The first line of Tan Wang's poem describes the silent affection between him and Sima Ting in a very touching and vivid way. Pang Xiaonan glanced at Tan Wang and felt that this guy was not simple, both civil and military.

"Who will come next?" Tan Wang looked at Pang Xiaonan and others.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains." Pang Xiaonan continued without hesitation, fortunately he knew that the word "picked" began among these few poems.

"Good poem!" Sima Jie couldn't help but admire. She had never heard such an artistic verse.

"What a good poem."

"It's indeed a good poem."

"Well, Mino is good at poetry."

In addition to Li Yis, the few present in Century expressed deep appreciation for Pang Xiaonan's poems, because they had never heard of Hallelujah Star's poems, and thought they were improvised by Pang Xiaonan.

"A night of rain in the mountains, hundreds of springs at the top of the trees." Li Yisi responded casually, so almost all the poems that followed fell into Pang Xiaonan and Li Yisi's mouths.

The sound of the spring is swallowing the dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and the green pine trees are covered with cold.

The pine wind blows and unties the belt, and the moon shines on the mountain to play the piano.

The sound of piano is everywhere in the room and the head of the bed is full of books.

The Japanese bun falls on his head and the bright moon beads in his ears.

The rich family smells of wine and meat, and there are bones that are frozen to death on the road.

Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names.

No matter how famous or written a book, the official should be old or sick.

Don’t say that women are not heroic creatures, and they roar on the wall of the dragon spring every night.

A singing zither with golden millet pillars, and a jade room with plain hands.

The front army fought in Taohebei at night and had reportedly captured Tuyuhun alive.

The soul comes to the maple forest green, and the soul returns to the pass to the black.

The black clouds are pressing against the city and are about to destroy it, and the armor light opens toward the sun and golden scales.

The man who opened the door did not arrive, so he went out to pick red lotus.

The rain gurgles outside the curtain, and the spring is gone.

Peach blossoms are all over the top, and the spring water of Shu River is swaying over the mountains.

The flowing water spreads to Xiaopu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.

If you stop the boat and ask for a while, you may be a fellow villager.

When we meet, we drink our hearts, and we will beside weeping willows in the sky.

...

Several people from Centen looked at Li Yis and Pang Xiaonan in a daze and started a poem back and forth, and could not get into the mouth. Although the word "Solid Dragon" behind it became a homophone, they could not react at all.

"Wait a minute, I admit defeat!" King Tan took the lead and raised his hand to express his withdrawal from the solitaire game.

"I admit defeat too!" Princess Beifu followed and raised her hand to surrender.

"Why are you so powerful?" Sima Jie asked curiously.

"Yes, I haven't heard the poems you said." Jingxin also expressed his doubts, "Are you all improvised?"

Tan Wang waved his hand: "Their poems were definitely created by themselves. Come on, come quickly, bring paper and pen, I want to write them down."

Sima Jie grabbed Pang Xiaonan and said, "Brother Xiaonan, tell me quickly, why did you think of so many wonderful poems? I want to learn, I want to learn..."

Pang Xiaonan scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Li Yisi and I have grown up together since we were young. We just wrote poems to play with when we have nothing to do, but we are all half-baked and have no complete poems, so we can only play with poems and colloquials."

"Although these poems are incomplete, the artistic conception is very profound and incredible." Princess Beifu had a very longing expression in her eyes, which made Pang Xiaonan feel embarrassed.

Although Jingxin didn't say anything, her eyes looked at Pang Xiaonan with admiration.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. We are just looking at it for fun. I didn't expect that there is anything but artistic conception."

The reason why Pang Xiaonan can remember so many words is mainly because after eating the spirit mushroom and magic fruit, his memory in his mind has greatly enhanced, and all the poems I have read in the past can be called out at any time.

As the paper and pen came up, Tan Wang yelled to Pang Xiaonan to write all the poems they were right just now. Pang Xiaonan bowed to Li Yis and said, "Brother Li, you should do it, you know my handwriting is not good."

"This..." Although Li Yis has been learning calligraphy since he was a child, he has only learned the words of Century recently and is not sure that he can write every word well.

"Oh, don't be humble, write quickly." Sima Jie urged there.

Li Yis gritted his teeth and went into battle. Pang Xiaonan said while he was writing. After half an hour, the two of them finished writing the poem they had just said, and wrote a stack of paper as thick as a stack of paper.

At this time, the food was served, and King Tan asked everyone to sit down, "What a poem, I didn't expect that we had such a beautiful beginning at the beginning of our meal today, which indicates that our relationship also had a beautiful beginning."

"Come on, I'll do it first!" King Tan first drank the wine in his glass.

Pang Xiaonan looked at Sima Jie, "Hey, you must be willing to accept the loss, King Tan has done it."

"Oh oh oh..." Only then did everyone realize that the person who lost the poems and lyrics would be punished for drinking.

"King Tan, we just stipulated that those who lost were fined wine, and didn't say how many cups were fined..."

"Mr. Nan'an, since ancient times, there has been no reason to only drink one cup. At least three cups, and it is a bit unfamiliar to call each other by name. Let's call you Pang Xiaonan and you call me Zhao Ruyi."

"Okay, Zhao Ruyi, you can take the lead and punish yourself three times first."

In the atmosphere of drinking, the banquet began lively.

Jingxin looked at Pang Xiaonan with grievance: "What are your intentions to get me drunk?"

"I have any intentions, don't worry, someone will send you back then."

"That's right, everyone drinks happily, don't worry about going back. There are guest rooms in Xuanhe Building. If I really want to go home, I will bring the coachman over and I will send everyone home safely."

A few young people had no barriers after drinking a little wine, and began to say anything without hesitation.

"Pang Xiaonan, do you know who was going to marry me?"

"Who else can it be? If Sima Jie is not sick, she will marry you."

"Is it unfair to Sima Ting marrying me now?"

"This is a bad word. It is the happiness of any woman to be able to marry King Tan."

"You can't say that, it's happiness to marry someone you love."

"Love is just a temporary feeling, and life is long-lasting."

"No wonder you can write such profound poems, and you have such a deep understanding of life."

"Far worse than you, you are King Tan."

The two had already called each other brothers and hugged each other, and Pang Xiaonan lamented that Zhao Ruyi's alcohol tolerance was really not very good.

On the other side, Princess Beifu and Sima Jie also had a lot of talks, but Jingxin was a little restrained. After all, she was with unfamiliar royal relatives and couldn't play with her.

When the banquet lasted until midnight, Pang Xiaonan said, "I think I'll be here today to avoid others' gossip about you, King Tan."

"What gossip?"

"Your King Tan hasn't gotten married to your sister yet, and you've fallen in love with your sister first."

"Hahaha, there is indeed this suspicion."

"Then we will say goodbye."

"Okay, let's make an appointment tomorrow."

"I won't make an appointment tomorrow. You're going to get married soon, and there's a lot of things to do."

"Do I have to arrange my marriage personally? Don't worry, there are people doing these things. I just need to enjoy my single time before marriage."

"This is still not good."

"You're fine again. You're just here to congratulate gifts. Are you idle every day?"

"Hey, let's take it, let's withdraw first."

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow."

The next morning, Pang Xiaonan had just had breakfast when his servant reported that King Tan had sent someone over.

"You let him wait."

"Xiao Nan, how can you let King Tan's people wait for you?" Sima Ji told me.

"Sir, I'm about to ask you, who is this King Tan? Why do you love playing so much? We drank so late last night and picked me up so early today. Can you achieve great things if you love playing so much?"

"Oh Xiaonan, you can't say this randomly. Among the Eight Kings, King Tan is the strongest. Who dares to go against him in this Cent country?"

"I think he's quite kind, not that scary."

"The stronger the person, the more calm the surface is. I think you know this."

"I really don't want to play with him, and I'm losing my ambition."

"How many people want to get close to King Tan, but there is no chance. He values ​​you so much, so you have to grasp it."

"Where is Sima Jie, will she go?"
To be continued...