Chapter 259 Play the drums and cheer for me, watch me imitate my father and write poems (
Chapter 259 Beat the drum for me and watch me imitate my father in composing poems (it’s a big event, please vote for me)
Seeing his father's joyful expression, Cheng Chubi suddenly understood what his father said before leaving the house.
Really* brothers playing drums, real* father and son soldiers in battle...
"Where is the drum? Your Majesty, my son is here, where is the drum?" Cheng Yaojin looked around and smashed the jar with great arrogance.
Next to him, Yu Chigong was angry and funny. He could only give a thumbs up to Cheng Yaojin, who was a bit thicker-skinned than himself.
No wonder, I can only rank second on the list of honorable bullies. After all, I can't compare to this Cheng in terms of shamelessness.
"Hurry up and get three drums for Cheng Qing." Li Shimin ordered in a dumbfounded voice.
Not long after, three large drums, which were used for playing rather than fighting, were moved into the temple.
Fortunately, Cheng Chubi, the good-faced old Cheng family's face person, also drank a little too much today, and his sense of shame was quickly forgotten.
Humming and haha swaying to the rhythm along with the two brothers, ahem, playing the drums.
A group of military ministers also made loud and rhythmic noises, while a group of civil servants had black lines on their faces and remained silent.
We promised to seize the limelight, we promised to be the leader, but why do we feel that the opening method is messed up.
Let these bastards cause trouble because they really don't want the Double Ninth Festival banquet to be indecisive.
Opposite Li Ji and several other generals who fought with their brains also understood the reason why Lao Cheng was so promiscuous today.
"Damn, only this old boy can think of such a damaging move."
The exciting drumbeats quickly suppressed all the noise, but Cheng Yaojin was seen standing in the hall, looking left and right, majestic.
After a long while, he started chanting loudly.
"On the eighth day of the ninth month of the Double Ninth Festival, the city is filled with chrysanthemums, and the fragrance comes in waves. The leader returns to my home."
"???" There was an awkward silence for a while, and then the generals once again let out a roar of cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
A group of dandy boys at the entrance of the palace were laughing so much that they lay on the threshold and kept slapping the threshold.
"Uncle Cheng is really good at both civil and military skills, hahaha... I'm laughing so hard."
"Uncle Cheng is right, the leader belongs to your family."
Li Shimin and Li Yuan looked at each other dumbfounded and shook their heads.
This poem is a mess, but it can be classified as a limerick. It is actually a little more talented than Yu Chigong.
Of course, compared to those civil servants, their level is still a bit too low.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how do you like Lao Cheng's poem?"
Cheng Yaojin clasped his fists around proudly, glanced sideways at the group of civil servants with dark faces, and then said to the two His Majesty.
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At this time, an old minister stood up and commented with a smile.
"General Cheng, this poem of yours is quite pleasant. If you want to be called the leader, I'm afraid you won't be able to..."
"That's right, since General Cheng has finished his poem and has not received the emperor's approval, please give way. I also happen to be inspired by poetry."
"The sound of drums accompanied by chanting has never been heard of since ancient times..."
Cheng Yaojin laughed happily, with a fierce look in his eyes, but before he had time to speak, he saw the third child, who was blushing and swollen from drinking, jumping out first, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.
Cheng Chubi looked sideways and felt unhappy.
"What do you mean, you're just in a hurry, right? Our old Cheng family hasn't finished composing the poem yet. Why are you so anxious?"
"???" A group of civil servants who were once onmyojis immediately turned pale, and all their eyes fell on the stunned Cheng Laosan.
Fang Xuanling was very happy on the spot. "My dear nephew Chu Bi, don't be ridiculous. Your father has already composed poems. Could it be that your brothers also have good works?"
Cheng Chubi had a stick in his neck, the spring breeze was blowing, the war drums were beating, I would fight whoever attacked my father.
"Uncle Fang, you are really right. After listening to my father's Double Ninth Festival poem, my little nephew just got inspiration."
"Haha, don't mess around, third brother." Cheng Yaojin smiled and patted Cheng Chubi on the shoulder with a big hand.
Cheng Chubi drank a lot of wine and said, "Hey, hey, hey, he is extremely confident and arrogant."
"Dad, you said those two treasures belong to our family, so the child will take them home for you."
At this time, Li Yuan laughed and became more interested. The important thing is that the silly boy Cheng Laosan was stunned for a moment.
But he is a good young man who has the courage to do his job. Li Yuan did not want this boy to be criticized, so he opened his mouth to come to the rescue.
"Cheng Laosan, you have a good ambition. Then hurry up. If you can really make a poem that satisfies me, those two treasures belong to your old Cheng family."
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Cheng Chubi straightened his spine. "Okay, then Wei Chen will sing a song."
"Brothers, beat the drum for me and watch me compose poems like my father."
As soon as Cheng Chubi said these words, Cheng Yaojin burst into laughter. "Okay, my son is very ambitious. I will beat the drum for you personally."
"Cheng Laosan, please don't disgrace your old Cheng family." Over there, Uncle Niu, a real man, couldn't help shouting.
Cheng Chubi chuckled, raised his head, and tossed the hair from his forehead to his cheeks.
I'm just keeping a low profile and growing up, but you can't wait for me. It's just fun and lively.
Defeat my father, let’s see if I can’t defeat you.
Cheng Chubi, who was highly talented and knowledgeable, glanced at the entrance of the palace and saw a group of good brothers there gesturing at him with their fists.
I didn’t know that these guys were chopping off chicken heads and burning yellow paper, and stabbing their brothers all the time.
Are you threatening yourself, or are you cheering yourself up?
Turning his eyes, he saw that the military officials over there were uncles and uncles that he often saw.
They like to use their fists and feet to greet the shoulders and buttocks of the younger generation, conveying the loving care of the elders.
On the other side, a group of people looked polite and polite. They had eaten a good meal and didn't even have a hair on their beards. They looked like a bunch of dummy civil servants.
Moving to the rear, Uncle Li, who appears to be a benevolent and generous man, is actually deducting the salary of his juniors all day long, mocking and mocking the real person, Uncle Li.
There is also the black-faced old man Li Yuan who is very old and has no prostate. He likes to pick and choose things while eating and drinking all day long.
Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and raised his head to the sky. Since ancient times, heroes have appeared in my generation, but I am an invincible and lonely person.
"Wait until autumn comes on September 8th!"
"..." Inside and outside the hall, there were a group of elders and brothers who were still looking forward to it after hearing this sentence.
There was unconcealable disappointment on their faces. Li Yuan and Li Shimin, father and son, couldn't help but smile at each other. The meaning of their smiles was indeed true.
He is the same type as his father. The father falls on the eighth day of the ninth month of the Double Ninth Festival, and the son falls on the eighth day of the ninth month of the Double Ninth Festival...
"As expected of a father and son, interesting..." Changsun Wuji commented leisurely, stroking his long beard.
All the civil servants beside him smiled in a relaxed manner. At first, Cheng Laosan looked like he had a chance to win.
I thought that this young man who always surprises people could really shock people.
It turns out...talent is something that the tough guys like the old Cheng family can't master.
Cheng Chubi's voice rose suddenly, sounding like gold and stone clashing, hitting the sky.
"After I bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill you!"