"I'd long heard that Captain Lind was a man of exceptional literary talent. Now that I've seen it for myself, he certainly lives up to his reputation."
"Captain Lind's brilliance is unlike anything I've seen in my life! Nothing like it in my life!"
As the applause faded, everyone present began praising Lind. For a moment, he completely stole the spotlight from the banquet's two guests of honor.
"Indeed, judging by that poem, Mr. Lind sounds more like a native of the Flower Country than any of us here!" said a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar in white Han-style robes.
"Hahaha, you're too kind. I got carried away. Please forgive me."
Hearing their praise, Lind hurriedly cupped his hands and responded with a smile.
He also felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't deliberately kept himself in check, and the alcohol had gone to his head, making him accidentally steal the guests of honor's thunder. Worse still, his poem was plagiarized.
Returning the pipa to the female musician, who was staring at him with ardent eyes, Lind hurried back to his seat.
"Hahaha, don't stop! Keep the music playing and the dancing going!"
Once seated, Lind smiled at the dancers and musicians who had stopped performing. Although he wanted to recite another poem, he had already achieved his goal of livening things up, so he decided not to keep hogging the spotlight.
Most importantly, his two wives were already casting rather unfriendly looks at him and the women around him. He had better not provoke them any further.
Lind's poem brought the banquet's atmosphere to its peak. As his poem had said: if you would not get drunk today, where else would you go?
Zhu Feng's Imperial Wine tasted quite good. In terms of flavor alone, it was considerably better