NFBE Chapter 390 Drinking Order
Chapter 390 Drinking Order
When Jiang Yue heard about drinking games, the scenes in Dream of the Red Chamber came to her mind. It was quite interesting to think about.
It’s no wonder that these young men from aristocratic families know how to enjoy life, and their best years are not wasted.
As she was thinking this, she saw all the young masters and daughters of the noble families applauding.
However, Wu Fei and the other three behind her seemed a little bored.
If they could, they would have escaped long ago, but General Yue is here, so they have to fight to the end.
The third prince secretly thought that his second brother would never forget to show off his literary talent.
"It's a very good suggestion. It's rare for the Second Prince to show his support." As the protagonist today, Zeng Xueer had a smile on her face the whole time.
At the same time, she was also observing everyone's reactions, especially when she saw Jiang Yue's calm face, she thought that Jiang Yue should not participate in such an occasion.
After all, she is just a military general. How can she have the literary talent like the Second Prince and the Third Prince?
Of course, she was not the only one who thought so. All the rich young men present thought so.
Zeng Xueer looked at everyone with a smile.
"Since it's a game, there are rewards and punishments."
Everyone responded: "That makes sense, that makes sense."
Zeng Xueer's eyes turned around and finally landed on the Second Prince:
"Since it was proposed by the Second Prince, then please tell me how to play it?"
The second prince stood up and said with a smile:
"Then let me set a rule. Since today is Miss Xue'er's birthday, let's use snow as the theme and create a poem containing snow. The second line should be the last word of the previous line."
At this point, everyone felt that there was no difficulty at all.
"It's not over yet." The second prince continued to add:
"Every line of poetry must be related to the snow scene. It must be original and not repetitive. Those who can't answer it must drink three cups of wine before they can continue to the next round. Those who don't want to drink will be eliminated directly."
Zeng Xueer took over the conversation, "The final winner must be an extraordinary person with outstanding literary talent. Xueer is willing to dance for him personally."
When everyone heard the word "present a dance", they became even more interested. After all, Zeng Xueer was a lady from a famous family and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Jiang Yue seemed casual in such a relaxed atmosphere, but in fact, her whole body and even her hair exuded vigilance.
The second prince said, "It's settled, who wants to participate?"
Some of the people present were confident, some were secretly nervous, and some simply withdrew from the game.
For example, some of the young ladies from aristocratic families have already withdrawn from the situation. They only watch and do not participate. They just come to show their support.
The voluntary participants were already sitting in a circle.
The scene was surprisingly harmonious.
Before Jiang Yue moved, she shifted her gaze slightly and someone noticed her.
The second prince looked at Jiang Yue with a smile.
"Young General is a military commander. This kind of occasion is for scholars and elegant guests. You don't need to participate."
He was also sincere and considered Jiang Yue.
When Lin Guo and Mu Heng looked at each other, they were all approving of Jiang Yue.
How could these people know Jiang Yue’s past experiences?
They really wanted to know how Jiang Yue’s strength compared to everyone else, but at the same time they were afraid that Jiang Yue would lose.
Xue Wen knew that Jiang Yue was an excellent writer, but she had never shown it in front of him.
Wu Fei is different. He clearly remembers how Jiang Yue concealed Ye Chen's edge.
The Third Prince folded his fan and said in disagreement:
"How do you know that the young general has no literary talent?" He is a humble and gentle person, and he rarely offends others.
Now that the Second Prince has changed the subject, of course there will be some people with ill intentions who will take advantage of the situation to continue the conversation.
Mu Chengfeng said: "The general only knows how to wield swords and guns. It doesn't matter if she can't say the drinking game well. After all, this is her first time participating in such an occasion."
Ding Ping clicked his tongue twice, "With two princes and our Master Mu here, she should just forget about it."
"How do you know that our general has no literary talent?" Wu Fei grew up with Jiang Yue step by step, and she couldn't bear to hear anyone say anything bad about her.
Even though no one is perfect, Jiang Yue also has shortcomings.
Zeng Xueer probably noticed that the atmosphere was not right, so she started to help.
"Everyone, please stop arguing. Regarding the drinking game, if the young general wants to participate, he is welcome. If he doesn't want to, there is no need to force him."
After saying this, she looked at Jiang Yue apologetically and patted her body gently.
Jiang Yue was neither arrogant nor impatient. She stood up and stood inside the circle.
"Although I am a military commander, I am also somewhat knowledgeable in literature. I am willing to give it a try."
Everyone, including the two princes, looked suspicious.
Mu Chengfeng and Ding Ping were already thinking about how Jiang Yue would make a fool of herself next.
The second prince couldn't wait any longer. He looked at Mu Chengfeng and Ding Ping, these two troublemakers, and suddenly felt a little dislike for them.
He said, "Miss Xue'er, you start first."
The atmosphere finally relaxed.
"Then Xue'er will show off her ugliness." Zeng Xue'er stood up and recited the poem first:
"The fragrance of plum blossom branches fills the courtyard as snow falls."
Everyone applauded and turned their eyes to the second prince who said the next sentence.
"The white shadows in the courtyard reflect the cold stars."
The profound meaning of the poem drew applause from the crowd.
The third sentence is about the third prince.
He spoke calmly:
"The stars are hidden in the clouds and the snow is blowing."
The two men responded very quickly, without giving anyone time to breathe.
After three sentences, they turned to the word "snow", and another person spoke:
"The snow falling on the branches looks like a jade hairpin."
"Hairpin...hairpin...wearing flowers in my hair and looking in the mirror...so lonely." The next young man burst into laughter as soon as he answered.
"That won't work," Zeng Xueer said with a smile, "Poetry must be related to the snow scene, and yours has nothing to do with it."
"Zan" couldn't continue the poem, so he punished himself with three cups of wine.
The next person is Jiang Yue.
Before she could say anything, everyone looked at her expectantly.
There were two others waiting to laugh at her.
Time seemed to stand still, but within a moment, Jiang Yue continued:
"Hairpins with flowers hanging in the snow reflect the cold plum blossoms."
Wu Fei felt a little regretful that he had not studied hard at the beginning.
Because of Jiang Yue's smooth couplets, the few people became more interested in what they originally thought was boring.
"What great words! I didn't expect the young general could write poetry." Zeng Xueer started and some people were already clapping and cheering.
Jiang Yue just casually recited a poem, but it was recognized by most people.
After all, in their eyes, Jiang Yue was just a military general.
There were bursts of applause, some were in admiration and some were in doubt.
When Mu Chengfeng and Ding Ping saw that Jiang Yue really continued the poem, they shook their heads and were already looking forward to the next round of poetry competition.
"The plum blossom shadows slant across the jade steps."
"..."Then the other two drank three cups as punishment.
"Walking in the snow on the steps to search for poems."
"Quote... sentence..." When it was Ding Ping's turn, he stammered and couldn't answer. After being punished to drink three cups, he felt the malicious gaze of the Xuanwu Army behind Jiang Yue. He thought to himself that these peasants dared to laugh at him. If they were to confront each other, they would be no better than himself.
Mu Chengfeng then said confidently:
"There's a chill in the lines."
"The mind dances with the snow all over the sky."
"Flying snow welcomes spring, followed by subtle fragrance."
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