The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 509: Difficulty traveling

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Dong Shulan also raised his head and glared at Yan Xiwen. Yan Xiwen poured a glass of wine for Fu Xiaoguan and said with a smile: "Shulan, we are classmates and friends. I know your drinking capacity. But don’t help him drink tonight.”

"To be honest, I really want to have a drink with him. I am not as good as him in poetry and writing, and I am not as good as him in governing the country. I have to find something better than him. Come to think of it. Go ahead, with this level of drinking, I’m afraid I’ll beat him.”

Everyone laughed, and Yu Wenyun also covered his mouth, thinking that Yan Xiwen had been released for two years, and his mouth was getting better and better at talking.

Fu Xiaoguan is also happy today. Yan Xiwen is a talented guy. He really didn't mess around in Yao County. He managed Yao County well and really took the dock incident to his heart.

So he was going to risk it all, wasn't he just drunk?

As a man, you have to get drunk several times in your life.

So he let go completely, and after having a drink with Yan Xiwen, he started from Yanbei River and walked around in turn, but Yan Linqiu came over again twisting the bottle.

"We won't say much to express our gratitude. Anyway, many people in the two counties of Quyi and Pingling have set up longevity tablets for you. This is true! So no matter what, we have to drink three cups."

Fu Xiaoguan refused to refuse anyone who came, and occasionally drank a glass of wine with Yan Beixi and his son. By the end of the day, he was already drunk.

Yan Xiaolou brought him sobering soup, and Mrs. Yan Chang winked at Yan Haochu. Yan Haochu laughed, and then said to his father: "How about taking him to drink tea?" ?"

Yan Beixi's old face was radiant, he stroked his long beard and nodded.

Yan Xiaolou helped Fu Xiaoguan to the tea room. Yan Xiwen was also quite drunk, so he sat down in a daze and made tea.

He patted Fu Xiaoguan on the shoulder, "Brother-in-law, I want to tell you something from my heart. I have been in Yao County for two years, and I have forgotten that I am actually a literati. I have been busy all day, and I have never even written a poem. Write a poem. Today is a good day and I am in high spirits. How about... you write another poem?"

Fu Xiaoguan was a little confused and his tone was a little loud.

"Isn't it just writing poetry? This thing is simpler than anything else..." He stood up unsteadily and shouted: "The pen and ink will serve you!"

When the mother-in-law Yan Chang heard this, she thought, ah, this son-in-law is going to write a poem on the spot today, which is a great thing, so she ordered her servants to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Yan Beixi looked at it with a smile on his face, thinking that this guy is so drunk, how can he still compose poems?

Yan Haochu and Yan Shidao were quite surprised. They had already heard that this boy could write a poem in three steps. He was obviously very drunk now, so the poem was not much better.

Yu Wenyun and the others looked at him angrily and funny. Yan Xiaolou stood up and walked over, wanting to help her. Unexpectedly, Fu Xiaoguan smiled and kissed her on the face, "Let go... ...Xin, sir, I'm...not drunk!"

Yan Xiaolou's face turned red and he was immediately embarrassed. You still said you were not drunk! This is not at home!

Yan Xiwen laughed loudly. This brother-in-law is really a sweetheart. I am afraid he is the only one in the world who would ignore this etiquette.

Fu Xiaoguan staggered to the desk, stretched out his hand to grab the pen, but failed. He smiled awkwardly, "Xiaolou, you should write the pen. My husband... I seem to be a little drunk."

Yan Xiaolou glared at him, picked up the pen, and thought happily, what kind of poem would he write?

Fu Xiaoguan put his hands behind his back and looked up at the roof.

"This poem is called "The Road Is Difficult""

"Listen carefully, I really want to compose poetry!"

Yan Xiwen laughed again. This was the first time Yan Linqiu saw Fu Xiaoguan writing poetry. He felt itchy and wanted to go up and give him a slap - you should hurry up!

“Golden bottles of sake cost ten thousand coins, and jade plates of precious wine cost ten thousand coins.

I stopped to drink and throw chopsticks, unable to eat. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.

Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? ”

He slowly raised his arms while shaking his head, and his voice suddenly became loud:

"There will be times when strong winds and waves break, and you can hang your sails directly across the sea."

……

It’s hard to finish the song, and the whole hall fell into silence.

The original intention of this poem was that Shixian was squeezed out of Chang'an. It expresses the hardships on his political path. It expresses Shixian's anger and also describes his hope that one day he can realize his ambitions. His optimistic and heroic spirit about the future is full of positive romantic feelings.

But this is not the case in the ears of Yan Beixi and others.

Now that the Yu Dynasty is implementing the New Deal, the burden of change falls on Fu Xiaoguan's shoulders.

This road is the road of innovation!

No one has walked this road before, and he can only rely on his own wisdom to explore it, so naturally this road will be extremely difficult.

This poem expresses Fu Xiaoguan's hesitation about the road of change, and even the idea of ​​giving up. He spent time fishing on the Bixi River, and suddenly went on a boat to dream of the sun. This is that he actually had the intention to withdraw. .

This kind of mentality seems very normal to Yan Beixi. Fu Xiaoguan is not yet eighteen years old, but he is shouldering this critical task. If he fails, he will definitely be ruined and be reviled by thousands of people.

He didn't need to be like this, but he still took on this burden!

So this last finishing touch shows that he has once again strengthened his faith and overcome difficulties.

"It's a good saying that there will be times when the wind and waves break, so hang your sails and sail across the sea!"

Yan Beixi's eyes lit up and he was the first to applaud, and then the whole hall applauded.

"This is the perseverance that I, Yuerlang, should have. One day, I will be able to ride on the strong wind and break thousands of miles of waves, with my cloud sails hanging high, and I will be able to walk on the vast sea!"

Yan Xiwen looked at Fu Xiaoguan bitterly and sighed, "You boy, I really admire you. Come on, come on, sit down and drink tea."

Fu Xiaoguan laughed loudly and wildly. He had the charm of a poetic fairy, but it was a pity that he did not have a sword.

"I've told you many times that poetry and articles are not a big deal. If someone hadn't once written a hundred poems over a drinking contest, I tell you, I could have written hundreds of poems casually."

He staggered and sat down next to Yan Xiwen. Yan Xiwen's eyes widened and asked, "Who can write a hundred poems over wine?"

Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and said, "Who...oh, it was in a dream, I forgot about it."

Yan Xiwen didn't take it seriously. No one in the world could write hundreds of poems about drinking. He poured a cup of tea for Fu Xiaoguan and said with emotion: "Brother Fu has the ambition to reach the clouds. I will naturally try my best to follow you, but don't fly too high so that we can't see your shadow. It's really cold at high places." Ah."

Fu Xiaoguan laughed and shook his head.

He picked up the tea cup and was about to take a sip when Yan Haochu suddenly said with a smile: "Young official, my father-in-law wants to ask you to clarify something."

"Father-in-law, please speak."

"Why don't you want to be the emperor of the Wu Dynasty?"