Chapter 1701 If you provoke my Saburo, look back next year...
Chapter 1701 If you offend my Sanlang, you will turn back next year... (please subscribe and vote)
When the censors who specially impeached Cheng Sanlang heard His Majesty's understatement, they even had a mocking tone. They felt bad...
Young people are fooling around, and they can act like this, leaving a lot of ordinary people from aristocratic families helpless.
Just when everyone's minds were in a mess, they heard a loud, unpleasant-sounding voice chirping from the side.
"Oh, I didn't expect that even though the third child in my family is already a commoner, there are kind-hearted people willing to help him establish his presence in front of His Majesty."
The censors and ministers all stared in that direction with black lines on their faces.
Unfortunately, what they faced was the stinky snail in the court, the super shameless General Cheng.
But I saw General Cheng walking into the palace, stroking his thick beard as thick as a steel needle, with a relaxed look on his face.
He looked at the censors and ministers with kind eyes, as if he was a living Bodhisattva at this moment.
That kind look in his eyes made all the hair on his body stand up.
This murderous old guy is not a good guy. To show such an expression, most likely he is thinking of doing something bad.
Thinking of this, all the censors and ministers were frightened and stepped back.
"General Cheng, what do you want to do?"
"Gong Lu, if you have something to say, please tell me..."
On such a festive day today, it is impossible to take action. I haven't received my salary for several years, so I have to take it slow.
But seeing the kind-hearted General Cheng who looked like a living Bodhisattva, he smiled heartily and spoke.
"Our Cheng family has always been kind to others. Everyone in the neighborhood doesn't know that. The third child in my family is just like an old man, he is a honest and honest person."
The sound of mute farts could be heard from behind, which made General Cheng feel very evil. Forget it, serious business is more important. I will take revenge on those brothers later.
"This time at the Luoyang Peony Festival, my Sanlang didn't take any action personally, but you guys actually made irresponsible remarks to that kid.
Lao Cheng knows that boy's temper, if you offend him.
Looking back next year, if that guy is determined to bring out a bunch of masterpieces to participate in the Luoyang Peony Festival.
I don’t know if there are other people’s names on this “Luoyang Peony Collection”.”
In an instant, the already grinning military ministers behind General Cheng couldn't bear it any longer, and they all started laughing wildly.
Yuchi Gong held his stomach with one hand and slapped the table with the other, laughing so hard that he couldn't stop swaying around.
All the civil servants, especially those who knew Cheng Sanlang's talents, were helpless and rolled their eyes.
Fang Xuanling raised her hand to cover her forehead. After all, she was a famous person, but because her second son wanted to pass down poems and books to the family, she went to Luoyang with a bunch of rough men to become famous.
Sigh... I really don't know if it's good or bad, but Erlang's path forward is getting more and more crooked.
Li Shimin's face turned red and he covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly. He almost wanted to give a thumbs up to Cheng Yaojin who was beaming with pride.
Damn, Te Niang is so bad, this move is so vicious that it can make a whole family of aristocratic families speechless.
Having said that, it is possible that Cheng Sanlang, a talented and evil-minded man, would do such a thing just to become famous.
And all the ministers who came from aristocratic families had black lines on their faces, oh shit!
Not to mention, if the masterpieces in the hands of the nine martial arts disciples this time were not provided by him, Cheng Sanlang, everyone would have gnawed the Wat board like sugar cane.
Just because Cheng Yaojin, an old hob-spinner, could think of this move, doesn't it mean it was a wake-up call for Cheng Sanlang.
Maybe next year's Luoyang Peony Festival will also be ruined at the hands of the Cheng family.
Nima, this year has already ruined an important event for talented people from aristocratic families to gain fame and reputation. If it comes again next year, will they still be allowed to live?
Is it possible that the Luoyang Peony Festival, which the aristocratic families have worked so hard for decades, will give up now?
At this time, a saying that had been circulating among the officials in Chang'an City for a long time suddenly appeared in the minds of everyone.
"If you mess with the Cheng family, you won't be able to survive the year."
Nima, this feeling is like Old Cheng, an old monster, preparing to take over a group of fat and strong Cheng family members.
Carrying the red paint bucket, go to the door of each house and paint these words on them.
At this time, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, finally calmed down, stood up and shouted.
"Okay, okay, Cheng Qing, don't mess around. By the way, I want to inform your Sanlang that if others don't provoke him, he is not allowed to act like crazy. Do you understand?"
General Cheng, who had been feeling proud for a long time, then twisted his buttocks and saluted His Majesty.
"Old Cheng obeys the order and will definitely convey His Majesty's wishes to my Sanlang."
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In the days that followed, a group of military officials, who had passed down poems and books to their families, gathered their friends and held banquets in turn.
On such a lively and noisy occasion, he would carry his beloved son, who had been passed down from generation to generation, to the banquet, and in front of a group of old and young men, he would recite the famous poem again in public.
Well, a talented young man from the Wu family, who was originally very proud, lived such a shameful life every day, without shame or shame.
Regardless of anything else, the young martial arts talents have become a bit thicker-skinned.
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"Sir, look, General Chai's family, General Yuchi's family, General Cheng's family, General Qin's family...
Each and every one of them held a banquet to entertain guests and friends so that their children's poems and books could be passed down to the family and their masterpieces could be recorded in the "Luoyang Peony Collection"."
"At this time in previous years, it was the talented elders of the aristocratic families who were hosting a banquet. When will our family also host a banquet for Erlang?"
Mrs. Lu was sitting in the study, pouring tea soup for Fang Daxiang and talking.
With a towel wrapped around his head, the Prime Minister of Fang sighed helplessly as he was forced to participate in the family banquet of a fat and muscular warrior. He drank so much that his whole body felt hurt.
"Wait a minute, wait for me to slow down, I really can't hold it anymore."
"Why don't we look back and wait until we get to Luoyang and hold a banquet at our house?"
Going to Luoyang was not as convenient as Chang'an. But looking at her husband's haggard appearance, Mrs. Lu felt very sorry for her husband.
It is really difficult for a gentle man to hang out with a bunch of vulgar warriors all day long for Erlang.
However, Lu would not be willing to take advantage of the popularity and show off his talents.
"Yeah, my husband is right. Our family is not in a hurry. Master, please have a good rest, and I will go and see what the third child is doing."
Fang Xuanling nodded happily, watched his beloved wife leave the study, took a sip of tea, and closed her eyes happily.
Then I felt something was wrong. My wife's temperament should not give up so easily...