Chapter 383: Hundred poems about ‘Fighting Wine’ (1)

Fighting wine is like a martial arts competition, with both civil and military affairs and a victory or defeat.

Those who fight with literature use poems and musical combinations. Those who have good quality of poetry drink alcohol. Those who drink at most of the time will win.

Fighters, either rock-scissors, drink wine, or drink directly, regardless of time, lose the first person to fall drunk and fall down.

It is a matter of elegance to fight with poetry and wine, but when Liu Yiu automatically admits defeat and He Zimei still refuses to give up, it is somewhat filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Seeing that they were in a tendency to get a fight, Di Zhizhi clenched her fist excitedly. It was not a day or two for her to wait for this moment. He Zimei is the most famous student among her father's disciples. She competes with him for poetry and drinks. Liu Yifan is dead today! Look at him, a timid teacher, why don't he lose all his face today?

"Zimei!" Di Zhixun frowned and looked at He Zhi. He Zimei's actions just now were a bit too much. This student was not the kind of jealous person in the past, so why did he be so unpredictable when doing things today?

"Student is here!" He Zhi heard Di Zhi's call and responded, and he hurriedly bowed to Di Zhi Xun and bowed to him. He, who had always known Di Zhi Xun, could already hear that his mentor seemed to be angry.

"You..." Di Zhixun just raised his hand and said more without hesitation, but was interrupted by Liu Yiuan who had just stood up.

Liu Yi was usually very lazy and just had some things to live up to it and didn't care too much about it. But sometimes he was a very stingy person, especially after drinking a lot of alcohol, after this repeated teasing of He Sha repeatedly, his little temper couldn't help but burst out from his chest.

If a tiger doesn’t show its power, do you really treat me as a sick cat?!

"Since Brother Zimei looks down on Liu so much, if Liu refuses, it will be a bit pretentious," Liu Yimeng smiled and bowed to Di Zhixun and said, "The limit is to be a pillar of incense. I would like to wish Master Di's birthday. Please also ask Master Di to be a judge."

Liu Yiyi blocked the way of talking, and even if the old man Di Zhixun was determined to stop him, he had no choice.

Everyone sitting here was looking at this side. The birthday poem that Liu Yi brought when she first came made them pay close attention to Liu Yi, a stranger. Of course, Liu Yi's eating and drinking just now was also seen by them. At the same time, they also made them feel a little suspicious about Liu Yi's talent. Could such a person with little cultivation write such a grand and affectionate poem?

"Okay, since Mr. Liu is also in such an interest, I won't say much," Di Zhixun casually told Di Liang on the side: "Di Liang, burn incense, and prepare some pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes, lord!" Di Liang bent down and responded lightly, looked at Liu Yiyi, surprised by Liu Yifan's boldness and ignorance. He knew Chu Hezhi's achievements in poetry. He did not think that Liu Yifan, a small teacher, had hope of winning. You must know that He Zhi never lost in previous years' wine-fighting poems.

Di Liang straightened up, raised his hand and patted it lightly in the side of the hall. Some maids holding pens and ink books and small incense burners walked in one by one, came to the table where Di Zhixun was, and bent over to salute Master Di.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as incense burners for timekeeping are essential items that Di Mansion must have whenever they celebrate guests, in order to encounter situations like today. Where can the four treasures of the study be short of the gatherings between literati and elegant guests?

"Mr. Di," Liu Yiu bowed and accused Di Zhixun of guilt, and said, "Xiao Ke's calligraphy is a bit ashamed to meet people. I want to ask the two young masters to catch the pen for him. I wonder if it is possible?"

As he said that, Liu Yi's eyes looked at Di Renjie and Di Shijie, and saw that these two little guys were next to Dilu, with red faces, and were about to jump up excitedly, and he couldn't help but chuckled.

"Shijie, and Renjie? Can they?" Di Zhixun frowned slightly. Liu Yifan's handwriting was indeed a bit irrelevant, but it seemed a bit inappropriate to ask the two children to pick up the pen for him.

"They can!" Liu Yijian said to Di Zhixun with a slight agitation: "Although the calligraphy of the two young masters is still a bit immature, they are already the first to see the spotted leopard. Compared to me, my husband, it is too much better. Please ask Lord Di to agree."

"Master, this is not a great thing, let them go." Hearing that his son and nephew were praised like this, Dilu was full of joy, and then persuaded Di Zhixun on the side.

"Well, since it is Mr. Liu's wish, Shijie and Renjie, you two will follow you!" Di Zhixun glanced at the two little guys, and saw that they were all ready to try, he couldn't help but chuckled and waved his hand to signal them to Liu Yi's side.

"Mr. Liu, can you start?" Seeing that Di Shijie and Di Renjie were both in place, He Xian picked up the pen and gently dipped it ink. He turned his head to look at Liu Yi, looking at him with calmness and leisure, and it seemed that he did not really take Liu Yi to heart.

"Mr. Liu is ready, please Mr. He!" Liu Yi bowed to He Zhi, and then leisurely stood beside Di Renjie and Di Shijie with both hands on his back.

"Okay, let's light the incense!" Seeing that they were all ready, Di Zhixun waved his hand to the little maid holding the incense burner. The fire flashed, and a pillar of fragrant ignited slowly in the furnace.

"Huh?!" After Xiangran, when He Zhi was busy writing, to everyone's surprise, Liu Yiu sat down again and then ate the braised pig's trotter he had just bitten, and seemed to have no intention of writing poetry immediately.

What kind of play is this? This kid wasn't scared to death, right? How could he still feel like he was going to chew his pig's trotters at this time?

Is it arrogant or that he thought he had no chance of winning and gave up directly? Some friends and elders who were better than He Zhi couldn't help but frowned.

"It's too much! Mom, look, how could he do this?!" Di Zhizhi clenched her small fist and complained to Dilu in dissatisfaction. Liu Yifan's behavior was extremely contempt for He Zhi.

"Don't be irritated," Dilu looked at Dizhizhi with a light look and said softly: "Since Mr. Liu has agreed to this battle, he will not give up in vain. He will tease Zimei. Please wait a little longer."

Nangong Wan'er is speechless now. I remember hearing her junior sister Zhizhi talk about it before. Liu Yifan is a timid and courageless scholar. Now, looking at Liu Yifan's successive performances, how can he be a little timid and afraid of things?

"Mr. Liu should be giving in," Li Jihe saw Liu Yifan's current appearance, and somehow suddenly felt a strong sense of confidence in this teacher who was not very familiar with him. He would not lose! Liu Yifan and Liu Yifan are the same type of people, talented, confident, and unrestrained. They are often unexpected when doing things. Sometimes Li Jihe even has an illusion that Liu Yifan is Mr. Liu Yifan.

However, their appearance, voice, and even their figures have too many differences, which Li Jihe has always been unable to be sure and believe.

Moreover, compared with Liu Yiyi's restrained performance in Sanyuan before, Liu Yifan was obviously a bit arrogant, and his personality seemed to be very different, and he was completely different from two different people.

"Let me? Cut! Brother Ji, don't put gild on his face, just him..." Nangong Wan'er curled her lips disdainfully, raised her eyes, and saw Liu Yi's mouth's bright greasy mouth. With his eating style, how could he have a little bit of what a literati should look like? Moreover, when talking about writing poetry, Nangong Wan'er couldn't help but think of her two coins of money.

"Sir, it's almost time!" When the pig's trotter under Liu Yi's mouth was almost gnawed, Di Shijie whispered behind him, "The incense in the incense burner has been burned by nearly half, and He Zimei has written three poems in a while, and three glasses of fine wine have been placed beside him.

After watching Liu Yi's pig's trotter that had been gnawing for a long time, many people were already lacking interest and couldn't help but look at He Zhi. Half a stick of incense could write poems that Di Zhixun recognized in the three capitals. He Zhi was really talented.

Liu Yi slowly put down the pig's trotters, which were full of bones in his hand, picked up a napkin next to him and carefully wiped the greasy mouth. Then he stood up, turned his head, and said softly to Di Renjie and Di Shijie, "Okay, we're going to start too."

With his hands behind his back, he took two steps back and forth before the pen and ink. Liu Yiuan said to the two students: "Shijie, Renjie, both of you lift the pen, I chant, you write, one person once, take turns, do you know how to write?"

"Yes, sir!" The two little guys responded together, dipped their pens in thick ink, ready to go.
Chapter completed!