Chapter 264 Don't see you, the Suzaku door opens, there are only a few days in Chongyang, a
Chapter 264: Don’t you see me, the Suzaku Gate is open, and the Double Ninth Festival is just a few days away, and it’s still snowing (please vote)
At the gate of the Imperial Medical Office, a group of guards were chatting excitedly about the gossip that had already become noisy in the world.
The topic of course is not far from the two days ago, at the Double Ninth Festival banquet, where the Prime Minister of Taichang Temple and the imperial physician Cheng Sanlang shined brilliantly.
Unexpectedly, this general's disciple was the person who caused the entire Imperial Medical Office to panic and suffer from headaches.
Unexpectedly, at the Double Ninth Festival Banquet, not only did he present the acupuncture bronze figure and the life-like picture of the acupuncture bronze figure, he also received a knighthood.
More importantly, the four members of the Cheng family, young and old, were participating in the poetry competition at the Double Ninth Festival Banquet.
Playing drums as music, the father and son took turns composing poems, and won the first place in poems for the Double Ninth Festival Banquet, earning praises from the emperor and his two generations of emperors.
This kind of ability is simply more amazing than the dogs in Chang'an City singing arias.
After all, almost everyone in Quan Changan knows who the noble and noble bully Cheng Yaojin is.
To put it bluntly, the pictures of exorcism and evil that are hung on the doorsteps of many ordinary people's homes today show the images of the old Cheng family, including the young and old.
It is said that this is the work of Yan Liben, the top painter from the Tang Dynasty.
Such a person who can stop children from chanting at night and can control the house and exorcise evil spirits, can actually compose poetry...
It is said that Cheng Yaojin first wrote a poem of poor quality, which was ridiculed by the arrogant civil servants.
This angered Cheng Sanlang, the cultural director of the old Cheng family, who had eaten bear heart, leopard gallbladder, and drank wolf heart and dog lung soup. He was furious.
In front of hundreds of civil and military officials and two generations of emperors, he impassionedly composed a majestic chrysanthemum poem.
"No wonder, maybe it's because Cheng Taichang is so talented that he looks so pretty."
"That's right, if Cheng Taichang looks like General Cheng, with broom eyebrows, big copper bell eyes, and a hairy beard.
If we could produce such a masterpiece that would be famous throughout the ages, it would be too...the contrast would be too great."
"Shh, don't talk. Come on..." As one of the companions reminded him, the other gatekeepers quickly stood up.
Then I saw Cheng Sanlang, the most talented person in the Imperial Medical Office of the Tang Dynasty and the cultural director of the old Cheng family, coming on horseback.
The mount is a magnificent Dawan horse, and the whole person is tall and majestic, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary aura.
He would just sneak around with the two followers behind him from time to time, muttering something unknown.
He was laughing so hard that he was swaying all over the place, which really ruined his image.
When Cheng Chubi got off his horse in front of the Imperial Medical Office, a group of servants came forward to congratulate Cheng Chubi with beaming faces.
"Seeing that Cheng Taichang, I congratulate Cheng Taichang for becoming a lord, and congratulate Cheng Taichang for showing his power at the Double Ninth Festival Banquet and becoming the leader of poetry..."
Cheng Chubi was also generous and asked Cheng Liang to throw two bunches of money to these officers, so that Cheng could share his happiness with everyone.
When Cheng Chubi entered the office, he was stopped by his colleagues to congratulate him and praise him several times.
Even Wang Yiling and Zhang Yiling came out of the public house to express their congratulations to Cheng Chubi in person.
After all, although Cheng Chubi was born as a general, he is still an official of our Imperial Medical Office. This honor brings glory to the entire Imperial Medical Office.
Cheng Chubi was very proud of himself. He did not expect that he would be very popular in the Imperial Medical Office.
Although I don't have many interactions with a group of imperial doctors, and I don't do many serious things every day, at least we all get along well with each other.
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"Cheng Taichang, the medical girl Wu Mei wants to see you." The voice of the handyman guarding the courtyard came into the courtyard.
Cheng Chubi, who had just returned to his office and was about to take a nap before playing cards with his two loyal servants, quickly sat up.
Soon, he saw Wu Mei, with a slim figure and picturesque features, approaching.
The two loyal servants wisely moved to squat outside the room, leaving enough space for the beautiful young lady and the third young master to be alone.
After Wu Mei stepped into the house, her shining black eyes were like two Wu Gou swords that had just been polished.
Cheng Sanlang's face hurt so much that he twisted his neck uncomfortably. "That charming girl, what do you mean by looking at me like this?"
Wu Meiniang didn't pay any attention to Cheng Chubi's nonsense questions. She walked lightly and straightly until she was one step away from Cheng Chubi before she stood still.
"Brother Cheng, 'I originally wanted my heart to illuminate the moon, but the moon illuminates the ditch.' But you did it?"
Looking at those bright eyes that were as sharp as Wu Goujian, Cheng Chubi pursed his lips and cautiously said a tentative sentence.
"Would you believe it if I shamelessly said it was me?"
"Of course I believe it." Wu Mei smiled sweetly, her smile as charming as a flower.
"You can create masterpieces such as "Ode to Chrysanthemums for the Double Ninth Festival Banquet in Liangyi Palace, on the eighth day of the ninth month of the eighth year of Zhenguan in Chang'an" that will be famous throughout the ages, so I believe it."
Cheng Chubi looked at the girl with the twinkling stars in her dark eyes. Well, he had to admit that he really enjoyed being admired by others in his eyes and expressions.
Especially when the one who admires me is the female emperor in history, it feels even more fulfilling.
Wu Mei recited the long and smelly title of the poem in one breath, and then took a deep breath.
"But then again, who came up with this name?"
Cheng Chubi's expression was of course very serious, and he cupped his hands facing the direction of the palace.
"Of course it was taken by His Majesty, the wise and mighty Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. What, do you have any objections?"
Wu Mei almost choked on her saliva as her watery bright eyes glanced at this shameless person.
"Meiniang doesn't dare to have one. Could it be that you, Third Brother Cheng, have one?"
"Oh... I don't dare. Who asked him to give him such a name as His Majesty..." Cheng Chubi let out a deep breath.
What else can I say? The name you gave me, Emperor Boss, is stinky and long?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, do you want to die? Don't you see, the Suzaku Gate is open, and the Double Ninth Festival will be just a few days away, and there will be snow.
Seeing Brother Cheng's resentful and aggrieved look, Wu Mei let out a sigh and quickly raised her bare hands to cover her red lips.
Those smart and bright eyes are particularly breathtaking.
Cheng Chubi was stunned for a moment. Every look in her eyes and every movement of this woman were full of charm. If she had survived her adolescence, she would really have grown up.
She is definitely a monster that brings disaster to the country and the people. Well, I hope she grows up quickly, maybe one day, hehehe...
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"Brother Cheng, how many people in the world hope that your majesty will inscribe and name them? I'm afraid your majesty is still not happy."
"What an honor this is. With this poem, you have also won the fortune of two generations of emperors. It may be possible to leave your name in history."
After hearing Wu Mei's words of approval, Cheng Laosan couldn't help but feel a little complacent.
"Brother Cheng, tell me how you came up with the idea of composing a poem that night?"
Seeing Wu Meiniang's adorable face full of admiration, Cheng Chubi chuckled.
Being idle is also idle, since there is a beautiful young lady who is willing to be the listener.
There is nothing he can't say, so of course Cheng Chubi would be happy to flatter himself.
"Speaking of which, at the Double Ninth Festival banquet that day, a group of civil servants wanted to die and jumped out to provoke my father..."
"...Seek death? Jump out?" Wu Meiniang's face was a little dark. Come on, third brother Cheng is such a down-to-earth person who likes to speak bluntly.
Even if it is said in an inelegant way, such small flaws cannot detract from the heroic and domineering spirit of Brother Cheng.
It makes people feel more and more that he is such a sincere person who dares to love and hate, and dares to express his true attitude.
Far better than those guys who do one thing on the surface but another behind the scenes, who appear to be gentle but are actually despicable and dark.