Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

As noon approached, the maids meticulously prepared a sumptuous meal. Enticing dishes were stacked on exquisite plates, emitting waves of enticing aromas. Although outside, under limited conditions, each dish was clearly prepared with meticulous care, from the selection of ingredients to the cooking temperature, each one perfectly executed.

In this relaxed and joyful atmosphere, filled with young men and women, unencumbered by rules and regulations, they thoroughly enjoyed the moment, drinking heartily, laughter and conversation mingling. Their glasses clinked against each other, making a crisp sound. Some blushed, their tipsy eyes revealing contentment; others engaged in lively conversation, sharing anecdotes; and still others immersed themselves in the world of food, savoring the unique flavors of each dish.

Everyone was sitting around the table, laughing and chatting, the atmosphere lively. At this moment, Xiao Qiao, blinking her bright eyes, started to cheer, "How can such a grand event be without some folk music to liven up the atmosphere? Brother Zhou Yu, why don't you play the qin?" Everyone responded with applause.

Zhou Yu raised his lips slightly and replied jokingly, "Since you're playing the zither, how can you not dance with me? Sister Xiao Qiao, why don't you dance with me?" Xiao Qiao's cheeks flushed softly when she heard this, and she said lightly, "Hmph, you only know how to order me around."

However, her steps involuntarily moved towards the center.

Zhou Yu sat upright in front of the zither and gently plucked the strings. The sound of the zither was gentle and melodious, flowing out like a gurgling stream.

Xiao Qiao danced gracefully to the music of the piano, with a graceful figure and light steps, like a fairy descending to earth.

Halfway through the dance, Xiao Qiao spun around, glanced back at Zhou Yu, and said coquettishly, "Zhou Lang, do you think your playing is to my liking?" Zhou Yu smiled and replied, "Haha, it's all thanks to Xiao Qiao's charming dancing that we can play so well together."

Everyone was fascinated by the performance and burst into exclamations and praises from time to time.

"What a heavenly sound!"

"Xiao Qiao's dancing is so beautiful!"

"The cooperation between these two is simply a match made in heaven!"

The piano music and the dance complement each other, bringing the atmosphere of the whole scene to a climax.

Lu Wan said, "Since we are so happy, everyone should have something to do."

Everyone said in unison: "Color!"

"Why don't we sing 'Gathering Wild Wheat'?" Lu Wan gently suggested to Lu Wan.

Lu Wan smiled and nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes, "This song suits our style very well."

So, they began to sing softly, becoming familiar with the melody and lyrics.

As she sang, Da Qiao's demeanor was elegant and confident, her eyes clear and bright, as if she were looking through time, telling an ancient story. Her voice was melodious and graceful, like a nightingale's.

Lu Wan displayed a gentle and graceful demeanor. Her smile was like a spring breeze, warming the hearts of every listener. Her harmony was perfectly matched with Da Qiao's singing.

As the melody flows, the ancient charm of "Gathering Wild Wheat" permeates the air.

Friends sat around, fascinated.

When the song ended, the friends were still immersed in the beautiful melody, and after a moment, they broke into warm applause and cheers.

"I didn't expect that senior sister has such a gentle and quiet side," Ma Chao said jokingly to Lu Wan while clapping.

Lu Wan waved her fist in dissatisfaction and said in a feigned ferocity, "Stinky Junior Brother, I have always been a lady, don't you think?"

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

After three rounds of drinking, Sun Ce's heroic spirit grew increasingly uncontrollable. He suddenly drew his sword, looked at Ma Chao with a fiery gaze, and said loudly, "Ma Chao, we're drunk today. Why don't we dance with swords together to help us get drunk!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Ma Chao's eyes. He gladly accepted the challenge and stood up, drawing his sword.

The two men stood facing each other, their swords flashing with a cold gleam. Sun Ce's figure flashed, and his sword swift as the wind, he attacked Ma Chao with fierce momentum. Ma Chao dodged to the side, then swung his sword back, the force of the sword as fierce as a blaze.

Everyone watched this exciting competition in shock, their breathing quickening. They stared wide-eyed, afraid to miss any exciting moment.

Sun Ce's sword moves became increasingly fierce, attacking Ma Chao continuously like a violent storm. However, Ma Chao responded calmly, deftly neutralizing Sun Ce's attacks with each move.

The friends present were stunned and exclaimed in amazement one after another.

"Sun Ce's swordsmanship is so powerful!"

"Ma Chao is no less impressive, able to handle Sun Ce's attacks so easily."

The two swords crossed in the air, making crisp collision sounds, like a symphony.

In the end, Sun Ce and Ma Chao put away their swords at the same time and smiled at each other.

The following is an example of a conversation between Ma Chao and Sun Ce after their sword fight, which you can adjust according to your specific needs:

Sun Ce: It was such a joy to duel with you today! Your swordsmanship was as swift and powerful as a storm, truly astonishing.

Ma Chao: Brother Sun, you are too kind. Your swordsmanship is also fierce and sharp. You are indeed a master.

Sun Ce: Haha, it's an honor to fight against a master like you. After today's battle, I'm deeply impressed by your martial arts skills.

Ma Chao: Brother Sun, you are too kind. You and I are equally strong. If we fight again, the outcome is still unknown.

Sun Ce: Well said! However, while swordsmanship is certainly important, I value your character even more.

Ma Chao: Oh? How do you know?

Sun Ce: During the sword fight just now, I could feel your integrity and generosity. Such qualities are rare.

Ma Chao: The same goes for Brother Sun. I am impressed by your straightforwardness and loyalty.

In this warm atmosphere, Lu Su asked the maid to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lu Su gazed at the rice paper before him. With a few strokes and a few smudges of color, a vivid painting emerged before everyone's eyes. In the painting, the heroic figures of Sun Ce and Ma Chao in their sword duel, the graceful beauty of Xiao Qiao and Da Qiao, Zhou Yu's heroic spirit, and Lu Wan's quiet elegance were all skillfully incorporated into the painting.

Many people came forward to watch, all marveling at the magic of Lu Su's brush, which had so vividly portrayed the grand occasion of the gathering. They seemed to hear the clang of swords clashing and see the scene of people singing and laughing.

Sun Ce praised, "Brother Lu's painting is like a stroke of genius, capturing today's splendor on paper, making us feel as if we have returned to those joyful times just now."

Ma Chao also sighed: "The people in this painting are so lifelike, as if they were alive. Brother Lu is truly talented."

Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao both looked delighted and loved the painting very much.

Zhou Yu smiled and nodded, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Everyone was immersed in the shock and emotion brought by the painting, as if through this painting, they experienced the joy and passion just now again.

Xun Yu smiled and stroked his short beard, and said slowly: "Today's grand scene is really rare to see. It would be a pity if we don't commemorate it with a poem." Hearing this, everyone applauded and expressed their agreement.

Da Qiao said softly, "Mr. Xun is a man of great talent. It is most fitting that he commemorate this magnificent scene with a poem."

Xiao Qiao also echoed, "Having Mr. Xun's poem adds even more brilliance to this painting."

Sun Ce laughed heartily and said, "Haha, Mr. Xun, please show off your talents. We are all looking forward to it."

Ma Chao also bowed and said, "I would like to hear your great work."

Lu Wan smiled and said to Cai Wenji: "When Mr. Xun writes a poem, Wenji should hold the pen."

The following is a continuation of the information you provided:

Lu Wan smiled and said to Cai Wenji, "When Mr. Xun writes a fu, Wenji should hold the pen. Wenji has inherited the true tradition of Mr. Cai Yong's flying white style." Upon hearing this, Cai Wenji happily agreed.

She walked to the desk, picked up the pen steadily, and looked at Xun Yu with the grace and ease of a fairy.

Xun Yu thought for a moment and began to compose the poem.

Ode to Joyful Gathering

Today's gathering is an extraordinary spectacle. Sun Ce and Ma Chao, heroes meet, swords clash, and skills awe-inspiring. The crowd watching is astonished by their prowess and praises their grace.

Take Xiao Qiao, for example. Gentle and charming, with a radiant gaze, she's as beautiful as a fairy. Zhou Yu is dashing and graceful, possessing a rare blend of wisdom and courage. Then there's Da Qiao, a beauty of national beauty, gentle and charming, with a smile as gentle as a spring breeze. Lu Wan is serene and elegant, with a noble temperament and a beautiful expression of beauty.

Watching the two men clash, their swords swirled like dragons, their momentum unstoppable. Every move held a hidden meaning. Their swords were sharp enough to shatter metal and stone; their resolve was so strong it could shake mountains and rivers.

This place is a gathering place for heroes, a place where great minds emerge. Everyone harbors lofty ambitions, aspiring to achieve great things. Today's gathering is a time of great opportunity, a time for heroes to come together and cherish each other.

Lu Su's skillful brushstrokes have engraved this scene.

The charm of Wen Ji's flying white calligraphy makes her writing come alive.

We all share this grand occasion, this auspicious time. We drink and have fun, chatting freely about world affairs; we write poetry and compose verses, expressing our feelings. Laughter echoes, and passion overflows.

May this joyful gathering be forever etched in our hearts. Let us continue this wonderful story and forge a glorious future together.

Wen Ji dipped her brush lightly in ink and wrote with a swift, flowing flow, her graceful brushstrokes evoking the charm of Cai Yong's feibai script. Each stroke imbued with a spirit and elegance, complementing Xun Yu's fu.

Sun Ce couldn't help but admire: "Miss Wenji's writing is like the flowing rhythm of a fairy, intoxicating."

Da Qiao also nodded and praised: "This writing and this poem are a perfect match."

Cai Wenji smiled slightly and continued to concentrate on her creation. Her expression was focused and confident, as if she had immersed her whole body and soul into this work.

As time goes by, a perfect work appears before everyone's eyes. The perfect combination of ink and brush makes this work more vivid and charming.

Everyone praised this work, saying that it not only recorded the grand scene of the day, but also became an eternal memory.