However, hairstyles are not important, and even the sparse hairstyles cannot conceal Zhang Xu's talent.

Du Fu walked over and watched Zhang Xu write cursive script with everyone. This was a rare enjoyment for scholars of this era.

Zhang Xu, who was a little embarrassed after drinking three glasses of wine, wrote quickly as if he had divine help.

The cursive script is sprinkled out, and the book is like clouds and smoke pouring on paper.

Du Fu, who is also a literati, was extremely amazed when he watched from the side.

After Zhang Xu finished writing a poem, he dried it and sent it to Wang Xiao respectfully.

Looking at the masterpiece of Cao Sheng in front of him, Wang Xiao was very satisfied.

"I am worthy of being the king of cursive script. Zhang Aiqing, you can be the word "Cursive Saint"."

Wang Xiao exclaimed, then turned around and told Gao Lishi who was holding the wine pot, "Go and instruct the master craftsman to create a gold medal for Zhang Aiqing."

Gao Lishi responded with a strange expression.

Zhang Xu wanted to say but stopped, but stopped. After repeated repeated attempts, he finally gave up on his defense.

He thought that if he really gave him such a gold medal, he would honestly provide it at home, so that he would not take it out without any ignorance and make people laugh.

After hearing this conversation, Du Fu recalled that Wang Xiao wanted to create a gold medal for himself as a poet. His head involuntarily shrank and quietly flashed back to his desk.

He splashed ink again and wrote a poem for Zhang Xu.

‘Zhang Xu’s three cups of the Saint of Grass, took off his hat and exposed his head in front of the prince, and his brush strokes fell like clouds and smoke.’

"His Majesty!"

Just as Du Fu was worried about how to end this poem, a powerful voice rang out in the imperial garden.

"The people of the grass have the courage to be unworthy of thousands of men!"

Du Fu looked over in surprise and said that the person who called out was Jiao Sui, a famous ranger in Guanzhong, Dongdu.

He pulled off his shirt and exposed his strong chest. He patted his chest hard and shouted to Wang Xiao, "The people of Cao are willing to expand territory for the Tang Dynasty, and are willing to be the front pawn of His Majesty!"

Jiao Sui was a commoner. After all, it was the Tang Dynasty now, and it was no longer the Western Han Dynasty when a wanderer was appreciated by noble people and could become an official.

Today, Wang Xiao treats guests to drink and drink, and anyone who has the best alcohol content can participate.

Jiao Sui, who is famous for his ability to drink, seized the opportunity to join in. At this time, he made a shocking saying, "If the grass-club goes into battle, he will kill one person ten steps and do not keep his way! He will take the enemy chief's head for his Majesty to make a chamber pot!"

Everyone around them looked strange when they were drinking too much or not.

Although everyone wants to show their talents in front of Wang Xiao, it is too much for you to be so good at playing.

Wang Xiao took the mulberries handed over by Yang Yuhuan and threw them into his mouth and chewed them, "Are you so powerful? Then let me see them."

He turned to look at Chen Xuanli, who was expressionless and said, "Go and play with him."

Wang Xiao looked at Jiao Sui again and said, "You fight with the general alone. If you win, I will let you become the general and go to the Western Regions to fight."

Jiao Sui was overjoyed and patted his chest repeatedly, slapped his chest with a 'bang' sound, "Your Majesty, let's see how the Caomin took down the general!"

Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but whisper, "Your Majesty, is it too hasty? If he really wins, will he really be named General?"

Wang Xiao held her little hand and responded with a smile, "I am the emperor now, and I can do it as long as I say it."

"But..."

Yang Yuhuan hesitated a little, "If this is the case, someone will probably gossip."

Wang Xiao simply shook his head, "It's not that he talks, but that he directly scolds me, saying that I am a fool, and that he actually uses the country's important weapons as a joke. He will definitely record one more note in the history books."

Yang Yuhuan said this even more puzzled, "Why do you have to agree to him?"

"Because he can't win."

Wang Xiao handed Yang Yuhuan the empty wine glass in front of him to ask her to pour wine. "Don't look at his tendon flesh that looks very powerful. In fact, his steps are floating and unstable. When walking, his shoulders sway left and right, obviously he doesn't know how to control the balance of his body. Look at him again.

He has a big eyes and no spirit, his voice is loud but his energy is insufficient. This is a silver-like gun tip."

"Since he can't win, then everything I say is just a joke after drinking. When the matter is spread, everyone will only treat it as a topic of conversation after dinner."

Yang Yuhuan nodded suddenly, so that's it.

Wang Xiao continued to advise her, "Don't think that Chen Xuanli doesn't seem to have any outstanding features in recent years, but he comes from a general family and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He is a real master. He is just a few strong men and is not close to him."

"besides."

Wang Xiao smiled and pointed at Chen Xuanli who was walking towards Jiao Sui. "The previous words angered him, he must be full of fighting spirit. Moreover, haven't you seen him wearing armor?"

Chen Xuanli was responsible for defending Wang Xiao's safety and was wearing a set of soft armor.

Compared with Jiao Sui, who was shirtless, he had an absolute advantage in any aspect.

Things were as Wang Xiao said. After a meeting, Chen Xuanli put Jiao Sui to the ground in just a few strokes.

The teeth were beaten loose, Jiao Sui was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and he was lying on the ground, shouting, "Today, Caomin just drank too much and was unwell. Caomin couldn't beat him, but he just drank too much!"

Wang Xiao smiled and asked, "Then how much have you drunk?"

"Caomin has already drunk five glasses of wine!"

When everyone around heard this, they burst into laughter.

Du Fu also laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, Jiao Sui was just funny.

His poem came up and he immediately wrote the ending sentence for this poem.

‘Jiao Sui’s five dowry sides are outstanding, and his talk is eloquent and eloquent, shocking the four banquets’.

Put down the brush and blow dry the ink.

Check again from beginning to end to see if there are any typos and if there are any grammars.

After confirming it, he carefully handed it to Wang Xiao.

"Your Majesty ordered the people to write the poems made have been completed. Please give your Majesty the appreciation."

Wang Xiao took it and looked carefully, and then handed it to Gao Lishi "Read it for everyone."

"yes."

After saluting, Gallis held the poem and began to recite loudly and loudly.

"Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking."

‘Zhizhang is like riding a boat, and he falls into the well and sleeps under the water.’

‘The three dou of Ruyang begin to reach the sky, and the way meets the mouth of the qua car is drooling, and I wish I could seal it to Jiuquan.’

‘The left prime minister spends tens of thousands of dollars a day, drinks like a long whale sucking hundreds of rivers, and holds a cup of joy to avoid wise men.’

‘The beautiful and elegant boy from the clan raised his cup and rolled his eyes to the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree facing the wind.’

‘Su Jin often loves to escape from Zen when he is drunk before embroidering Buddha’s name.’

‘Li Bai’s hundred poems on wine, sleeping in a restaurant in Luoyang City,’

‘The emperor called him not to board the boat, and he claimed that he was a wine fairy.”

‘Zhang Xu’s three cups of the Saint of Grass, took off his hat and exposed his head in front of the prince, and his brush strokes fell like clouds and smoke.’

‘Jiao Sui’s five dou sides were brilliant, and his talk was full of eloquence and shocked the four banquets.’

"Okay, good poem~~~"

Whether sincere or false, everyone around them gave warm praise.

"Hahahaha~~~ You guys have all become Eight Immortals."

Wang Xiao came directly and the Prime Minister smiled, "Since that's the case, I will personally designate you as the Eight Immortals in Drunk. Li Taibai's name as the Immortal in the Wine is worthy of his name."

“Hululu~~~~”

Li Bai, who was drunk, was still sleeping soundly in the room at this time, and he had no idea that he had been written into the poem by Du Fu.

The emperor named them the Eight Immortals with golden words and jade words, so this name is naturally more true than real gold.

Moreover, the grand day banquet today will probably be recorded in history by historians. The drunk Eight Immortals must be famous in history books. This really made everyone present envious and jealous.

Before the matter was over, Wang Xiao said to Du Fu, "You wrote a great work and recorded today's banquet. This is a good thing, so you will be rewarded."

Looking at Wang Xiao's smile, Du Fu suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Wang Xiao turned around and instructed Gao Lishi to "tell the master to create another gold medal with the 'Poet Saint' engraved on it for Du Fu."

"Your Majesty, this is really not..."

Du Fu was anxious. If this matter was really done, he would definitely become a laughing stock in the whole world.

He dares to be called a poet saint!

Li Taibai just calls himself a fairy in the wine!

"Um?"

Wang Xiao looked over, "Do you want to object to what I decided?"

At this time, Du Fu was not the angry young man in history who experienced the Anshi Rebellion and the collapse of the upper class of the Tang Dynasty.
To be continued...