Zhang Feng waved his hand.
"What's there to talk about this poem? It's just something I casually recited after drinking! "
Now you want me to talk about this poem?
Goodbye!
However, Li Chengqian was not having it. He continued to ask, "How can someone who can make such a poem be careless?"
"Do you know that those poems of yours have been framed by my father as a heirloom to be passed down?"
Li Chengqian shook his head and stared at Zhang Feng curiously.
"Brother Zhang Feng, tell me the truth. How many more poems do you know? Do you know that during the Dragon Boat Festival, there will be a poetry gathering in Chang 'an City? If you're willing to go, the top courtesan of Chang' an City, Jingshu, who no one has ever had the chance to get close to, will … "
"Poetry gathering?"
"Jingshu?"
Zhang Feng was a little dizzy.
It's okay to play around, but you want me to go to a poetry gathering?
He knew how crazy the poetry gathering in the Tang Dynasty was. Basically, many young ladies from noble families would attend that poetry gathering. Moreover, all the talents in Chang 'an City and even the Tang Dynasty would come to Chang' an to attend that poetry gathering.
It was not only a chance to become famous, but also a chance to win the heart of a beauty.
Even if by chance, he might be chosen by a big family and become a member.
However, the premise was that he knew how to compose poems!
He was not afraid of composing poems, but to compete in poems, and even compose poems?
Forget it.
Goodbye.
At that time, the first one to be finished would be him. With his limited knowledge, going to that place was purely torture!
Zhang Feng's face turned serious and said, "I appreciate Brother Li's kindness, but what is a poem?"
"It's a kind of artistic conception!"
"It's not created for a competition. Otherwise, what's the use of it?"
"It's a knife to kill, the source of hatred. If Brother Li is really doing it for my good, don't mention it again! I don't want to increase the sin of killing because of poems! "
Li Chengqian was dumbfounded.
How did this poetry gathering turn into a sin of killing?
But when he thought about it, it was quite interesting.
Zhang Feng's poems were too shocking. If he were to appear, then wouldn't those poor students who wanted to fight for a better tomorrow return in disappointment?
In that case, wouldn't their future be ruined? Wouldn't they be unable to recover from the setback?
Even jumping into a river to commit suicide was considered a light punishment …
He knew that there was once a scholar at a poetry meet. Because of the woman he loved, he planned to win the woman's favor at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. However, fate dictated that in the end, the woman fell in love with another scholar, and in the end...
In a fit of rage, the man killed the woman's family, as well as that scholar's family!
When Imperial Father was still the King of Qin, he was furious, but in the end, the matter was left unsettled.
At this moment, Li Chengqian was filled with emotions when he heard Zhang Feng mention it.
"Forget it! Brother Zhang Feng's concept is something we can't compare to! "
"What concept?"
At this moment, a few drunkards who were drunk came up. With a strong smell of alcohol, they hooked Li Chengqian and Zhang Feng and started to drink.
"I say, are you two here to watch a good show?"
"Didn't we say that good brothers should share weal and woe together? We've already drunk a big jar, no! You guys have to make up for it! "
"Yes! Me, Buggy, and Idiot Wei have already finished. You two shouldn't slack off. Otherwise, Lao Tzu's fist won't be merciful! "
Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched.
Fine!
He couldn't afford to offend these two!
If this fist came down, he would most likely die!
"Come!"
"Let's do it!"
"Whoever doesn't do it is a grandson!"
Zhang Feng also became unyielding.
He grabbed three jars with the number '65' written on them and threw them to the three. Then, he picked up two jars with the number '1' written on them, slapped the seal and raised his head to drink.
Seeing this, how could the three of them endure it?
They raised their heads and drank. Even Li Chengqian couldn't help but clench his teeth and raise his head to gulp down the wine.
"Burp —!"
A jar of wine went down.
Even though he only had a 10% alcohol tolerance, Zhang Feng still felt like the world was spinning.
He looked at Cheng Chumo and the others, who were basically lying on the ground with their limbs spread out, hugging the wine jars and refusing to let go.
They were even laughing foolishly.
Li Chengqian wasn't any better.
As he drank, he raised his head and fell to the ground with a thud, sleeping soundly.
Zhang Feng walked around and sat on a stool in a daze. After a long time, he finally recovered from the dizziness. But when he saw the people sprawled all over the ground, he couldn't help but have a headache.
Last night, he got Lao Tzu drunk. Now, in broad daylight, he got his son drunk. Lao Li and the others wouldn't beat him up with a big club, right?
Thinking about it, Zhang Feng hurriedly got up and bolted the door. Only then did he heave a deep sigh of relief.
But what should he do with the people on the ground?
What if they tore down the shop again, then …
"Brother! You're not thick enough … Roar! "
At this moment, Cheng Chumo sat up dizzily and grabbed Zhang Feng's collar. Dizzily, he pointed at the people on the ground and spat in disdain.
"Hehe … Hehe … They're all trash! Lao Tzu's alcohol tolerance is still the best! Come, come, come, why are you still … burp … not drunk? "
Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.
What the hell was this?
Could it be that Lao Tzu had no choice but to drink?
At this moment, after falling down a few times, Cheng Chumo took two jars of wine from the wine cabinet. After a long time, he crawled in front of Zhang Feng and grabbed Zhang Feng's collar.
"Drink!"
"If you don't drink, then you're looking down on me, Iron Bull!"
Zhang Feng's face turned green.
This was Lao Tzu's little pub, okay?
The wine was Lao Tzu's, okay?
However, Cheng Chumo was drunk. How could he care so much?
He saw that Zhang Feng did not move.
How could he let this go?
He was about to beat him up. Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and looked at the word "One" written on the jar of wine. He made up his mind and roared, "Drink! Damn it, if you don't drink, then you're looking down on me, Zhang Feng. You're a coward! "
"Coward?"
When Cheng Chumo heard that, he exploded.
He broke the seal with his fist and raised his head to drink.
After a while, only the sound of two jars shattering could be heard.
Zhang Feng and Cheng Chumo were also drunk.
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