"Are you going to say again that these poems weren't composed by me, but were prepared in advance?" Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian and said, "No matter, since you have no shame, let's continue with the questions."

Mr. Chongnian's face turned red and white, glaring coldly at Xu Wuzhou. He firmly believed that Xu Wuzhou wasn't a talented person. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Compose another poem about wine!"

"The fine wine of Juntian costs ten thousand coins a jug, how many years have the knights roamed Yuzhou.

Meeting with bold spirits, I drink for you, tying my horse by the high tower under the willow."