Chapter 39 Talent Test

The wine is fragrant and brewed for 18 years.

The whole Dragon Pavilion is filled with the smell of wine, and the applause is continuous.

An empty jar fell to the ground, and the red hall of Concubine Yu was in the red wine color, and the pink skin like peach and plums looked more rosy and enchanting against the wine-colored red clothes.

This is already the third jar of wine. Her footsteps began to be a little floating, and a blurred light flashed in her beautiful eyes. Looking at the white robe opposite her, she was shocked and sighed that he was still so calm and calm and drunk.

"Do you want to drink it again?" Hua Che's voice became ethereal and distant to her, and his smiling expression was like a phantom in a dream, constantly disillusioned and overlapping.

"Ha ha, Mr. Long is a good drinker, but..." Shaking her body, she barely pretended to be sober, held her heavy head, and smiled, "You have to wait for me first. I'll come. I haven't arrived for half an hour. I still have a chance to win. Wait for a while and come back to accompany you right away. How about getting up and drinking?

There is a fiery red glow on her pink cheeks, and the woman's lazy and charming posture is even more charming because she is drunk.

She looked at Hua Che's expression with all her heart until she saw a beautiful arc at the corners of his mouth and heard him say, "Okay, it doesn't matter. I can wait. Now, we drink three altars each, which is a draw. Within half an hour, I will wait for you to come back and drink, and then we will fight."

After listening to him, Concubine's face immediately had a drunken smile. She stretched out her hand and wanted to pat Hua Che's shoulder, but because the distance was too far, she patted her on the table. Her beautiful hand tapped the table and hummed, "Mr. Long, you are really a good man, elegant and elegant. You are a real gentleman, understand. You have to let women, unlike those damn rogue bad guys who self-respect gentlemen, um... I like you so much."

The last sentence came out suddenly, and the people sitting were all embarrassed, but Concubine still smiled dreamily and said, "But don't get me wrong, liking doesn't mean love. I already have... someone I love, hehe...but that guy...that damn guy..."

I couldn't help but shed tears. Concubine Yu fell on the table, dreaming and sleepy. The clouds beside her happened to see the pearl tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes. She pulled her awkwardly and worriedly and said, "Sister Yufei, stop talking, stop talking, let's go, I'll take you out to wake up and wake up. Come on, let's go out to blow the wind and shout a few times and we'll be fine! Get up, get up..."

The expression of prince Lianxi can't be said how ugly it is. On a rainy day, Yingxi and Yingxi stood on their side, and they were also embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Finally, Yun Zheyan pulled Concubine out of the lobby of the Shenlong Pavilion, and Concubine kept vomiting. Yun Zheyan patted her on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey, Sister Concubine Zhen, what's wrong with you? Aren't you usually drunk? Drinking with those men, I've never seen you drunk. How come today..."

"In the past, those men were too lustful. I coaxed them a few words. They all drank more than me, and they were drunk if they couldn't drink a jar. However, I really doubted that he was not a human today. Why did he drink so much? He didn't even go to the toilet? Don't handsome men need to go to the toilet? Well..."

Another sip of wine vomited, and Yun Zheyan kept rubbing her back and asked, "I also feel strange. This man is not only too handsome, but also the temperament revealed on his body is also unusual. He must not be an ordinary person. Otherwise, Sister Lianxi will not let us four People came to compete with him alone. Sister Yufei, I'll watch this scene. Forget it and admit defeat! Sister Lianxi certainly won't blame you."

"Alas, the first defeat in my life, forget it, I really can't stand it, huh..." After vomiting continuously, Concubine brushed away the clouds and hurriedly lost a sentence, "Fold the smoke, don't worry about me, I really can't..." After saying that, she picked up her skirt and ran to a cottage in the courtyard of the Shenlong Pavilion.

Yun Zheyan looked at the figure of the concubine running away, looking left and right, and was a little at a loss. How powerful can the man in the white robe sitting in the lobby be? Ouch!" After a few sighs, the folded smoke quickly rushed back to the lobby and said to the prince Lianxi, "Well, Sister Lianxi, that... Sister Yingfei is suddenly allergic to alcohol today and is not feeling well, so she went to rest and rest..." She lowered her head and smiled with some embarrassment. She turned to Hua Che again and said in a quiet voice, "Mr. Long Look..."

"Since Miss Yufei is not feeling well, that's all for this gamble. What do you think?"

Hua Che's words fell, and Gongzi Lianxi and others all showed surprise and surprise on their faces.

"Why did you drink so much and have nothing to do?" Prince Lianxi couldn't help but be curious.

"My son has never left wine. The unthinkable and unforgettable wine is the best in the world. He can drink it as water, not to mention the 18-year-old daughter red you have brewed here?" He smiled faintly, his eyelashes flashed, and he glanced at the prince Lianxi intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, you win this game. I don't want to take advantage of it." Prince Lianxi intercepted, and then waved to the rainy day, "It's your turn to the next competition. On a rainy day, you come first!"

"The Dragon is really generous. I'm not ashamed to wait." On a rainy day, he saluted Hua Che and shook his fan and said, "The prince's drinking capacity is amazing. Everyone can see it. I don't know how Mr. Long has made poetry, books, etiquette and music, literary and songs? Pucai on a rainy day, but he dares to fight with Mr. Long?

I bowed, and my eyes turned on a rainy day and flashed a bright light, but I saw that Hua Che's eyes were still deep and bottomless, and I couldn't understand the wisdom and feelings contained in its depths.

At a glance, I feel unfathomable.

Hua Che asked with a smile, "What does the girl want to compare on a rainy day?"

"What will Mr. Long do? What are you good at in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?

Hua Che smiled and said casually, "Then play the piano!"

"Okay, get the piano!" Yu Tianming took a colorful Fengmingqi seven-stringed piano and put it in front of Hua Che, but suddenly cut the peach blossom fan on the surface of the piano. The strings of Zimu ice were all broken in the middle. Hua Che was stunned and looked at Yu Tian's smiling eyes and asked slightly puzzledly. Unexpectedly, Yu Tian said, "If you only play the piano, it's too vulgar. Genius There is no need for perfect equipment. Genius only needs perfect wisdom. You and I share a piano, and the piano is divided into two. It is also very fair to play the same inscription. What does Mr. Long think?

After a moment of silence, she saw that a trace of annoyance had been squeezed out between Hua Che's eyebrows, but a bright light flashed in her eyes.

"Okay, no problem. Just play half a piano, so what's the title?

"The bright moon." When the word rainy day fell, she picked up half of the piano and rotated to the lobby. The strings had been broken, but they gradually became a song under her slow pick. The music was melodious, sometimes light and smooth, sometimes whistling high, gurgling water, trickling waterfalls, flying waterfalls, and the collapse of mountains, all presented in one beautiful picture after another. In the eyes of people.

There are paintings in the piano, and there are also poems in the piano. The melody is broken in the middle of the stream, the veil is brushed on rainy days, and between the red lips and jade teeth, poems come out:

Looking at the moon rising in the stream, the world shines at the ends of the world. The silver launched to welcome it. Unexpectedly, he refused to wear a gift. He stretched out his hand and pretended to be crazy. He was nothing more than choosing one. He knew that it was an empty drink. He didn't want to wake up from a good dream. He stood up and sucked the night and water.

The white clothes floated, the stars moved, the poems were exhausted, and the songs were also collected. Half of the piano was to be turned aside by her, and there was applause.

Hua Che praised: "Good song, good words! She deserves to be the first talented woman in the Dragon Pavilion!"

"Dragon's son is flattered!" After laughing on a rainy day, he walked to the opposite side of Hua Che and pointed the peach blossom fan to half of the piano in front of him: "It's your turn, Mr. Dragon?"

Hua Che smiled, stroked Zimu's body, and picked out the extremely bright ice silk strings with ten fingers: "Maybe I don't need this half of the piano, just have strings!"

The strings were like a trace of light, passing through the gap between his fingers. Everyone saw that his slender hand held a mass of light, the airflow rotated, the wind and sounded, and the light turned into colorful smoke waves, slamming and flying like snowflakes. Then, there is music echoing like an empty valley, resounding everywhere, making people feel like a dream and intoxicated.

He is also chanting poems. There are paintings in the poems, and there is also a moon in the poems:

The spring river is connected to the sea, and the moon on the sea is tidal.

With thousands of miles of waves, where is the spring river without moonlight?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like slew.

The frost flew unconsciously, and the white sand on the Ting could not be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the moon wheel is bright in the sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? Why did Jiang Yue take care of people at the beginning of the year?

A moment of singing back is like the enjoyment of a lifetime. After the music is finished, like waking up from a dream, it is even the intoxicated and Lingyue who accompany him all day long.

It's not only the poetry, but also the others themselves, like a light that illuminates the world, making people bathe in it and forget to return.

After a long silence, he couldn't help sighing on a rainy day: "Mr. Long is really a genius, and the little woman is also willing to bow down!"

Hua Che smiled and said, "The girl on a rainy day is too modest. This game is also a draw." After saying that, he cast his eyes on the prince Lianxi, "There are still two games left. Who is the next one?"

Mr. Lianxi was stunned, and then invited Yingxi and said, "In the first game, you win. In the second game, even if it is a draw. In this third game, Yingxi will challenge gambling to you. Mr. Long, can't you even gamble first-class?"

Hua Che said, "That depends on what the rules of Yingxi's gambling are?"

Yingxi answered and sat opposite Hua Che. He still took out two dice and put them in the dice cup, but after shaking them twice, he looked up at Hua Che and said, "I believe that whether you play big or small dice, Mr. Long will have a way to beat me, so..." Broken, the dice turned into powder under the urging of her internal strength. She took out several pieces of hard paper from her sleeve and placed them in front of Hua Che one by one. "We don't play dice, we play peach blossom cards. I have ten peach blossom cards here. The gauge of gambling is to find 'me' from these ten peach blossom cards!"

After saying that, Yingxi suddenly brushed her long sleeves, put all ten peach blossom cards into her hand, turned around and fell ten steps away. The black body floated up, and ten peach blossom cards changed into a variety of patterns in her hand, and finally turned into hundreds of billions, spinning around Yingxi.

Suddenly, the peach card broke away from the rotating track and flew to Hua Che. Hua Che raised it with one hand and caught every peach blossom card that flew between his fingers.

After seeing this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, a peach card deviated from the direction again and shot at Lingyue. However, at this time, Hua Che's hand flashed and grabbed the card, but another card flew over and cut his wrist.

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Well, this chapter seems to be serious and not powerful, but in the article, the poems on rainy days are really written on rainy days. Should everyone applaud? Dear friends, I recommend the book "The Charm of the World" on a rainy day, which is a very classic book!