After being abandoned by Liu Bei, Cao Cao begged me to be a military adviser

Pang Tong, Lu Su, and others paid attention.

Chen Qun hurriedly asked Chen Lin: "Mr. Kong Zhang, have you met Liu Xian, is what he said true or false?"

Chen Lin nodded her head heavily: "No mistake, he was so imposing when he wrote that half-line of the poem back then. Today is over, and there is probably another famous poem in this world!"

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Sima Yi repeatedly nodded in praise.

The Cao family sisters behind the screen looked at Liu Xian intently.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Liu Xian to write a poem.

And Liu Xian was still drinking, drinking one pot after another.

After drinking, he threw the flagon on the ground.

As a time traveler, Liu Xian was low-key and humble at first.

After following Liu Bei, he was benevolent at home, venomous outside, behaved in a low-key manner, and did things in a high-key manner.

But he was not appreciated by his boss Liu Bei because he didn't understand the philosophy of life, and was frantically squeezed out by his peers.

In the end, he was exiled in Xudu, and was rescued by Cao Ji, who was disguised as Cao Cao.

From Liu Quide, who was unknown behind the scenes, he became a sacrificial wine for the military division of the Prime Minister's Mansion all the way.

In the military, he was often controversial.

Cao Cao fell asleep with him and used actions to prove that his choice was correct.

In the Battle of Sanjiangkou, Liu Xian completely established his reputation.

Even today, he is still called Liu Quide.

But today's Liu Quide is no longer the little soldier who joined Liu Bei back then.

With the growth of Cao Cao's importance and his own strength, he can't keep a low profile if he wants to.

Just like the last time, Yang Xiu would make trouble for simply going for a drink.

Yang Xiu, who was humiliated by the "White Horse is Not a Horse" did not want to make progress, and organized a poetry meeting to challenge him.

Naturally, Liu Xian would not be polite to him.

If you beat someone, you will slap in the face, if you curse, you will scold your mother.

With the power of one person, single-handedly challenge the whole field.

"Crack!" With a sound, Liu Xian threw the last jug of wine at Yang Xiu's feet.

Just as Yang Xiu was about to scold someone, he saw Liu Xian shaking his head and already began to compose a poem.

"Wang Yue!"

"How is Zongfu Dai? Qi Luqing is not finished yet."

"Fortune Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang divide the dawn."

"Swinging the chest gives birth to Zeng Yun, and judging the canthus into the returning bird."

"You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance."

After finishing this poem, Liu Xian immediately lay on his back on the long chair and crossed his legs again.

But at this moment, the entire restaurant was silent.

"Old Huang, serve the wine!"

Following Liu Xian's roar, the whole restaurant started to discuss heatedly.

"What a song Wang Yue, every word is a classic, it can be said to be unprecedented in ancient times!"

"We look at mountains, but we talk about people. We are narrow-minded!"

"In today's world, four-character poems are popular, and Liu Xian actually made a five-character poem?"

"Who wrote the last five-character poem?"

"It was still done by Liu Xian. Since ancient times, no one has died, so keep your loyalty and take care of Han Qing!"

"Definitely, absolutely, really absolutely!"

"I dare say that no one can surpass him in a hundred years!"

"I admit, in front of him, I'm just a little trash!"

At this moment, the whole restaurant exploded.

Everyone is discussing the poem "Wang Yue".

That Liu Quide who was despised by everyone instantly became everyone's inspiration.

"Crack!" Liu Xian threw the jug downstairs again.

Suddenly, the whole restaurant fell silent.

Liu Xian said loudly: "Why are you so noisy, affecting Lao Tzu's poetry?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was paralyzed.

As soon as the masterpiece "Wang Yue" came out, it can be said that it shocked everyone.

But now he actually says he still wants to write poetry.

Chapter 212 The Three Psalms Surprised Xudu, and All the Young Talents Wept

"Sir, do you still want to write poetry?"

Cao Zhang, who was standing on the first and a half floors, couldn't help but speak.

Although he didn't like to read, he could tell that the poem just now was awesome, at least from the performance of those young talents.

"Hahaha!" Liu Xian laughed loudly: "The wine is extremely high, so why not write three more songs!"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire restaurant fell silent.

Liu Xian raised his head to drink, one pot after another fell downstairs.

This time, no one dared to accuse Liu Xian of throwing the flagon.

Yang Xiu even hid in a corner.

The wine was almost finished, Liu Xian stood up slowly.

"This song is called "Will Enter the Wine"!"

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"Lu Zijing, Pang Shiyuan, you are about to drink, don't stop drinking."

"Sing a song with Jun, please listen to me."

"The bells and drums are not expensive, but I wish I would be drunk and not want to wake up."

"The sages and sages in ancient times were all lonely, only the drinkers kept their names."

"Duke Cao used to have a feast of feasts and feasts, and the wine fights were full of joy and laughter."

"Why does the master say that he has little money, and he has to sell it to the king."

"Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you."

As Liu Xian blurted out the last word, the whole restaurant exploded.

"My God? He he he...he wrote another seven character poem!"

"The five-character poem is already a swan song, but he actually made a seven-character poem?"

"This song "Will Enter the Wine" is even more majestic!"

"Duke Cao, Pang Tong, and Lu Su are all among them!"

"It's really a masterpiece through the ages!"

"In this world, there are such arrogant people, and there are such genius arrogant people, it's unbelievable, unbelievable!"

"Once this poem comes out, I'm afraid no one will be able to surpass it in 300 years!"

"I'm waiting for rubbish, I can only look up to this arrogant gentleman!"

Pang Tong and Lu Su, who were named in "Will Enter the Wine", also discussed.

Lu Su asked Pang Tong: "What do Shi Yuan think?"

Pang Tong laughed: "My talent is far inferior to that of Brother Quedu!"

There are endless discussions, and Liu Xian is not only the dawn star in everyone's eyes, but also the dawn of the poetry world.

But when everyone was discussing, Liu Xian started drinking again.

At this moment, everyone obediently shut their mouths.

As soon as "Wang Yue" came out, everyone was shocked.

As soon as "Will Enter the Wine" came out, all the garbage present felt that they were garbage.

No one can imagine how shocking Liu Xian's third poem must be.

"Snapped!"

Liu Xian ruthlessly threw the jug downstairs, smashing Yang Xiu's head.

But Yang Xiu didn't even dare to say a word, let alone open his mouth, for fear of disturbing everyone's interest.

Liu Xian got up and pointed at everyone present.

"This one is "The Thatched House Is Broken by the Autumn Wind"!"

"In August and autumn, the high wind howls, and rolls the three layers of grass on my house."

"Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles on the outskirts of the river. The tall ones hang on the tops of the long forests, and the lower ones float around Shentangao."

"The group of children in Nancun deceived me to be thieves."

"I openly hugged thatched grass into the bamboo, my lips were scorched and my mouth was dry, and I came back and sighed by myself."

"In Russia, the wind fixes the cloud and the ink color, and the autumn is deserted and dark."

"The cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and Jiaoer is lying on the inside and cracking."

"There is nothing to do with the leak in the bedside room, and the rain is like hemp that has not stopped."

"Since the suspense and lack of sleep, why do you want to get wet all night long!"

"There are tens of thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy!"

At this moment, there should have been silence, but the sobbing of the talented man was heard.

Yes, some people cried, some even burst into tears.

Liu Xian's "Wang Yue" shocked everyone.

Immediately afterwards, "Will Enter the Wine" shocked the audience.

And this song "The Thatched House Was Broken by the Autumn Wind" pierced the hearts of all young talents.

"Mr. Arrogant's poem really touched my heart!"

"How can this be poetry, this is simply the treasure of a big man!"

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in An De Guang, which shelters the underprivileged from all over the world! Isn't it just us down-and-out geniuses?"

"I cried, I cried, I finally understand why Mr. Arrogant said we are trash!"

"No, Mr. Arrogant thinks too much of us. Compared with him, our poems may not even be as good as rubbish!"

Various voices of discussion echoed throughout the restaurant.

On the first and a half floors, Cao Zhang looked confused, turned his head and asked Handan Chun, "What is he writing in this poem?"