By the riverside, at a small stall, Jiang Hao used wine as ink and wrote some words on the table. After finishing, he stood up and bowed. "Goodbye."
The wine had been enchanted with a spell, so it didn't dissipate quickly.
Wan Xiu and Si Cheng immediately began examining the words.
They had come out to the inn in search of a quiet place. When they heard that Jiang Hao was willing to compose a poem, they were delighted. What mattered most was what he would write.
"I'll recite it first." Wan Xiu looked at the words and began reading aloud, "Have you not seen that the Yellow River's waters come from the heavens..."
"In life, one should enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup be empty in front of the moon..."
"Keep pouring the wine. Don't stop."
Wan Xiu and Si Cheng continued reciting the poem.