The best county magistrate

Shock!

The entire Wangyue Tower was singing Yang Xuanchen's lyrics.

To be precise, it should be singing the ancient famous sayings of Jiujianxian.

"There is actually... such a heroic person in Qingzhou. Go and ask him to come up!" Mr. Li was so excited that he stuttered.

After a long while, Lin Ziming came back to his senses and hurriedly left the private room to look for the person who was about to drink.

When he followed others' instructions and returned to Yang Xuanchen's table, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"The Wine Fairy is truly a wonderful woman in this world."

"Thank you, Wine Fairy, haha!"

Dozens of people gathered around the table, complimenting and thanking them, but Lin Ziming couldn't squeeze in for a while.

"Mr. Li, there are too many people, students can't squeeze in..."

Mr. Li smiled and said: "Nothing, nothing. I'll go and invite you later. There's no rush now."

Then he looked at the three heads of the academy and said, "This son's words are definitely the first. Do you three have any objections?"

The three of them smiled and nodded.

"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."

"These two sentences alone can ignite the hearts of everyone here."

"There are thousands of students in Dayan, but how many can become officials and achieve great results?"

"He drinks to drown his sorrows and anger. This guy is not only bold and heroic, but also extremely confident."

"If you can get into an official career, your future will be limitless."

Mr. Li gave a very high evaluation.

Yan Chenghai stroked his beard and said with a smile, "What Mr. Li said is true. I'll ask him to come up and explain it later."

"The lyrics are there, but I wonder if the poems are there?"

Lin Ziming took the paper handed by the attendant and read one after another.

Everyone was very patient. After listening for a long time, they just smiled lightly but did not make any comments.

"My lords, are there no good poems?" Lin Ziming couldn't help but ask.

"Wait a moment, there's no rush." ​​Shi Qian said.

Everyone agreed. Ever since Jiang Jin drank the wine, they had looked forward to Yang Xuanchen's poems.

The great Confucians did not think that there were no good poems, but they were waiting for his eternal quatrains.

Another piece of paper was delivered downstairs. Lin Ziming looked at it first, and then handed it to Shi Qian with trembling hands.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows."

Quiet.

Very quiet.

The two poems seemed to bring everyone to a flower stream.

I am alone under the moon, with only a pot of turbid wine to accompany me.

There were three people in the shadow, and these three people were just Mingyue, Drinker, and his shadow.

How lonely, how lonely.

"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me."

"For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring."

However, how can the bright moon drink with others? It is just in vain.

"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are scattered."

"We make love together when we are awake, and we separate when we are drunk."

"We will never travel without love, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan."

Shi Qian's hands trembled and he almost tore off a corner of the paper.

Guo Changzhou took the poem and read it carefully, while the others had closed their eyes in deep thought.

Because their eyes were filled with tears.

Among the big guys here, who has never been lonely, and who has never been lonely and depressed.

However, in the face of the darkness of reality, no one has ever sunk, and no one has ever been complicit in it.

Is the light in your heart still there?

Is the freedom of dreams still worth pursuing?

Yan Chenghai opened his red eyes and slammed the table.

"This poem is an excellent one, it is truly a famous line through the ages!"

"Ziming, was this poem written by the boy at Ma's table?"

Lin Ziming nodded, "As Mr. Yan guessed, it came from Ma's table. However, this poem is not signed, so I don't know who wrote it."

Yan Chenghai took the paper and looked at it carefully, then took the two pasted couplets and compared them.

"Everyone, the handwriting of these poems and couplets are all written by one person..."

Lin Ziming knew best here. After all, he saw Yang Xuanchen writing with his own eyes.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something, a veiled girl walked into the private room holding a piece of poetry.

Looking at everyone, a clear voice sounded, "Dad, my daughter is very happy to have this word. I would like to ask you all to judge."

Fu Chuan grinned, took the poem in her hand and asked, "Ting Xue, did you write this poem?"

Fu Tingxue shook her head, with a shy look on her face, "What my daughter heard... is that she just thinks it's good, but she doesn't know what's so good about it."

"Oh? Brother Fu Xian might as well say a few words."

"It's rare that Tingxue girl likes her. Maybe it will become a good story."

Yan Chenghai stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Fu Chuan cleared his throat and read: "Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep."

"I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but I found that Begonia remained the same."

"Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin."

Mr. Li applauded the case and was overjoyed.

"No wonder Ting Xue is so happy. These short six sentences and thirty-three words are so tortuous and euphemistic."

"Cherish the flowers and drink deeply, with layer upon layer of twists and turns, step by step depth, and swaying emotional expressions."

"It's a rare and good word, but it's a pity that it's not as good as General Jinjiu."

Fu Tingxue was even more happy when she heard that Mr. Li had given a very high evaluation.

"Grandpa Li, are you really good?"

Mr. Li nodded heavily, "Seriously!"

But Fu Tingxue just smiled and then turned into a frown again.

"Girl, why are you unhappy? You should be happy to receive such good words." Fu Chuan asked.

"Oh, it's a pity that this poem was written by a prince to his maid."

Mr. Li said with a smile.

"Fu Chuan, why don't you invite this young master here and let the elders take a look."

"If your character and talents are acceptable, you can be considered a good match for Tingxue!"

Fu Tingxue blushed even more and said quickly: "No, no, no, this young master already has a good match, and he is the wine fairy everyone calls him."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked again.

Over and over again, good words and poems all came from the table at Ma's Trading Company. Could it be that the literary star in the sky has come down to earth.

Drinking wine and drinking alone under the moon are already ancient quatrains, and "Like a Dream" is another masterpiece.

Everyone couldn't help but become more curious about the young master Fu Tingxue mentioned.

At this time, the Siliangye from Shenxianju had been delivered to Wangyue Tower, and every table was presented to a large altar.

Of course, the private rooms on the second floor are also indispensable.

"Hey, it's such a big jar of Siliangye. Who did our brothers take advantage of now?" Guo Changzhou laughed.

Fu Tingxue carried a pot and poured wine for everyone, "You adults don't know, but the unknown young master was very proud when he was drinking wine."

"His wife Jiuxianzi, in order to support her husband's spirit, invites all the talented men and beauties in Qingzhou to drink this Siliangye."

Yan Chenghai drank a glass of wine and sighed.

"It's incredible, it's incredible, half a catty of four grains of liquid costs one hundred taels of silver. Treating everyone to a drink, how much silver will it cost?"

"This wine fairy is so generous."

He turned to Lin Ziming and ordered: "Ziming, it's almost time. Go and declare yourself the winner of the second question."