When Zhu Biao heard this, he couldn't help but smile. In the past, he was inspired by the scene and recited two poems of later generations, but he didn't want to be heard by a girl like Cheng Wan'er.

However, this girl has a talented girl's heart with all the exquisite features. For a long time after that, she has been pestering her for poems, but today she is just blackmailing her.

"Please ask Sister Wan'er to come up with the question." Zhu Biao said loudly.

Cheng Wan'er smiled slightly and saw the female family members standing in front spread out and nine more female family members were revealed. Each of them was holding a round fan in their hands.

Each of the nine-handled round fans has words written on them, which are: spring flowers, summer lotus, autumn moon, winter snow, woman, husband and wife, fame, hero, family and country.

When everyone behind Zhu Biao saw the nine-handled fan, they all had bitter expressions on their faces and shook their heads repeatedly. These big men who usually defended their brothers with loyalty and loyalty were all in a state of despair at this moment.

The arrogant Lu Tiha, however, lacked confidence and said to Cheng Wan'er: "Ms. Cheng, if I drink a few more bottles of wine at Sajia, I don't know if it can be worth one drink?"

"Drink together!"

"Drink together!"

Wu Song, Sun An and others on the side also echoed.

Without waiting for Cheng Wan'er to reply, Pan Jinlian spoke up and said: "We, the ladies, have seen how much you grown men drink. Today's wine is wine, and poems are poems. They cannot be offset by each other."

"Hahaha, wine cannot match poetry, but poetry can go with wine."

Zhu Biao smiled heartily, with a look of wanton madness on his face, waved his sleeves, walked to the round fan with the word "husband and wife" written on it, and shouted.

"Get the wine!"

Lu Fang and Guo Sheng, one was holding wine and the other was holding a bowl. Zhu Biao took the filled wine bowl from Guo Sheng's hand and drank it all in one gulp. The bowl was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces. He heard Zhu Biao shout loudly.

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"One yang is at the beginning, the second surname is harmonious, it celebrates three more, and has four beauties. In the fifth life, it is prosperous and conquers the phoenix divination; the six rites are completed, the seven sages are gathered together, the eight notes are played, the nine songs are like, and everything is perfect.

"

After chanting, Zhu Biao took the wine, walked to the "Spring Flower" fan at the front, drank it all in one gulp, threw the wine bowl to the floor, and said.

"The soft mulberries on the street are broken and young, and some silkworm seeds are already growing in the east neighbor. The thin grass in the plain hills sings yellow calves, and the cold forest is dotted with dusk crows in the setting sun.

The mountains are far and near, the roads are sloping, and there are people selling wine in Qingqi. The peach and plum trees in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the spring is shepherd's purse flowers at the head of the stream."

...

"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.”

...

"Hurry up to the west tower, afraid that the sky will let go and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But when you call, the jade fiber flute will crack with a sound.

Who makes curling kettles in the floating world, and most pities the jade ax repair season? Ask Chang'e, is there any sorrow in being lonely and cold? She should be Huafa.

The clouds are full of liquid, and the cup is slippery. The long sleeves are raised, and the clear song is swallowed. I often sigh, but there is still nothing left to grind.

If we spend such a long and round night like this, the favor may not necessarily be seen in farewell. In the past, separation and hatred will always turn into joy, and we will say it when we return."

...

"The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge spends money to comment on it."

The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms."

...

Zhu Biao finished chanting Spring Flowers, Summer Lotus, Autumn Moon, and Winter Snow in one breath. He walked to the "women's" fan, drank and threw bowls, ignoring the stunned people around him, and continued.

"The moonlight is like water, the ripples are like water, and there are a few clusters of faint willow trees. Sai Hong flew south all night, and who asked if the man leaning on the building is thin?

The rhyme is picked up by wind wadding and recorded into gold and stone. It is not a dance skirt or a singer's sleeves. In the past, I used all my talent in eyebrow sweeping and embroidery in the pavilion mirror bag."

...

When he walked to the "Fame" fan, Zhu Biao's face was already full of wanton madness, pointing out the country and inspiring words, the breeze ruffled his clothes, and a power rippled around his body, and he spoke loudly.

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the horn blowing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and the sound of fifty strings tumbling beyond the Great Wall. Autumn troops on the battlefield."

The horse's movements are so fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. It has solved the king's affairs and won his reputation both in life and in life. This pity happened in vain!"

...

Seven out of nine were eliminated, and only the last two fans, "Hero" and "Family", were left. Zhu Biao was silent for a long time, his aura subsided, but his eyes shone brightly, and he spoke.

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They happily meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter."

After chanting the word, the momentum came back to life, but it was even more high-spirited, which made people feel impressed. Next came "home and country", and I heard a majestic word coming from Zhu Biao's mouth.

"I was so angry that I leaned on the railing, and the mist of rain stopped. I looked up, looked up to the sky and roared, my heart was full of passion. Thirty years of success and fame, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for it. The young man's head will turn white, and he will be filled with sorrow.

The shame of Yan Yun has not yet snowed. The hatred of ordinary people, when will it be extinguished? The Helan Mountains were trampled by long chariots. The ambitious people are hungry and eat the meat of Huns, and laugh and talk about thirsty and drink the blood of Xiongnu. Let’s start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."

...

After the last word was uttered, what should have been a joyful wedding scene with loud gongs and drums turned into silence. After a long while, Lin Chong was heard shouting loudly.

"Good! It's good to be angry and clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch."

After Lin Chong finished speaking, he knelt on one knee and clasped his fists, and replied with a flushed face: "From now on, Lin Chong is willing to fight for the sword in the hands of the master, whether life or death, and move forward indomitably."

"I am willing to hold the sword in my hands, not to avoid life or death, and to move forward indomitably."

After Lin Chong finished speaking, he saw Lu Zhishen, Wu Song, Sun An, Du Bo, Qiao Daoqing, Li Ying, Hu Cheng, Guo Sheng, Lu Fang and others, all kneeling on one knee, holding fists with both hands, and shouting loudly, which shook the sky.

, soaring into the sky.

The thunderous sound outside the courtyard was heard in the courtyard. Hu Qing'e in the boudoir heard it clearly and thought in her heart: My official family is in good shape.

Then Hu Qing'e pulled off her red hijab, revealing a charming face, and walked quickly outside the courtyard.

She folds her slender waist and takes a slight step, showing her bright wrists on the gauze. Her eyes are full of clear spring water, and her hair is inserted into a bun with a jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin. It is fragrant and tender, and her dimples are as delicate as flowers. Her fingers are like peeling onion roots.

It's like having Zhu Dan in your mouth, and your every frown and smile touches your heart and soul.

Just as Zhu Biao was about to arouse his brothers, he saw Hu Qing'e, wearing a bright red wedding dress, walking up to him and bowing to him.

"I am also willing to be a sword in the hands of officials. I will not avoid life or death and move forward indomitably."

Zhu Biao smiled and stretched out his hand to help Hu Qing'e, and then helped the others up one by one. Although he was so excited that he couldn't control himself, there was a wry smile on his face.

"But it was Zhu Biao Menglang who made this wedding scene such a mess."

Qiao Daoqing on the side laughed loudly and said: "The young master's move to welcome the bride today will surely spread his name to the world and be famous for generations to come."

Zhu Biao smiled and said nothing. Although he kept apologizing to a certain poet surnamed Xin and Yue Wumu and others, he only felt that this copywriter was really damn comfortable.

Cheng Wan'er stood there blankly, never expecting that her actions today would end up in such a scene. Looking at Zhu Biao and Hu Qing'e in the field, a senseless sadness surged in her heart, and she was speechless for a long time.

At this time, Pan Jinlian walked up to Hu Qing'e with a red hijab, glared at Hu Qing'e angrily, put the red hijab on her head again, then glanced at Qiao Daoqing, and heard Qiao Daoqing say loudly.

"Please ask the bride to get on the sedan chair."

Li Ying, Lu Zhishen, Wu Song, and Lin Chong came forward carrying the sedan chair. Zhu Biao helped Hu Qing'e enter the sedan chair. When he was about to lower the curtain, he asked softly.

"Madam, you don't know what the third level is?"

Hu Qing'e, who was wearing a red hijab, had a smile on her beautiful face and said softly: "The official has passed the third level."
Chapter completed!