Seeing that the princess was fine, Xiao Family Ding fucked another bottle, and couldn't help but praise the princess's alcohol tolerance, so she really couldn't show it!

After Xiao Jiading and Lu Zhaolin had both drunk the drink, the princess looked at them again with a smile and said softly: "Can you still drink?"

Xiao Jiading couldn't stand the excitement when drinking, not to mention that the other party was a woman, he couldn't help but feel proud and said: "36,000 days a hundred years, 300 cups a day must be poured! - Drink!"

The princess praised: "It's so much that one day is worth three hundred!" She poured wine for Xiao Family Ding.

Lu Zhaolin was also infected by Xiao Jiading's heroic spirit. He had average alcohol tolerance, but he also held the wine bottle high and said:

The golden marten sometimes exchanges fine wine,

Jade Li, but don’t count on money.

After saying that, he ignored others and raised his neck and drank a full bottle of wine. His body couldn't help but shake. Xiao Jiading quickly supported him with one hand and apologized for a while. The princess blinked and signaled that it was okay.

After Lu Zhaolin stood firmly, Xiao Jiading let him go, served wine and drank the cup.

The princess also drank slowly, and the flour noodles turned slightly red. She looked at Xiao Jiading with big watery eyes and said, "Xiao Lang, can you still drink it?"

Listening to her sweet and sweet sentence "Xiao Lang" in her heart, Xiao Jiading's heart beat sharply. I immediately remembered that the so-called "Xiao Lang" was just a common name for men in the Tang Dynasty, and it did not have the charming spring spirit of later generations. It was equivalent to the name "comrade" used in the 1960s and 1970s. It was a spoken word, but I thought it wrongly, so I quickly coughed and covered it up, and smiled: "

Life is wandering for a hundred years,

And you must be filled with eternal love!

The princess smiled and said, "Xiao Lang is worthy of being a genius who has made poetry in seven steps. The words are quatrains! And the alcohol content is no less than that of poetry. Come on! Drink another bottle!"

The two drank another bottle.

Li Ke, who was standing beside him, hurriedly said, "My beloved concubine, Brother Xiao still has to write poetry, so he can't drink it anymore!"

The princess said, "I have to be half drunk to write this topic better!" After that, she looked at Xiao Jiading with her eyes squintedly and asked again, "Can I still drink it?"

Xiao Jiading laughed: "You must have fun in life, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty! Come on, cook sheep and slaughter cattle and have fun, you must drink three hundred cups in one drink!"

The princess laughed and said, "I want to cook sheep and slaughter cows? Look. It's already preparing there."

Xiao Jiading looked up and saw that, sure enough, many servants had raised bonfires under the peach woods, started grilling beefs and sheep, setting tables and chairs, and serving dishes. He prepared for the banquet that was about to be held for a while. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva."

Seeing his greedy look, the princess smiled even more and said, "It seems that you are hungry. The prince said just now that he can't drink anymore. You can write poems first. If you win the championship, I will cook sheep and slaughter cattle and stop drunk with you! - Prince, has he ever made it?"

Li Ke nodded and looked at the princess with care: "The beloved concubine has finally found a talented man who can fight for wine. How can I disappoint me? If he really wants to win the championship, we will only get drunk with him!"

Xiao Family Ding shook his robe sleeves and bowed: "Thank you, Prince! Thank you, Princess!"

The princess put down the wine bottle and glanced at the talented men on the stage. She opened her red lips and said, "My question is about wine as the topic. Those who love wine can write about wine good, while those who don't love wine can also write about wine bad, and speak freely. Everyone express their opinions!"

Li Ke felt a sudden realization and said to the princess: "It turns out that you just gave wine to them to have a feeling of wine and then write it. Can you write more about what you think in your heart?"

The princess smiled and said, "That's right, with wine as the theme, how can I write real emotions without the intention of drinking? It's like painting, without being immersed in the scene, it's hard to describe the beautiful scenery."

Li Ke nodded frequently: "Very good! Then start!"

Xiao Jiading was happy when he heard this. He didn't expect that this noble princess was also a fairy in wine. Xiao Jiading liked drinking very much, so he also liked poems about wine. He was full of poems about this. For a moment, he couldn't imagine which one to choose. He held an empty wine bottle, squinted his drunken eyes with the intention of drinking, and was thinking there.

The princess said to Xiao Jiading: "Xiao Lang, your two sentences just now are very exciting. Can you integrate him into your poem later?"

The few sentences from Xiao Family Ding just now were "The Legend of the Concubine" by the poet and the wine fairy Li Taibai. Since the princess said that, there was no choice. She said immediately: "The princess has a life, no one dares not to obey!"

"Very good! Let's start!" After that, he lit a stick of incense in the incense burner in a corner of the high platform, and followed Shu King Li Ke down the high platform.

Xiao Jiading was still standing there, blinking his mouth, looking at the big wine bottle of fragrant wine. The princess and Li Ke looked at each other and stood up and said, "Xiao Lang, can you not have the intention to drink? If so, you can drink it yourself!"

Xiao Jiading was not polite, thanked him and walked to the big wine bottle. After hesitating for a moment, he simply threw down the empty wine bottle in his hand, grabbed the wine ladle, and drank the wine from the big wine bottle where he was holding the wine.

Now everyone in the audience was amazed, and most of the talented people on the stage showed joy, especially Zhong Wenbo, who hoped that Xiao Jiading would get drunk and could not write poems, so he would have hope of winning the championship.

Seeing that he drank the wine as water, Lu Zhaolin was a little anxious. He put down his brush, walked over and pulled his sleeves, and whispered: "Stop drinking, brother, write poetry first, the fragrance is half burning!"

Xiao Jiading narrowed his drunken eyes and looked at the incense in the incense burner. It was indeed half burned. Wu Yun shook his head and said, "Don't worry, you can only write a poem about wine after drinking. You are the number one talented man, but you are not a wine person, and you won't understand the taste! Go back!" After that, he pushed Lu Zhaolin back to the bed.

While Xiao Jiading drank wine directly with a wine ladle, he looked at the talents and the incense burner with his eyes slanted, and saw that all the talents had stopped writing, and there was not much incense left. Then he laughed three times, threw the wine ladle, walked back to the couch, picked up the inkstone, carried the brush, walked to the snow-white curtain surrounding the high platform, picked up the pen and wrote.

Pan Biejie, the host, quickly said, "Oh no..."

But King Li Ke of Shu smiled and waved his hand to signal that it would not matter, Pan Biejia then shut up.

Xiao Jiading uses cursive script to write the crazy poem "To Become a Wine" by Li Taibai:

Don’t you see the Yellow River water coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Haven't you seen the bright mirror in the high hall sad with white hair, like blue hair in the morning, turning into snow in the evening.

You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.

...

A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man will be sent to his wine, and he will be given the same age as you.

His crazy cursive writing is very fast, but his brushwork is not messy at all. His pen is like a dragon and a snake. Combined with this refreshing and crazy poem in wine, people can feel the heroism that comes to their faces.

After writing the last word, he threw the brush in his hand back, and it happened to fall on Zhong Wenbo's head. However, Zhong Wenbo was unaware that he was staring at the famous poem on the curtain with other talents. He was also a genius who was proficient in poetry. He was deeply shocked and did not notice the pen on his head.

The host of the stage, Pan Biejia, watched the last bit of incense burn out and said, "Just right!"

After reading this poem, Lu Zhaolin walked to Xiao Jiading, bowed and said, "Brother is really a genius. Even if I have written such poems for a hundred years, I can't write them!"

Xiao Jiading quickly returned the gift: "Second brother, please be polite."

The nine referees in the audience also looked at Xiao Jiading's poem, full of admiration, whispering to each other, and nodding frequently.

Li Ke stood up and said, "The poem has been completed. Read other poems, and then ask the judge to comment."

Pan Biejia quickly agreed and read out the poems of others one by one. It turned out that they were all brilliant and written in great detail. Everyone below shook their heads and was amazed.

After reading, the nine referees followed Li Ke and came to a room next to him surrounded by curtains to discuss.

Tang Lin in the audience was very satisfied with Xiao Jiading's performance, and his eyes were full of praise. However, the princess did not come on stage to congratulate him, but just sat upright on the couch, looking at the poem on the curtain, smiling, and nodding from time to time.

After a while, the nine referees followed Li Ke and each took their seats. The referee result was handed over to Pan Biejia.

Pan Biejia looked at it and was slightly surprised. He looked back at Xiao Jiading and others who had already stood in a row waiting for the results. Then he spoke. He was very eloquent and commented on everyone's poems from his perspective. Naturally, it was a big deal. Just from his comments, you don't know who can get the first place.

After some comments and praises, Pan Biejia began to announce his rankings.

He glanced at everyone in the venue mysteriously and said, "Next, I want to announce the Tanhua of this poetry conference first, he is--" After a long quiet time, he loudly said his name: "Shi Shuzhou!"

Xiao Jiading, a talented man who entered the top ten, was very careful and knew that Shi Shuzhou was a scholar from a poor family. He was almost thirty years old and dressed very simply. His poems were fresh and natural. Xiao Jiading also liked them very much. He deserved it.

Everyone in the audience praised him. Shi Shuzhou on the stage was a little embarrassed, blushed, and kept bowing and thanking him.

When Zhong Wenbo heard that he took the third place, he became nervous. There were Xiao Jiading and Lu Zhaolin ahead. They must be the first and second. So wouldn’t he be squeezed out of the top three?

He was the No. 1 top scorer last year! He won the title of No. 1 Talent in Yizhou. This year, he was about to be squeezed out of the top three. He really wanted to cry without tears. He looked at his father Zhong Facao, who was sitting in the VIP seat below the stage in depressed manner. Seeing his gloomy face, he was even more frightened. He lowered his head.
Chapter completed!