The Prodigal Son

In the seventh round, it was Qin Yu's turn again.

The students from the Faculty of Arts numbly picked up their wine cups.

Drink up!

I think I am unlucky!

"Only the peony is truly a national beauty; when it blooms, it stirs the capital!"

Qin Yu suddenly spoke.

"puff!"

Yang Jichun spat out the wine he had just drunk.

Su Zhen's hand, which was about to bring the wine to his lips, suddenly stopped.

The assembled officials were taken aback and looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.

This……

"I don't think this line is in any of Da Ning's existing poetry collections, is it?"

"Could this have been done by Qin Yu himself?"

"Could he really write such poetry?"

The courtiers were in an uproar, with many expressing their doubts.

This sentence is much better than the one Lü Si used to win the championship!

Could it be that Qin Yu really has poetic talent?

Is it simply that he disdains to contend with Lü Si?

The Empress Dowager's eyes suddenly lit up. "Luan'er, these verses must have been written by Qin Yu himself, right?"

"Most likely!"

Zhao Luan smiled, "I knew it, I knew Qin Yu had no good intentions!"

"Oh?" The Empress Dowager asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Zhao Luan smiled, "My daughter guesses that Qin Yu wants everyone to finish reciting the poems they can before he really pushes them. Then, those who can't keep up will just have to drink! He wants to get everyone drunk!"

"Have you recited almost all the poems you could think of?"

The Empress Dowager pondered, "If he wants to get everyone drunk, then he'll be the only one left to compose poetry!"

In fact, there are many poems about peonies, but the words "peony" do not appear in the poems.

It's not difficult to compose one or two poems yourself.

But if you want to get everyone drunk, how many poems would you have to write?

Does Qin Yu really have this ability?

Zhao Luan smiled faintly, her eyes lowered, "The show has only just begun, let's continue watching!"

The Empress Dowager nodded and began to watch the battle with great interest.

The eighth round begins.

Cui Zhi, Lü Si, and the others readily admitted defeat.

When it was Shangguan Youyi's turn, he immediately composed a poem in response.

"Who planted the peony tree, standing tall and graceful in the eastern garden? When spring arrives, the flowers are in full bloom, and butterflies dance amidst the rich fragrance."

Shangguan Youyi's poem naturally won widespread acclaim.

After a few people passed by, it was Qin Yu's turn.

"The red peony before the steps is saddened; as evening falls, only two withered branches remain."

It's connected!

Qin Yu continued!

It's a poem I've never heard before!

It was Qin Yu's doing again!

Ninth round, tenth round...

The ensuing battle gradually turned into a fight between Qin Yu and Shangguan Youyi.

Only occasionally, after catching their breath, can someone produce a poem that is barely passable.

"Who doesn't love the peony, which monopolizes all the beauty of the city?"

Gradually, Shangguan Youyi also found himself struggling to keep up.

Shangguan Youyi changed her strategy. As long as someone could take over and the game could continue, she would simply concede defeat to gain a moment's respite.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Luan was also forced to drink several cups of wine.

In fact, Qin Yu was also somewhat overwhelmed.

But he's shameless!

Isn't modification just drastic alteration?

The spring breeze made Qin Yu a little tipsy.

In a daze, he seemed to see the great talents of Chinese history beckoning to him.

He inherited the glorious tradition of time travelers copying poems.

The spirits of many great figures, including Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, and Liu Zongyuan, seemed to possess him at this moment!

He abandoned all pretense of dignity and, with the shamelessness of a time traveler, completed a series of nonsensical and distorted rewrites of various classic ancient poems.

At this moment, he was not fighting alone!

He is not alone!

He's like a great player who only has eyes for the opponent's goal; he has only one objective in his mind!

Don't get drunk!

Kill Zhao Luan!

"The late spring sun shines brightly on the beautiful landscape, and the spring breeze carries the fragrance of peonies."

Thirteen rounds.

"The white snow, however, dislikes the lateness of spring, so it adorns the courtyard trees like peonies."

Fourteen wheels.

One sentence after another.

Qin Yu, somewhat carried away, went completely berserk.

Under Qin Yu's fierce attack, everyone was utterly defeated.

Everyone drank from one cup after another.

As the drinking progressed, many people lost track of what the alcohol tasted like.

At this moment, all the bigwigs wanted to do was drink a toast to themselves, fueled by the alcohol.

That's fucking brilliant!

Fortunately, they had enough pride and didn't have the nerve to go and do it themselves!

Otherwise, it would be too humiliating if so many high-ranking officials of the court were to be defeated by Qin Yu alone!

Lu Si and the most seriously injured members of the Ministry of Justice were so weak that they could not even sit up, and were like rotten mud.

All the ministers looked at Qin Yu, their eyes filled with pleading.

Xue Chengdao, the Minister of War who was relatively close to Qin Yu, wailed repeatedly, "Stop reading it, my little ancestor! I can't take it anymore..."

However, Qin Yu, who had gone mad with killing, didn't care about any of that.

Today we must fight that she-devil to the death!

Let's see who gets whom drunk!

Two more rounds passed, and apart from those from the Imperial Household Department and the Academy of Literature, almost no one was still able to hold their positions.

At this moment, even Zhao Luan, who usually has a low alcohol tolerance, was starting to feel the effects.

Zhao Luan was both distressed and shocked.

She had Shangguan make preparations in advance!

Even so, Shangguan was still utterly defeated!

That bastard is really something!

Zhao Luan shook her head, then quickly gave Shangguan Youyi a look, signaling her to stop the competition.

"The lonely courtyard is empty as spring draws to a close; peonies bloom all over the ground, but the gate remains closed."

"While the flowers of April have faded in the human world, the peonies in the garden are just beginning to bloom."

bombing!

Qin Yu continued his relentless bombardment, glancing at Zhao Luan out of the corner of his eye.

"Stop! Stop..."

Zhao Luan couldn't hold on any longer and quickly called for Qin Yu to stop.

"Children run after yellow butterflies, which fly into the peonies and cannot be found."

"Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, one can admire all the peonies in a single day."

However, Qin Yu pretended to be completely drunk and unrestrained, showing no intention of stopping.

The drinking games never stop, and the drinking never stops!

You were right, Your Majesty!

"Lord Qin, His Majesty has ordered a halt!"

Yun Ying rushed to Qin Yu's side and covered his mouth with her hand.

We can't let him continue reading!

If you keep reading, His Majesty will get so drunk he'll die!

Under Yun Ying's absolute control, Qin Yu finally shut up.

At this moment, all the ministers were completely dumbfounded.

"Dad, hurry up and write two more poems for me. I... I need to shut this bastard down..."

Lu Si collapsed beside Lu Chunqiu, drunkenly pushing the completely intoxicated Lu Chunqiu while muttering things he himself couldn't understand.

However, Lü Chunqiu ignored him like a dead dog.

Looking at the crowd of people who were all drunk, the Empress Dowager was both annoyed and amused.

That bastard!

They really got everyone drunk!

It's a good thing I didn't get involved, otherwise I would definitely have been drunk too!

However, this Qin Yu is truly talented.

He can actually write so many poems!

Moreover, every sentence is catchy and easy to remember.

Especially the opening line, "Only the peony is truly a national beauty; when it blooms, it stirs the capital," really appealed to her!

Unexpectedly!

The good-for-nothing playboy in everyone's eyes is actually a hidden genius!

From this day forward, Qin Yu will likely be famous throughout the land!

As she pondered this, the Empress Dowager's gaze fell upon Lü Si, who was still smiling like a fool.

That bastard!

They actually dared to deceive me!

I had thought he would really start to work hard after he got the official position!

In the end, he was just trying to fool me with a poem written by his father!

The Empress Dowager slowly rose and instructed her attendants, "Help all the drunkards to the east courtyard to rest, and brew some hangover soup for them! Someone, take back Lü Si's waist token, and hang him upside down to sober him up!"

"yes!"

The attendant accepted the order.

Qin Yu heard this and immediately felt schadenfreude.

Yes, the Empress Dowager is quite good.

I will learn to apply what I've learned!

Unfortunately, Qin Yu's gloating didn't last long before he was helped away.

Qin Yu got a little tipsy, pretended to be drunk, and raised his voice to unleash a new skill.

The ear-piercing sound was deafening!

"Ah, Peony, you have more than the Fourth Ring Road..."

amount……

wrong!

She sang with a split!

"Ah...peony, the most vibrant of all flowers..."

Amidst Qin Yu's demonic chanting, Lü Si was hung upside down like a dead dog.

"Let me go!"

"My aunt is the Empress Dowager, and my cousin is the Empress..."

"open……"

Lu Si kept shouting, and the Empress Dowager wished she could go up and slap him twice.

On the other side, Zhao Luan was also helped to a room to rest.

Although Zhao Luan wasn't drunk yet, she was completely intoxicated.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to stay awake, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Before her eyes closed completely, she seemed to see Qin Yu's sullen face appear in front of her, mocking her in a cheeky manner.

It's as if it's saying: Your Majesty, are you already failing?

asshole!

I'm not done with you yet!

A thought flashed through Zhao Luan's mind, and she fell into a deep sleep...