A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

As Mao Mao's guide and nominal master, Lao Xue helped his apprentice out of the siege.

"There's nothing wrong with a happy New Year, after all, there are still two hundred days left before the Chinese New Year!"

Everyone laughed, Lao Xue's mouth is really amazing.

Everyone at the scene came from all over the world, and because they were all singers, they basically didn't eat chili.

The dishes made by Li Mushang are relatively light, which are very suitable for everyone's taste, and they gave thumbs up to praise.

Old Xue said while eating: "Lao Li, why don't we build a Chinese restaurant together? With your skills, we are sure to be popular, and maybe the business will be better than my Chuanchuanxiang shop by then."

Li Mushang said a little speechlessly: "Mr. Xue, you are so free every day. I really partnered with you to open a Chinese restaurant. Did you rush over here?"

Old Xue smiled awkwardly. Star stores have been very popular in recent years. As the first artist to enter the food and beverage industry, he knows very well that if the store is only used as a shopkeeper, problems will come back to the artist himself.

Then it takes a lot of time to maintain the brand, but the star who runs around the country every day has a fart time, his incense shop is now being helped by his family members.

Xu Shan smoothed things over at this time: "Old Xue, you have a good intention, but you have to consider the actual situation, right? A glass of fine wine."

Old Xue picked up the wine glass very readily and drank it without any sloppy sip.

But soon everyone found that something seemed wrong. Lao Xue, who had only drank three glasses of beer at most, started to talk with hazy eyes and even started to talk.

Li Mushang turned his head to look at Xu Shan and asked, "Old Xue, can't drink?"

Xu Shan shrugged: "I don't know either. I thought he was a good drinker just now when he drank so refreshingly."

Zhou Sheng answered, "I've watched Mr. Xue's variety show before. He seems to have said that if he drinks three glasses, he is the unit of measurement on the wine table."

Li Mushang really opened his eyes, it turned out that there are really people in this world who can pour three glasses of beer.

Everyone ignored Lao Xue in the follow-up, and continued to chat, drink, and talk about life.

Surprisingly, Maomao's drinking capacity is quite good. Although drinking makes his face blush, but you just have to raise a glass, he will definitely raise a glass, and he will not be muddled in the slightest.

Li Mushang looked at Maomao in surprise and said, "You don't drink like your master, you can do it, young man!"

Maomao smiled slightly: "I just have this hobby. I like to drink some wine."

"I don't drink too much baijiu per catty, and I step on the box of beer."

This is the big devil hiding at the dinner table. Everyone joked that if there is any entertainment in the future, they will bring Mao Mao to drink.

After the meal was almost finished and everyone was drinking, Lao Xue sobered up.

Although he was drunk quickly after three cups, he also recovered quickly.

Seeing everyone's high spirits, Huang Shifu said, "How about we come to drink?"

Except for Brother Liu, everyone else raised their hands in favor.

Li Mushang smiled and said: "Then the commander, today is none other than Sister Huang."

Huang Shifu readily agreed, stood up under the tree next to the crowd, and gently picked off a branch and held it in his hand.

Xingjiu Order is a word game often played by ancient literati and scholars in receptions. After setting the content of the order, the person pointed by the sword will say the corresponding poem.

If you can't answer, you have to punish yourself with a glass of wine. If the poem gets a lot of applause, you also have to drink a glass of blessing wine.

Huang Shifu has studied traditional culture since childhood, and is quite familiar with this drinking order. Although others don't understand it very well, they can get a general understanding after explaining it.

Holding the yellow poetry talisman of the branch, standing in the open space, there was a rather beautiful sword dance first, but the branch was a bit out of play.

"Let's gather together today to give a smile to Bo Zhongjun, and now we will start the wine order."

"The topic of our first round is the Five Laws and Seven Characters Flying Flower Order. If you say what Jian Feng points out, otherwise don't blame me for being unselfish!"

Five rhythms and seven characters refer to the format of the poems, and Fei Hua Ling is one of the wine orders, which probably means that Jianfeng will point to the five rhythms and seven characters poems about flowers in the poems.

Of course, they did not live in the flourishing age of poetry like the Tang and Song Dynasties. Although everyone has learned a lot of poems, their storage capacity is limited.

So the game is a simplified version, you only need to say the poems with flowers.

If it is an ancient version, it should be the first person who must say the first poem with a flower, and the follow-up will last until five or seven.

After everyone was ready, Huang Shifu stood among the crowd and began to dance lightly, waving the "long sword" in his hand, and the people watching couldn't help but want to applaud.

A few seconds later, the sword pointed at Xu Shan. The king of Guofeng was full of helplessness. His girlfriend was really good, and she came directly at him.

Xu Shan's poetry reserves are still quite large, and he blurted out "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty.

His voice is deep and deep, if it is used for singing talent, it feels a bit weak, but reciting poetry is quite interesting.

He read it unhurriedly and charmingly: "You know how much the sound of wind and rain comes at night and flowers fall!"

Everyone clapped their hands and applauded. Huang Shifu, who was seated in the center, turned around and came to Xu Shan with a smile on his face: "Mr. Xu got a lot of applause for reading a good poem, and the little girl toasted!"

After pouring a glass of wine, Huang Shifu personally brought it to Xu Shan's mouth.

To be honest, the picture at this time is a bit secondary, but in this atmosphere, I don't think there is anything wrong with it. In short, everyone is very excited and very happy.

After Xu Shan drank it readily, everyone knocked on the table in front of them together, which was the drumbeat of drinking.

When the drumbeat disappeared, the sword in Huang Shifu's hand happened to point at Chen Jia.

The girl originally thought of a poem, but just now she was nervous and forgot it all.

She said in a crying voice: "Sister Huang, I forgot!"

Huang Shifu still took good care of Chen Jia, and said, "Then you have the right to seek help."

Others raised their hands in protest: "It's not fair!"

Huang Shifu raised his eyebrows and said, "Today I am the wine officer, and I am the biggest on the wine table. I will do what I say."

After Chen Jia made a face for everyone, she pitifully tugged at Li Mushang's sleeve.

Li Mushang was actually in the protesting camp, but when he saw Chen Jia asking for help, he stretched out his hand and whispered a few lines of poetry in Chen Jia's ear without hesitation.

Chen Jia suddenly realized, and said: "The flowers wither, the flowers fly all over the sky, and who will have pity when the red flowers fade away!"

The poem comes from Cao Xueqin, the author of "Red Mansion", "The Song of Burying Flowers", which is very suitable for women's temperament.

But because it was Li Mushang's help, everyone didn't applaud. On the contrary, Chen Jia escaped the toasting session.