C25 Everyone Drinks

The youth held the ball, cupped his hands, and bowed towards Chen Yulan, saying, "I believe that I cannot make a poem as good as that young master's for now, so I won't embarrass myself by laughing. I shall drink three cups of wine to make this a good poem!" After he finished speaking, he straightforwardly raised his wine cup and drank three cups. His actions were very free and easy.

Li Xin saw that his wine cup wasn't small. At the beginning, he was a little worried that the child's liver wouldn't be able to endure so much alcohol. But then he thought, "Oh right, this isn't a secondary dish. At most, it's only a alcoholic beverage. What's there to worry about?" He shook his head silently and drank a cup of tea.

The youth recognized him as admitting defeat, and his words were very beautiful. As a result, no one felt that there was anything wrong with his actions. Instead, they all nodded their heads, and seemed to even admire him. After that, the youth handed over the embroidered ball to someone close to him. That person followed his example and cupped his hands in a salute towards Chen Yulan. He drank three cups in a row and handed the ball to someone else.

Admitting defeat was originally quite a shameful matter, but losing to Chen Xiaolan's "Begging for a Maid", honestly speaking, was not that embarrassing either. As for the liquor penalty, as long as the title "Congratulations to the good poem" was applicable, it could be turned into something elegant and enjoyable. Therefore, everyone who received the ball would drink three cups of it, and then hand the ball over to someone else with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Soo Soo smiled even more happily from the pavilion. At the poetry meet that she presided over, there was a good poem that no one dared to write again. This kind of plot was clearly more eye-catching than simply having a good poem, and was easily spread by people with great interest. She knew that she was not far from success.

In the hall, the ball was constantly being passed through, and soon, it was handed to Qin Huaiyu. He did not hold back and drank six cups of wine consecutively before he finally said with a straight face, "Brother Chen is so talented that it's hard for me to hit you." This poem of yours is worth six cups of wine. "

Chen Xiaolan was very excited. In fact, she was already getting excited when she saw one scholar after another bowing and admitting defeat in front of her. She knew her poem was good, but she hadn't expected it to happen. Her heart was thumping as if someone was beating a drum.

This feeling of being recognized was really great. However, Chen Xiaolan was not happy for long. In fact, she was only happy for a moment. It was because she suddenly thought of something. She was just a girl, so even if she was talented, what was the use of it? Wasn't he going to marry a foppish playboy?

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaolan glanced at Li Xin. Li Xin took the silk ball from Qin Huaiyu and smiled at her.

Chen Yulan pursed his lips.

Logically speaking, every time someone received a ball of silk, the maids would bring paper and brush to this person's side to serve him. However, because the ball had been passed on, no one had asked for a pen or a paper. They all chose to drink the wine. They were happy to be lazy and stood by the side to wait upon him.

Unexpectedly, after Li Xin received the ball, he did not choose to drink. Instead, he stretched out his hand to the maid beside him and heroically said, "Take out the pen and paper!"

With that said, the noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly quietened down. Everyone looked at Li Xin, who had just said those words. Their eyes were filled with enmity and disdain — — Damn, we all admitted defeat. You also admitted defeat obediently. Must jump out to get pen and paper, what? Become a demon? You think you're stronger than us? I want to see what kind of lousy poem you can write!

There were many who harbored such thoughts in their hearts. Most likely, among the scholars present, they were all waiting to see a good show with Li Xin. In fact, even the maid who came to Li Xin's side with a pen and paper thought the same.

There was no other way. Human nature was just like that. To be different from others meant to bear the gaze of others — to be worshipped after success, to be laughed at after failure.

Li Xin understood the attitude of the others, but he didn't care about it. He only lightly took the pen and paper that the maid handed to him and slightly nodded his head as a form of thanks.

After spreading out the paper on the table, Li Xin was about to write with his pen, but he suddenly stopped. This was because he had thought of an important matter.

Chen Xiaolan looked at him strangely and asked, "What's wrong?" "Why not?"

Whispers gradually increased, and from time to time one could hear a weird "Write it!" Hurry up and write ".

Li Xin's expression was somewhat awkward. To tell the truth, he had always overlooked one thing: he could not write!

Of course, as an engineering student of a key university in the 21st century, Li Xin definitely knew how to write. Even if he typed too much on his computer and often forgot to write, he would never reach the stage where he could not write.

The reason was very simple: all he could write was simple, he could not write the words of the Tang Dynasty at all.

The Tang Dynasty characters were actually almost exactly the same as the traditional Chinese characters of later generations. In the following thousand years of history, there were almost no major changes and the characters were passed down from beginning to end. This was a unique charm that belonged solely to the Chinese characters. As a person who loved traditional culture, although Li Xin was able to read traditional writing without any pressure, he could only write three familiar words at most. Moreover, some of his strokes were uncertain, so if he forcefully wrote them, there was a high chance that he would make a mistake.

Wasn't it too embarrassing to write the wrong words in front of everyone's eyes?

Li Xin had a faint feeling that he was riding a tiger and couldn't get down.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xiao Lan saw that Li Xin didn't answer and asked again.

Li Xin glanced at her, placed the pen in front of her and whispered, "My handwriting is too ugly. After I write it, it will be a bit embarrassing. I'll impart it to you, so you can write it."

Chen Xiaolan didn't refuse. Suspicious, she took the pen and quietly moved the paper in front of Li Xin. She glanced at Li Xin, indicating that he should begin.

Li Xin cleared his throat. Under the unfriendly gaze of the crowd, he slowly opened his mouth, "Shi Ming, Seventh Festival."

Chen Yu Lan used her beautiful little hand to write the word "Qixi" on the paper. Some people chuckled from time to time, "Isn't this name a bit too common? How can it compare to 'begging'?"

"Qi Xi" and "Qi Qi" were originally just two titles for the same holiday.

Li Xin silently rolled his eyes and then said the first line of the poem, "The night sky is filled with the fine moonlight …"