Chapter 222 One hundred poems about drinking wine

Perhaps only Guo Baokun in the entire hall could understand Fan Xian's mood at this moment, and knew why he was so sad and nostalgic, and why he was so calm and calm. Guo Baokun looked at the laughing crowd in the hall without making any move to stop him. He knew that after tonight, these sarcasm and ridicule would be replaced by shock and admiration. No one would laugh at Fan Xian because of his poems anymore, and they would not even dare to give birth. This kind of thought.

"Your Majesty, Fan Xian is full of ridiculous words, and he is clearly deceiving the emperor. Please punish Fan Xian for the crime of disrespect, remove him from his official position, drive him out of the capital, and send him to the frontier!" At this time, the officials arranged by the eldest princess could no longer bear it. , stepped forward and read Fan Xian's book, and asked Emperor Qing to punish Fan Xian so that Fan Xian would never stand up again.

Emperor Qing just glanced at the official and realized that the eldest princess Li Yunrui was behind this incident, so he looked at Fan Xian silently without saying a word, wanting to see how Fan Xian would respond. He knew that Fan Xian If Xian hadn't been confident in his mind, he would never have behaved like this, without a trace of nervousness and fear.

Fan Xian glanced at the official contemptuously, ignored him, and turned to face Zhuang Mohan. There was a sense of alienation and pride in his voice, "How many unknown poems does your respected master have?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't know why Fan Xian asked this question, but he still said seriously and firmly: "This is the only one, there will be no other legacy!"

Fan Xian laughed loudly, so unbridled and free, he threw away the wine glass in his hand, picked up the wine jar on Zhuang Mohan's desk, and shouted loudly: "Bring me the pen and ink!"

Eunuch Hou quickly bowed and looked at Emperor Qing for instructions. Emperor Qing was overjoyed. He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the joy in his eyes. He nodded to Eunuch Hou quietly. Eunuch Hou quickly waved his hand to the little chamberlain beside him. Go and prepare pen, ink and paper.

Eunuch Hou picked up the Four Treasures of the Study prepared by the young chamberlain, walked out from behind Emperor Qing in a few steps, came to Fan Xian's side, and said respectfully, "Master Fan, I am willing to transcribe and copy poems for you, and I would like to ask Xie Lu Lang to show it." Don’t let people from other countries laugh at my charming demeanor as a son of the Qing Kingdom!”

Although Eunuch Hou was an internal official, he still had the lofty and passionate spirit of a son of the Qing Dynasty, so he was a little excited. He was rude in front of Emperor Qing. He took it upon himself to be a little boy for Fan Xian. After all, he knew Fan Xian's The calligraphy hand was really shameful, so he volunteered to support Fan Xian. Don't look at Eunuch Hou's pale and fat appearance. As a chamberlain around Emperor Qing, he was also a diligent and knowledgeable person. He had been accompanying Emperor Qing since he was a child. He studied in the palace and practiced calligraphy hard. If it weren't for his status, he could still gain fame in the imperial examination.

Fan Xian glanced at Eunuch Hou, who rarely showed heroic spirit. In Fan Xian's impression, the people around Emperor Qing were always hunched over and living cautiously. He did not raise his head, but today he held his head high. With his chest held high, although he was a disabled man, he was full of the pride of a man from the Qing Kingdom. Fan Xian raised the wine jar, poured the wine into his mouth, drank it in one gulp, and nodded without any objection.

At this time, Fan Xian might really be drunk. His spirit drifted outside his body. He seemed to see the saints and sages in the five thousand years of splendid civilization. Deep loneliness surrounded him. He was more lonely than those in front of him. Emperor Qing is even more lonely. The emperor is so high up that he is so cold, but he is drunk alone while the whole world is awake. Everything in this world is intertwined with everything in the previous world. Fan Xian can no longer tell which one is a dream and which one is a dream. Reality?

Fan Xian continued to drink with drunken eyes. Eunuch Hou raised his head and stared at Fan Xian. Without any hint of urging, he studied the ink quietly and carefully laid out the paper. There was not a trace of wrinkles. Every move was smooth and flowing. What a few times. The state of mind developed by serving Emperor Qing for ten years is peaceful and tranquil.

Fan Xian remembered that he had Li Taibai's three thousand poems about drinking wine in the past, but he didn't expect that he would have to learn from the sages today. He looked at the promiscuous scholar drinking wine and dancing with swords in the sky, and shouted loudly, as if the two of them were gradually overlapping. All the while, Fan Xian could no longer tell who he was, and only a clear voice sounded in the hall:

Ignore you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return.

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.

It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.

I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.

In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.

What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine.

Together with you, we will sell off the eternal sorrow. "

“Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade dishes cost ten thousand coins.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look 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.

When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.

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

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. "

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One after another popular poems continued to come out of Fan Xian's mouth, one poem after another, one drink after another, the passion did not diminish, the poems continued, everyone was shocked, everyone stopped drinking and throwing chopsticks, stood up and looked at Fan Xian in the field. At leisure, Zhuang Mohan had completely abandoned his previous plans, savoring each poem carefully, stroking his beard with his hands, nodding frequently, closing his eyes tightly, as if drinking fine wine, he was already drunk .

Only Guo Baokun, holding a wine glass and chopsticks, poetry and poetry, enjoying himself and Fan Xian, understands loneliness and loneliness.

Guo Baokun took a sip of wine, picked up a chopstick of beef with sauce, put it into his mouth, and chewed it hard. It was incompatible with the fanatical atmosphere around him. Fan Xian was thinking about his past life, and wanted to go back to that day and night every moment. The world I want to be in, but I am just the opposite. I may leave this world with many concerns at any time and return to that prosperous world. Different situations are indeed the same state of mind. Loneliness and loneliness surround Guo Baokun and Fan Xian. As for how those watching the excitement could know the sadness in their hearts. The more enthusiastic they were, the lonelier Guo Baokun and Fan Xian felt in their hearts, and the farther they were from each other, as if they were separated by a Milky Way.

Fan Xian didn't know how much he drank, but he just looked at the people in the sky. There were literati who cared about the country and the people, generals who wore armor and fought bloody battles, beauties who conquered the country, and even emperors who scolded Fang Qiu. All of them Everyone nodded and toasted to him. Fan Xian raised the wine jar, poured wine at himself, and swallowed in large gulps. The wine kept spilling from the corners of his mouth. The flowing wine soaked his clothes, making Fan Xian look uninhibited and impolite. Extremely, but at this moment, no one dared to disrespect Mr. Fan Xian again. Instead, they looked at Fan Xian with reverent eyes.