Chapter 258 The old man wants to write a poem, why don't you come to cheer for dad?
Chapter 258 I want to compose a poem, why don’t you come and play the drum to cheer me up? (I’m asking for votes and rewards for big events)
The gang was so drunk that they were jealous, and they were unhappy with the fact that civil servants were writing literary and poetic works there.
He was actually provoked on the spot, and several big men immediately pulled up their court uniforms, exposing the black hair on their chests, as if they were about to roll up their sleeves and compete with a real person.
Uncle Li stood up quickly with a black look on his face and stopped the immoral behavior of these rough men.
"Dear ministers, you are all important ministers of the country. Today's Double Ninth Festival banquet is for the purpose of making all of you happy together."
Seeing His Majesty the Emperor come forward to suppress the opponent, Prime Minister Fang Xuanling, who was the head of the hundred officials, walked out, smiled and held his hands in a circle as a courtesy.
"Your Majesty said it politely, please don't get angry..."
"Although the literati have the upper hand in this poem, it doesn't mean that warriors are not allowed to compete, right?"
"If you have a masterpiece that you think is good, you can recite it in front of the palace and ask Your Majesty to comment on it. Isn't that okay?"
"What do you mean, Lao Fang? You look down on us or something." Here, Yuchi, one of the distinguished bullies, was unhappy. He was really unhappy now.
Fang Xuanling smiled and waved her hand. "General Yuchi's words are wrong. How dare Fang fail to see that this is just a suggestion.
If you are not happy, then just pretend that Fang didn’t say it..."
"Isn't it just about composing poetry? Who can't do it? Come on, brother Yuchi." A certain noble bully who was most willing to make noises shouted in the crowd of military ministers.
Yuchi Gong immediately exploded, trying to rush into the crowd and sneak out a certain old gangster named Cheng.
As a result, he was stopped by a group of old brothers with playful smiles. "Brother Yuchi, you are afraid of a bird, so fight them."
"Yes, we support you, brother Yuchi. Our brothers are not afraid of murder and arson. There is nothing scary about writing poems."
Listening to those scalp-numbing voices of encouragement, all the civil servants had dark expressions on their faces.
The censors who were responsible for maintaining the order of the Double Ninth Festival banquet today gritted their teeth and secretly wrote down the name of the guy who made the most noise in a small notebook.
Yuchi Gong was directly crowded by seven or eight old brothers and was a little bit unable to get off the stage. He turned back angrily and pointed at these hippie smiling bastards.
"You bastards... just wait, if someone does it, you have to do it too."
Li Shimin and Li Yuan were also very happy, secretly laughing and cursing, these bastards are really good at picking on people.
Li Shimin quietly wiped away his tears from laughter, stood up, walked up to Yuchi Gong with a glass cup in hand and spoke loudly.
"Okay, okay, it's rare for Yuchiqing's family to be so interested, so I should listen to it. Whether you do it well or not, I will give you a toast to Yuchi Aiqing."
At this moment, Yu Chigong's vanity was greatly satisfied. He bowed respectfully to Li Shimin, took the glass cup and drained the wine in one gulp.
The unhappy black face was also filled with joy. Then he rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a long time to find inspiration.
On the eighth day of September in the eighth year of Zhenguan, the masterpiece of the famous Tang general Wei Chigong stuttered out.
"As autumn approaches the Double Ninth Festival, civil and military officials gather in the palace. Your Majesty gives me wine, and I compose poems for the Double Ninth Festival."
Before the last word was uttered, Cheng Yaojin had already put his hands together before his mouth and cheered loudly at the top of his lungs.
In an instant, all the generals let out loud cries and howled, and cheered loudly.
On the opposite side, the civil servants who had originally wanted to boo were no match for these rough men, so they all turned black and shut their mouths angrily.
"These bastards..." An old minister shook his head, dumbfounded.
His Majesty Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who was both civil and military and talented, tried hard to control his expression.
As the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, I must not lie down laughing in front of my ministers.
With a dull and numb face, he nodded slightly towards Yuchi Gong, and walked back carrying the empty glass cup.
The moment he turned his head, his stiff face twitched wildly. Li Yuan had already buried his head deeply. Can this girl be called a poem?
Although Yu Chigong was only proficient in writing, he was at least self-aware. As the saying goes, good brothers share the same quilt, share blessings and share hardships.
"Hurry up, a certain family has already done it, it's your turn, but believe it or not, a certain family has come to invite you personally."
Seeing Yuchi's dark face, he would throw off his clothes and roll up his sleeves and become furious if he disagreed with her.
Soon, all the military officials invariably focused their attention on a certain troublemaker who was laughing most happily.
"Brother Yuchi, don't worry, let's recommend Lao Cheng as the representative!" Li Ji, a sinister man who likes to hurt his brothers most, directly responded.
"Yes, Lao Cheng, hurry up, you were the one who laughed the loudest just now, come on."
"???" Cheng Yaojin's face darkened immediately. My old Cheng is so damn good. This kind of thing is not my old Cheng's strong point.
"That's right, Lao Cheng, hurry up. You are thick-skinned anyway, so what are you afraid of?" The second brother Qin also knew how to interfere with his brothers at this time.
The Cheng family, who had just laughed so hard at the entrance of the palace, was instantly stunned.
He watched blankly as his own father was escorted into the palace by a large number of military ministers.
Yuchi Baolin, who had a dark look on her face just now and was deeply ashamed of her father's talent performance, immediately became happy.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you three brothers doing? Why don't you hurry up and cheer for your father?"
"That's right, brothers Chu Mo and Chu Liang, don't you two like to play drums the most? Now hurry up and give your father a drum sound to make it more exciting."
On the side, the group of civil servants, including the imperial censor, almost all laughed so hard that they twitched away.
Hearing the words of the Cheng family, black lines were all over their faces, and their eyes were fierce. His Highness, King Wu, walked with his belly in his arms, laughing, and almost collapsed on the threshold.
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Cheng Yaojin, who was pushed to the front desk by a bunch of bastard brothers, saw Yu Chigong standing next to him with a gleeful smile on his face.
He was immediately unhappy. He stretched his neck and stroked his thick beard like a steel needle, standing tall and straight without any stage fright.
"What's more, I just want to recite poems. My old man, Cheng Wentao, is good at all martial arts, so I just write them."
When he turned around, he happened to see his three sons standing stupidly at the door of the palace, staring at him.
Lao Cheng immediately became happy. "Haha... The boss, the second, and the third are just standing there doing nothing. I want to compose a poem."
You three bastards, why don’t you come here quickly and beat the drum to cheer for dad..."
"!!!" The Cheng family was immediately stunned. Are you really beating the drum to cheer?
At this moment, everyone inside and outside the palace was laughing so hard that Li Yuan laughed so hard that he almost got slapped under the imperial cabinet.
Li Shimin was also angry and happy, stamping his feet and rubbing his belly, laughing and cursing. "This bastard thing is really..." Well, it can't be described.
Cheng Chubi was carried into the Liangyi Palace by his two cheerful brothers with a confused look on his face. His whole body felt bad.
Damn it! Why do you want to do this to me, the most handsome kid in the old Cheng family, for such a shameful thing?