The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 485: Drinking

The night spread gently on the water. Amid the sparkling waves, a small boat was swaying leisurely. The person in the boat was Xue Ling, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River who was as famous as Zuo Wenxuan.

She sat alone, her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint veil of moonlight. Her eyes penetrated the mist and were cast towards the pleasure boat in the center of the lake. The corners of her mouth drew a gentle yet playful smile.

"Oh, interesting! Really interesting. I didn't expect to meet such a young man at the poetry meeting today. He dared to challenge Zuo Wenxuan and write hundreds of poems after drinking. His courage and talent are really impressive." Xue Ling's words were full of amusement and praise.

The maidservant beside her whispered with some concern and hesitation: "Miss, it's late at night and the breeze is blowing. If we don't go back..."

Xue Ling gently waved her hand, interrupting the maid's persuasion. Her eyes were gleaming with unprecedented excitement. "No, I have to finish watching this poetry contest. I'm really looking forward to what kind of waves that young man can come up with."

After she finished speaking, her cheeks couldn't help but blush, which was a natural expression of excitement and excitement, adding a bit of girlish cuteness.

The maid snorted coldly and complained, "Humph, what can we expect? He is just a young man. I don't think there will be any suspense. Zuo Wenxuan will win for sure."

"You never know what will happen. What if this young man turns out to be a rare genius?" Xue Ling smiled faintly. She looked particularly handsome in her men's clothes.

"Tsk, if Qin Zitian can win, I'm afraid even a sow can climb a tree!" The maid curled her lips and said disdainfully.

On the Pinghu Lake, two boats are approaching each other.

At this time, on Pingxi Lake, two pleasure boats were slowly approaching each other.

On the boat, there are all kinds of fine wines and study supplies.

After the two men exchanged greetings, everything was ready, waiting for the climax showdown of the poetry meeting to begin.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qin Hao stood tall and calm. He slowly extended his hand and said in a gentle and humble tone, "Brother Zuo, please start writing first."

Zuo Wenxuan's mouth drew up a confident smile, and he said in a gentle and elegant manner: "Brother Qin, you go first. I don't like to take advantage of others, so as to avoid giving people a reason to accuse me of being ungentlemanly and impolite."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he laughed: "If I start writing first, I'm afraid you won't have the room to display your talent. After a while, I guess you won't even have the courage to speak."

When these words were spoken, the talented men and beautiful women on both sides of the strait all gasped and were shocked!

mad!

This is not just ordinary madness!

Old Feng stood aside, and involuntarily raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but worry for Qin Hao.

Zuo Wenxuan is famous all over the world and he is definitely not a man who has gained his fame for nothing. Is your Majesty's move too risky?

However, on second thought, His Majesty had always been able to catch people off guard. Even the long-famous genius of the previous dynasty, Xiao Wuliang, had been defeated by him. It seemed that His Majesty had already made up his mind, and Old Feng was relieved immediately.

A Yue and Liang Hongyu, two beauties, had sparkling eyes and clapped their hands, cheering for Qin Hao, as if victory was already in his pocket.

This undisguised blind self-confidence quietly caused ripples in front of the Wenlan College's painting boat, immediately arousing dissatisfaction among the surrounding students.

However, Zuo Wenxuan, standing in the crowd, seemed to be relaxed and not at all annoyed. Instead, he admired Qin Hao's confidence.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his tone gentle and sincere: "Brother Qin, it's okay. If your poem can really astonish everyone and make me admire it from the bottom of my heart, then, what's wrong with me admitting defeat directly?"

These words fully demonstrated his open-mindedness and respect for Qin Hao's talent.

"Okay, that's what you said." Qin Hao nodded slightly, looking like he was serious.

Ping Wuying, who was standing aside, her white robe fluttering, could not help but reveal an extremely speechless and subtle expression. She thought to herself, Qin Zitian is such an arrogant person, he has no idea what he is talking about!

"Bang!" A crisp explosion sounded.

Qin Hao suddenly threw a punch and smashed the lid of a wine jar. The wine splashed everywhere and turned into crystal drops, reflecting his unruly figure and showing his heroic spirit.

He held the pouring wine jar steadily with both hands, as if he was holding the purest freedom in the world; looking up, the wine poured into his throat like a waterfall, his clothes gradually got wet, but it did not reduce his pleasure at all, but instead added a bit of unrestrained and uninhibited feeling.

At that moment, Qin Hao seemed to have really transformed into the immortal poet Li Bai who had lived through thousands of years, lying drunkenly on the clouds and watching the prosperity of the world with a smile.

Slightly tipsy, he used the wine to numb himself so as not to feel embarrassed about plagiarizing the masterpieces of the great gods in his previous lives.

"Someone, come here, prepare paper and pen, and write down the poem!" Qin Hao's voice was low and magnetic, with unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yang quickly stood beside the table, with an ink pen suspended lightly in his hand, his eyes focused, ready for battle.

On the table, a pile of snow-white rice paper is quietly spread out, waiting for the fragrance of ink and poetry to flow on it.

All the talented men and beautiful women along the entire Pingxi Lake held their breath and waited, their eyes fixed on Qin Hao, not willing to move an inch.

The noise and bustle around seemed to be gently soothed by an invisible force at this moment, and the world suddenly returned to a strange tranquility.

The moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, sprinkling onto Qin Hao's slightly flushed cheeks, adding a touch of unruly and carefreeness to him.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Qin Hao first smashed the wine jar heavily. His action was decisive and heroic, and the air was immediately filled with the aroma of wine.

Qin Hao was in high spirits and his first move was a powerful bomb!

"Let's drink!" He suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar. His voice pierced through the silence of the night, like the passionate war drums on an ancient battlefield, shaking people's hearts.

With this roar, Qin Hao's figure became more upright in the night, and his soul seemed to have gained unprecedented freedom and liberation in this intoxication and passion.

Then, an overwhelming sense of boldness surged out:

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."

"Don't you see, the bright 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."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"..."

"In ancient times, all the sages were 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."

The end of a poem is like the morning bell and evening drum, piercing through the curtain of night.

Both sides of the river were completely silent, returning to tranquility.

In an instant, an indescribable wave surged in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the applause and cheers surged like a river bursting its banks, resounding through the sky.