At the hour of You, some people arrived at Qujiangchi one after another. Tanghe, who lives in the north city of Chang'an, also followed his father on the way to the south city.

The real-time road conditions are not unobstructed, but there is no traffic jam. This depends entirely on the main road of four-carriage cars in both directions and the fangluo road that can drive two carriages side by side.

As they approached Qujiangchi, Tang Laosi followed his father out of the carriage. The mile ahead was already full of cars, so they had to walk over.

After crossing the gate of Qujiangyuan and continuing along the way, Tang Jian and Tang Laosi continued to salute and responded.

What I heard most is: I have met Duke Ju, who is the Qilin Tang Silang of the noble mansion?

And my father's answer: He is just a fourth child in a certain family, just a rebellious son. How dare he be the name of Qilin?

Compared to the father who made a lot of praise and gloomy face, Tang Heshang lacked interest, otherwise he would have to confront his father all the way: I am a rebellious son? Don’t be proud if you have the ability!

At four o'clock, the banquet officially began, and plates of delicacies and pots of sake were brought up by the servants of Qujiangyuan.

Divided food, one serving per person!

Tang Laosi, who was sitting in the middle and back of the banquet, looked at the food on the small table in front of him and was stunned.

A poem flashed through my mind: "A golden cup of wine weighs ten thousand yuan, and a jade plate of treasures is ashamed to be ten thousand yuan."

It suits the situation, but not the situation.

The poems from which junior of the Saiyecheng in my mind came from a hundred years later made Tang Heshang feel ironic at this time.

These things on the table are enough to build a few more houses in the morning, buy a few new clothes, and how long does it take to eat rough rice?

After sighing slightly, Tang Silang wanted to ask the system that was down: Did you make Tang become a little Virgin?

Shaoqing, musicians and dancers came in one after another.

The bells and drums are ringing, as graceful as a terrifying geese.

According to the process, after the opening dance, Taichangqing reads the article to tell the world.

Li Shentong, the King of Huai'an who was Taichangqing at the time, is now lying on his sickbed, so the entire task of reading the sacrificial texts was handed over to Shaoqing, who is the boss of the eldest brother on Tanghe.

The style of writing still originated from the late Han Dynasty and flourished in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

With Taichang Shaoqing's sonorous and powerful recitation, the sentences of "Single Four Lis and Six" sounded very good.

Tang Laosi summarized it and said two meanings: the emperor is civil and military, and the Tang Dynasty is prosperous and the people are safe!

When Tang Laosi heard this, he sneered. The former is nothing wrong, while the latter is not covered in clothes and food, so how can the country be peaceful and the people be safe?

Little do they know that the knowledge that should not appear in Tang He’s mind has raised the horizon of looking at things for no reason.

After reading the tribute, the banquet officially began.

The emperor, who was covered in red after listening to the sacrificial text, picked up the wine glass and said, "Today is Shangsi, we have done this first bottle of wine together!"

Everyone present, including Tang Laosi, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one go.

After blinking, Tang Heshang, who had flushed on his face, felt that the sake was slightly bitter, but he didn't know if it was because of the poor alcohol content or other reasons.

The banquet continued, and the next time, it was naturally singing and dancing with wine.

Thanks to Tang Laosi's reputation for drinking is as famous as his father. The middle and lower-level officials, middle and lower-level nobles and ordinary families who came to toast were just a brief taste on Tanghe.

Even so, when the banquet reached its climax, Tang Laosi had already drank two bottles, which was a bit too much!

The Tang people are fond of poetry, how can they not have poems to accompany wine at banquets?

Seeing that the climax was coming, many people were eager to try it out. Especially for the children of aristocratic families, who would not want the emperor to make a splash in front of him and then put on his official robe?

With great anticipation, the emperor stood up with a wine glass and said, "How can there be no poetry in the banquet? I think you have been preparing for a long time. Today, everyone should not drink and chant freely! The theme is to be a banquet and spring as the theme!"

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, someone immediately walked out of the middle part of the banquet pavilion.

When His Majesty Li Er saw that he could be considered his nephew and smiled and said, "Cui Jie, do you have any poetry or essays?"

The ward bowed and smiled and said, "It's true, but I heard that Master Li has accepted a closed disciple in recent days. I think he must be able to learn Wuche. This person is now in the garden. If he doesn't speak, I dare not speak first!"

After hearing this, the emperor turned dark and thought that the baby of the Cui family in Boling was going to be the first to win the crowd, but he never thought that he dug a hole and buried people at such a banquet!

Tang Laosi became a disciple of Li Gang, but who has ever heard Tang Laosi be able to recite poems and write?

What’s important is that you are jealous of Tang Laosi’s ability to become a disciple of Li Gang, but you pushed me to the fire frame and handcuffed me, okay?

The emperor took a deep breath and asked tentatively: "Does there be a abdominal case in Tang He's chest?"

Tang Laosi, who was slightly alcoholic, stood up and replied, "Yes, yes, but I don't want to write poems."

"Haha, do you don't want to do it or can't do it?"

Cui Jie sneered and said, "Is it possible that Shaojian Tang is afraid that his poems and essays will be too bad and will lose Master Li's face?"

The aggressive pit-digging method that is unfavorable has no effect on Tang Laosi this time.

I saw that Tang Laosi still shook his head and said, "I'm not interested!"

At this moment, someone suddenly stood up and bowed to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, Young Master Tang is a disciple of Master Li. If you don't have him today, I dare not show any ugliness!"

"I'm going to discuss it!"

"I also agree!"

......

Some people kept asking for advice, some were following Wei Su to dig a hole for Tang Laosi, some were actually poetry and prose in their hearts, and they were eager to start the competition, while others just wanted to become famous on the Tang River.

Li Gang’s closed disciples are not as good as me in writing poetry. How powerful are they?

The emperor was in a difficult situation and glared at Cui Jie, and wrote down the man in his heart, then said to Tang Laosi: "Tang Silang, since he has poetry and prose, you might as well let everyone appreciate it and make progress together!"

Tang Silang smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you really want me to write a poem?"

His Majesty Li Er nodded!

Tang Laosi laughed and picked up the wine bottle and drank it all!

He burped and said, "Since Your Majesty wants me to write poems, I will show my ugly expression! Let's write!"

The waiter brought the pen and ink, and Tang Laosi wrote it quickly, and the first poem was printed on the paper!

However, Tang Laosi did not stop and changed to another piece of paper to continue writing the second poem!

The third piece of paper, Tang He only wrote a sentence, and couldn't stand the sleepiness, so he lay on the table.

Tang Jian's eyes were bright and he immediately helped his son away with poor alcohol tolerance.

This caused a buzzing whisper at the banquet, which was a discussion about the fact that Tang Laosi was unable to write poetry, so he deliberately took the wine to escape, for fear of losing face.

It was at this moment that the eunuch of the group received the paper and began to recite: "The first song "Unt Title": An ancient wood is decorated with a short tent in the middle of the shade, and the sticks are supported by apricot blossoms. The rain of apricot blossoms is wet, and the wind of willows is not cold."

As soon as the eunuch of the group finished speaking, the originally buzzing banquet suddenly became silent.

The emperor immediately took the paper from the eunuch's hand and looked at it carefully. His first reaction was: Why did Cheng Yaojin take it out that day?

Before the emperor could read it carefully, the eunuch recited the second poem: "March spring is like a young man, and I know that fortune is the most fun. I have no worries about my wisdom and willow catkins, and the Tao follows the natural flowers. The gardens of Jinxiang are rich and noble, and the moon is clear and wonderful in the courtyards of gods. The old sky is like spring in March, and I don’t frown when I go around the world."

The third piece of paper, when the old eunuch looked at it, his hand almost shook. The only poem on it was opened. He opened his mouth, but the old eunuch was unable to speak.

The emperor, who was in his interest, smiled slightly and said, "Continue to recite!"
Chapter completed!