Fish swimming around the world

"So... Nan Shixian!"

Many people were stunned, and then they all reacted.

A civil official exclaimed: "Nan Xian and Bei Sheng, they were originally one person, no wonder, no wonder!"

"That's right, that's right..." Someone pulled his beard and said.

Even though the civil and military officials were knowledgeable, they were all confused at this moment. How many identities does this young man have? What's more terrible is that each identity has done things that ordinary people can hardly do in their lifetime. For a time, all the officials of Daqin were moved. This is not a young man, but a banished immortal from heaven.

Gao Qi was not there, but the little Tu Gaorong was not absent, but his eyes staring at Jiang Fan became colder and colder.

Jiang Fan automatically ignored this unfriendly look.

"I am very honored to have your Majesty and all the adults come in person. I have to bring something decent to show my sincerity. Everyone, please."

As he said, he was not polite and sat down next to the empress, but the empress didn't seem to care. Everyone was secretly shocked.

"Your Majesty, please say something, and let's eat."

The empress just picked up the wine cup: "Drink it up!"

She took the lead and drank the two taels of Shaodaozi in one gulp.

"Let's drink together, let's drink together!" Jiang Fan and the officials stood up and drank it in big gulps.

The empress made a good start and the grand banquet began. The Qin people valued the law but didn't care much about etiquette. With the famous seats at Taibaiju and Shaodaozi to cheer them up, the Qin people soon returned to their true colors. And this novel round table dining is indeed more conducive to communication and improving the atmosphere. The banquet soon became lively.

Jiang Fan sat next to the empress, and the others sat relatively far away. Jiang Fan introduced the dishes to the empress without hesitation, and even took the dishes.

The empress also ate with relish, and even took the initiative to ask about some dishes.

The officials watched this scene, some were thinking deeply, some were surprised, some were worried, and some were unhappy...

After three rounds of drinking, many people got used to this way, felt very happy, and became bolder. Under the leadership of the old commander Meng Ao, they even toasted the empress with three bowls of wine.

Some generals sang Qinqiang, and some recited Jiang Fan's "Jiangjinjiu" loudly.

"... When you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain...

...I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will come back after spending all my money...

...Five-colored horses, furs worth thousands of gold, call my son to go out and exchange them for good wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you!"

The climaxes continued, and the singing continued. The scene became more and more heated.

Suddenly, the old commander Meng Ao stood up with a big laugh, holding up his wine cup: "Today we are lucky enough to taste the full banquet of Taibaiju, and we should thank the host here. I suggest that we toast Mr. Jiang together!"

"Okay, okay, that's the way it should be!"

"Let's drink together, Mr. Jiang!"

Everyone had this idea, but Jiang Fan was taking care of the empress, so they didn't dare to disturb him for a while. Now that the old commander took the lead, they started to cheer.

Jiang Fan quickly stood up: "I don't deserve it. You are all pillars of the country. I am just a commoner. Today is a blessing from heaven. I should toast you. Let's drink first!"

After that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, winning applause from the whole room.

"Good! Young talent, heroic and vigorous, my friend is heroic, I will accompany you!"

Meng Ao's wine cup had long been replaced with a big one, and his cup was more than twice as much as Mr. Jiang's.

Seeing his generosity, everyone cheered and drank up the wine in their cups.

"I have heard of the generosity of the Qin people for a long time. Today I see that it is indeed the case. You gentlemen must not go home until you are drunk today!" Jiang Fan laughed loudly.

Xu Fu also stood up and said: "Logically speaking, Mr. Jiang has treated us with good wine and food, and we should not be greedy. But I know that Mr. Jiang is also known as the Southern Poet, and I am eager to hear Mr. Jiang write a poem today. Mr. Jiang has written many lyrics. Today, I really want to hear Mr. Jiang write a poem. I wonder if you are willing to satisfy my wishes?"

When he said this, the whole room cheered. Indeed, Jiang Fan wrote many lyrics, but the only poem that has been circulated in the world is "Warm Up the Wine". Xu Fu's proposal is indeed what everyone thinks.

"Mr. Jiang, I have read "Warm Up the Wine" no less than a hundred times, and every time I can't help myself. Today, the proposal of the national teacher is exactly what I want. Please show your talent, Mr. Jiang!"

Anyway, we are used to copying, and this one is not bad. Just treat it as promoting the culture of my hometown. Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Jiang Fan stopped refusing and immediately filled his glass: "I am a young man with limited talent and knowledge, but I am appreciated by all the adults. Today I will show my ugliness again to cheer you up!"

After he said that, he paused for a moment and said loudly: "The Qin Dynasty values ​​martial arts and chivalry. Today I will focus on chivalry!"

Holding the glass, Jiang Fan walked slowly to an open space, paced a few steps, and suddenly raised his head:

"The Zhao guest has a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a stream Star.

Kill one person every 10 steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the work is done, he brushes off his clothes and leaves, hiding his merits and fame.

I passed by Xinling to drink, and took off my sword and laid it across my knees.

I was about to feed Zhu Hai with roasted meat, and held the cup to persuade Hou Ying.

After three cups, he made a promise, and the Five Mountains seemed light.

After his eyes were dizzy and his ears were hot, his spirit was born.

He swung the golden hammer to save Zhao, and Handan was shocked first.

Two heroes of the ages, glorious in Daliang City.

Even if he died, his chivalrous spirit would be fragrant, and he would not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.

Who can write for you, Taixuan Sutra in your old age! "

As soon as the poem came out, everyone was shocked.

The unrestrained and chivalrous spirit of the chivalrous line came to the face, and there were also the ambitions and high spirits of young people, which made people feel moved and excited when reading it.

This was really what the Qin people liked, and their genes made them have no resistance to this poem. But this occasion was even more appropriate, and it immediately attracted a round of applause.

"What a chivalrous man!"

Meng Ao slammed the table and stood up: "Young Master Jiang is indeed a great talent. His words are famous throughout the ages. This poem is quite to the taste of the Qin people. Good poem! Good poem!"

Good poems are natural, as can be seen from the fact that everyone present seemed to be excited. Although some of the allusions seemed to have never been heard of by everyone present, and they were inevitably confused, it did not affect their love for this poem.

Xu Fu looked up to the sky and sighed: "In this world, how lucky we are to have a person like Young Master Jiang, who can write all the romantic stories in the world-"

Even though the empress had long believed in Jiang Fan's ability to write poems, she was already surprised. After all, such a chapter, even if a person with extraordinary literary talent, would only need one in his life, but Jiang Fan seemed to be able to write one after another, and each one was a wonderful article. I really don't know what's wrong with his brain.

Especially looking at Jiang Fan's proud and free-spirited, the empress suddenly felt that she couldn't tell which one was the real Jiang Fan. Is he the indifferent hermit who lives by the river, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, and is content with a pot of wine and a bowl of food? Or is he the peerless talent who strategizes and escorts thousands of miles away? Or is he the profound wise man who sees the ups and downs of the world as the Yangtze River flows eastward? Or is he the young hero who is unbridled and heroic now?

He is a very contradictory person, who seems to have many unknown thoughts in his heart, wandering in this world, but also deeply trapped in the rivers and lakes. He seems not to have come to this world, and he seems to have always wanted to leave...

The only problem with this poem is that it consumes more wine.

Fortunately, Uncle Ma brought ten carts when he came, which was enough.