After seeing the flash of smile in Lu Heng's eyes, Ma Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling.
He knew that no matter how much he tried to quibble, it would be of no use.
This scholar obviously recognized himself.
only…
How did he see it?
Ma Qingyuan was shocked, his eyes were shining brightly, and he stared at Lu Heng in confusion.
"Sir, do you agree or not?" After receiving no reply for a long time, Kong Kanglian also lost her patience.
After taking a look at the scribe in white, Kong Kanglian asked impatiently.
If it doesn't work, just admit defeat quickly and glare at others for trying to push a bird. Oh no, saint, don't blame me. You are trying to push a ball!
After hearing Kong Kanglian's ultimatum, Ma Qingyuan also looked away from Lu Heng, turned his head, clasped his fists and said to Kong Kanglian: "Since Mr. Kong said so, then the student just obeys!"
Although he said this to Kong Kanglian with clasped fists, his eyes kept looking at Lu Heng. He hoped in his heart that Lu Heng agreed so quickly, just to force himself to be calm and to scare himself. However, when he saw Lu Heng's expression, he was still restless.
Change, even after hearing that he smiled slightly after agreeing, Ma Qingyuan's heart suddenly sank, and the bad feeling in his heart became heavier and heavier.
Today, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into trouble!
After Ma Qingyuan was suspicious for a long time, he finally sighed.
"Okay, since both of you have agreed, I will come up with a question!" After getting Ma Qingyuan's consent, Kong Kanglian nodded slightly, stroking his beard and said with a smile: "However, as the saying goes, poets are all drunkards...
"
Hearing Kong Kanglian's nonsense about all poets being drunkards, Lu Heng couldn't help but roll his eyes.
This......... is a fallacy!
Seeing Lu Heng's speechless look, Kong Kanglian laughed loudly and added: "Poetry and wine are not separate things. When I ask this question, it's still wine! But..."
Kong Kanglian looked at these two talented men who were facing each other, smiled, coughed and said, "However, before you compose poems, you two need to drink first!"
When she said this, Kong Kanglian had already asked her servants to prepare drinks. There were three full bowls. The amber liquid was golden in the bright lights. It was just like the poem that Lu Heng had just recited.
Likewise, the jade bowl contains amber light.
Seeing the two talented men, their expressions changed slightly. Kong Kanglian smiled, waved his hand, and said carelessly: "It doesn't matter, it's just three bowls of ten-year-old wine."
"Yes, yes, what my teacher said makes sense!" Mr. Dongfang still thought the matter was not serious enough, so he came over to join in the fun, nodded his head and said: "The poem must be a masterpiece if you are drunk! You two, you have to work hard! Haha!"
Seeing these two old men laughing unscrupulously, as if they were crematorium workers who were not seriously ill, Lu Heng shook his head depressedly and said with contempt in his heart, three bowls of ten-year-old wine, is that just?
I dare you not to drink it!
How many Wu Songs are there in the world who can kill these three bowls without falling over?
"Okay!" Just as he was looking down on the two old men, Ma Qingyuan on the side hesitated for a moment, suddenly burst out laughing and agreed readily.
Turning his head and smiling at Lu Heng, Ma Qingyuan casually took the bowl of aged wine from the wine tray, looked at Lu Heng, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing a hint of shock in Lu Heng's eyes, Ma Qingyuan felt greatly relieved and secretly let out a sigh of relief. This was the first time he saw Lu Heng's eyes change all night, and he felt proud and took over the second
bowl, and emptied it all in one go.
At this time, Lu Heng's eyes were no longer shocked, but dull.
Ma Qingyuan picked up the third bowl of wine, burped, and his eyes felt dizzy. Even so, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and drank the third bowl.
His body was swaying unsteadily, holding on to the pillar beside him, and the bowl in his hand almost fell.
"How! Haha!" Ma Qingyuan, who was drunk, finally became a lot cuter. At this time, he had crystal saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, much like a sleeping baby. What he said was also confusing and illogical.
"Ha, Lv Mou admires me!" Lu Heng's dull eyes disappeared inexplicably. He still had that calm and easy-going smile. Looking at Ma Qingyuan with such a calm gaze, Ma Qingyuan felt a sudden change in his heart.
"Since there is such a huge amount, brother, why don't you drink these three bowls together?" Lu Heng waved and asked the bartender to bring his three bowls over. He said to Ma Qingyuan seriously.
"You..." Ma Qingyuan was so excited by Lu Heng's shameless words that he almost vomited blood. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Lu Heng, his face full of anger.
"Mr. Kong, I, I object!" Seeing that the scholar looked determined to accept you, Ma Qingyuan quickly supported the pillar, turned around, and said to Kong Kanglian on the stage.
"This" Kong Kanglian looked at Lu Heng in embarrassment, with a look of helplessness: "Mr. Lu, I'm afraid this won't work!"
Lu Heng snorted, with a disappointed look on his face. After thinking about it, he raised his head, looked at Kong Kanglian and asked, "Is it really not possible?"
"Ahem, that's really not possible!" Kong Kanglian smiled, nodded and admitted.
"Okay then!" Lu Heng shrugged helplessly, beckoned, and asked the bartender to bring the wine back.
He picked up the wine bowl, looked at it with a frown, sighed slightly, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
After taking a sip, he felt a warm feeling in his stomach. Lu Heng took a long breath, savored the aroma of the wine, and couldn't help but praise: "It's really a good wine!"
Well…
Seeing Lu Heng drinking a bowl in one gulp, his expression unchanged. Kong Kanglian and others couldn't help but be stunned and looked at each other.
This guy...is pretending!
He was so good at drinking, and he just looked so scared. He was obviously pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. He was also deliberately trying to irritate the scribe in white.
After two bowls of wine, Lu Heng couldn't help but feel that the wine was overpowering him. The wine had a great aftertaste. When he first drank it, he felt sweet and refreshing. But after a while, after the wine was overflowing, his eyes became blurred.
Looking at the third night of wine in the waiter's hand, the amber wine was shining brightly and dazzlingly under the light. Lu Heng took the wine bowl, shook the wine in the bowl, and smiled slightly.
"The luminous cup of grape wine, I drink the pipa and immediately remind me: Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times!" He seemed to feel something in his heart, and he casually recited this poem, which was highly praised by later generations.
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Accompanied by the mellow aroma of the wine, such free and easy but helpless poems made everyone present remain calm. Looking at Lu Heng with a faint helpless smile on his face, they were in awe of the scholar's full talent.
, and felt sad in my heart. I don’t know why, making this scholar so sad, so fucking lonely!
Lu Heng raised his head and glanced at the unfamiliar costumes and unfamiliar faces. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and he let out a long sigh.
He raised his head, and the colorful lantern in front of him swayed slightly, showing a blur of colors in front of his eyes. He turned his head and took a look, and saw that Ma Qingyuan had been drunk, fell to the ground, and fell asleep.
.Lu Heng laughed dumbly.
After drinking the third glass of wine, the alcohol finally got to my head, and everything in front of me became less [real]. It was blurry, like in a dream.
Vaguely, he could see the astonished eyes of the students around him and the roar of praise coming from his ears. In a daze, Lu Heng seemed to have returned to the commendation meeting of the past, where countless dignitaries sitting down were praising him.
A scene from a planning project for a certain war.
Why,………,
With a long sigh, the scene in front of him became clear again, but it was still such a strange scene and strange faces.
It was so "true" that Lu Heng sighed deeply!
It feels like a lifetime ago!
"Yongzheng!" As I felt sad, a familiar voice came from behind me. It was so reassuring and so peaceful.
Hearing this, Lu Heng felt a slight warmth in his heart. He turned around and saw the door. Wu Ningyuan and Zhang Wenshan were standing at the door, looking at him in astonishment. However, it was more like looking at the empty wine bowl in his hand. He nodded.
, smiled slightly.
"Who asked him to drink?" Wu Ningyuan walked over, glanced at Kong Kanglian on the stage, and asked in a deep voice.
He knew that Lu Heng didn't like drinking. It wasn't because he didn't want to give people face, but every time he drank, this optimistic boy would always look particularly lonely. His dull look made him a close friend.
Wu Ningyuan was filled with emotion.
Therefore, from then on, Wu Ningyuan, who was a very good drinker, tried his best to control himself and never drank in front of the scholar, let alone urged him to drink.
Now, seeing Lu Henghe's body shaking, Wu Ningyuan felt angry. He raised his head and looked at Kong Kanglian on the stage with gloomy eyes.
Humph, so what about the great Confucian?
While Wu Ningyuan was talking, Zhang Wenshan had already helped Lu Heng sit down, and also casually took the wine bowl from Lu Heng's hand.
After putting the wine bowl aside, Zhang Wenshan supported Lu Heng, turned his head, and looked at Kong Kanglian who looked embarrassed on the stage, with a look of indifference in his eyes.
He knew the identity of Crown Prince Kong Kanglian and Tutor, and look at Lu Heng, who was about to become the Imperial Master.
Zhang Wenshan naturally thought of revenge.
"Huh, Kong Kanglian, forcing someone to do something difficult and avenging one's death is not what a gentleman does!" Zhang Wenshan carelessly rolled up his sleeves and stared at Kong Kanglian with a half-smile.
"Master Zhang, what do you mean by this?" After Kong Kanglian heard Zhang Wenshan's words about Sang and Huai, the unconvinced momentum in his heart also rose. Ali put his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and stared at Zhang Wenshan.
He originally wanted to go with Wu Ningyuan, but he thought that Wu Ningyuan was a royal nobleman and had an extremely hot temperament and was extremely difficult to deal with. After thinking about it in his mind, he decided to find a softer persimmon to squeeze.
"This is what I mean!" Wu Ningyuan snorted coldly and waved his hand.
A moment later, dozens of heavily armed soldiers rushed in.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty!" Seeing Wu Ningyuan trying to be serious, Kong Kanglian's face changed, and after taking a step back, she asked in a deep voice.
"Mr. Ning Yuan!" Just when Wu Ningyuan ordered Kong Kanglian to be arrested with a cold face, he held him down with one hand.
Turning around, he saw the drunken Lu Heng in front of him, looking at him with clear eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was really sincere.
Wu Ningyuan quickly supported him and frowned: "Why are you drinking like this?"
"Ha, it's okay!" Lu Heng shook his head and smiled. He raised his head and saw the pale-faced Kong Kanglian and others on the stage. Lu Heng smiled apologetically at them, then put his arm on Wu Ningyuan's shoulder and pointed at the people on the stage.
The four of them said with a smile: "Never mind their business!"
"Mr. Ning Yuan!" Lu Heng turned his head, looked at Wu Ningyuan with emotion, and said, the meaning behind his words was clear.
"Okay!" Wu Ningyuan nodded and waved his hand casually. The soldiers who rushed in put away their weapons and retreated.
"Thank you very much!" Lu Ping clasped his fists in gratitude.
"Stop talking!" Wu Ningyuan laughed loudly, pressed down Lu Heng's hand, shook his head and said: "In your words, does the relationship between you and me still need to be so open-minded?"
Seeing Wu Ningyuan laughing heartily, Lu Heng nodded and smiled, let go of Wu Ningyuan's shoulders, walked to the table with some unsteady steps, and filled another glass.
"Yongzheng," Zhang Wenshan, who was standing beside him, quickly stepped forward to snatch it. However, Lu Heng shook his head slightly and stopped him.
Looking down at the golden wine in the wine bowl in his hand, Lu Heng's heart was filled with friendship for a moment. With the feeling of relief in his heart, all worries disappeared.
Shaking the wine bowl, Lu Heng took a deep breath, with a relaxed smile on his face, and chanted leisurely: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return.
Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like a green silk curtain turned into snow.
If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my wealth has been spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
At this point in the recitation, Lu Heng raised the wine bowl in his hand with an extremely bold expression. He raised his head and laughed loudly. He turned his head and looked at the shocked Kong Kanglian on the stage. He smiled and invited: "Confucius, Ning Yuan Gong,
When you are about to drink wine, don’t stop drinking.
I sing a song with you, please listen to me.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not valuable at all. 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 and fights of wine and have a lot of fun.
What does the master say? If you have less money, it is up to you to sell it.
With five beautiful horses and a thousand gold fur, I will exchange it for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
"Let's banish the eternal sorrow with you!" Lu Heng laughed loudly and repeated the last sentence. After that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp!
This song will be drunk, igniting the enthusiasm in the hearts of everyone present. Whether they are frustrated or happy tonight, after hearing this free and uninhibited poem, they all feel a jitter in their hearts.
The students present stood up one after another, filled their wine glasses, laughed and drank freely.
"Haha, what a sentence that can help you eliminate eternal sorrow!" Wu Ningyuan was shocked for a moment, and finally came to his senses. He put his arm on Lu Heng's shoulder, laughed boldly, picked up the wine bowl, and looked at the side stroking his beard.
Zhang Wenshan, whose eyes were full of admiration, said: "Come on, come on, Wenshan, drink!"
It was like this in the audience, but Kong Kanglian on the stage looked erratically at the scholar who was clinking glasses with Wu Ningyuan and others.
My heart is like a turbulent sea, rolling continuously.
After a long time, Kong Kanglian let out a long sigh, took a step back, and bowed her hands to the already drunk scholar: I am convinced!