Seeing that Ren Zhen readily agreed, the corners of Yuan Tiangang's mouth outlined a sneer, and the scene of the other party appearing in public seemed to appear in front of him.He persevered in stimulating Ren Zhen because he had sufficient confidence.Since Ren Zhen entered Beijing, the Xiling Party reacted quickly, and immediately sent people to Taoshan to investigate the details of Cai Jiushi.According to the information they obtained, Cai Jiushi did not learn and did not know how to do it, he was drunk and dreamed of death on weekdays, and his homework grades have always been very poor, and he was by no means a talent.The reason why he was able to become a little gentleman was purely by mistake, and he was lucky enough to cut off Donglin Ye Sanqiu's arm and make a limelight in front of his master.From this, they came to the conclusion that Cai Jiushi was just a small person who was lucky enough to make a fortune, but in fact he had no real talent and learning, which was not enough to convince the world, which was a weakness that could be attacked.This can also explain why the Xiling Party questioned Ren Zhen with Confucian attainments in the early days of the dynasty, and their decision was based on this.The information they have is accurate, but unfortunately the most fatal point is missing, Cai Jiushi is no longer the Cai Jiushi of the past.Therefore, they are destined to lose all the games and become a stepping stone for Ren Zhen to become famous in the world.Yuan Tiangang smiled gloomily and said: "In order to avoid being accused of learning too much and bullying less, I deliberately took care of Hou Ye, and the topic for you is an item that Hou Ye has been getting along with day and night since he was a child. ”As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the food table, "You may not know that Marquis Cai's ancestral residence is in Moutai Town, and he has been making wine for a living for generations.If I use fine wine as the theme and let them write poems, it will never be regarded as favoritism and deliberately make things difficult for the Hou Ye, right" In front of countless junjie, he deliberately opened the old bottom of Cai Jiushi's poems, and said that he took care of Ren Zhen, just to humiliate Ren Zhen's low background, but he was just lucky for a while, and he was not worthy of keeping up with the wealthy family in his bones.Being humiliated in public, Ren Zhen's expression finally became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Poetry is an elegant thing to cultivate sentiment, not a skillful skill to win.I didn't agree with the rules of the Linglong banquet, thinking that the point would stop, since I was too learned to force me to see the real chapter, the matter has come to this, and I won't hide it. ”As he spoke, he had already walked to the field, picked up the jar of wine on the dining table next to him, turned around and glanced at Taixue Qunru coldly, his eyes were not only drunk, but also surging with fighting intent."
Listen to me" Under the gaze of everyone, he stepped up the stairs and walked towards the second floor without hurrying or slowing, and while drinking, he chanted loudly: "Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove."
When you come late and want snow, you can drink a glass of nothing" This is Bai Juyi drinking, drinking rice wine, and toasting his best friend.No one in the Linglong Tower made a sound, only Ren Zhen's clear voice was trembling, as if it was stirring the fragile nerves in people's hearts.After this poem was recited, he had already climbed to the second floor, raised the wine jar and took a sip, and his posture was extremely wild.Yuan Tiangang saw it in his eyes, he didn't care, he said in his heart, fighting poetry is more about quantity, just rely on your temporary fabrication, and you want to outperform our people, it's really beyond your strength.He took a step forward, overlooking the crowd downstairs, and was about to let people come out to fight, only to hear Ren Zhen's voice sound again.Ren Zhen didn't plan to stay on the second floor at all, just took a sip of wine, and continued to walk towards the third floor, without even looking at Yuan Tiangang."
Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink pipa, urge immediately" This is Wang Han drinking, drinking red wine, drunk on the field."
Less pleasure tonight, sit up and open the bottle" This is Liu Zongyuan drinking, drinking poetry and sake, drunk is leisurely.Ren Zhen did not pause, and recited these two poems one after another, in one go.When the poem was completed, he happened to have climbed to the third floor, and once again raised the wine jar and poured a sip, and the strong wine splashed on the placket of his chest, wetting a large piece, revealing a bit of heroic spirit.Everyone downstairs looked up, staring up at the figure on the third floor in a daze, shocked and speechless.Not only can he chant quatrains, but he also writes poems at a terrifying speed, without thinking at all.In just a snap of his fingers, he has given three poems in a row, and he has not lost the level of poetry, it is simply a genius Yuan Tiangang's face was embarrassed, he never thought that such a scene would occur, and he began to wonder if the person sent to Xiling was mistaken, so amazing, it was really that mediocre and cowardly wine dealer They were immersed in a stunned mood, at this time, Ren Zhen's footsteps on the stairs continued to sound.He was going upstairs again, Ren Zhen's cheeks were red, his eyes were a little confused, and he sneered.It's just the third floor, how can it be worth mentioning "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky" Look, the poet fairy Li Bai is finally here."
The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars" Li Bai squandered gold like dirt and floated a big white."
Thousands of poor and sorrowful, 300 glasses of fine wine" Li Baijiu entered the good state, drank 300 cups, and began to get drunk.After three more poems, Ren Zhen stepped onto the fourth floor.Due to the obstruction of vision, many talents on the first floor can no longer see their figures, and can only hear the long howl of indulgence when they are drunk, looking at the ocean in vain and sighing, unable to look at their backs."
If there are poets and immortals in the world, it's nothing more than that" The Taixue disciples all smiled wryly and glanced at each other, full of melancholy and helplessness.The opponent upstairs was outrageously strong, even if they really rushed up to win by numerical advantage regardless of their face, they would not be able to win.Tonight's events are spread, and the world has its own public opinion, and there will be another romance in the future.Blowing water Hou Zhen is Ren Zhen who is also independent of the gods, and his drunkenness is gradually surging, and he has long been free of those young people in his eyes, and he doesn't even take Dou Shi to heart.It's not the other people he wants to win, it's the good times.There is wine today and drunk today, it is rare to have this opportunity, if you don't vent it quickly, what is the point of living in the world He carried the wine jar and continued to climb.Regardless of whether it is high and cold, go up first and say, "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky" If you drink alcohol and chant poetry, how can you miss Su Dongpo's water tune song head."
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio" If you talk about drinking alone, who can compare to the loneliness under the white moon.The tower has nine floors, eight rounds of fighting poems, a total of 36 songs.Ren Zhen held the wine jar in his hand, chanting and walking, and these famous poems gushed out of his mouth, like the Yangtze River, gushing endlessly.A pot of wine is exhausted, and a person stands on the top of the tower, and the reputation of this night is achieved, which is destined to shake the ancient and modern.There were poets and immortals in the Northern Tang Dynasty, who were left behind and independent.Standing in the fierce wind at the top of the tower, looking down at the vast Chang'an under the night, Ren Zhen took a deep breath, intoxicated by this feeling and artistic conception of being immortal, and was happy and self-sufficient.Tonight's wine is worth it.He held his head high, his voice was clear, and under the bright moonlight, the white clothes fluttered."
Cai Hou fights wine and poems a hundred, and sleeps alone on the Linglong Tower.The Son of Heaven did not come to the palace, claiming that the minister was a fairy in wine":