Chapter 635 Mr. Xie Siwei starts his lecture!

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Even if Cheng Yi didn’t know what was good for him, he didn’t dare to offend the Second Prince.

He looked at Li Qingcha.

“What does Marquis Wuding think?”

Li Qingcha pondered.

Frankly speaking, if you just want to verify the authenticity, there is no need to get the contaminated half of the stele. Just touching it once or twice will be enough.

Because she possesses the energy bestowed by the Confucian sage, she has a very strong ability to perceive Confucian treasures.

She said: “Since Master Cheng has agreed, I will accept the challenge.”

The second prince waved his hand.

“Why did you use the word ‘take up the challenge’? Make friends through literature, make friends through literature… Besides, this is a literary gathering to celebrate the New Year, a new beginning, so we should try to avoid making enemies.”

“Your Highness is absolutely right.”

“…”

The second prince was silent.

Because the rather dangerous atmosphere between Li Qingcha and Cheng Yi did not ease.

Then there was Luo Weiyang, also staring at him sincerely like a little lion.

The second prince simply gave up and said, “Let’s go downstairs.”

The four of them went down to the second floor.

At this time, the waiter had already served the dishes.

The dishes are exquisite, the wine is mellow, and the whole Fanlou is filled with the sweet aroma of golden dates and candied lotus roots.

The second prince stood up to receive the wine.

“My fellow talented scholars, today is the New Year’s Eve literary gathering. As the saying goes, ‘The new year has just begun, and the pavilion is already full of people.’ We scholars have gathered here to participate in this grand gathering. I hope you will produce many excellent works.”

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.

Li Qingcha also drank it.

“Hmm…it’s actually Tusu wine.”

She smelled a very strong medicinal aroma because the wine was soaked with Chinese herbs such as rhubarb, white atractylodes, cinnamon twig, and saposhnikovia divaricata.

Cheng Yi said, “Marquis Wu Ding is surprised by what he has seen. He drinks Tusu every year and has reached the age of seventy. Tusu wine is good for the body and has the effect of prolonging life. What else can he drink in the New Year if not this wine?”

“It seems that Master Cheng drank a lot.”

“You! @#￥*%…”

Cheng Yi spoke gibberish again, and he felt like Li Qingcha was calling him an old immortal.

The two started again…

The Second Prince was exhausted, and said to the hall on the first floor: “Today, I have invited two judges for the literary gathering. One of them is Wu Ding Hou Siweixian… um…”

He paused,

If I put Li Qingcha in front and Cheng Yi in the back, would that cause the old man’s dissatisfaction again?

Emmm…

It’s better not to introduce it.

He changed his tone.

“Both judges have studied poetry. I would like to recite one poem each. Please give your comments.”

As soon as these words came out, the people below started to discuss.

“I knew it would be like this. If there is any dissatisfaction among scholars, it is natural to use scholars’ methods to resolve it. Even if Mr. Siwei is a warrior, he must have the character of a scholar.”

“It’s mainly because Mr. Siwei is good at poetry.”

“That’s true. After all, there’s no need to use your own weaknesses to attack the other party’s strengths.”

……

Everyone was in high spirits.

The atmosphere was heated up.

Li Qingcha was helpless and thought in his mind.

The first thing that came to her mind was Wang Anshi’s poem “New Year’s Day”, which reads “A year is over amid the sound of firecrackers”.

But considering that the author used it once in the previous book, let it go.

(Lol)

She was deep in thought when she suddenly saw the wine glass. Her eyes lit up and she said with a smile, “Just now, Master Cheng said that Tusu wine has the effect of prolonging life. Could it be brewed by gods?”

Cheng Yi was stunned and shook his head.

“Zuixian Niang, Shenxian Niang, Zhanxian Niang… these are all famous wines from the same water in Bozhou, but they have different names for the same wine.”

“I see.”

“Why? Marquis Wu Ding wants to use Tusu wine as the theme?”

Li Qingcha raised his mouth and raised his wine glass.

Suddenly, a faint purple air lingered around Li Qingcha.

Purple air is coming from the east!

Everyone was stunned.

Legend has it that when the Taoist ancestor rode a rhinoceros across the Hangu Pass, purple air came from the east, and everyone in the world believed that a saint was about to appear. Therefore, the pure Taoist energy is mostly purple or golden.

Li Qingcha just wanted to compose poems, not to practice and make breakthroughs.

This kind of vision appears…

Someone whispered, “It is said that Master Siwei possesses the energy of both Taoism and Confucianism, which is why he was able to break the chess game between Wei Shanzhang and Zhang Daoshou in the capital with just one finger of Tianyuan. Could it be that he wants to use his literary energy to attract Taoist energy today?”

Hearing this, the others were shocked, and their eyes changed when they looked at Li Qingcha.

There is such a genius in the world! ?

Some people say: “It is also possible that the spirit of Taoism leads to the spirit of literature. The key is to look at Mr. Siwei’s poems.”

Everyone held their breath.

Li Qingcha pondered for a moment, then slowly said: “The Immortal Zifu gave me the precious recipe, and I will let the young man taste it first.”

(Note: Tusu Wine, Qu You, Ming Dynasty)

Just this one sentence makes you feel like an immortal.

“color!”

Everyone cheered loudly.

When drinking, most people always start from the oldest, but when drinking Tusu wine, it is just the opposite, starting from the youngest.

This is what is meant by “If a young person gains a year, he should be congratulated; if an old person loses a year, he should be punished.”

In his first sentence, Li Qingcha pointed out that the brewing method of Tusu wine was taught by immortals and that young men should taste it first. He was full of vigor and took the opportunity to satirize Cheng Yi’s decadent words “I drink Tusu every year, and I don’t realize that I am over seventy years old.”

Cheng Yi looked embarrassed.

This line of poetry made him feel extremely stressed and even desperate.

He thought his poems were not as good as Li Qingcha’s.

Li Qingcha continued to chant: “The eight gods were ordered to adjust the golden tripod, and the qi returned to the spring and filled the descending bag.”

This line of poetry is even more grand, as if all the gods in heaven and on earth must obey Li Qingcha’s orders, using the golden tripod to carry wine and put it into the bag.

The purple aura on her body was even stronger.

Someone murmured to himself: “What a good poem… What a good poem! I’m afraid I will never be able to reach the height of Mr. Siwei in my lifetime.”

The person next to him consoled him, “You don’t have to compare like that. The fact that Ms. Siwei can write such a poem is related to her cultivation and her mind. If she were not so young and in such a high position, a fifth-rank cultivator, and possessing many spiritual energies, how could she be so ethereal?”

Others all agree.

Poetry is, after all, a vehicle for expressing one’s inner thoughts. What kind of experience one has will determine what kind of poetry one can write.

Otherwise it would be just forced sorrow just to write new poems.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for Li Qingcha’s next words.

Li Qingcha chanted: “Golden liquid flows into a well of six thousand feet at night, and the spring breeze blows into the cup of Jiuxia at dawn. I will count the Phoenix calendar from the beginning, and visit the land of drunkenness every day with a cup in hand.”

These are the last two sentences.

Suddenly, a burst of clear air burst out, and Li Qingcha’s wine glass was suspended in the air.

Inside Fanlou, the aroma of wine was strong, overpowering the greasy sweetness of candied lotus root and golden dates, refreshing the heart.

Everyone was silent.

Li Qingcha does not use literary spirit to attract Taoist spirit, nor does he use Taoist spirit to attract literary spirit.

In her hands, the two blend perfectly.

Li Qingcha flicked his finger and the wine glass flew into his hand.

“Everyone, please.”

After saying that, she drank the Tu Su wine in the cup.

The people on the first floor followed suit and drank their glasses dry. They immediately felt the warmth of the wine entering their stomachs, and then spread to their limbs and bones, making their entire bodies warm.

Someone was surprised and asked: “This wine… this is…”

N face is confused.

After about half a minute, someone finally reacted and bowed respectfully in the direction of Li Qingcha, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Siwei, for your lecture!”

The others also came back to their senses and shouted:

“Thank you Mr. Siwei for your lecture!”