Chapter 1788 Don't talk nonsense, what Cheng wants to play is serious talent
"Niu also asked about it. Over the past decades, this "Luoyang Peony Collection" has been printed by Zheng's Bookstore and has never been handed over to outsiders."
"Ha, Old Niu, you are in a hurry. I'll say hello to my San Lang later. That guy is very smart and he will definitely have a solution."
"If he can't figure it out, we old brothers will go back and have a good chat with their old Zheng family. This is called, well, polite first and then attack. What do you think..."
"Be polite first and then fight. Well...it is in line with the demeanor of the great military officials of the Tang Dynasty, hahahaha..."
After drinking a few more glasses of wine, Li Ji had two eye-catching red spots on his face, one on the left and one on the right.
He was stroking his long beard, his eyes were rolling, and his temperament looked very cunning.
"By the way, brothers, our little baby is making a splash in Luoyang, but what are your plans for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival?"
As soon as these words came out, the originally lively and noisy banquet couldn't help but become a little cold.
Yes, in the past few years, without the versatile Cheng Sanlang, the Mid-Autumn Festival has once again become the home venue of those gentle people.
Moreover, those gentlemen who are proficient in the six arts not only have to show off their poems and songs at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
They even performed some kind of sword dance, and even a few civil servants who were not bad at archery dared to compete with the generals in archery.
After all, this is not a battlefield to kill enemies. They use light bows and shoot at targets, which is a distance of twenty paces. They compete in the palace.
Unfortunately, this rough old man has no other talents except dancing with guns and sticks at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
Watching those gentlemen begin their vengeful counterattack, leading to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the past two years.
It has become the main venue for that group of versatile and gentle people. Although the rough gentlemen have great evil in their hearts, they can do nothing about it.
After all, you can't do it in front of His Majesty, because if you lose the battle, you have to do something. In that case, everyone will lose.
Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like a steel needle and laughed heartily.
"Everyone, Cheng has already made plans for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival.
We are going to let His Majesty and those guys experience the power of our old Cheng family's three-pipe ensemble."
"Three horses? What the hell is that?" Yuchi Gong drank and looked at Cheng Yaojin with a confused look on his face.
"You three, father and son, beat a horse together? I said, Lao Cheng, you can do it alone, why do you need father and son to fight together?"
"Yes, yes, even a fierce tiger is no match for the three of you, father and son."
"Isn't this too cruel? Beating a horse in the court, not to mention three horses, beating one can easily lead to problems."
"???" General Cheng had a dark look on his face as he looked at this group of friends who were obviously drunk and were a little crooked.
I was so angry that I almost kicked them all back to Chang'an. These guys who were so drunk that they were talking nonsense.
"Don't talk nonsense, Cheng is going to perform with serious talent."
"Hahaha, come on, come on, you don't have to wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Lao Cheng, show it to our brothers and let everyone give you a review."
"Yes, brother Zhijie, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up. It just so happens that your old Cheng family has one family and two eunuchs today. On such a good day, you can show your skills."
A group of rough old men with red faces and veins started to shout and make noises. Fortunately, the Prime Minister finally declined the Cheng Mansion family banquet today on the pretext that he had important matters to deal with.
Otherwise, if you are surrounded by drunken lunatics again, you may get upset again, get yourself drunk first, lie down on the ground, and fall in love with someone.
Seeing these old brothers making fun and laughing, Cheng Taibao suddenly felt very evil.
Immediately drained a cup of Sanlejiang which was not intoxicating but nourishing in one gulp.
He shouted sharply.
"Cheng Ji, go and call Dalang Erlang over, and by the way, bring over the soldiers, ahem, musical instruments that I have taken advantage of."
"Take the eldest son and the second son along with you. Today I will let you and others experience the power of our Cheng family's father and son's three-pipe ensemble."
I heard that my master wanted to show off his talents because the housekeeper Cheng Fu stayed in Chang'an.
Cheng Wei, who was temporarily in charge of the Duke Lu's Mansion in Luoyang, agreed loudly, picked up his front and ran away quickly.
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At this moment, the eldest Cheng Chumo and the second eldest Cheng Chuliang were entertaining a group of young people in the yard nearby.
His Majesty, His Majesty the King of Wu, who was so angry that he almost wanted to have his leg broken by himself because he was too coquettish in Luoyang, was also here at the moment.
At this moment, the pretty face was about to turn into a monkey's butt. From time to time, he let out a loud laugh and clinked glasses with his brothers.
It is enough to prove that Li Ke, who has been lonely and cold in Luoyang for a while, finally found an organization and a brother.
Just a few days ago, my biological father finally got rid of his ban, and he became a half-local and promiscuous prince.
I couldn't wait to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Luoyang with a few familiar friends, of course, all kinds of serious and informal scenery.
Naturally, Li Ke would not be absent from today's Cheng Mansion family banquet. He was enjoying a very refreshing drink with a group of brothers.
Then I saw a steward of the Cheng Mansion running over quickly, and ran straight to the red-faced Boss Cheng.
"Eldest Young Master, I have an order for you and the Second Young Master to take your musical instruments, along with the Master's musical instruments, to perform for a group of colleagues in the front hall."
"What?" Li Ke jumped up and shouted in disbelief.
Cheng Chuliang had a drink on the side and was very unhappy with Li Ke's fuss.
"Why, it's not a big deal for our Cheng family to know how to play Cheng's pipa."
The eldest brother Cheng Chumo, as the future head of the Cheng family in Dong'a, couldn't help but show off proudly.
"Brother, you don't know, not only our brothers, but also our old Cheng family, we all know how to pull the bullet a few times to mean something."
"..." A picture flashed through Li Ke's mind. A group of fat and strong Cheng family members were playing and howling at the top of their lungs while playing the Cheng family's pipa.
In an instant, his whole body was about to burst. If one day General Cheng asked the Cheng family to sing a chorus, half of Luoyang City would be able to hear it.
Li Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up, he took a drink and started shouting.
"Oh, today the three of you, father and son, are going to perform together. Hahaha, it's so rare. Come on, let's go and join in the fun together."
Li Ke quickly asked the Cheng family to bring him cold water to wipe his face, trying to wake up a little bit.
A group of friends also imitated the same example. After being stimulated by the cold water, they all cheered up instantly and became clear-headed. After all, they wanted to watch the excitement. How could they watch it if they were not sober.
Not long after, a group of noble officials of the Tang Dynasty saw the first and second sons of the Cheng family holding the musical instrument known as Cheng's Pipa.
Behind them, even the younger members of the family crowded in to join in the fun. Everyone wanted to see the talent show of Uncle Cheng and his son's three-pipe ensemble.