Chapter 9 A cup of longevity wine
"Let's go, let's go back."
Chen Xian ran down and pulled Chen Chen's sleeve, trying to pull Chen Chen back to the elegant seat. Today, his face was so embarrassing.
There are many people coming out to watch in the elegant hall on the second floor, and there are also many people drinking and listening to music in the lobby on the first floor.
Although Chen Xian is not a famous person, there are many people who know him in this brothel, and most of them are court officials and celebrities. He cannot ignore his son, so he can only be embarrassed.
"I don't!"
After waved his hand, Chen Chen jumped onto the small platform where he was singing a song, holding a golden pot and greeted the brothel guests around him.
"Hello everyone! Do you have any wine? Can you drink it with me?"
Chen Chen became more and more happy the more he spoke, but when he finished his fun, several people came out of a elegant seat upstairs, one of whom frowned and said coldly.
"Xihuahou! How powerful are you? Our small shop can't afford to be so irritating to the noble man! A small business cannot afford to do big business."
This is the boss of this brothel. He is a royal family member. He is in the backstage and is naturally not afraid of someone making trouble in the store.
Chen Chen was in a disadvantage today, after all, he missed his normal business.
"Hey! Uncle, there is no need to be sarcastic!"
Chen Chen burped, held the golden pot in his hand and greeted the boss.
"I'll write a poem for you in this brothel."
"You have wine, I have poetry. Poetry is with wine, wine is with poetry, isn't it great!"
This made the boss very happy. This immortal is drunk. It is not something that he can buy just by wanting to buy. On weekdays, he can only supply limited amounts. He can buy real money and silver and never sell wine. I want to exchange it for poetry?
"you……"
But before the boss could mock Chen Chen for being overestimated, he stretched out a hand to stop him.
"Let him try it."
The sound is not loud, but it is full of power and seems to have a mysterious penetration.
"If the poem he wrote is really good, I will give him all the share he left for me this month, and I will pay for him."
"yes."
The boss nodded respectfully to the person who was talking, held the railing, and shouted at Chen Chen, who was still blushing and greeted guests from the lobby everywhere. However, as he was, he was too lazy to tell a child that he was shouting at Chen Xian beside Chen Chen.
"Marquis of Xihua, General He said that if the poem written by the noble prince is good, this immortal will be drunk."
Chen Xian naturally saw the people around his boss and felt sure.
Even if the man was wearing gorgeous clothes, he had an unconcealed sense of courage, but it seemed that because of his calm and restrained nature, he suppressed that sense of courage and looked extremely imposing.
The man smiled politely at Chen Xian, raised the wine glass in his hand to signal.
"If you have good poems, you will have wine?"
Chen Chen also saw the man next to the brothel boss. He had an extraordinary temperament, his surname was He, his status was high, and he seemed to be extraordinary. If he was really a famous character in history, he would probably be He Jin.
Although the man in front of him was not as good as the legendary General He who was slightly smaller and brave and unscheming, he still had no problem guessing with alcohol.
"I dare to ask General He who is upstairs?"
Chen Chen put his hands together exaggeratedly and pushed his hands to salute.
"The young master was joking, thanking the emperor's grace, He Jin is now the magistrate of Henan and is also the position of serving as the chief minister of the Ministry of Education. He is already diligent and dare not be called the general."
He Jin is not a general now, but Chen Chen forgot about this matter. It was not until the Yellow Turbans that He Jin was promoted from Henan Yin to a general in one go. However, He Jin was once a wanderer on the streets of Luoyang. He was born as a butcher. If he had not been accompanied by his sister, he would have become a superior person.
He Jin was born in a small way and had only the status of a relative as a supporter. Even after entering the official career, he had resources and more professional guidance, which allowed him to quickly advance to the level of a green vocational card. But he knew that if he wanted to make himself more and more important in this court and was famous in the world, he could not rely solely on his title of Queen He's brother. Therefore, he promoted warriors, respected wise men and famous scholars, and was humble in his attitude even if the other party was white.
"That kid thanked General He for his wine first!"
Chen Chen raised the gold pot and grinned.
"One of them is."
"The fairy wine fights ten thousand times, how many years does the Ranger have been."
Just the first sentence made everyone stop their faces that were originally watching jokes.
This drunk boy has some skills. Even people who don’t know much about poetry know that the poem is read smoothly and has a kind of pride that is difficult to express.
Cao Cao, who was secretly unhappy, was also pricking his ears at this time, listening to the poetic talent of the guy downstairs. This first line of poetry was enough to make him recognize it and also aroused his interest in the subsequent lines of this poem.
However, before continuing to appreciate the poem, Cao Cao quietly looked at He Jin's direction.
General He was unhappy.
He is not a person who likes to be mentioned in the past. Promoting warriors and caring for famous scholars are all acts that he wants to be recognized by the upper class, and it is also acts that he wants to form his own power. In fact, he wants to put aside the shackles and imprints on his body than anyone else. He is humble and polite, polite, and respects the wise and the inferior, but it is difficult for others to mention his taboos. One is the origin of a butcher and the other is the identity of a relative.
It was like a man who wanted to break out of his own world. His power came from his sister, but he didn't want to be said to be a man who only relied on his sister.
The first sentence of Chen Chen's poem directly hit his mark.
Ranger's origin.
Let him continue to talk. If Yuan doesn't come back, although He Jin will not take revenge directly, Chen Chen and Chen Xian's family will be recorded in his small notebook by He Jin. He will never use the father and son in the future!
Chen Chen's drunken voice resounded throughout the brothel.
"I am willing to drink for you, and I am bound to the snow of the horse plum blossoms."
"The second one is."
"Born from Yulinlang, the cavalry fought in Yuyang."
"If you don't suffer to the border, you will still hear the fragrance of chivalrous men."
"The third one is."
"If you can break two carving arcs, the enemy cavalry seems to be nothing."
"The golden saddle adjusts the white feathers and shoots the Five Shanyu."
"The fourth one."
"The emperor and his subjects ended their banquet, and Yuntai discussed their military achievements."
"The general comes to the palace and wears the palace of Mingmingguang."
After reciting the whole poem, Chen Chen reached out to wave to He Jin upstairs.
"General He, can you drink this poem with wine?"
Since He entered the officialdom, he also studied books. Although he was not a scholar, his literary literacy was somewhat somewhat, and he would not be like the young pig-killer at that time. Chen Chen's poems were not difficult to interpret. After the whole poem, He Jin also understood that Chen Chen was not attacking him. Instead, the pictures depicted in the poem made him fascinated.
This boy is very good.
He Jin also wanted to give advice to the country and rebuke the world in this life, and to be the kings, princes, generals and ministers with his merits!
He also fell into the picture depicted by Chen Chen and did not respond to Chen Chen's words for a moment.
"Marquis Xihua, your Chen family has produced a poetic talent!"
Since Chen Chen has all been caught, Cao Cao feels that doing something at this time will definitely spread to this interesting thing that will spread throughout Luoyang. When he goes home, he will take the initiative to explain it. If he goes around for a little, he may not be punished by his wife.
"General He, Cao also thinks this is a good poem. He is willing to offer the treasures from his family to General He for the longevity wine and drink it with Mr. Xiao Chen."
Give fame.
In addition to not being subject to family rules, Lao Cao also wanted to mention his reputation as a little stinky. Even since he became a Northern Lieutenant of Luoyang, he has always been known as a capable minister. However, because of the ridiculous things he did when he was young, he was always criticized for his virtues. Therefore, he exchanged treasures for fine wine for Chen Chen and gained fame, which could bring Chen Chen closer. After all, he was also very enthusiastic about poetry.
"Well, Meng De is here too, that's not necessary. He Jin also thinks that the poems of the young master are good poems."
He Jin will not give it to Lao Cao for a good opportunity to win reputation.
"Please give He Jin's share this month to the young master downstairs. In the future, if this young master from the Xihua Hou family wants to come and drink, he will deduct it from He Jin's account."
After explaining, He Jin replied to Chen Chen downstairs.
"Young Master, let's drink hard today, He Jin will not disturb you. The house will hold a banquet in the future, and I will also invite the young master and the Marquis of Xihua to attend the banquet."
After saying that, he turned around and entered his elegant seat, and also recorded Chen Chen into his small notebook in his heart.
It is just a small notebook to remember talents worth recruiting.
Chen Chen on the stage also took the wine from the longevity brought by his friend. He took a mouthful of it without caring about his image at all, and he sipped it into his mouth, making him even more excited.
"A cup of immortality wine, drunkenness with Tianshou!"
Chapter completed!