Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Xiao Shen and Lu Chengqing are now more certain that Guo Ye is just pretending to be a ghost, playing tricks, trying to hide his embarrassment for not being able to compose a poem.

Even Changsun Chong, Yu Nuannuan, You Ji and others couldn't help but wonder, what exactly does Guo Ye want?

Looking at Li Tai again, a big pimple had formed between his brows, and he was deeply dissatisfied with Guo Ye's behavior.

Only Princess Wencheng was always smiling, and at the end she couldn't help applauding, praising: "Longxi Guoye is truly well-deserved of his reputation. No wonder the father of my palace, who is on the battlefield, is suffocating in his hands. Just rush to this With the demeanor of a frivolous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, my father was not wronged! Interesting, really interesting! Brother Wang, what do you think?"

Hearing that Princess Wencheng actually praised Guo Ye, Li Tai said depressedly, this is a fucking bastard, how about you, Miss Huang?

However, it was not easy for him to refute Princess Wencheng's face. He nodded slightly and gave a far-fetched smile. Burning knives, remember, take ten altars, so that although the wine is strong, Mr. Guo thinks it is too little, and I will be stingy."

It could be heard that Li Tai's dissatisfaction with Guo Ye could not be increased, and even Guo Ye's delay and excuses were blocked by Ya.

After a while, ten servants each brought ten altars of burning knives, lined up neatly in a row, and placed them in front of Guo Ye.

Guo Ye rolled up his sleeves, picked up a jar of burning knives and opened the mud seal by himself, and gulped his mouth again. He drank in a hurry and gulped, and the wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth from time to time, wet the front of his clothes .

When he was almost drunk, Guo Ye threw the wine jar casually again, and smashed the wine jar on the open space beside him with a bang.

hum~

Seeing this, everyone was immediately annoyed, what kind of tricks are they going to do this time?

but,

Guo Ye didn't make trouble this time, but wiped the wine stains on his mouth with his sleeves, laughed wildly, and praised: "Good wine, good wine, strong and mellow, His Royal Highness King Wei is not stingy this time, and is open enough!"

Li Tai was slightly angry in his heart, your mother, when did this king ever be stingy?

Immediately, he asked with some displeasure: "Guo Ye, the time for a stick of incense is coming soon, can you write a poem? If not, then the king will sentence Xiao..."

"Stop!"

Guo Ye waved his hand and laughed maniacally: "How can there be no good poems after drinking good wine? Come here, come here, hahahaha..."

After laughing wildly, he stood proudly between the heaven and the earth, his aura was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, and he scanned all the people watching the battle present.

There was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes, and a strong talent and rebelliousness.

At this time, Chen Kang, who had never spoken to Guo Ye and had no eye contact, suddenly jumped out of the crowd and shouted generously:

"Brother Guo, if you don't give up, Zhongda is willing to record poems for Brother Guo."

When Guo Ye heard about it, he was clever in his heart, saying that it is easy to add flowers to the cake, but it is difficult to give charcoal in the snow.Chen Zhongda's ability to jump out at this time to give himself a strong momentum is really the demeanor of a gentleman who can send charcoal in a timely manner.

Immediately, he also cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Since Brother Zhongda is not afraid that my younger brother's poem will stain your ears, of course it is what you wish for, hahaha."

As soon as the words fell, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "If someone writes, how can no one study the ink? Let a certain family be a little book boy today, how about it?"

It was Chang Sun Chong who stepped forward and stood beside Chen Zhongda.

Suddenly, Guo Ye was inexplicably grateful, and once again cupped his hands at Changsun Chong, and praised: "Brother Changsun shows love, but younger brother is disrespectful."

"Come on, prepare the desk!"

"Come here, offer me pen and ink!"

……

Chang Sun Chong started to grind the sleeve with one hand, while Chen Zhongda held the pen firmly and everything was ready.

Guo Ye smiled at the two of them, and they looked at each other again, as if they were both cute because of their frivolous Meng Lang, and they burst out laughing.

For a while, all the people standing and watching the battle in the entire garden became silent, and there was an indescribable sense of tragedy in the silent atmosphere.

All of a sudden, there was no sound, Guo Ye took another jar of wine, drank three or five mouthfuls, hiccupped, and chanted in a low and deep voice:

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning;

Don't you see Gaotangmingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like a blue silk and snow is at dusk.

You must be happy in life, don’t make the golden bottle empty to the moon,

I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone,

Cooking and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups. "

Guo Ye sang so far, stumbled to the desk of Zhang Sun Chong and Chen Shuda, looked at the two with blurred eyes, raised the wine jar to signal the two to have a drink, then laughed wildly, and sang:

"Jun Changsun, brother Zhong Da, you are about to drink, don't stop.

A song with Junge, please listen to it for me,

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What does the master say is less money, and he has to sell it to the king for discretion.

Five-colored horses, thousands of gold furs, Hu'er will exchange for wine,

Sell ​​the eternal sorrow with you. "

A piece of Li Bai's "Jiangjinjiu" came out of Guo Ye's mouth in a cadence, reciting to the end, flowing like clouds and flowing water without any stagnation in the middle.

After reading, he hiccupped again, shook the wine jar in his hand and laughed wildly: "Quick, quick, it's time to understand!"

Gudong, Gudong Gudong...

At this time, the whole garden was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, only Guo Yeniu was drinking and drinking.

……

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"Walk away the eternal sorrow with me? How heroic?"

Chang Sun Chong finished reciting the last sentence with a moved face, and the grinding movement of his hands stopped abruptly.

"Let's dispel the eternal sorrows with you! This poem is unsurpassed in the past and the past and the present. Only when it is recorded in the classics and passed down through the ages can it be worthy of humiliation."

Chen Zhongda tried his best to resist the trembling of the hand holding the pen, and just finished writing the last word, and just looked at Guo Ye with a shocked face.

Not only the two of them, but Wei Wangtai in the pavilion, Princess Wencheng, everyone standing quietly in the garden, even Xiao Shen and Lu Chengqing, all secretly recited Guo Ye's "Jiangjinjiu".

The expressions of shock and envy were all revealed on the faces of everyone present.