Chapter 261 True Gemini
"Drink, drink, drink. All you know is drinking! Drink until you die, you son of a bitch!"
"If you get really drunk and your poetry collides with mine, I'll kill you, you idiot!"
Mei Cheng'an was so upset that he couldn't help but curse in his heart as he shook the wine jug which was only half full of wine.
Everyone in the hall was stunned by Fan Xian's sudden heroism.
There was silence for a moment.
It was Eunuch Hou, who had served Emperor Qing for many years, who reacted quickly. He was even a little excited.
"Master Fan, if you want to write a poem, I would be willing to copy it for you!"
Fan Xian laughed heartily, with great generosity.
"Okay! Thank you, Eunuch Hou."
Fan Xian's words confirmed everyone's guess. He really was going to compose a poem on the spot. Emperor Qing waved his hand with great interest in his eyes.
Eunuch Hou immediately led a group of eunuchs to begin various preparations and arrangements behind Fan Xian.
After a while, several tables, cushions, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were ready, and Eunuch Hou and several literate eunuchs were also in their places.
Guo Youzhi, who had already returned to his seat, spoke sarcastically to Fan Xian, who was drinking freely and happily in public.
"Master Fan, do you want to write two or three more poems temporarily to prove that they were all seen from the fairyland?"
However, no one in the hall laughed this time. The same joke would no longer be funny if told too many times.
Moreover, both Fan Xian's behavior and his response to the previous laughter were far beyond their expectations.
There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. It was so abnormal that not only could they not laugh, they even had some expectations of Fan Xian.
Fan Xian gulped down the wine, lowered his arm holding the wine barrel, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took two twisted steps forward and stopped in front of Guo Youzhi, turning his head to look at him with a grin.
"Master Guo has something, hiccup~ I don't know, then, that memory is engraved in my mind like a knife or an axe.
I remember every word I've ever seen, every book I've ever read, exactly as it is. "
After saying that, he picked up the wine barrel again and started drinking.
Guo Youzhi was amused by his words. It was simply a fairy tale, as if everyone had never had a dream.
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
Guo Baokun behind him snorted with laughter.
"I'm afraid he's gotten so angry that he's started talking nonsense!"
Fan Xian put down the wine barrel, pointed his index finger at the father and son, and shook it left and right without saying a word, just giggling.
Only when the smiles on the father and son's faces froze and they felt ashamed being looked at by the people around them, did Fan Xian let go of his hand.
Fan Xian staggered forward a few steps, climbed a few steps, then turned around and sat down on the top step.
A wine barrel with a lot of wine left in it smashed heavily to the ground with a bang, but fortunately it was of good quality and did not break.
Fan Xian's body was pulled sideways by the wine barrel and he fell directly onto the platform.
"Oh my god."
With his left leg propped up and his right leg casually placed on the steps, Fan Xian lay on the ground with his arms outstretched, feeling inexplicably comfortable.
If there weren't so many people around watching him and waiting for him in the hall, he really wanted to take a nap.
Unfortunately, it’s not possible as he has other things to do. He just needs to relax for a while. Fortunately, no one is urging him.
Mei Cheng'an, who was sitting in the hall, glanced at him, curled his lips and shook his head helplessly, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Alas, the young people nowadays drink without restraint, without considering the occasion, and fall asleep immediately. It really shows how morals are going downhill.
After resting for a while, Fan Xian propped up his arms and looked down at the platform.
"Eunuch Hou, are you ready?"
Eunuch Hou cried out.
"It's already ready, just waiting for you."
Fan Xian laughed twice.
"Hahaha, okay, here I come, listen carefully."
After saying this, he leaned his body slightly to the left, slowly pointed his right hand to the sky, his eyes became more serious, and he shouted at the top of his voice.
"Don't you see! The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky!"
Put your hands down and move them slowly from left to right, without any fingers idle.
"Run to the sea, never return!"
Everyone here is a scholar. Not only are they good at writing poetry, but everyone is equally good at appreciating poetry.
Fan Xian just read out one sentence, and this one sentence alone shocked the whole room with applause!
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they listened attentively for fear of missing any word, including Zhuang Mohan!
Fan Xian continued. He put down his arms, closed his eyes and continued to roar in a deep voice.
"Don't you see! The mirror in the hall is sad for the white hair!"
"In the morning, the hair is black, and in the evening, it is white."
“In life, when you are happy, you must enjoy it to the fullest!”
"Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty!"
"I was born with talent, and I will be useful!"
"All my money, I will give it back to you!"
"Good! Good words!"
Xin Qiwu was so excited that he couldn't help but shout "good" and clapped a few times. Hearing His Majesty's "tut" and noticing everyone's angry glares, Xin Qiwu shrank his neck and covered his mouth with his hands while swaying back and forth.
The people around him, including Emperor Qing, thought that Fan Xian's lyrics were not well written and he should not have applauded.
On the contrary, everyone thought the poem couldn't be better, but they were afraid that he would interrupt Fan Xian's train of thought.
Everyone held their breath and listened carefully.
Fortunately, Fan Xian was not affected at all. After reciting a poem, he sat up completely and another poem followed.
"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end?"
"How much do we know about the past?"
"How much sorrow can you have?"
"Just like a river of spring water, flowing eastward!"
He picked up the wine barrel and chanted it. When he was done, he wiped his mouth, then sat on the steps with his arms around the wine barrel and continued chanting with his eyes closed.
"When will the bright moon come?"
"Haha, let's drink and ask the sky!"
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?"
"I want to go back with the wind!"
"I am afraid that the jade buildings and palaces~"
"It's so cold up there!"
"Dance, clear the shadows."
"How is it like, in the human world!"
Everyone was fascinated by the poem, and the eldest princess was no exception. This poem simply touched her heart. How could it be written so well?
At this moment, the princess understood. No wonder that brat Mei Chengan agreed so readily. It seemed that he had known it for a long time!
The princess stared blankly at Fan Xian who was still outputting and felt numb. No, he, he really was good at it!
……
"When I'm drunk, I look at the sword by lamplight!"
"Back from the dream, the horn is blown to the camp!"
"Eight hundred miles, all under my command!"
"Fifty strings are turning, the sound from beyond the Great Wall!"
"Battlefield! Autumn! Recruitment! Soldiers!"
……
Tons tons tons~
"Ah, that feels good!"
"Well... I wish to be a pair of lovebirds in the sky."
"I wish to be like two intertwined branches on earth."
"I don't have the wings of a phoenix to fly together."
"We are in sync, one click, one connection!"
"..."
"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends!"
"Who in the world! I don't know you!"
"..."
"The country is destroyed, but the mountains and rivers remain!"
"In the spring of the city, the grass and trees are lush!"
"When feeling the time, the flowers shed tears!"
"Hate to leave, birds are frightened!"
"..."
"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone."
"..."
"Ten years of life and death, both are uncertain!"
"If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."
"A thousand miles of lonely graves, nowhere to go, words are desolate."
"Even if we meet, we won't recognize each other."
"The face is covered with dust, and the hair is like frost."
"..."
"Withered vines, old trees, and crows."
"Small bridge, flowing water, and people."
"..."
"The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and I have known the scenery before."
"Sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and in spring the river is as green as blue."
"How can I not miss Jiangnan?"
"..."
……
After reciting forty or fifty poems in one breath in this unrestrained and free manner, Fan Xian suddenly stopped.
Under the gaze of everyone, Fan Xian slowly and shakily stood up, looked around with drunken eyes, and grinned foolishly.
"First, reciting poetry by yourself is so dry, it always feels a little off. Wait a minute, I thought of something fun, hehe."
After saying this, Fan Xian picked up the wine barrel with one hand, swayed back to his seat and sat down.
He was so drunk that his body control was extremely poor, and as expected, he fell backwards again.
Fortunately, he had a tight grip, and although some wine spilled out after the wine barrel fell to the ground with a bang, it did not fall over.
Mei Cheng'an looked at Fan Xian who was trying hard to sit up straight, and stroked his brow speechlessly. Oh, this guy is really unbearable to look at.
Everyone in the hall just watched him show off quietly, but no one dared to disturb him. Everyone was looking forward to it.
Mei Cheng'an was no exception. He was also curious about what Fan Xian was planning to do, but this was not in the drama.
Amid everyone's anticipation, Fan Xian finally straightened his body, but not facing forward, but sitting cross-legged facing Mei Chengan.
He picked up the wine barrel, drank a few gulps, and then recited a poem.
"No birds fly away from the thousands of mountains!"
After saying this, he slammed the wine barrel in front of him and pointed at Mei Chengan.
"You take the next sentence!"
Mei Cheng'an was drinking wine, and he spat it out when he heard it. Then he looked at Fan Xian in surprise and coughed several times.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem, what the hell? I, I take it?"
The other people in the hall were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up and they looked at Mei Chengan with burning gazes. Composing poems on the spot?
Hiss~ It’s fun, fun, really interesting!
Emperor Qing even let out a "hey", crossed his arms on the table with shining eyes, stretched his neck to look down, and at this moment he didn't care about his manners.
The eldest princess and Zhuang Mohan were fine as they had just the right angle to see, but the crown prince and the second prince had a hard time turning their heads to see.
The second prince simply stood up and stood beside the platform. The crown prince, not wanting to be left behind, also stood up and walked to the edge of the platform, standing side by side with him.
The second prince folded his arms and glanced at the crown prince, but said nothing. He quickly shifted his gaze to the center of the vortex to watch the show.
The commotion on the stage was just as intense as that off stage.
First, Xin Qiwu carried the cushion and moved his position directly to Mei Chengan. Then Guo Baokun felt that it was not enough to watch, so he carried the wine pot and wine glass to the pillar, behind Mei Chengan.
The ministers on his left and right, including those from Northern Qi, followed suit, leaving their seats and gathering together.
Everyone formed a circle around Mei Chengan and Fan Xian.
A man's name is like a tree's shadow. No one doubts whether today's greatest talent can live up to it.
Everyone is looking forward to what kind of sparks the legendary twin stars can create and what kind of masterpieces they can produce.
Mei Cheng'an noticed the burning gazes around him, looked around and twitched his mouth.
What are you doing? Why are you getting so close to me? Did I agree to this? You are trying to force me into prostitution, right?
Fan Xian said with a wicked smile.
"Hehe, you heard it right, it's you who's going to take over. It's so boring for me to read alone, and you're free anyway, why don't you join us for some fun.
It would be so fun for us to have a poetry relay game. Look how much everyone is looking forward to it, my friend, come on, come on."
"..."
Mei Cheng'an was speechless. What was going on? He had no intention of getting involved in this matter and was not mentally prepared at all.
Of course, he knew Fan Xian too well.
He knew that Fan Xian was embarrassed to monopolize those beautiful nouns and sentences that were their common property.
At the same time, he also knew that this was Fan Xian's good intention. He didn't want him to be overshadowed by the others, so he wanted to share some of the glory with him.
Although he didn't care.
No matter what the reason is, now that things have come to this, it would be a bit of a letdown if he refused.
The atmosphere is already like this, we have to take the call.
Besides, this is really interesting, isn't it?
What's wrong with participating?
After thinking about it, Mei Chengan felt relieved and regained his calm attitude. He glanced at Fan Xian and then spoke.
"I haven't been to that wonderland."
Upon hearing this, the onlookers all laughed softly. The idea of fairyland was so illusory that no one really took it seriously.
Mei Chengan's remark at this time had the most ironic effect, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more cheerful.
Fan Xian glared at his fellow villager who was trying to rip him off.
"Just take up the poem, why are you talking so much nonsense? Stop it!"
Mei Chengan smiled.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it. Repeat the first sentence again."
This is promised. It’s coming. The exciting things are coming.
Everyone held their breath, looking forward to it!
Fan Xian's face looked better.
"That's more like it. Um, what was the first sentence?"
"No birds fly away from the thousands of mountains."
"No birds fly away from the thousands of mountains."
"No birds fly away from the thousands of mountains."
Those with good memory reminded each other one by one.
Fan Xian looked around and smiled.
"Now you understand clearly, answer it."
Mei Cheng'an nodded, his eyes showing thought, and reached out to pour himself some wine, but Xin Qiwu on a plate took the lead and picked up the wine pot to pour him some wine.
"I'll do it, I'll do the pouring. Cheng'an, just think about the next sentence."
Mei Chengan took the wine glass he handed over with a smile, said thank you, drank it in one gulp, and then pressed the glass heavily on the table.
Following a snap, Mei Chengan spoke.
"Every trace of people is wiped out!"
As soon as this sentence came out, combined with the previous sentence, a sense of desolation and bleakness came over them, and everyone's eyes lit up. What a wonderful thing!
Fan Xian shook his head.
"A lonely boat, an old man in a straw raincoat and hat."
Mei Cheng'an picked up the refilled wine glass and placed it to his lips.
"Fishing alone, in the cold river and snow!"
After he finished reading, the hall fell into silence. You were speechless, he was speechless, no one cheered, no one applauded, everyone was savoring the artistic conception of the poem.
The poetry chain game is not difficult, as most people in the hall have played it. What is rare is that the poems played together, from the level and tone to the rhyme, from the meaning to the artistic conception, all seem to be integrated, as if they were written by one person.
This is not something that ordinary people can do! They are indeed the twin stars of the literary world, so amazing!
Mei Cheng'an finished the wine in the glass with a curled mouth, and this time put it gently on the table.
With a fiery look in his eyes, Xin Qiwu decisively refilled his glass of wine, and after that he excitedly gave Mei Chengan a thumbs up.
Fan Xian laughed, picked up the wine barrel, took a swig, and put it down.
"That's great! Hahaha, come again!"
"Well... I have it. I advise you not to be stingy with your golden dress."
Mei Cheng'an held the wine glass and thought for a while. This time he was really thinking. His memory of poetry was not as flawed as Fan Xian's.
Fortunately, after thinking for a moment, he really remembered it. Mei Chengan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He almost fell down.
Damn it, please don't do these unpopular things, okay? Mei Cheng'an waited for a glance at Fan Xian and then spoke softly.
"I advise you to cherish your youth!"
Fan Xian smiled awkwardly and touched his nose. He would definitely do it next time.
"When flowers are in bloom, they must be picked."
Mei Chengan responded to this sentence much faster.
"Don't wait until there are no flowers left to break branches."
……
Fan Xian: "A loving mother holds the thread in her hands."
Mei Chengan: "The clothes on the wanderer's body."
Fan Xian: "Sew tightly before leaving."
Mei Chengan: "I'm afraid you'll be late!"
Fan Xian: "Who says that grass has a heart of its own?"
Mei Chengan: "Repay the kindness of my parents!"
……
Fan Xian: "Raise a glass to the bright moon."
Mei Chengan: "The shadows make three people."
……
Fan Xian: "Who first saw the moon by the river?"
Mei Cheng'an: "When did the moon on the river first shine on people?"
……
Fan Xian: "The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds."
Mei Chengan: "A lonely city surrounded by ten thousand-foot-high mountains!"
……
Fan Xian: "Autumn has always been a time of sadness and loneliness."
Mei Chengan: "I say autumn is better than spring."
……
Fan Xian: "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City."
Mei Cheng'an: "The bell rings at midnight on the passenger ship."
……
Fan Xian: "The empty mountain after the rain."
Mei Chengan: "The weather is turning to autumn late."
……
Fan Xian: "This feeling can be turned into a memory."
Mei Chengan: "But I was already at a loss at that time..."
"..."
"..."
Fan Xian: "Since ancient times, everyone has to die."
After Mei Cheng'an finished a glass of wine, his eyes were a little tipsy. In such a short while, he and Fan Xian had exchanged dozens of poems and had drunk five pots of wine!
Including the previous one, he drank a total of eight pots. This is not ordinary beer, but a high-proof craft beer.
It was inconvenient for him to use his internal energy to dispel the drunkenness in the hall. Mei Cheng'an only felt dizzy and saw double images of everyone.
Putting down the wine glass, Mei Chengan rested his arms on the table, supported his body and waved his hands randomly.
"But, hiccup~ That's enough, let's stop here, I need to take a break."
Fan Xian hugged the wine barrel, feeling dazed.
"Hehe, if you don't answer it, I'll answer it myself, hiccup~ and leave my loyalty to history!"
After finishing the last sentence with his eyes closed, Fan Xian opened his eyes with a silly smile, shook his head and was about to stand up.
The empty wine barrel rolled from his arms to the ground. Fan Xian, who was deeply drunk, tried several times before he could barely stand up.
Someone wanted to go up and help him, but he refused, waving his hands with his big tongue sticking out.
"Ouch, don't move, no, don't!"
He staggered to the platform, climbed up the stairs using his hands and feet, and lay down again, panting heavily.
After reciting two or three poems alone.
"Hehe, there are no ancient people in front of me!"
"After that, hahahaha, no one is coming."
"Think of the vastness of the universe~"
"I was alone and sad, and tears fell..."
"Hou, Eunuch Hou, huh~ How many songs have you written? Over a hundred?"
Fan Xian asked while lying on the ground with a dazed look in his eyes.
Fortunately, the hall was extremely quiet at this time, so Eunuch Hou didn't have time to hear clearly. Upon hearing this, Eunuch Hou smiled bitterly with his wrist shaking.
"Oh, Master Fan, including the work you and Master Xiaomei have done together, the total has already exceeded a hundred!"
"Okay, then."
Fan Xian murmured in an inaudible voice.
Emperor Qing glanced at Fan Xian, who was lying on the ground mumbling something, and curled the corners of his mouth.
Looking around the hall, Emperor Qing waved his hand and signaled his ministers to return to their seats.
We've seen enough fun, why are we still gathering together?
Guo Baokun staggered back to his seat.
Xin Qiwu asked in a concerned voice before leaving.
"Cheng'an, are you okay?"
Mei Cheng'an turned his head to look at him and smiled.
"I feel much better after a while. Lord Xin, please return to your seat."
"Hey, okay."
Xin Qiwu put down the wine pot and went back.
Mei Cheng'an picked up the newly brought full pot of wine and moved it aside. He supported the table with his left arm, put his palm on his face and faced the podium. He closed his eyes, thinking that it shouldn't be a big problem if he got rid of the drunkenness a little.
After a while, a not very strong smell of alcohol slowly began to drift from Mei Chengan's body to the surroundings.
Fortunately, everyone present had drunk some wine, so no one thought the smell was bad and no one was alarmed.
Guo Baokun had just listened to the two people's poetry competition at close range, savoring the poems and tasting the wine. He was a little drunk at this moment.
His cheeks flushed, he spoke with a drunken smile.
"There is no such thing as a fairyland in this... world, haha."
……
I’m afraid you will say that my writing is boring, so there is another chapter to come, but it will be a little later.
(End of this chapter)
