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Chapter 782 Wine and Poetry

A great Confucian, among all the countries, is a high-ranking existence. At this time, he bowed his head to Yang Chen and called himself Xiaosheng, which shocked many Confucianists.

Yang Chen accepted it calmly, and ordered the White-headed Confucian to step back, but the Bai-headed Confucianist didn't dare to say anything, so he naturally stepped back and stood there, not daring to sit down.

"Your Majesty, today is a feast hosted by His Majesty, so don't neglect the proud sons of all nations."

"As for me, His Majesty just treats me as an ordinary citizen of Great Zhou."

The Emperor of Great Zhou secretly smiled in his heart. Yang Chen, the sage of the world, can rival the existence of Great Confucianism in terms of Confucianism and Taoism. Can he treat such a great existence as an ordinary citizen of Great Zhou?
Of course not!

It's just that since Yang Chen said this, even if the Emperor of the Great Zhou had some thoughts in his mind, he didn't dare to refute Yang Chen's words in public, he just smiled.

Order the servants in the main hall to bring melons, fruits, vegetables, and luminous cups of fine wine.

In addition, there is a beautiful dancer who dances gracefully to the sound of melodious music, presenting a moving dance for everyone.

Scholars drinking and having fun are different from other people. Whenever there is good wine, they need poetry to add to the fun. But now that there are sages present, many people understand that no matter how beautiful the poems they write, they cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with the sages of the world .

They all know that Yang Chen, the sage of the world, has been devastated and unstoppable since his rise. Every poem he wrote is a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages.

Even if they prepare such a famous poem for a long time, keep deliberating, and spend their whole lives, they may not be able to write a poem that can be passed down through the ages.

"Since it's drinking and having fun, how can there be no famous articles handed down from generation to generation? Everyone is the pride of the heavens of all countries. They are quick-witted, and the articles are beautiful. They just want to show their great talents."

Yang Chen stood up first, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it in one gulp, very boldly, "Nowadays, there are delicious food, singing and dancing, why not use the wine in your hand as the theme, and everyone can make some poems and songs at will to help the wine. I will throw bricks to attract jade, and I will make a song first, and everyone is free to do so."

After drinking, Yang Chen took a few steps, closed his eyes and meditated, thinking about which poem was more suitable for the current occasion.

Just now he acted to frighten scholars from all over the world, captured the most talented person in the world, Bai Yiqing, and paid him to rejuvenate the country. He was majestic and mighty, which made everyone feel uneasy and fearful of himself.

Now, I still need to liven up the atmosphere, lest everyone fear me too much.

"Have it!"

Yang Chen finally remembered that there was a poem that was very suitable for today's occasion. He took a step forward and started to recite it. Every time he took a step, he recited a sentence.

Poetry is completed in four steps!
"Tulips in the fine wine from Lanling, and amber light from the jade bowl. But the owner can make the guest drunk, and I don't know where is another land."

Poetry in four steps!

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Chen just drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and wrote poems in four steps.

And it's a great poem.

As soon as this poem was uttered, it was full of talent and a little bit of aura, but this aura of talent was absorbed by the white jade willow tree condensed by Yang Chen.

The proud son of all nations, after listening to Yang Chen's poem, the thought of competing with Yang Chen was suddenly extinguished, and his face turned pale.

This is a poem that has never appeared in this world~!

This is a famous piece that is enough to be passed down through the ages!
This is a peerless poem that Yang Chen made with his own hands!

Easy to do, it is a classic.

Such a great talent, who can rival?

The faces of scholars from all over the world turned pale.

Facing Yang Chen, they all lost confidence in front of poetry.

However, they believed that even if Yang Chen had a peerless talent, he could write one classic, and he could continue to write several classics.

You know, every classic handed down from generation to generation will exhaust your mind!
"Nice poem!"

"One more song!"

Everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the meaning contained in each other's eyes from each other's eyes, and they booed in unison.

The sage Yang Chen's soul thoughts are so powerful and sharp. The fact that everyone is looking at each other has already been reflected in their hearts very clearly.

However, he didn't expose it.

He also wanted to use this opportunity to make his reputation famous all over the world.

"Okay, since everyone likes it, I'll make a fool of myself. One more song, another one, even if it's ten or a hundred!"

"Give me wine, serve good wine, and write a poem for every glass of wine you drink!"

Yang Chen was so proud!

Don't be afraid!

He has the good fortune jade butterfly as the backing, not to mention ten, hundreds, even tens of millions of poems.

The Sitting Son of Heaven was a little worried!
I feel that Yang Chen, the sage of the world, spoke too much.

There are ten or a hundred poems about wine, and they are good poems. It is definitely not that easy to make. If you can't make such a big talk, you will definitely laugh at the generous family.

Scholars from all over the world, their eyes lit up, they became unrestrained, and each of them was holding wine, and wanted to serve Yang Chen. Splash, fragrance all over the place.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, call it immediately. Jun Moxiao, who is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Another poem was read out of Yang Chen's mouth, and talent was born. The aura was condensed and absorbed by the white jade willow branches. The people nearby had already memorized Yang Chen's poem with pens and paper.

Taking another step, he took a glass of wine from another person, raised his head and drank it again, laughing out loud, as if he was crazy.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Toast to invite the moon, and the shadow becomes three people. The moon can't drink, and the shadow follows me. I will accompany the moon and the shadow for a while. The pleasure must wait until the spring. I sing the moon and wander, My dancing shadow is chaotic. When I wake up, I have sex with each other. After I am drunk, I will be separated.
Yang Chen recited aloud, and when the poem was completed, there was a shocking moonlight, which passed through the crystal wall of the small thousand world, and landed on the sky above Yang Chen's head, and the white jade willow tree emerged, taking this moonlight away.

"Moon Invitation Poetry!"

"Another poem inviting the moon, worthy of being a talented scholar who invites the moon, the poem becomes an invitation to the bright moon!"

Yang Chen ignored it, took the third step, took a glass of wine, drank it again, and chanted loudly, "If you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, it will rush to the sea and never return; The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don’t let the golden cup be empty to the moon. I am born to be useful. When all the gold is gone, I will come back. Cooking and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Xiao Fei'er, all the scholars, you are about to drink, don't stop. Let me sing a song with you, please listen to me. The bells, drums, and jade are not expensive. I hope I won't wake up after being drunk. The ancient sages are lonely, only The drinker keeps his name. In the old days, King Chen had a feast of banquets, and fought with thousands of wines. Why did the master say that he has little money, and he must sell it to the king. Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold fur, Hu'er will be exchanged for fine wine, Together with you, we will eliminate the eternal sorrow."

(End of this chapter)