Feast of Rebirth

This distant cousin's name is Zhao Qingxiao. Although she is related to Bai Jiu, it's hard to say how far in blood.However, Uncle Bai Jiu, the middleman, patted his chest and vowed that it would never affect future generations, so Mistress Bai Jiu believed him and gave it a try.

"How long have you known her?" Yun Congfeng grabbed a handful of raisins and chewed them.

"I used to see her when I was young, but I haven't seen her since I grew up." Bai Jiu carefully followed her trail, "But she is famous, so it's hard not to know."

"Very fierce?"

"Yes! Tigress! Toddler!"

"Ah." Yun Congfeng nodded sympathetically, "I see."

Bai Jiu suddenly became nervous: "Hey! She's here!" After a while, she relaxed again, "Hey, I'm leaving again."

"It can't be." Yun Congfeng was a little puzzled, and joked, "Would she eat you alive?"

A group of maids in colorful clothes floated over to serve tea to the guests at the banquet.Bai Jiu took a sip of tea, frowning: "Hey, you don't understand. It's like... just like when you meet a teacher on the street, you should go up and say hello out of emotion and reason, while introverted people will hesitate, I didn't want to say hello in my heart, but the distance is too close, if I don't ask, I'm afraid the teacher will feel bad. I treat her... almost like this."

Yun Congfeng felt that his metaphor was not in place, but it did not prevent him from expressing his agreement: "Well, that's right." The agreement is over.After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, the noise gradually died down.Yun Congfeng raised his head and looked around. It turned out that the birthday star himself had arrived, surrounded by his family and children, full of vigor and radiance.The guests cupped their hands one after another: "Hi, old man!" "Teacher, Ankang." "Hello, master."

Xie Jitong greeted all the dignitaries and dignitaries he knew one by one with a smile on his face, and greeted the guests politely.After a long while, he announced loudly, "This old man has a big birthday today, full of guests and brilliance! He is 80 years old, and his works are not as good as those of his peers. What is commendable is that he has taught some famous students and collected some antiques and rare books. , I am truly ashamed of my reputation as an academic master.”

"So today, the old man took some things from his own collection, and held a special literary meeting, and selected the outstanding ones as gifts. If he is a student of the academy, the old man is willing to open the door of convenience for him, devote all he has learned all his life, and teach him with all his heart. , contribute to the future of Confucian scholars."

As soon as Xie Jitong finished speaking, someone immediately applauded.Xie Jitong squinted his eyes and stroked his beard: "Then... let's not gossip, who would like to start a jackpot?"

There was silence for a moment, some of the eager young students shrank their heads, some looked at others, hesitating, and most of them frowned and thought nervously.

After all, it is a rare opportunity.

Yun Congfeng took a jujube with a walnut, and tried to bite it as softly as possible. He didn't come here to be a student, and he wasn't interested in it.Hey, where did Zhao Qingxiao go?He looked around, couldn't see, went elsewhere?He turned around uninterestedly, but saw Bai Jiu beside him rolling his eyes wildly and opening his mouth slightly as if about to say something—"Are you... Yun Congfeng?"

It was Xie Jitong's voice, why did he recognize himself? ! !Yun Congfeng tensed his back, stood up subconsciously, and saluted: "Hello, teacher."

Xie Jitong was very satisfied with his performance: "I've heard about his name for a long time, but I'm just busy with my studies, so I haven't discussed it with you. It's been a few years since you graduated, how is your poetry and writing doing now?"

"Xiaosheng is ashamed. He has been busy with his career since he graduated from the teacher. He has not touched the ground. He has rarely studied." Yun Congfeng bowed again.

Xie Jitong shook his head: "You were famous in the capital at the beginning, and you were recognized as talented. You should use your knowledge to help the world and the people. How can you waste your talent and devote yourself to mediocre things?"

Yun Congfeng asked himself, he is busy every day, so he is not mediocre... But when facing the elders, he honestly said: "Students are taught."

Xie Jitong stroked his beard: "Forget it, I'm happy today. Judging by your appearance, you probably aren't interested in this essay meeting. But as a senior in the academy, how about writing a poem to start? Set an example for younger students."

Yun Congfeng's face changed slightly, which is obviously embarrassing... Time is urgent, and he can't allow him to think too much. After pondering for a while, he slightly changed the previous game work of his senior brother, and blurted out: "Shuangyan returns to fly!" Walking around the painting hall. It seems to be nostalgic for the rainbow beams. The breeze and the moon are good times. Not to mention, there is a feast. The maid in the cloud shirt, frequently pouring out longevity wine, and moving the reeds. Everyone's heart is in the jade burner. Celebrate the good festival and wish Yanchang."

"That's right." Xie Jitong had a slight smile on his face, "I'm very relieved that I haven't given up my studies."

Yun Congfeng smiled awkwardly, then Xie Jitong became very excited and asked everyone: "Who can take this poem?"

After a while, someone stood up: "I am not talented, I hope the dog's tail will continue to be a sable, and it will be a way to attract jade, please give me your advice."

When the man shook his head and chanted loudly, Yun Congfeng quietly sat down and heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that Xie Jitong would not pay attention to him anymore.

Someone started, and more and more people stood up one after another, answering poems and poems.Yun Congfeng listened, half emotional, half complicated, with several feelings in his heart.

Or was it because Xie Jitong's words hit his heart: Is it really nothing?

"Hey buddy, what are you thinking?"

"No..." Yun Congfeng shook his head, Bai Jiu sneered, and winked: "If you don't want to continue working in Qingping Division, there is still time to leave now. If you have needs, take care of me."

Yun Congfeng shook his head: "Let's talk about it later." The steaming hot delicacies were served, but few people moved their chopsticks, only Yun Congfeng moved their chopsticks twice in a bored manner.

Because the poems and words had reached a climax, more and more people left their seats and went to a place closer to Xie Jitong to listen.The place where Xie Jitong was located was the place with the most talented scholars, and the closer he was, the clearer he could hear.Uncle Bai Jiu took advantage of this time to walk over with a smile, which made Bai Jiu tremble with fright, and even brought the wine table along with it.

Bai Jiu asked Yun Congfeng to help cover, but Yun Congfeng didn't know how to cover, so Bai Jiu said that I would give you a reason to follow—seeing Uncle Bai Jiu approaching, he spoke very bluntly: "Bai Jiu, come with me to meet your cousin, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Bai Jiu stood up with a calm expression on his face. In fact, he was so panicked that he forgot all the drafts he had typed before—he said "oh" and followed his uncle away like a walking dead.

Yun Congfeng:? ? ?

What's the reason? !

This is not right for you!

He looked around and stood up.Stay far away first, follow up and adapt to the situation.By the way, what's going on with Bai Jiu, why can't he react all of a sudden?While cursing, he quietly followed.

The essay meeting has entered a white-hot stage. Talented scholars and scholars frequently published good essays and witty remarks, which attracted bursts of applause, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.Yun Congfeng watched from afar, crossing his arms.

Well, when the two met, Uncle Bai Jiu's smiling face was too wretched.chatting?Feeling okay?There is no reason for this to pass, and there is no way to help... Yun Congfeng thought about it, moved his position, pretended to be listening to the high-spirited talks of talented scholars, and fought openly and secretly.Attention drifts here and there.

Zhao Qingxiao took off her veiled hat at this time, revealing her gorgeous towering headdress, shining with lingling brilliance in the half-blind darkness.With the slight shaking of the master's head, Yun Congfeng seemed to hear a crisp bell.

On the other side, Xie Jitong was very excited and yelled loudly: "If you are writing poetry, how can you be without wine! Here comes the wine! Put all the good wines from the old man's collection on the table!"

The servants and maids brought the fine wine, the smell of the wine was pervasive, the fragrance was so dizzy, Yun Congfeng sneezed a few times, before tasting the fine wine, he sniffed the fragrance first, as if he was about to get drunk.

Xie Jitong walked around the wine vats a few times, selected one, and patted the belly of the vat triumphantly: "This! This is Shen Menghua, who I begged for a lot of money in Lugu Town 50 years ago. Counting the time, this wine has already It’s been 80 years, and today it’s being brewed in Kaifeng for everyone to enjoy!”

Cheering happily, Xie Jitong took a knife, tore off the oil paper cover on the surface of the wine jar, and scraped off the pine oil and beeswax that sealed the mouth of the jar. The smell of wine became stronger and Yun Congfeng became dizzy.

This strength is really amazing.He smacked his tongue secretly, and while he was still awake, he got up and walked to another place - as long as he stayed away, as for Bai Jiu?Oh, let him resign himself to his fate!

The cloud walked far away from the wind, the smell of wine and the noise of the crowd went away together, and the breeze was blowing.He took a breath, and his sanity became much clearer.

very quiet.Yun Congfeng rubbed his head, and looked back at the banquet hall. The smell of wine was vaguely there, and the group drank happily, chatting and laughing happily.The aroma is so alluring.Yun Congfeng couldn't help but waver: How about going over to have a drink?After all, it is a rare wine.

He touched his nose, hesitating.A stone hit the back of his neck, and when he turned his head, it was him.

"Aren't you going to have a drink?" Hu Yan shook a gourd in his hand.He was sitting on the roof, slouching around, the moonlight was faint, and his face was obscured in the haze.

Yun Congfeng's mind is in a mess, he appears here...it's not surprising, he always likes to have a little liberty, Xie's birthday banquet, it's impossible for him not to come...wait?what am i doing

He came back to find himself on the roof.

He was so scared that he took a step back and almost fell.

Hu Yan stretched out his hand to hook it, and an invisible soft force supported him to stand firm: "It's a rare good wine, it's a pity not to taste it."

Yun Congfeng sat down silently, not knowing what to say.Hu Yan said to himself: "Speaking of which, this Shen Menghua has something to do with Wangyou Wine."

"The master who created Shen Menghua's master is the founder of Wangyou Liquor. Shen Menghua's wine recipe is imitated from Wangyou Liquor, and even the effect is similar. You don't taste drunk before drinking. The difference between the two The reason is that Wangyou wine can suppress great joy and anger, while Shen Menghua is so drunk that it sells people, and after waking up, the drinker's memory of the past will become blurred, and the memory will also deteriorate."

"Shen Menghua is slightly poisonous, so don't drink too much, but it tastes really good, better than the strange and complex Wangyou wine, so countless people flock to it, even if they pay the price of memory damage."

"Then why do you want to drink?" Yun Cong asked dryly.

"Have a drink!" Hu Yan narrowed his eyes, shining brightly: "Have a sip, you'll be fine."