Chapter 262 Only a majestic man can be so masculine
Chapter 262 Only a strong man can be so masculine, powerful and heroic (please vote)
In the Li Zheng Hall, the voices of Sizhu seemed to be frightened into silence by this sharp cry.
The wine bottle in Wu Mei's hand almost fell to the floor. Is that Cheng Yaojin with a hairy face and big copper bell eyes, who can only hear a hahaha sound when he opens his mouth?
The not-so-warm wind came from outside the palace gate and gently touched everyone's cheeks.
Outside the door of the Li Zheng Palace, a crow flew past with a squawking sound...
"Is this Lu Guogong Cheng Qing?" Empress Changsun, who had a black face, resisted the urge to stretch out her green-white little finger to pick out her ears, and asked uncertainly.
"Exactly." The eunuch gasped, with a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
All the concubines and princesses in the palace also came to their senses and were chattering...
What happened to this year's Double Ninth Festival banquet? Civil servants only wrote poems, but military ministers also came out to compose poems.
Wu Chen wrote a poem and sent some reliable representatives, but the result...
The first and second ranked bullies and the top three rough guys of the Tang Dynasty actually became the cultural responsibilities of the military ministers.
"Your Majesty and the Emperor, are you not angry?" A princess couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
The eunuch quickly saluted. "...Your Majesty and the Emperor seem to be quite happy."
"...I knew it." Empress Changsun couldn't help but raise her hand and stroke her forehead. Well, men will always become childish suddenly, just get used to it.
"I don't know what kind of poetry General Cheng wrote. Please recite it..." A concubine with a clear voice asked curiously.
The eunuch nodded, but his expression was a bit distorted. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally spoke.
"On the eighth day of the ninth month of the Double Ninth Festival, the city is filled with chrysanthemums, and the fragrance comes in bursts. The leader returns to my home..."
For a while, the sound of puffing could be heard endlessly.
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All the concubines and princesses finally couldn't hold it in any longer. They had almost suffered internal injuries after listening to General Yuchi's poems just now.
How could I hold it back at this moment? There were a bunch of concubines and princesses in the palace. Some of them were covering their lips while smiling, some were stamping their feet and shaking their heads, and so on.
Even the serving maids and eunuchs were all messed up by the wind.
Wu Mei stood blankly next to Queen Changsun, holding a wine bottle, her pretty face a little red, General Cheng, why are you so shameless...
Empress Changsun couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed several times before she managed to hold it back.
"This General Cheng, alas, I don't even know how to describe him."
A concubine commented deliberately and seriously.
"Your Majesty is right. When it comes to poetry writing, General Cheng is indeed better than General Yuchi..."
In an instant, the whole hall was filled with flowers and branches, like hundreds of warblers and swallows singing together.
The concubines were chattering excitedly, and the topic of their discussion was no longer about commenting on the poems of civil servants.
Instead, the topic focused on the poems of these two rough men, and discussed various anecdotes about these two noble bullies of the Tang Dynasty...
Although, Empress Changsun has always been sitting peacefully and virtuously in her seat, without participating, supporting or opposing.
But the ears with excellent hearing have been receiving these rumors and gossip.
Just when everyone was excited, another eunuch hurried over, and the concubines and princesses in the palace were all very curious.
Even Empress Changsun couldn't help but ask, "Which Wu Xun composed the poem this time?"
"The empress has learned from this. Just now, the third son of Lu Guogong, Cheng Chubi, the prime minister of Taichang Temple, composed a poem."
"???"
Inside the hall, there was deathly silence at first, and then, there was a louder noise and noise than before.
"Could it be that Cheng Sanlang who ate bear's heart, leopard's gall, and drank wolf's heart and dog's lung soup?"
"Yes, that's him, but his madness has been cured, and he also cured the emperor and his empress..."
"Oh my God, what kind of day is today? All kinds of gods and ghosts are jumping out to write poems..."
Wu Mei was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes cutely. That fool with bad eyes actually wrote poetry...
The veins on Queen Changsun's forehead twitched, and in her gentle and peaceful voice, she faintly uttered something that she couldn't hold back.
"It's rare that Cheng Guogong and his son go into battle together. I'm afraid this will become a good story in our Tang Dynasty in the future."
The concubines and princesses had extremely weird expressions, and it seemed that even the Queen couldn't hold it in anymore.
Following Empress Changsun's signal, the eunuch cleared his throat. "Wait until autumn comes, September 8th!"
"It seems that he is following the path of General Cheng..." A talented princess commented promptly.
The concubines nearby who heard this couldn't help laughing and nodded.
"After my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill you!" As soon as the second sentence came out, there was a chilling and solemn meaning, which instantly made the original Yingying Yanyan in the Zhengdian Hall audible.
Empress Changsun also had a look of astonishment on her face, and Wu Mei, who was pondering the first sentence, suddenly opened her watery almond eyes.
"The fragrance soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an!" The third sentence is still majestic and majestic, making people feel frightened and even start to feel numb.
"The whole city is covered with golden armor!" As soon as the fourth sentence came out, not only did it not stop, but it became even more fierce and high-spirited, with a bold and majestic air.
It seemed as if a vast picture was unfolding before the eyes of everyone in the hall.
In autumn, the sky and the earth are golden, and when the golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, it is the time when the flowers have fallen and withered.
In the majestic Chang'an City, the fragrance of chrysanthemums spreads straight through Chang'an. Those golden angry chrysanthemums.
The city of Chang'an was like a tiger covered with golden helmets and golden armor. They raised their arms high and guarded the Tang Dynasty.
Wu Mei held the wine bottle tightly, her eyes were full of colors, and her heart almost jumped out of her heart.
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She seemed to see the tall and majestic Cheng Sanlang standing in the majestic Liangyi Palace.
Standing with hands behind his hands, facing the biting autumn wind, he smiled proudly and recited loudly.
I really want to see with my own eyes the scene when Cheng Sanlang wrote this poem.
Wu Mei was certain that Cheng Sanlang was the only man she admired.
Only then can he create such masculine, vigorous and heroic poetry.
Empress Changsun shook her head in disbelief. At this moment, she couldn't help but comment.
"Such a majestic, bold and high-spirited poem can only be written by someone with a big mind and a broad vision."
"I'm afraid that he, Cheng Sanlang, will be the leader of Fu Ju today."
"I didn't expect that the bearded faces of Cheng Yaojin's family would turn out to be such an unusual person as Cheng Laosan."
"I really didn't expect that it would be him. He, Cheng Sanlang, could compose poetry and write such good poems..."
"Don't forget, I heard that his cooking skills are also very good, and his medical skills are even more..."
"...Could it be that that bear-hearted and leopard-cowardly man is..."
It took a long time for Empress Changsun to calm down her agitated heart, but it was for Cheng Sanlang that he could compose such a poem.
It still made her find it unbelievable that Cheng Sanlang always inadvertently made people look at him with admiration again and again.
Wu Mei beside her was recalling the two words Cheng Sanlang casually said when he had good intentions but was misunderstood by her.
I originally wanted my heart to illuminate the moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch...