A glass of wine to strengthen your mood

After entering, I saw that this location was actually right next to the Qintan River, with a pavilion several miles long built and divided into several sections.

 As soon as Lin Wanrong entered, a servant took him to the pavilion, presented him with tea cups and cakes, and bowed to leave. The reception was not bad, Lin Wanrong snorted secretly, picked up a piece of pastry and chewed it.

 This long pavilion is built along the river and is entirely made of bamboo. The Qintan River is sparkling and boats are flying, and the scenery is very charming. Sitting in the pavilion, with the sparkling water and gentle breeze, it feels very clean.

 Forty or fifty talented people have already gathered in this pavilion. They are all full of energy, extraordinary momentum, and feel good about themselves.

 Lin Wanrong grabbed an honest talented man next to him and said, "Brother, how will this poetry contest be competed?"

 "Brother, you don't know the rules of the poetry competition?" The talented man looked at him strangely and said, "This is quite interesting."

 "Well, I'm not good at writing. I just came in to see the rules. I don't care much about the rules. Please correct me. Oh, I'm in Xia Sanlin. I haven't asked my brother for his surname yet." Lin Wanrong hurriedly said. road.

 "My lord, Yan Shenghui. It turns out to be the third brother." Yan Shenghui nodded and said, "The rules are quite simple. In the pavilion, each group of ten people randomly selects a poem title. During the tea time, ten people write the same poem. Questions, the top two in each group will automatically advance. After the poems are written, those who feel they are not good enough can withdraw on their own. If there are any disputes, three well-known judges will make the decision. For the sake of fairness, these three judges will raise their cards individually. Only if all three of the disputants agree can they be promoted. Those who are promoted can take a flower boat into the Qintan River. That is where the real talents and celebrities gather."

 Auditions and judges? Lin Wanrong understood somewhat. This is equivalent to selecting the top players in each division and then advancing to the finals. Holy shit, this is a typical draft style, it's really simple and practical. Ten people do the same question. The competition is fair and there is no room for cheating.

 "The remaining losers will have another chance to be reorganized into the ten-man group for a rematch. However, if they are eliminated again, they will have no choice but to leave." Yan Sheng replied.

 This is the resurrection match. This girl Luo Ning is so talented that she can come up with such tricks. Lin Wanrong nodded: "This is fair. Oh, Brother Yan, have you passed the competition?"

 Yan Sheng smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest with you, Third Brother, I performed abnormally in the last round. I ranked third among ten people and lost the qualification to advance once. I am now waiting for the last chance."

 Number three out of ten? This ranking is really sad. Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly and said: "Brother Yan, don't be so worried. I believe you will advance in the next round."

 Lin Wanrong chatted with Na Yansheng for a while, and he was not very clear about the competition system after promotion. But the current level is the most important.

 Lin Wanrong laughed a few times in his heart, this poetry competition was going well, this girl Luo Ning. He also has some talent for hype.

 Sure enough, as Lin Wanrong imagined, the items used in the pavilion, even tables, chairs and benches, were all stamped with the symbol "Food is Immortal". The eliminated talents also received a souvenir specially made by the conference, an oil-paper umbrella sponsored by Shiweixian.

 With his ability, he was probably eliminated in the audition, so Lin Wanrong didn't care. Luo Ning only said to let him participate. But he didn't say that he was required to advance, so he just had to do his best. He sat there leisurely drinking a few cups of tea and dozing for a while. Seeing that the talents in front of him were almost promoted and eliminated, he took some time and gathered ten people together with Yan Shenghui. Go get in line.

 One of the ten people was sent to draw the test questions from this group. The man who drew the questions was so nervous that he was sweating profusely and almost walked unsteadily. Lin Wanrong looked at it and shook his head secretly. With this kind of psychological quality, he also came to participate in the draft?

 He remembered something, patted Yan Sheng in front of him and replied: "Brother Yan, I heard that Hou Yuebai, the most talented person in Jinling, also came to compete. Is it true?"

 Yan Sheng nodded and said: "Of course it is true. Mr. Hou is infatuated with Miss Luo. How could he miss this opportunity? He is also the favorite to win the poetry competition. But Mr. Hou is not in the same competition area as us. With his If you have the ability and can advance smoothly, that won't be a problem."

 I have long heard that Hou Yuebai studied hard behind closed doors. I don't know what skills he learned, but he dared to win the first prize. Immediately, Yan Sheng shook his head and said, "But I'm not optimistic about this young master."

 "Oh, why is this?" Lin Wanrong asked curiously.

 "This poetry competition, because Miss Luo is looking for a bride, can be said to be a gathering of talents from all over the world. Although Hou Yuebai is the number one talent in Jinling, the world is so big that there are many heroes, not to mention the provinces of Anhui and Zhejiang, and even the talents from the capital. There are too many to count, so he may not have a chance of winning. I heard that Prince Zhao Kangning, the eldest son of Prince Cheng, has a special liking for Miss Luo. He also participated in this poetry competition. With him participating, Mr. Hou has no hope of winning the first prize. ." Yan Sheng replied.

 This kid Zhao Kangning is also here, and my day is going to be lively. He wants to bow to me as a master when he sees me, hehe. But what exactly does Lao Luo want to do by setting up such a huge formation and gathering everyone's attention here? He glanced around, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and his expression suddenly changed. Oops, this old Luo is going to take action.

 With this idea, he felt excited and worried at the same time. Lao Luo is joking with everyone in the world. He uses your daughter to attract everyone's attention. He is sharpening his sword secretly. Damn it, you really dare to do anything.

 Yan Sheng looked back at the person who drew lots, and said slightly nervously: "Third brother, I only have this one chance, and I don't know if I can win."

 Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder and said: "Relax, Brother Yan, what is yours is always yours, no one can take it away. If it's not yours, you can't take it away."

 While he was talking, the man who drew lots had already picked out the title, tremblingly opened the paper ball, and said with a trembling voice: "Take spring and summer as, for, as the title, do, do, do one seven." !"

 Damn it, can you read it more smoothly? Lin Wanrong shook his head secretly and made Qijue with the theme of spring and summer. This thing was difficult for him. But it is not as unattainable as imagined.

 As soon as the title came out, the ten talented people got into action quickly. In ancient times, a poem was written in seven steps, although it was a bit exaggerated. But it is not so easy to compose a poem during a cup of tea.

 "Yes, yes, I have-" Yan Shenghui was the first to shout loudly. The other talented people were frightened when they heard this, and those who were not mentally fit were sweating profusely.

 "What are you arguing about?" A woman's voice came over, and it sounded a little familiar. Lin Wanrong raised his head and looked up, and saw an old woman sitting on the judges' bench, looking over here with an angry look on her face. Day. Why is it her? Lin Wanrong almost jumped up.

 "Hey, isn't this Mei University Chinese Studies? Why, you haven't returned to the capital yet? How are you recently? Have you gone to work in the fields again?" Lin Wanrong's thoughts were racing in his mind, but he was already smiling. road. Damn it, today was really unlucky. Not only did I get ripped off, but I also met a judge. She is still this perverted woman, my God, Miss Luo. You can't blame me.

 Mei Yanqiu was so tired from being the judge of this station that she didn't even notice Lin San beforehand. When she saw this person suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she was so frightened that she stood up from her chair and said in surprise: "You , you, what are you going to do?"

 "What to do?" Lin Wanrong said with a smile: "Don't you know this? You are here to participate in the poetry competition. You are the judge. Please take more care of me later."

 Hearing that he was here to participate in the poetry competition, Mei Yanqiu felt a little more energetic and said proudly: "That depends on whether you have the ability."

 "Don't you know my ability, Mei Da Guoxue?" Lin Wanrong squinted, slowly stretched out a finger, and said with a smile: "My hand is called Yiyang Finger, which is a unique skill passed down from my family. Mr. Mei also saw it with his own eyes that day. hey-hey--"

 Mei Yanqiu turned pale and sat down on the chair without daring to speak. Yan Sheng pulled Lin Wanrong back and said with admiration: "Third brother, you actually know Mr. Mei?"

 "Get to know her a little bit, she was very impressed by me." Lin Wanrong laughed and glanced at Mei Yanqiu playfully.

 "Time's up -" another judge shouted, and the rest of the talents suddenly burst into sweat. This group was eliminated in the first round and was waiting for resurrection. They were already under psychological pressure. When they heard that the time was up, several His face had turned pale and he could no longer stand still. Lin Wanrong chose this group deliberately to take advantage.

 "Since you have finished the poem, read it and listen to it." The judge replied to Yan Sheng.

 "Yes. With the theme of spring and summer, what the students did is: melons float in urns to cool down the water, and lotus roots are stacked on ice and green to chew the cold. Dense bamboo shoots are pierced through the sloping stone near the steps, and lotus balls bloom from the leaves in the small pond." Yan Sheng returned to his forehead and sweatdropped. Pearl, said anxiously.

 "What a poem, what a poem!" Yan Sheng had just finished reading. Before the judge could speak, Lin Wanrong had already clapped his hands and started laughing.

 Yan Shenghui glanced gratefully at the third brother whom he had just met. He was self-aware. This seven-rhyme poem only had smooth sentences and neat dialogues. It could barely be considered a middling poem, and it was far from a good poem.

 The judges nodded, discussed for a while, and at the same time raised their signs and said: "It's acceptable. Advance!"

 Yan Shenghui shouted excitedly, hugged Lin Wanrong and said, "Third brother, I've been promoted, I've been promoted."

 Lin Wanrong chuckled and said, "Congratulations, Brother Yan."

 Several judges looked around and shouted: "Who else has done it? Report it quickly."

 The remaining people had troubled expressions on their faces, and no one dared to speak. The judge shook his head repeatedly: "If there is no one left, we will——"

 Damn, these guys must have spent all their time studying and picking up girls. They are not even as good as me. Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, since no one has done it. A small student is not talented, but his mouth is the only one." First of all, please correct me, teachers. The ice from the cool green pool penetrates my teeth, and my teeth are clear from the dew of the clear spring. The wind is as clear as a wisp of fragrance, and I can hear the cicadas chirping under the bright moon outside the paper window."

 "Good poem, good poem!" Yan Sheng responded to Li and shouted loudly.

 Lin Wanrong smiled slightly and gestured to Mei Yanqiu: "Mei University Chinese Studies, mine is called Yiyang Zhi. It is a unique skill passed down from my family. It is very powerful——"

 Mei Yanqiu's expression changed, and she tremblingly raised the sign in her hand...

 On a huge flower boat in the Qintan River, Luo Ning held on to the railing and looked at the talented people coming and going on the boat next to her. She sighed softly: "Don't lean on the railing alone. The autumn river is full of mist, rain and dew. It's cold. The wind suddenly blows, and no one is around." return!"

 She coughed twice and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, her face flushed. Dong Qiaoqiao came out of the cabin and hurriedly patted the back of her neck and said, "Sister Ning, why are you coming out again? You have worked too hard these days, and the doctor asked you to take a good rest."

 I am not overworking myself. Luo Ning smiled bitterly, took her hand and said, "Qiaoqiao, Brother Lin promised me that he would come back today. Do you think he would lie to me?"

 Qiaoqiao patted her hand lightly and said: "Sister Ning, don't worry. Since the eldest brother promised you to come back, he will definitely come back. The eldest brother never breaks his promise to others."

 Luo Ning coughed twice, looked at Qiaoqiao, and said with envy on her face: "Brother Lin is your husband-in-law. Of course you love him so much."

 Qiaoqiao giggled and said: "Sister Ning, why do you want your eldest brother to come back? He likes to wander around, and now that he is back, he is probably sitting in a pavilion drinking tea with others. He is using this poetry competition as a entertainment Look. Sister Ning, you should tell me that such a talented person can learn well. There are many good-looking people, which one do you like? It's better to let Mr. Luo mediate for you. "

 Luo Ning's face was bright, her neck turned red with embarrassment, and she said softly: "Good sister, we will be sisters for life, okay?"

 "Okay, of course." Qiaoqiao said with a sweet smile: "But you have to drink the medicine first and then have a good rest. Otherwise, by the time you appear on the stage, the talented people don't want to see a pitiful sick person. Beautiful?"

 Luo stared at the silent river and sighed softly: "If he can't come back today, I will lose my interest in life!" Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Sister--" Luo Ning's eyes filled with tears. , staring blankly into the distance, with his frail body helpless in the wind, which makes people full of pity...

 "Why?" one judge shouted.

 "Isn't this easy?" Lin Wanrong said with a smile: "According to the rules, the top two in each group are automatically promoted. Among the ten of us, only Brother Yan and I have written poems, aren't we automatically promoted? Dear teachers, this brand is still Don't lift it, I'm afraid it will damage my self-confidence which I have worked hard to build up."

 The two judges nodded and smiled: "You are very humble. Even if you are promoted, our brand will still be raised——

 The two of them turned over the cards at the same time: "Promotion——" "Promotion——"

 In desperation, Mei Yanqiu gritted her teeth and raised her sign: "Promotion——"

 Looking at the sign raised by the three judges in unison, Yan Shenghui shouted excitedly: "Promoted, third brother, you have also been promoted."

 Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Brother Yan, don't be too excited, this is what was expected." Yan Sheng thought about it carefully, isn't that what happened? This judgment is useless, he cupped his fists and said: " The third brother is calm and unhurried, and he is very resourceful, and Yan admires him."

 The others were naturally annoyed to death when they saw that these two people had passed the test so easily. If they had known this, they would have read it out first and then said it, no matter what the nonsense poem was, and others would have taken advantage of them.

 Having passed this first hurdle, Lin Wanrong and Yan Sheng boarded the show boat together and sailed straight to the Qintan River. The talented people who passed the first level took two flower boats, each with fifty or sixty people on board. These were the elites selected from the sea.

 This flower boat is not as good as the painting boat where I stayed in Xian'er last night, but it is also extremely luxurious, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones, music, chess, calligraphy and paintings, everything you need. A few famous actors sat in the middle of the stage, plucked the strings of the piano, and sang a sad ditty. The talented people in the audience sang to each other and cheered loudly. It did feel like a gathering of scribes.

 "Young Masters——" A figure who looked like a deacon stood up and said: "Today's poetry competition is a fun time for drinking and composing poems. It is a great fate that we can gather together, so I invite you to have a drink with us. , to thank you for getting together, please——"

 "Please--" The talented men drank it all in one gulp, which was quite interesting.

 The deacon said again: "Since you have passed the first level, you are all well-educated people. Today's second level is also very simple. I am waiting for more than fifty people. We are divided into five groups, and each group performs a separate task. Drinking order. This drinking order must be matched from one word to several words. If you can't match it, please step aside and drink while the other gentlemen continue. The one who persists to the end will win."

 Lin Wanrong probably understood, and secretly felt that this method was interesting. Ten people would make a drinking order, from one word to multiple words. It was not so much a competition of talent, but a competition of wit and drinking capacity.

 He took the teacup, found a place to sit near the cabin string, and looked towards the river. But I saw two more

Huafang Youge was nearby, and he didn't know which ship Luo Ning was on. I was having nothing to do when I saw a small boat coming from a distance. Standing on the boat were a big black man and a white-faced, middle-aged man without a beard. The two were gathering together, whispering something.

 Oh my god, I haven't seen a ghost. He rubbed his eyes carefully and let out a loud sigh. He threw away the teacup in his hand and shouted loudly: "Brother Du, Brother Hu——"

 The ship was very far away. At first, he couldn't hear his shouting, but when he got closer and heard the shouting, the two people on the boat looked over. When they saw Lin Wanrong's shadow, they were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed. Hu Bugui, a tall man standing five feet high, with tears streaming down his face, said loudly: "General Lin. General Lin, you are still alive, damn, you are still alive, wow wow wow wow -"

 Lin Wanrong laughed loudly, wiped his nose, and jumped into the river. Yan Shenghui hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Third brother, what are you going to do?"

 Lin Wanrong said: "I have some life and death brothers over there. I want to go over and see them. ***, I miss them so much."

 Yan Sheng replied: "Now that we have met, brothers, why are you still worried about this moment? It's the twelfth lunar month of winter. Even if you swim over and get cold, it won't be worth it. When the poetry competition is over, you Wouldn't it be nice to have a good drink with them?"

 Yes, why am I in such a hurry? Lin Wanrong smiled sheepishly and waved to the two men. Hu Bugui and Du Xiuyuan also understood what he meant, and hurriedly stopped the boat that was swinging towards here, and waved vigorously to him. The two of them jumped on the boat, their excitement was beyond words.

 Lin Wanrong felt so happy. Just when he was catching up with the drinking order, he couldn't wait to find a group of ten people. They were all new faces. He was not afraid. He raised his glass and drank two in a row. , but my heart still couldn't help but feel happy.

 When everyone saw the madman running from nowhere, they drank two cups without saying a word, and they all stuck out their tongues secretly.

 Anyway, no one knows anyone else. It's a drinking contest and a battle of wits. I've never been afraid of anyone. Lin Wanrong's eyes were slightly red, and there was uncontrollable excitement on his face.

 "Please!" the first person ordered after drinking a glass of wine.

 "Please!" the second person answered, finishing the glass.

 "Fenghua!" said the third person.

 "Drink!" said the fourth person.

 ,,,,,,, when Lin Wanrong arrived, he had already drank two more cups. The person in front of him said "Love is deep in the middle of the month". He laughed and said loudly: "There are long thoughts in dreams. You drink, and I drink too - —"

 In the first round, ten people drank, but no one was eliminated. Lin Wanrong raised his glass frequently, no matter who it was, he drank to dry it.

 The second round will start with the six characters.

 "It's easy to show off your beauty when you're drunk——,

 "The aroma of wine cannot be said to be desolate——"

 ,,,,,, the longer the sentence, the greater the difficulty. Before the round is completed, four people will be eliminated. When Lin Wanrong came to Lin Wanrong, a talented man in front chanted: "The wind

 The exquisite wine is on the lips of beauties."

 Lin Wanrong laughed loudly and said: "The general with bronze skin and iron bones is standing in front of the strong horse." When he raised his neck, the liquor poured into his throat like water, and his expression did not even change. Several talented people saw that he was so heroic and definitely not a weak scholar, and they all admired him in their hearts.

 After three rounds, no one could compete with him. Lin Wanrong's eyes were reddish and his body was swaying, but he remained standing and sang: "Brother."

 My younger brother is a brother and sister, and my pride surrounds the world. Who laughs at me for being drunk on the battlefield? The soldier has great ambitions and drinks a glass of wine to honor the hero. Please drink another three hundred glasses! "

 Who can pick up this sentence? Everyone had already been defeated, looking at his face full of envy and admiration. Lin Wanrong felt unhappy when he saw that no one was picking up the wine. He picked up the two wine glasses on the table and drank them all in one gulp. However, he seemed to be still not satisfied. He broke the wine glasses to the ground, raised the pot and took a swig. After a few beeps, the transparent wine Liquid dripped down the corners of his mouth.

 Everyone was stunned. These were all scholars who had read poetry and books. They had never seen such a wild person. But when they saw him drinking and writing poems in such a debauched manner, and there was a faint murderous aura in him, everyone was shocked.

 Over there, Yan Shenghui had already retreated and was already 78% drunk. Seeing Lin Wanrong's appearance, he immediately shouted: "Third brother, good job, life should be like you, half awake, half drunk, free and happy, Here comes the wine——"

 Holding the pot in one hand, he followed Lin Wanrong's example and made a few gulps. Before he could take a few sips, he fell to the ground drunk with a pop.