The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 1210: Wine will be served

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"The world is complicated and time is short, so why bother rushing!"

Fu Xiaoguan was slightly tipsy. He looked at Yan Xiwen and others with his wine glass, raised his eyebrows and said: "I have nothing to do. Let's meet up with a few close friends to have a chat by the stream in the wild, playing chess or playing chess. Drinking wine in a meandering stream; or talking about the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, or singing wildly about poetry and wine... It's not too late to return home after singing a song, and the vastness of the lake and sea is brought to life with a song."

"Do you think it would be a pleasant life like that?"

Yun Xiyan glanced at him, picked up the wine glass, and said with some drunkenness: "Sour, too sour!"

"Your Majesty, you are the emperor of our Great Xia! Why are you so sad and hurt for so many months? Your mood will affect us!"

"The giant ship of Daxia has just set sail. Don't forget that there are still 60 million people in Daxia who have not escaped poverty! Do you just want to leave them alone and go live alone?"

"Have you forgotten that if God had not given birth to you, Fu Xiaoguan, the world would have been like a long night?"

"You just lit up the world and you want to run away? You are simply irresponsible. Come on, come on, let's drink this glass of wine, continue to sail, and continue to explore the magnificent world!"

Fu Xiaoguan laughed, "Hahahaha, okay, okay, with you here, my heart... seems to have regained my fighting spirit."

"Three cups, three cups for everyone!"

"Let's wait and drink for a while, then let's go to the Night Shop to have a look!"

Yan Xiwen was startled. The movement here had alarmed the entire Sifang Building, causing Huo Huaijin to quickly mobilize a regiment. If you go to Nightfang again... wouldn't you have to mobilize a division?

No, you have to get this guy drunk here!

Thinking of this, Yan Xiwen stood up after three cups, "I tell you, everyone, please don't forget that our emperor is the most talented man in Great Xia!"

He twisted the wine pot and poured a glass for Fu Xiaoguan, and said: "Over the years, you have governed the country internally and fought externally, and you have made great contributions to the prosperity of Daxia. As for the people of Daxia, they have probably forgotten that you are also good at poetry and writing."

"To take advantage of today's happiness, how about you compose a poem on the spot and let us see if your talent has declined?"

Yan Xiwen’s initiative was immediately approved by everyone.

Ning Yuchun smiled and said: "Xi Wen's words are very good." After saying this, he turned to look at Yun Xiyan, "I said Yun Shangshu, your "Collection of Fu Xiaoguan's Poems and Poems" is still there. For sale? Your Majesty will compose another one later, and you can add it to it, it will definitely be a bestseller again."

Yun Xiyan blushed, but admitted generously:

"When I was in embarrassment, I earned some money from His Majesty's poems. To be honest, I was able to buy a house in Guanyun City only by selling His Majesty's poems and essays."

"Now that a guy has moved to Chang'an, he must settle down here." He looked at Fu Xiaoguan, his eyes full of expectation: "Your Majesty, I really hope that you can write more poems and articles this time. I promise to print "Collection of Fu Xiaoguan's Poems" more beautifully, how about it?"

Fu Xiaoguan laughed. The story of this guy selling his poems at the Lanting Fair in Jinling came to mind. Of course he didn't care about it. Yun Xiyan promoted his poems to the people in disguise. It also added a lot of income to this guy.

He also stood up while holding the wine glass, "Thinking back to those days...well, actually we are still young now."

"Here, with this wine, I will tell you a story first."

The emperor wanted to tell a story, and everything suddenly became quiet. They had seen this guy write poems many times, but this was the first time he told a story.

Fu Xiaoguan took two steps in this large elegant room and slowly said: "There once was a dynasty, it was called... the Tang Dynasty. In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin worked hard to build the Tang Dynasty into a peaceful country. During the prosperous period, later generations will call it the rule of Zhenguan..."

He was telling the story of Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Wei Zheng, and ministers such as Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui.

This Tang Dynasty did not exist in the history of this world. To the ears of Yan Xiwen and others, it was the great Xia Dynasty that His Majesty expected to be remembered for eternity.

"Therefore, the monarch and his ministers must be able to cooperate closely. The monarch is a human being and will also make mistakes. The minister is the mirror of the monarch. He must dare to speak out about his mistakes, his fall and his mistakes."

"I have told you before that we are kings and ministers in the temple, and that is etiquette. In life, we are all friends. As friends, we should be like Wei Zheng who dares to speak out, like Fang Xuanling , Du Ruhui governed Daxia as his own Daxia."

"This is what I say from the bottom of my heart. I also hope that we, the monarch and the ministers, can work together to make Daxia more prosperous, and your names can be remembered in the history books of Daxia through the ages!"

After he finished speaking, everyone stood up and raised their glasses together.

Qin Mowen and others felt extremely emotional that Fu Xiaoguan was still the same Fu Xiaoguan they knew in Jinling.

He is not complacent because of Daxia's current strength, nor is he resting on this huge record of achievements without making progress. His only problem is that he wants to let go of his burden...

"Your Majesty, we should also learn from ministers like Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, and assist Your Majesty in creating a prosperous Great Xia Dynasty again. Come, let's have a drink together!"

After a glass of wine, Fu Xiaoguan shouted, "We are waiting with pen and ink!"

Liu Jin quickly ran out and brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Fu Xiaoguan didn't look like an emperor at all at this moment. He seemed to have returned to his boyhood.

"Well...my handwriting is still ugly, Xiwen, you come to write it."

Yan Xiwen ran over happily, dipped his pen in thick ink and looked at Fu Xiaoguan.

"This poem is called "The Wine Will Enter""

He stood in front of the window, looked at the brightly lit Evernight Square, took a deep breath, and recited:

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."

A majestic momentum suddenly emerged. Ning Yuchun and others suddenly widened their eyes, and Yan Xiwen was stunned for two breaths before he quickly started writing.

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

"If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon"

"..."

This is a long poem. The five tones in the poem are complex and the atmosphere is extraordinary. The emotions throughout the poem are ups and downs, like the rushing waves of a river crashing on the shore. The momentum in the poem is like carrying a cauldron and moving a mountain.

Everyone held their breath at this moment. Yan Xiwen seemed to be affected by the emotion in the poem. The words on the paper actually changed from running script to cursive script, and he wrote the last stroke:

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, so that we can eliminate the eternal sorrow with you.

Is this sadness?

All the sages in ancient times were lonely...so this is not sadness, but the loneliness of reaching the top.

When he wrote such a poem, his intention was still to cherish the friendship of friends.

"The best song in the world should be left in the first row of the stone A of thousands of monuments!"

Yan Xiwen put down his writing, walked back, picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass for Fu Xiaoguan, "I'll give you three glasses!"

It was night and Fu Xiaoguan was very drunk.

It was night, and the song "About to Enter the Wine" flowed into the streets of Chang'an.

The next day, all the 380 brothels in Evernight House knew about it, and His Majesty's reputation was suddenly shocked again!