, and Duke Dongqiu will appreciate you!"
"This is the right taste."
Yin Dongqiu laughed and drank it all in one gulp.
"I'll let you go this time."
Wen Daoyuan glanced at Su Ping reproachfully, and also drank a full glass.
Everyone was a little confused for a while.
Really drunk...
Wuhou Yin Dongqiu drank it, and half-sage Wen Daoyuan also drank it.
Okay, I'm just being narrow-minded.
Isn’t it just a glass of wine?
Even if there is a mismatch in status, it is still a happy event for the family, and a glass of wine is not too much.
Look at Wen Doyuan and Yin Dongqiu.
He is worthy of being a Half-Saint and worthy of being a Marquis of Wu.
The volume of energy is great.
While everyone was deep in thought, Wen Daoyuan turned around slightly and said loudly: "No matter what else, at least today is Su Xiaozi's big day. No matter how many reasons there are, what's the point of drinking him a glass of wedding wine?"
this……
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
They never expected that Wen Daoyuan not only drank with Su Ping, but also spoke for Su Ping.
How to do it?
The Semi-Saint has spoken, do you want to give me this face?
A group of dignitaries looked at each other, as if they were all waiting for the first person to respond to the semi-saint.
Just when everyone was hesitating,
Su Ping suddenly smiled and said loudly: "Your Highness just said that drinking is for fun. How about this, how about I compose a poem to cheer you up?"
Composing poetry?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their expressions turned playful.
Poetry has never flourished in Zhongzhou since ancient times. There are only a handful of masterpieces from all dynasties combined.
Especially the territory where Daqing is located, being sandwiched between the other two countries and the barbarians, is even more miserable.
Under such circumstances, if scholars want to survive in troubled times, or even live well, they have to work hard to improve their Confucianism and Taoism.
As long as you can enter the court and become an official, or become a great scholar, your survival will be guaranteed.
That is to say, more than ten years ago, the troubles of the barbarians were somewhat relieved, and scholars had the leisure to recite poems and write poems.
However, poetry is not just written.
Even a mediocre poem needs time to be polished over and over again.
How could Su Ping, a man who had to rely on donations to become a supervisor, be accomplished in poetry?
What's more, it looks like he is still writing poetry on the spot.
But, this is fine.
If the poem is not good, I must be too embarrassed to mention drinking again.
"Everyone."
Prince Jun suddenly spoke and said with a smile: "Since the groom has spoken, why not give him a chance?"
"Your Highness is benevolent."
"That's fine, let's wait for the bridegroom's official work."
"..."
As the most distinguished person in the room, when Prince Jun spoke, naturally no one refuted it.
Soon, a separate bookcase was carried to Su Ping, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on it.
Tang Yuan was about to step forward to study the ink, but was overtaken by another person.
"Boy, hold on tight."
Wen Daoyuan held on to the ink stick with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
Regarding Su Ping, he only knew that he had a photographic memory and a thorough understanding of the saint's teachings.
As for poetic talent, I have never thought about it before.
He wanted to see if Su Ping was really an all-rounder in Confucianism and Taoism.
Yin Dongqiu also came to join in the fun, unfolding the white deer paper on the case and smoothing it out.
Gratitude flashed across Su Ping's face, he nodded to the two bosses, and then closed his eyes.
It's normal to think before composing a poem, but people don't care about it.
But...the Half-Saint studied ink, and the Marquis Wu used paper?
I'm afraid Emperor Yongtai has never enjoyed this kind of treatment, right?
There was silence in the entire banquet hall, everyone was watching this scene quietly.
The moment Su Ping closed his eyes, Wen Daoyuan seemed to sense something. His eyes that had been squinted all year round suddenly opened and he stared at Su Ping.
"What's wrong?"
Yin Dongqiu looked at Wen Daoyuan and then at Su Ping, "He is your long-lost son?"
Wen Daoyuan was disturbed, and the strange feeling just now disappeared. He suddenly said dissatisfied: "You are quite nice, but you have a big mouth."
"You just have a mouth. No, what happened to me?"
Yin Dongqiu's eyes widened and he was unconvinced.
"Don't make any noise."
Wen Daoyuan's expression became more serious.
Although he didn't know if it was an illusion just now, he could conclude that Su Ping had entered a very strange state and it was best not to disturb him.
He guessed correctly.
The moment Su Ping closed his eyes, his consciousness came to the mist space.
Looking at the Sacred Heart Pen, which was as white as bones but had the luster of jade, Su Ping felt calm in his heart.
After this period of reading books, the fog around the Sacred Heart Pen has become much thinner.
It is estimated that in another ten days, the lockdown will be completely lifted.
But Su Ping decided not to wait.
A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to come.
Now is definitely not the best time.
But he never considered himself a gentleman!
The next moment, talent comes into your head!
Wow~
There was a sound of pages turning.
Thousands of different books were suddenly projected into the mist space and spread out one by one in front of Su Ping.
Su Ping gathered his attention and started reading carefully.
One, two, three...
Whenever he finished reading a book, the corresponding projected image would disappear, and the mist hovering around the Sacred Heart Pen would become shallower and his talent stronger.
Time passes slowly.
Until Wen Daoyuan finished polishing the ink, Su Ping still didn't open his eyes.
Everyone suddenly felt that he was too rude and couldn't help but whisper.
"How long will he want to think about this?"
"If it doesn't work, forget it. If you can't write it, it's normal. It's not a shame."
"Is it possible to write poetry if you want to?"
"..."
The Ninth Prince spoke at the right time, showing his royal demeanor: "Poems are inherently obscure and profound. I think Su Ping will definitely produce a masterpiece. Please wait patiently."
"Your Highness is benevolent."
"Speaking of which, at the Lantern Festival Poetry Competition last year, His Highness's song "Ode to the Yang River" won the first place. I wonder when His Highness will be able to produce another masterpiece?"
"Even His Highness's poems have to be polished over and over again. Can Su Ping be able to compose a quick poem on the spot?"
"Don't be anxious, everyone. Since His Highness has spoken, it doesn't matter if we just wait for an hour."
"That makes sense."
"..."
"No need."
Amidst the noise, a clear voice sounded.
Su Ping slowly opened his eyes.
The light in his eyes flickered, as if there were stars hanging upside down.
"Excuse me for waiting."
Su Ping smiled casually, raised his head and drank most of the full pot of wine.
The next moment, the pen fell with surprise.
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yang River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!"