What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

When Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo put down their wine glasses, the maid took them away immediately.

The butler swallowed the saliva that kept secreting. Look at the cards on the floating plate.

"The wine has been tasted, and now it's time to answer questions. Please turn over the card in front of you~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Han reached out and opened the card.

I saw it said: Please compose a poem on the theme of wine.

When he saw the title, the corners of Xiao Han's mouth curled up slightly, this was appropriate for the occasion.

After reading it, Xiao Han handed the card to the butler next to him.

"The topic this time is wine, and the poem must contain this element. If you fail, you will lose the opportunity to participate next time. The response time is ten minutes, please start~"

After the housekeeper got the question, he read it loudly. At the same time, the punishment for failure was also announced.

Hearing this, Wei Daxun and the others felt their hearts tighten. There was actually a punishment for this activity.

With fine wine as a reward, every opportunity was extremely valuable, and everyone immediately cheered up.

While Xiao Han was answering, they kept thinking about the poems they had recited.

Here, as soon as he saw the title, an excellent poem appeared in Xiao Han's mind.

"Xiaohan, are you going to do this or am I? I remembered an ancient poem."

After drinking a glass of fine wine, Lin Qingluo's cheeks turned red, her eyes sparkled, and her posture was even more alluring.

Seeing Xiao Han lowering his head and thinking, she said softly.

Invisibly, a retreat has been prepared for Xiao Han.

"Don't worry, Sister Qingluo, I already have a draft here~"

Seeing Lin Qingluo's concerned eyes, Xiao Han gently patted the back of her hand.

Comforted with confidence.

Behind the monitoring station, thinking of the nobleman's explanation, Ma Liang looked at Xiao Han nervously.

I'm afraid the noble people over there are paying attention and must write new poems!

It wasn't until I heard that Xiao Han had an outline that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Like Ma Liang's state, friends in the live broadcast room were also a little nervous.

They not only hope that Xiao Han will have a new work, but they are also afraid that the new work will not be as good as expected and not worthy of Baihua Brewing.

In a deep courtyard house in Kyoto, an old man was half-lying on a recliner, with a cup of strong tea steaming slightly next to him.

What is playing on the screen in front of you is the live broadcast of the program.

A middle-aged man stood upright and accompanied him silently.

"Xiao Sun, what kind of poem do you think he can write this time? Don't waste the jar of wine I gave him."

In the recliner, the old man said suddenly.

After completely retiring, apart from occasionally participating in some activities, the old man's biggest hobby is writing and composing poetry.

Until one day by chance, he saw the song "Ding Feng Bo" and was attracted immediately.

Whether it is calligraphy or poetry content, they are both the best.

From then on, he remembered the name of this young man, Xiao Han. Recently, he was even more surprised when he saw "Encouragement to Learn" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

So I played this little game and took out Baihua Brew, hoping to see Xiao Han create more works.

Of course, if you have the chance, it would be best to meet this outstanding young man in person.

With this thought flashing through his mind, he looked sideways at the secretary next to him.

"Based on the level that Xiao Han has shown before, he should not be wrong this time. But after limiting the theme of wine, I don't know what he will write."

Xiao Sun thought for a moment and replied cautiously.

"Well, let's keep looking~"

The old man whispered and looked at the screen with squinted eyes.

It's rare to find an interesting young man like Xiao Han, which can be regarded as an adjustment to his retirement life.

As time passed, the atmosphere began to become tense.

The housekeeper looked at the time, then at Xiao Han, who was meditating with his eyes closed, and stepped forward to remind him.

"One minute left, please get ready~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Han opened his eyes and stood up with the strength of his drink.

"I'm ready, we can start~"

At this time, Xiao Han was filled with a sense of heroism, and he opened his sleeves, waiting to express his feelings.

After hearing what he said, everyone in the venue looked over.

I am full of expectations for Xiao Han’s next poems, and I don’t know what amazing works he will bring this time.

"Okay, please tell me~"

Listening to Ma Liang's voice in the earphones, the housekeeper announced loudly.

After speaking, he quietly stepped aside, leaving the stage to Xiao Han.

Everyone was silent, waiting for Xiao Han to speak.

Xiao Han, on the other hand, turned around and looked upstream of the river.

After brewing some emotions, he read aloud.

"The title of the poem ~ I will drink wine."

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

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"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time. In ancient times, the sages and sages were all lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."

"...The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."

At this time, Xiao Han was extremely heroic.

After reading the whole poem, he raised his head and made a drinking gesture.

Everyone in the field was stunned the moment Xiao Han spoke.

They were all shocked when they heard that my talents will be useful and that I will come back after all my money is gone.

I applaud loudly in my heart, this poem is so grand~

Wei Daxun looked at Xiao Han with eyes full of reverence.

Awesome, really awesome~

Even if they break their heads, they cannot imagine such a poem.

Thinking about the poems I prepared, compared with Xiao Han's new works, they are as different as the bright moon and fluorescence.

There's no comparison, there's no comparison at all! ! !

Next to him, he looked at Xiao Han's profile from a close distance. Lin Qingluo was already crazy.

This talented man belongs to her alone. Thinking of the deep feelings, Lin Qingluo's already reddish face became red again.

At the monitoring station, Ma Liang was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

I thought Xiao Han would be satisfied if he could come up with a similar poem.

Unexpectedly, he threw out a king bomb.

After just a cursory listen, Ma Liangzhong concluded that this song "Nearly Wine" must be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

This jar of wine is worth it, and this poem alone is enough to explain to that noble man.

In Kyoto, in the courtyard house, while Xiao Han was reciting poems, the old man had already sat upright without realizing it.

My eyes were glued to the screen, for fear of missing something.

"Okay, okay, he is indeed a good boy. It's just so cool to write. I didn't expect him to have such a state of mind at such a young age. That's right, he comes from the Xiao family, and he really doesn't care much about money."

"Xiao Sun, remember to ask for a copy of the manuscript. I want to write it down and review it carefully."

The old man turned around and ordered.

This jar of wine is really not given away for free, and this song "The Wine Will Enter" alone is worth the price of admission.

Looking at the high-spirited Xiao Han on the screen, the old man's eyes were full of appreciation.

I have made up my mind that I must meet him in person.

At the scene, everyone finally recovered from the shock, and gave Xiao Han free applause and praise.

They once again witnessed the birth of a masterpiece.