Chapter 2299 It's not as good as death with talent
Chapter 2299: Fighting with talent to the point where studying is worse than death... (Please subscribe and vote)
A group of censors wanted to move, but at this moment, a group of fat and strong Cheng family members stood up with their swords in hand and blocked the street, which was not even spacious, with murderous intent.
As for His Highness King Wu, he was completely relaxed after hearing that Brother Chu Bi was not going to do anything.
Smiling, he tied his hands in his sleeves and acted as if the matter had nothing to do with him and I decided to just sit back and watch.
Li Ke was very much looking forward to it. Brother Chu Bi, a rough martial artist full of talents, finally began to compose poetry again.
When asked to compose poems on weekdays, Brother Chu Bi was not even willing to raise his eyebrows. He would rather play a few more cards than leave one more famous masterpiece.
But whenever you get into a fight with those gentle people, when it's hard to do anything, hehe...
Brother Chu Bi likes to show off his talents. He uses the things that scholars are good at and makes him so angry that life as a scholar is worse than death.
I'm afraid I've never encountered anything like this in the history of history.
Li Yifu looked at the group of former colleagues, and then at Cheng Luoyang, who was upright and upright, with a calm expression on his face.
I feel so sad in my heart that I want to pick up a big stick and beat these fellow trolls to a pulp. You guys are here to find Li.
At least I can hide it a little bit and poke a little secretly, so that Li can at least tell you with snot and tears that I have no choice but to compromise.
It's good now that we are stuck here and let Cheng Sanlang, a vulgar warrior, catch him.
He is also his immediate boss, and he is extremely cunning and will never show mercy when trying to deceive others. How dare you say something bad in front of him?
Then again, facing the notorious demon moth Cheng Sanlang, Li Yifu, who is resourceful and full of eyes, felt like a dog biting a hedgehog and had nowhere to bite him.
I am not saying that I am a gentleman without means, but the problem is that I have many dirty tricks...
If it were used on fellow civil servants who were strict with themselves and focused on reputation, Li Yifu felt that he would definitely be able to scheme against his opponents.
But unfortunately, the reputation of the Cheng family is already stinking. No matter how much sewage is thrown, let alone the Cheng family themselves.
Even the onlookers on the side, apart from shaking their heads in disgust, probably had only two words in their hearts that they wanted to complain about most: That’s it?
In addition, Cheng Sanlang's thinking mode is simply confusing. He never does things in a routine, or even does things randomly.
This made Li Yifu even think of how to deal with it, and he was already bruised and swollen, with stars in his eyes.
Just when Li Yifu was so sad that he couldn't help himself, his servants sent him pen and ink.
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At this moment, Cheng Sanlang was circling in the alley, looking around as if there was no one around, and saw weeds and unknown but colorful wild flowers on both sides of the street.
There are also many trees exposed above the surrounding courtyard walls, and a lot of snow-white elm coins are scattered on the ground.
Of course, there are also missing catkins blown from nowhere, like snow velvet, gently rolling on the ground, and flying from time to time.
"Congratulations, come and help me with the inkstone." Cheng Chubi flexed his wrist, stood outside the courtyard wall of Li Yi's house, and flexed his wrist twice.
He picked up his brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write on the white wall with lime.
Those few people had just been pointed out by Cheng Sanlang that this was a poem given to them, which made them feel nervous and complicated.
Although everyone despised the Cheng family as vulgar warriors, they had to admit it in their hearts.
Cheng Sanlang, the handsome boy of the old Cheng family who is a heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, is indeed an alternative among the Cheng family, the one who is the most accomplished in both civil and military affairs.
Although he has not written many poems in recent years, when was the situation when he wrote poems not a famous scene?
Moreover, those who were criticized by Cheng Sanlang in the past seemed to be considered to be numerous important ministers of the Tang Dynasty. Now, they, a group of low-ranking censors, can actually have this honor.
This makes people unclear whether they should be happy for it or angry and annoyed. In short, the mood is quite complicated.
But it didn't stop them from all staring at the plaster wall where Cheng Sanlang had already put pen to paper.
Cheng Sanlang's first word came out, and in an instant, the trembling and hunched censors involuntarily puffed up their chests.
What Cheng Sanlang wrote was indeed calligraphy, but what about calligraphy, haha...
Especially Gu Yushi, who thought that the words he wrote when he was ten years old were more elegant than the graffiti written by Cheng Sanlang on the wall.
A censor on the side who also had a sense of superiority couldn't help but complained in a low voice.
"He actually has the nerve to show off such ugly words. If I were him, I would just throw myself into the river and die."
A censor next to him also shook his head with disgust, but he told the truth again.
"Haha, for gentlemen like you and me, would the Cheng family feel that the words are ugly and become angry and try to improve themselves, or commit suicide in shame and anger?"
"If they really have that kind of shame, how can they become so infamous that we, the gentlemen, can avoid them?"
"..." Li Yifu on the side heard the words of some former colleagues and couldn't help but nodded in agreement, and almost subconsciously said a few words in agreement.
Fortunately, he woke up in time and controlled himself.
"The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple are competing with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky..."
Li Ke shook his head and recited the seven-character quatrain loudly in a melody, and his eyes lit up.
"Oh, Brother Chubi is pretty good. It's rare that you only write poems to show off your talent this time and don't offend others."
As soon as Li Ke said this, Cheng Chubi turned his head, looked at the prince whose half-full bottle of vinegar was rattling all day long, and shook his head with disgust.
"Brother Chu Bi, am I wrong?"
Just as the two of them were whispering, Li Yifu, who had also come closer, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
First, he turned his face sideways and looked at Cheng Sanlang, who was truly a man of both civil and military skills, with a complicated expression. Then he turned to look at his former colleagues behind him.
Cheng Chubi naturally noticed the change in Li Yifu's expression, and raised his eyebrows at this template character who was passed down by a traitorous minister.
"Come, come, Master Li, Cheng seems to be touched by your expression, please tell me."
These words instantly focused all eyes on Li Yifu, facing the gaze of his former colleague and now boss, His Royal Highness the Prince.
Li Yifu suddenly felt his heart sink, and looked at Cheng Sanlang's chiseled face with a meaningful smile.
"Master Li, don't try to hide your clumsiness, haha..."
"Cheng knows that Mr. Li, you are quick-thinking and talented, so you will definitely know Cheng's intentions."