The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 1095: That night

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"Okay, please write another poem for Your Majesty!"

Yan Xiwen and others applauded and shouted. He looked at Fu Xiaoguan with a smile, thinking that you, the world's best literary scholar, just composed a poem during the meal. At this time, you are even more drunk. Is it difficult? If not, can you still do it?

Fu Xiaoguan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He still did not reject Meng Xi's request.

Come out and play, just have fun!

How long has it been since you were so happy?

Of course I can’t dampen everyone’s interest.

"I still say the same thing, poems and articles are trivial matters, and the pen and ink will take care of them!"

Meng Xi was overjoyed, but everyone else’s eyes widened—could he really be able to write another poem right away?

He has been the emperor for so many years. He has been so good at being the emperor that he has really neglected his status as the leader of the world.

Even though he had composed a great poem just now, everyone still thought that he composed it on a daily basis and just recited it while eating.

But looking at his posture now... he seems to be able to do it easily.

Meng Xi laid out the paper in front of the desk, polished the ink, and looked at Fu Xiaoguan expectantly.

Fu Xiaoguan didn't pick up the pen, "Girl, write it for me!"

"...Okay, my ghostwriter."

Fu Xiaoguan looked at everyone, "Do you dare to bet with me?"

"What kind of gambling method?"

"How about I compose a poem and you drink a glass of wine?"

This... Yan Xiwen and others suddenly looked at each other. This must be no problem. One word and one glass of wine. Even if the people here have drunk a lot just now, I'm afraid it will be enough for each of them to drink another ten or twenty glasses. , but can you compose ten or twenty poems?

Even if you are the best literary master in the world, it is impossible to write dozens of poems continuously in this short period of time. If you can... then you are a monster, it is too scary!

"Okay...!" Qin Mowen stood up, "Miss Mengxi will be the referee. Every time Your Majesty writes a poem, we will drink a glass of wine together!"

"Okay!" Meng Xi's eyes lit up. This is of course a great thing!

If Your Majesty writes three or five poems tonight, it will be a story that will shock the world.

These poems were all written by me, and they will be my first songs from then on. Now that I am getting older, I see that the position of the oiran is not guaranteed. If there are new poems by His Majesty... this Liuyun Tower , who can shake my position as leader!

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly laughed. He stretched out his hand and pointed at everyone, "Don't look at me for drinking too much. I tell you, none of you will be able to leave this room tonight!"

Look at me using those poems to get you drunk!

"Get ready, I'm coming!"

No one believes how many poems Fu Xiaoguan can write.

Even if he is the world's top literary master, even if he is the reincarnation of Wenquxing, it is already a great thing to be able to compose three or five more poems. Drunk... I won't know who got whom drunk for a while.

They just think this is just entertainment, and it is a blessing to listen to Fu Xiaoguan recite poetry. After all, in the years since he has been the emperor, his poems and articles have rarely been seen again.

Fu Xiaoguan took two steps. Miss Mengxi was full of pen and ink, and her heart was pounding. Everyone else's eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan.

"The first song, "Jiangchengzi, Mizhou Hunting""

"I am talking about being a teenager. I hold the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. I wear a brocade hat and mink fur, and ride on a thousand horses. I can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest and shoot at the wolf!"

A majestic poem blurted out, and everyone was shocked. They were impressed by His Majesty's majestic mind and couldn't help but applaud in unison.

"Good words, good words, good words, we must drink together for this word!"

"This is the first cup, let's listen to the second song "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Spring Scenery""

"The flowers have faded to red, green and small apricots.

When swallows fly, green water surrounds people...

The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter, but the passion was annoyed by the ruthlessness. ”

This is a completely different word from the previous one. It changes from heroic to tender. The change here amazes everyone.

"The second cup, drink it quickly! Now is the third song "Wang Jiangnan, Transcendent Taiwanese Work""

"Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting.

Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain.

After a cold meal, I wake up and sigh.

Stop thinking about your homeland with your old friends, and try new tea with new fire, and enjoy your youth with poetry and wine. ”

"What a poem, wine and youth! Let's drink this third cup together!"

"Next is the fourth song..."

"...Eighth song!"

"...No. 20!"

Meng Xi's pen never stopped, and the inkstone on the inkstone was used up before her eyes. She quickly ordered a maid to continue grinding the ink, while Yan Xiwen and others drank twenty cups in a row. What the hell? Even a cow can't stop it!

The first one to surrender was Fan Tianning, "Stop, stop!"

He was finally convinced, and then he realized that Fu Xiaoguan had no intention at all at the Wenhui on that cold mountain.

What is a genius?

This is genius!

People don’t think twice, they just come out of their mouths, but these words are so exquisite!

If this guy were not the emperor, I am afraid his reputation for literary talent would reach the sky!

"I, I'm convinced! I've also drunk too much. I believe, I believe what you said... As expected, for you, this poetry and article thing is the easiest!"

Fan Tianning spoke out everyone's thoughts. Everyone surrendered. If they drink any more, they will really lose control.

"I said... you are a magical landowner. Ordinarily, farming is your specialty. You have cultivated the fields extremely well, and you have solved the problem of food for the people in the world. But you write poems... ...Yes, you have six poems in the first column of the Qianbi Stone, but tonight, I just know that I, Yan Xiwen... am not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

"Okay, keep those poems and let's compare them next time, next time!"

Fu Xiaoguan laughed loudly, "Are you convinced?"

Everyone nodded, who could not be convinced? Even those great scholars must be convinced!

"Okay, just be convinced, come on, let's have another drink together!"

Everyone raised their glasses again. After a glass of wine, Fu Xiaoguan became even more interested, "I'll sing a song for you!"

"You can also sing?" Yun Xiyan asked in great surprise.

"Hey, it's not about singing this song, it's... it's a song anyway."

No one in the world has ever heard Fu Xiaoguan sing!

Miss Mengxi immediately picked up her pen again, and Yan Xiwen and others focused their attention on Fu Xiaoguan again.

"I will sing "Friends" for everyone. Remember, we will always be friends!"

There is no accompaniment... there is no accompaniment for the song?

Fu Xiaoguan picked up his chopsticks and sang:

"These years, alone,

The wind passes and the rain goes away,

There have been tears and mistakes, but do you still remember what you insist on?

……

Friends walk together for life, those days are no longer the same.

One sentence, a lifetime,

A lifetime of love, a glass of wine.

……”

"I, Fu Xiaoguan, will make everything in Daxia go on the right track... Remember, there once was a small landowner in Linjiang."