"Of course. Rong Mansion and I are relatives. On the day of Rong Mansion's wedding, I naturally deserve to stand up and cheer for them.”
Yuan Ye immediately agreed.
Yuan Ye was indeed related to Rong Mansion.
Grandmother Jia's biological grandson, Sister Lin, was Yuan Ye's current fiancée.
Hearing Yuan Ye's words, Jia Zheng's face turned as ugly as if he had eaten sh * t.
He wanted to counter-sue and disown this relative, but Yuan Ye was indeed his relative.
His Majesty had already issued an edict.
"Alright, in that case, why don't Lord Yuan write a poem about wine?”
Prince Beijing smiled and picked up his wine glass.
"Good!"
"Pa!"
"Carouse, how long is life? For example, the morning dew, after the day is bitter.
I should be generous, but I can't forget my sorrow. How can I relieve my sorrow? Only Du Kang.
Green and purple, my heart is long. But for your sake, I've been thinking about it until now.
The deer chirped and ate the wild apple. I have a guest who plays the zither and sheng.
Bright as the moon, when can we get rid of it? Worry comes from the heart and cannot be cut off.
Crossing the road, crossing the river, I have no choice but to live with you. When we parted ways and talked about banquets, we missed the old kindness in our hearts.
The moon is bright and the stars are few. The crows fly south and circle the trees three times. What branches can they rely on?
The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. The Duke of Zhou spat out his food, and the world returned to him."
After Yuan Ye agreed, he directly lifted the wine pot and opened the lid of the wine pot. Then, he threw the wine pot on the ground.
His expression also changed from frivolous and licentious to a humble gentleman who was drunk. He walked with his hands behind his back and recited a poem with great emotion. At first, when the surrounding guests saw Yuan Ye's appearance, they all revealed contemptuous gazes and thought that Yuan Ye's personality would definitely not be able to compose any good poems.
However, when Yuan Yenian said the first sentence, the contempt on their faces disappeared and was replaced by shock.
They could tell that just this first line could be called a famous poem through the ages.
Other than Xu Chu, everyone present was well-read, including Jia Zheng.
Although he couldn't make it, he could still understand it by listening to it.
As Yuan Ye continued to recite the poem, their shock turned into intoxication.
"Good, good, listening to this poem will be like floating in the sky.”
"Drunken as a song, how long is life?
You've really said the end of your life."
"To be able to personally witness the creation of this poem, I have no regrets even if I die.”
"What a pity. With Yuan Ye's literary talent, if not for all his shortcomings, he would definitely be recorded in history.”
"Yeah, it's such an honor to be a scholar!
What he did would only bury his literary talent.”
The guests applauded and praised Yuan Ye.
Just this poem alone had changed Yuan Ye's opinion of them.
At the same time, they felt sorry for Yuan Ye.
They felt that Yuan Ye's personality was a roadblock that would prevent him from becoming a great master or even a sage of his generation. He might even lose his life in the future.
"Good, good, good!"
"As expected of the top scholar hand-picked by His Majesty.
One poem is enough to prove Lord Yuan's literary talent.
Today to listen to you recite a poem, it is really the blessing of water.”
" Good!" Shui Rong immediately praised Yuan Ye.
"The article was originally made by heaven, and it was obtained by a skillful hand.
As long as they have the inspiration, His Highness and the ministers will also be able to compose good poems.”
Yuan Ye was a little embarrassed to be praised by everyone. However, since you guys praised me, I naturally had to say something nice.
As expected, the guests all burst into laughter.
For a moment, he started to be polite with Yuan Ye.
The entire courtyard became lively.
"I have a question that I would like to ask the assistant minister to compose a poem.”
At this moment, a guest couldn't help but sit up and smile at Yuan Ye.
"Of course. I'm happy today and won't reject anyone.
Bring me some wine."
Yuan Ye smiled and agreed.
As soon as he said that, all the guests became happy.
Soon, servants from the Jia residence came over with wine.
"This humble official's hometown is by the Yellow River. Because of worldly affairs, I have not returned home for many years, so I would like to hear the assistant minister write a poem describing the domineering power of the Yellow River, with wine and songs.”
the guest said to Yuan Ye.
"This…is too slow. If it was just the Yellow River, wine, or song, it would still be fine, but the three are completely unrelated, and it's too difficult to work together on a poem.”
"Yes, I am!"
"Forget it."
"How can you come up with such a difficult question?”
"That's right. I don't think this counts.”
The surrounding guests could not help but frown when they heard this.
He reprimanded the guest who had set the question.
"Uh, indeed, I was rude.
I just want to borrow poems, songs, and the articles (poems) of the assistant minister to relieve my longing and take this opportunity to get drunk.”
When the guest heard the condemnation around him, he felt that it was a little difficult for him, so he apologized to Yuan Ye and explained.
"No need. Since I said that I would not reject anyone today, then I have to keep my word.”
Yuan Ye waved his hand, picked up a jar of wine, opened it, and took a big gulp. Then, he threw down the unfinished wine and smashed the wine stall.
Yuan Ye was already feeling a little dizzy after drinking so much wine.
His body was also swaying a little.
However, he still said firmly,"Today, all of you have fun. I'll write poems to help you with the fun tonight.”
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?
Haven't you seen the bright mirror in the high hall sad white hair, like black hair in the morning and snow in the evening?
Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon.
Heaven gave me talent, I will be useful, thousands of gold scattered to come back.
Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng are about to drink. Don't stop drinking.
Let me sing a song for you, and ask you to listen to it for me: Bells, drums and jade are not expensive, I hope I will be drunk for a long time and not wake up.
Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, and only those who drink leave their names.
Once upon a time, the king of Chen held a banquet in Pingle. He drank ten thousand taels of wine and laughed at will.
Why did the host say that he was short of money? He had to buy it directly and pour it to you.
I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse and thousands of gold fur coat for good wine, and I'll share my eternal sorrow with you.”
As Yuan Ye recited the poem, he picked up another jar of wine and continued drinking.
"Good, good, majestic and vigorous!”
"It makes my blood boil."
"With this poem, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the Immortal Poet.”
"This life was not in vain, this life was not in vain.”
"Heavens, every word in this poem is a good poem that has been passed down through the ages.”
"It's worth it. This life is worth it."
"Hahaha, I'm drunk.
I'm drunk."
"To be able to hear this matter, even if I die now, it's worth it.”
At this moment, everyone was immersed in the poetic realm.
After reciting the poem, it took a while for everyone to react, and they immediately exploded.
Each and every one of them was as if they had a stroke and could not extricate themselves. They were so excited that their faces were red and their necks were thick.
It was as if the poem was written by them.
Yuan Ye didn't understand why they were so excited.
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