Chapter 49 Ji Song let go The sun shone on the head of the bed, and Ji Song rubbed his forehead that was still aching. Maybe the light was a bit dazzling, so Ji Song blocked his eyes with his hands.
Thinking of what happened last night, Ji Song was a little scared now.
I thought that warriors like Cheng Yaojin would go crazy after drinking.
But what I didn't expect was that the scholar turned out to be more dissolute than the martial artist after getting drunk.
Last night, after Ji Song's food was robbed, a group of disrespectful old men rushed him into the kitchen and continued to cook food for them.
Li Gang knew that his disciple had good cooking skills, and several of his friends were also people who loved food. There was no reason to treat them to himself, so he ordered his servants to invite them.
Originally this was just an ordinary party, but when he thought about it, it was just for drinking and eating.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Ji Song's craftsmanship was really good, and he captured the stomachs of all his friends in an instant, and then a series of things happened that made him, the instigator, dumbfounded.
Xiao Yu took Ji Song's hand and forced him to introduce his teenage granddaughter to him. If Li Gang hadn't stopped her, he would have written a marriage letter on the spot.
In the end, Li Gang said angrily: "What? Ji Song is my disciple, but you want to introduce your granddaughter to him. Why do you want to be my elder?"
Xiao Yu is not a light-hearted person. He is a descendant of the Nanliang royal family, and his aunt is the empress of Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty. He is the most arrogant person, and he cannot give up.
If it weren't for the persuasion of my old friend Kong Yingda, it wouldn't be strange for these two old men to fight.
All of them had an average drinking capacity, especially Li Gang who took out the homemade high-concentration liquor given by Ji Song. He was obviously drunk and felt top-heavy, but he still insisted on claiming to be a confidant in the wine.
When a warrior is drunk, he is nothing more than acting like a drunkard and performing a full martial arts show; But when the scholar was drunk, he didn't give in too much. Anyway, Ji Song vowed never to drink with these disrespectful people in the future.
Drinking with them made Ji Song's life seem like years. He just had to drink well, but if he had to write some poems, it wouldn't work if he didn't.
It doesn't matter if you don't do it or can't do it, just punish yourself with three glasses of wine.
Oh my God, what he drank last night was not the usual low-concentration rice wine, but the liquor distilled by Ji Song. For the first time, he felt what it meant to be trapped in a cocoon.
He seemed to have composed some kind of poem later, but he couldn't remember it at all now.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, everyone is drunk anyway, I'll just refuse to admit it." Ji Song said helplessly, rubbing his still dizzy head.
"Why don't you admit it even to death?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone opened the door to Ji Song's room. When he looked up, he saw that it was the teacher.
Ji Song wanted to get out of bed and salute, but was stopped by the teacher.
Li Gang looked at Ji Song, who was still a little pale, and said with some embarrassment: "The teacher didn't think well last night. I didn't expect that the food you cooked was so delicious. I couldn't help but drink a few more drinks. They were not like this before." of."
When Li Gang said this, Ji Song felt that he was trying to hide something.
Just when Ji Song was about to say something, Li Gang changed his voice and said something that made Ji Song's hair stand on end.
"It's just that you showed great style last night and even composed a poem that will be famous throughout the ages.
I didn't expect that you had the talent to write poetry, which earned me a lot of face at that time.
Didn't you see that those old guys looked dumbfounded? It was so relieved. His Majesty praised your poems this morning. "
"How did your Majesty know?"
Ji Song asked stupidly.
Hearing Ji Song's inquiry, Li Gang suddenly became very happy and told Ji Song about today's morning meeting.
It turned out that Xiao Yu and Kong Yingda, who were never late, were actually late for the morning court today, which made the courtiers must know that they are all great scholars in the world. Strict self-discipline was the most basic thing at that time, but today they are all late.
Li Gang had stopped drinking because of Ji Song's instructions, so he didn't drink too much late at night. In the end, he sent someone to send the two of them home.
Li Yuan was also curious about why these two were late, so he asked the reason.
The emperor asked, and of course they couldn't hide it, so they told the emperor what happened last night and read the poem written by Ji Song in front of the audience.
"Grape wine moonshine cup,
If you want to drink, Pipa will urge you immediately.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, How many people fought back in ancient times? "
After Li Gang read out Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci", Ji Songsheng covered his head with a quilt helplessly, and asked tremblingly under the quilt: "Is there any more?"
Li Gang unhappily pulled back the quilt and said, "Do you think a good poem is just Chinese cabbage? It's a blessing to have one, and I don't dare to ask for more."
Ji Song was visibly relieved when he heard this one song.
It seemed that I was forced to have no choice last night, so I recited a poem. I must have been drunk after that.
But considering that even the people in the court knew about it, Ji Song didn't need to think too much. It wouldn't take long for this "Liangzhou Ci" to spread throughout Chang'an City after the court.
After Ji Song came to Datang, he kept warning himself not to do things that were incompatible with his abilities and his age, but no matter how hard he calculated, he never expected to get drunk.
He had too many secrets, and he had made up his mind a long time ago that he would never get drunk in his life, but he didn't expect that he still fell into trouble.
You know, a poem is a trivial matter, but the subsequent fame is not what he wants.
As long as there is the first time, Ji Song will not be able to hold it back anymore, and in the end he can only continue to copy poems.
Each poem is written by the poet under a specific environment and life insights. It does not mean that you can copy it however you want.
If one day someone asks you to compose a poem at a specific time, a specific place, and a specific environment, everything will be brought back to its original state.
Therefore, Ji Song will not never return on this road unless absolutely necessary.
Seeing the teacher, his eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed the teacher's arm and asked: "Teacher, if I say that this poem was not written by me, do you believe it?"
Although Li Gang was puzzled by Ji Song's behavior, he still replied: "You didn't do it? It's impossible. There were only a few of us present last night. Who else could have done it if it wasn't you?"
"Then what if the disciple said that I was dreaming about it at that time?" Ji Song still refused to give up and continued to ask.
This time Li Gang did not answer in a hurry, but touched Ji Song's forehead and said, "I don't have a fever. Why are you talking nonsense? Even if it was your dream, it was your fault. Is there anything strange about this?" ?”
Li Gang's answer completely made Ji Song give up, but fortunately it was only this one. If there were more, Ji Song really didn't know what to do.
Anyway, he has made up his mind. No matter who asks from now on, he will always say that he dreamed it. How can the things in the dream be taken seriously?
After thinking about it in his mind, Ji Song immediately got out of bed and ate something, which was all prepared in advance.
Ji Song wolfed down the food on the table.
Since practicing the nameless guidance technique, Ji Song's appetite has increased a lot, and he can eat as much as two adult men at a time.
(End of this chapter)