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Chapter 12: Wine and Poetry Are Better

Let you see the world today, Cheng Yaojin proudly opened all the wine seals, and immediately the rich aroma of wine wafted in the hall.

Smelling the strong aroma of the wine, everyone couldn't help showing a look of surprise on their faces. They had drunk all the good wines in the market, and there was absolutely no wine that could emit such a strong aroma.

It's really good wine?All the people present here are wine lovers, the rich aroma of wine immediately hooked the gluttons in their stomachs, and their throats twitched.

"Such a strong bouquet."

"Yes, I have never seen any kind of wine that can exude such a strong aroma!"

"Just by smelling the aroma of this wine, you can tell that it is definitely a good wine!"

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The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heated, and everyone shouted: "Old Cheng, what are you waiting for, serve the wine quickly!"

The wine bowl was filled with wine, and the aroma of the wine in the air became more intense, but what surprised everyone was that the wine in the bowl was so clear, not as cloudy as the wine on the market.

"The color is clear and fragrant, but I don't know how it tastes like when I drink it." Changsun Wuji exclaimed.

Cheng Yaojin laughed and said, "Try it and you'll know, come on, let's do it!"

Everyone toasted together and couldn't wait to drink heavily.Cheng Yaojin held up the wine bowl and was not in a hurry to drink, but looked at everyone gloatingly.

"puff!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"hiss!"

Seeing everyone's reaction, Cheng Yaojin laughed triumphantly.

"Okay Cheng Yaojin!"

"This wine is so strong!"

"This wine is really strong!"

Although they choked on the wine for the first time, none of them were annoyed. Instead, they stared at the wine bowl in their hands in surprise.

Stunning!

Amazing!

They suddenly had a feeling that all the wine they drank before was for nothing, and this is called wine!

Everyone took the wine and began to savor it carefully. Yu Chigong took a big sip, his whole face was deformed, and he exhaled and exclaimed: "It's so satisfying! It's so satisfying! This is called wine. The wine I drank before is like cat urine. Similarly, Sanlejiang is really a wine for women, but it is a wine for men!"

Li Jing asked: "What kind of wine is this, why have I never heard of it?"

Cheng Yaojin proudly said: "This wine is called Shaodaozi!"

Qin Qiong nodded in praise and said: "Burning knives is worthy of the name, and the strong taste is just like burning knives!"

Wei Zheng shook his head while tasting the wine and said, "Vulgar, how can such a good wine be called a burning knife, it is an insult to such a good wine!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at Wei Zheng as if he saw a bosom friend, and said, "Let me tell you, boy Su insists on calling him Burning Knife. In my old Cheng's opinion, he should be called a macho man. This is what a man should drink." wine!"

puff!

Li Jing, Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling and the others immediately vomited!

Wei Zheng also sprayed it directly, regretting the good wine that was sprayed out, and said: "I think it's actually quite good to call it Burning Knife!"

Li Jing praised: "Good wine, it is worth living to drink such fine wine!"

Li Ji praised: "Speaking of which, this is the first time I have come to Cheng's mansion to have such a pleasant surprise!"

Being praised by everyone, Cheng Yaojin was very happy, and said: "How can there be wine without poetry? Now that there is good wine, don't everyone want to write poetry?"

Immediately, everyone's eyes were on Cheng Yaojin, and they even temporarily forgot about the fine wine in their hands.

What?Cheng Yaojin even took the initiative to propose poetry?

In the past, when it came to writing poems, Cheng Yaojin always hid as far away as possible. Why did the sun come out from the west today?

Fang Xuanling asked curiously: "Oh, is there any good poems about Zhijie?"

Cheng Yaojin proudly said: "Of course, with such good wine, my old Cheng is also full of poetry, so of course I want to compose a poem!"

Yuchi laughed respectfully and said, "Old Cheng, do you know how to compose poetry?"

Cheng Yaojin said angrily: "Why can't my old Cheng know how to compose poems? Today I want to compose a good poem for you to listen to!"

Changsun Wuji smiled and said: "Oh, what are you waiting for, I'm going to have a good poem to accompany the wine, so hurry up and chant!"

Cheng Yaojin straightened his clothes, coughed and said, "Listen up!"

Actually want to write poetry!Everyone immediately put down the wine bowls, for fear that they could not help spraying suddenly and wasting the fine wine.

Seeing all the people sitting upright, Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a little uneasy, he didn't know if Su Xiaozi's poem would work or not.

"Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance, the yellow sand wears gold armor in all battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it!" Cheng Yaojin shook his head and chanted slowly.

silence.

A silence.

After reciting the poem, Cheng Yaojin was waiting for the applause and praise from the crowd, but when he glanced around, he found that everyone was dumbfounded.

Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a little guilty, could it be that this poem is too bad?Also, according to his taste, he thinks this poem is well written.

Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling and the others were indeed stunned. When they heard that Cheng Yaojin was going to write a poem, they thought he was asking some teacher to write a doggerel.

But he never expected that what Cheng Yaojin recited would be such an amazing poem, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!

If it was said that this was a poem written by Cheng Yaojin, they would not believe it anyway, but who would give such a poem handed down to Cheng Yaojin so casually?

Yu Chigong looked around and wondered, "Why don't you talk? Isn't Lao Cheng's poem not good? Why do I think it's very exciting?"

Fang Xuanling praised: "Good poem!"

Wei Zheng also praised: "The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and it will not be returned until it breaks Loulan! Good poetry and good wine are wonderful!"

Cheng Yaojin suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, I always make jokes about my old Cheng's poetry, how can you make jokes in the future?"

Changsun Wuji said with a half smile but not a smile: "No one will dare to laugh at you anymore, this poem can be called a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"

Cheng Yaojin was surprised and said, "What is it? A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation?"

Li Jing praised: "This poem is majestic and heroic, and it is indeed worthy of being handed down from generation to generation. Even after thousands of years, people will still recite this poem!"

Changsun Wuji said with a half-smile, "Yes, old Cheng, congratulations to you, just this poem, you are a great poet who will last forever!"

Yu Chigong was shocked and said: "What? A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation? Can Lao Cheng write a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation? He is a great poet who will last forever because he doesn't know a few characters?"

Cheng Yaojin was immediately stunned, what the hell?How did I become a great poet who will last forever?Is this okay?

He just wanted to ask Su Cheng to write a so-so poem to show off, but he didn't expect that this kid wrote a poem casually, and it was a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!

Cheng Yaojin's face turned red immediately, if it was an ordinary poem, he would have the cheek to think it was written by himself, but how could he think it was written by himself for such a handed down work?

Not to mention whether other people believe it or not, he can't live with his conscience!

Cheng Yaojin slapped his thigh and shouted: "This boy Su, if you ask him to write a poem casually, it will be handed down as a masterpiece!"

(End of this chapter)