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Chapter 253 Surprised, still behind

With the rise of the word time travel, many people can't help but think about a question.

If one day I travel through time, I travel back to the ancient background.

There is no Internet, no mobile phone, no TV, no Weibo, no clubhouse cough cough, it seems that something has been messed up.

Anyway, what kind of tragedy would life be without this series of entertainment and leisure things?
Doing work at sunrise and sunset every day, other than that, without entertainment, wouldn't life be worse than death?

However.
People who think this way must have misunderstood the word ancient.

There were many elegant scholars in ancient times. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, Qixi Festival, and Lantern Festival, basically every festival, big or small, scholars and talented scholars would basically hold some poetry receptions in small groups, or call friends and friends.

Even if it's not a holiday, when someone's birthday, someone has achieved a certain achievement in a certain way, a certain imperial examination is over, or even when there is no festival, there will be some gatherings every now and then to pass the time.

Such as the Taishou Tairen's "flowing cups of water, resting things are also" and so on.

Some of these gatherings are during the day and more at night.

Therefore, the life of ancient times, at least the life of ancient wits, will not be boring.

Even if there are no activities, if you are bored and lonely, you can go to the brothel to listen to a little song and find a girl.

Well, in ancient times when the stories of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies were widely circulated, a learned person visiting a brothel would not be criticized by others, but would be praised as romantic.

That so-and-so just said, 'Real official, self-styled'.

There is also that so-and-so, who also left a famous poem "Ten years of sleep in Yangzhou, a dream of Yangzhou, and a brothel with a fortune".

Look, Yangzhou has been visiting brothels for ten years, and it can still be famous for its history (history of brothels).

Many gatherings of talented scholars in ancient times were held directly in the brothel, and they spent a lot of money for the beauties to smile, and it can still be passed down as a good story.

How is it like now, when you go to the health care department once, and when you meet an acquaintance, you can't wait for the other person's glaucoma, cataract, myopia to exceed [-] and Baidu.

To shoot a commemorative film, you have to cover up your face, and even get a guy named Ma Ke to mess in.

So. I said so much just to prove one point—those who want to time travel but are afraid that they will be too lonely after traveling to ancient times, you don't have to worry so much.

After all, concerns come and go, as if you can really wear them without worries.

Of course, this is all off-topic.

As I said before, there are many kinds of parties.

There are Lanting gatherings held by a certain prefect to "flow cups of water", there are flower boats for fun by a famous poet who "won the reputation of a brothel", and there are also celebrations during New Years and festivals.

What Xu Xian participated in today was a poetry meeting initiated by Yan Song in the name of congratulating some new students.

Among the large and small poetry gatherings in ancient times, the ones of this scale were only half a grade higher than the small gatherings where friends were invited to drink and have fun.

So. Naturally, there won't be any high-end customers!
so.
After apologizing to Xu Xian and Xiao Tiangou and the others and leaving, Yan Song's speech was not too formal.

I just stood where everyone could see, and said things like congratulations to a certain student who passed the entrance examination, hope that there will be a few scholars in the college examination in a few months, and hope that students including him will get the honor of a scholar Can be passed in the township examination after the year.

Anyway, it’s just blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

After Yan Song finished talking, the boss of Wangyue Tower began to serve wine and food.

A group of dozens of people sat at five tables, including Yan Song, Xu Xian, Qin Guan, Xiao Tiangou, Cai Jing, Cai Jing's anonymous friend who did not want to disclose his name, and another Yan Song's anonymous friend who also did not want to disclose his name. Seven people gathered at a table.

Well, I forgot to mention here, the reason why no one expressed surprise at the appearance of two Qin Hui is because Qin Hui did not follow.

After Ben vomited blood, Yan Song persuaded Qin Hui to go home in the name of letting Xu Xian and the other three come in.

Regarding this, Qin Hui, who originally wanted to watch Xu Xian make a fool of himself in public, still had some criticisms.

But under Yan Song's eyes that made his heart tremble, in the end Qin Hui still didn't come in to make trouble.

As the banquet came up, the entire third floor became lively.

The people present are all educated, at least they have read the Four Books and Five Classics. Naturally, it is impossible to learn how to punch, and it is impossible to stand on the table and squat on the chair and yell.

But after all, he is a scholar and a person who aspires to fame and fame. It is normal to play some small games such as drinking orders during the banquet.

For example, there was a table next to Xu Xian, and there were eight people sitting there. Seeing that the eight people were chatting happily, they should all be familiar with each other.

Of course, this is not the point, the point is that this table just felt boring to eat and drink, and started to play the drinking order.

Well, their drinking order is also very interesting.

What's an interesting idea?
Sitting on the east side, a man named Shi Jin with the style name Yi Tuo first proposed the idea of ​​the drinking order.

And this classmate Shi Yituo is obviously an existence that does not follow the usual path.

After proposing the drinking order, he didn't play any poems and songs, but played with names.

That is to say, one person starts by saying the name of a girl in a brothel, and the next person must name another girl in the brothel where the girl is located within a certain time limit.

If you can't say it, you will be fined a glass of wine. After you say it, the person will continue to ask questions.

This kind of gameplay has attracted the attention of many people, at least Xiao Tiangou, whose alias is Ergouzi, is very interested in it.

Xu Xian even felt that if this guy wasn't familiar with the brothels here, and if it wasn't stipulated that the girl's name must be a brothel girl, this guy would probably end up participating with his name Xiaohua, Yutu, etc. .

During the meeting, there was a lot of fun, because all the people present were scholars, so the party was very high-end.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Yan Song stood up, ready to start the following activities.

Well, Yan Song also had his own considerations for not reciting poems first and starting the banquet after a game.

The reason why the dozens of people present gave him face so much and were willing to participate in the poetry meeting organized by him was not because his name Yan Song was so good, nor was it because his reputation as a scholar was so awe-inspiring.

The bigger reason why so many people are willing to respond to him is - scholars have to eat too!
Do you think that scholars are all gods, who can swallow clouds and smoke, and don't eat fireworks in the world?
Besides, not all those who study are from good families, and there are many people who are much poorer than Xu Xian's family.

Therefore, these gatherings have become the best places for these people to eat and drink.

And he came here for the purpose of eating and drinking, wishing he had been hungry for this meal since the morning, or even since last night, just for this meal.

No longer let people eat a meal to fill their stomachs before the poetry meeting starts. Yan Song is afraid that the meeting will be really bad, and a few will starve to death.

so.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, it seemed that everyone had eaten enough, Yan Song stood up.

Seeing Yan Song, the host, stand up, many scholars stopped their chopsticks, put down their wine glasses, and swallowed the food in their mouths.

Even Xiao Taohong, Rouge, and Big Hammer at the table next to him who hadn't had enough eyesight after Yan Song got up, stopped under the reminder of the discerning person.

"Cough cough!"

There was a mess of cups and plates in the field, and the corners of Yan Song's eyes twitched a few times before he could organize his words.

"I see that you have a very happy conversation today, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Poetry meeting, poetry meeting, how can there be no poetry?
So, drinking and having fun, who would like to come up with his own masterpiece to add some color to our poetry meeting? "

quiet!
You have to know one thing - most of the people who come here to save Yan Song are here to eat and drink!
Let’s just say that if you can get to the point of eating and drinking, how many of them can really write chapters, can’t you write poems in seven steps?

If you really have this ability, it's impossible to mess around to the point where you can't even afford to eat.

so.
After Yan Song finished speaking, no one responded immediately.

so.
This is so embarrassing!
Yan Song really wanted to give himself a slap on the forehead.

I forgot that the reason why I didn't make this show in my previous life was entirely because Qin Hui, an idiot but talented guy, cheered him on, and was the first one to jump out after he finished speaking to set off the atmosphere.

But this time, he, Nima, drove Qin Hui away before the start!
so.
Who else can save the field now?

Yan Song subconsciously turned his gaze to Cai Jing, and saw Cai Jing, who mistakenly thought that Qin Hui had rebelled, was staring at a pair of cross-eyed eyes, staring at Er Gouzi.

Well, this one is hopeless.

Look at Xu Xian again
It's good for this guy not to spoil himself.

Helpless
Yan Song took a deep breath.

After all, it is a poetry meeting organized by myself, after all, it is for my own ulterior purpose.

For the sake of the big plan, he endured this aggrieved!
so.
"Ahem! It seems that you brothers and sisters are quite reserved, so let me throw bricks and attract jade, and first come up with a work for everyone to taste!"

Saying that, Yan Song stepped out of his seat, put his hands behind his back, and walked seven steps back and forth.

After seven steps, Yan Song seemed to have a sudden inspiration, stopped, bent down, and picked up a grain of rice that fell on the table from the wine glass of a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

It should have been accidentally dropped on the table by this fellow while eating blood glutinous rice balls.

Seeing this, Yan Song seemed to have a sudden inspiration, raised his head slightly, and started his performance with a look of compassion.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drips down to the soil."

Turning around, he threw the rice grains he picked up from the table into his mouth, chewed them a few times and swallowed them, Yan Song recited the last two lines of poetry.

"Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey."

As soon as this poem came out, there was a burst of applause from the audience.

Yan Song turned his head and saw Xu Xian's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and he poured wine into his mouth from the wine glass on the table to suppress his shock.

Seeing this, the corner of Yan Song's mouth unconsciously raised a slight hook.

Surprised?

drink it!drink more!
Surprisingly, it's still behind!
(End of this chapter)