Chapter 2587 The boy actually always wanted to write a memoir for his father
Li Shimin stroked his long beard, flipped through the newspaper again, and returned to the brilliant and exciting war novel "Memoirs of the Blood Sea of Tianzhu".
I can't help but think about what if everything about the Kingdom of Tianzhu in the "A Brief History of Tianzhu Continent" is true.
Then, that Wang Xuance could lead his army to victory and finally pacify the entire Central Tianzhu Kingdom.
I'm afraid it won't be as simple and easy as what I and a group of ministers discussed and guessed.
Thinking of this, Li Shimin pursed his lips and was about to call Zhao Kun when he remembered that he had already gone out to do something.
Well, let’s do this for now, let’s take a look and then talk about it.
Zhao Kun did not let Li Shimin wait too long, and soon obtained all the information he needed from the Zhongtianzhu ministers who were imprisoned in Luoyang.
After comparing the detailed data and various descriptions in that fairly detailed document with that newspaper.
Li Shimin was silent for a long time as he looked at Yi Tu, a pen name that was so rubbish that it was impossible to associate it with a knowledgeable and talented person.
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This issue of the newspaper quickly set off a wave of intense enthusiasm among the Luoyang scholar circle.
Of course, what most readers focus on is not the somewhat boring "A Brief History of Tianzhu Continent".
Instead, I focused on the description of the war in the long serial novel "Memoirs of the Blood Sea of Tianzhu", which abandoned the description of prominent characters in chapter novels in the past.
Instead, it focused on deeply depicting the cruelty and tragedy of the war, and then when I saw the end of the first chapter, I realized that it was just a flashback.
However, such flashbacks attract people's attention more and more, especially those who are least willing to appreciate articles that are pretentious.
The noble ministers who are willing to read a wonderful novel with profound descriptions and straightforward language can be said to be in a state of joy and excitement.
However, a group of rough old men were very unhappy and felt that this boy Cheng Sanlang was too unreasonable, let alone the Cheng family who had passed down a family of poems and books.
Cheng Chubi felt like he had just entered the house, as if he was being targeted.
My father's smile looked very scary, like a tiger looking at a cute prey.
Cheng Chubi asked confusedly, but General Cheng just laughed and said that I have something to do, and that I will have a good chat with you after dinner.
"What happened to dad? Someone provoked him." Cheng Chubi was eating his meal and bumped his eldest brother Cheng Chumo with his elbow.
"Haha... Third brother, you still don't understand?" The eldest brother Cheng Chumo waved the mutton bone in his hand and dropped it on the plate.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his biological father who was happily chewing, and then explained in a low voice.
"Dad highly praised the article "Memoirs of Tianzhu Sea of Blood" written by you, third brother, and said it was very well written..."
"Then why does dad look so unhappy?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help but wonder.
"Nonsense, if I were your father, I wouldn't be happy either. I even want to give you a slap."
The eldest brother rolled his eyes with a look of hatred on his face.
"When the Tang Dynasty was founded, how many great contributions did my father make and how many great scenes of blood and death he experienced. Instead of writing about my father, you actually wrote about Tianzhu?"
"..." Cheng Chubi almost choked on the half-swallowed vegetable from his nostrils.
As soon as he raised his eyelids, he saw his father's sinister eyes looking over at him. Cheng Chubi suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Damn it!
I was so busy trying my best to recommend talents to the Tang Dynasty that I actually forgot that I had such a biological father in my family who had been fighting for most of his life.
Cheng Sanlang still remembered that his own father made a lot of trouble in order to ask him to write a farewell poem for him.
At this moment, it seems that my father is very unhappy because he is writing a memoir for Uncle Qin's uncle Sanli.
What to do? Cheng Chubi began to think of countermeasures while immersed in eating and drinking.
After thinking about it, I decided, what else can I do? I can only throw a bait to my father first, and when I have time later, I can help him write a memoir.
Sure enough, after dinner, Cheng Chubi was about to slap his butt and run away when he heard his father cough twice and point his carrot-thick finger in this direction.
"Third brother, come here."
Cheng Chubi quickly nodded and leaned forward, looking at his father with an innocent expression, as if he didn't quite understand what his father was doing.
Several brothers on the side looked sideways, and the eldest brother and the second brother were quite happy about the misfortune.
After all, the two brothers are not very literary, and their father often uses the third child as an example to teach him a lesson. If he could see the third child deflated today.
Of course, as brothers, they will definitely feel pain in their hearts, but behind the word "pain", there will definitely be the word "quick" mixed in.
General Cheng took a sip of the digesting tea soup, stroking his thick beard like a steel needle, and Mo De's emotional voice rang out in the hall.
"You boy, the "Memoirs of Tianzhu Sea of Blood" published in the "Luoyang Xunbao" today is your boy's handwriting, right?"
"Yes, dad, how are you? What do you think of this writing exercise?"
Cheng Chubi smiled flatteringly and said as if he was asking for advice humbly.
"You said this was a writing practice?" General Cheng felt that his thoughts were instantly disrupted by Lao San's words.
Under the astonished glances of the Cheng family members, Cheng Sanlang's tone seemed very deep and genuine.
"Of course, the kid has always wanted to write a memoir for his father. But the kid has been hesitant to write."
General Cheng's face turned very unhappy.
"Why don't you dare to write? It's just to write an article."
"No, no, no, dad, what you said is wrong."
Cheng Chubi had a righteous expression on his face, held his head high, and his eyes were filled with admiration and admiration for his biological father.
"Dad, think about it carefully. My son and all the brothers have grown up hearing about dad's deeds since they were young.
Dad, you have had the ambition to serve the country since you were a child. You will be invincible in your military life, invincible in battles, and invincible in all attacks..."
Come, come, the Cheng family's most handsome boy's excellent flattery skills have been unleashed, and the person who has been casted by the spell is smiling, radiant, and full of energy.
The performer's voice is full of emotion, his rhetoric is flourishing, and his gestures and gestures are like a skilled spider weaving a large web that cannot be noticed.
Most of the affected people who are watching will have distorted expressions, goosebumps all over their bodies, and experience uncomfortable symptoms such as dryness, nausea, or shaking their heads.
Cheng Chubi and his biological father were completely immersed in their own world. They ignored the ferocious-looking onlookers and continued as if no one else was watching.
"With my poor language, I can hardly describe half of your achievements as my dear father. I have been thinking about this day and night, and I have never had a clue."
"It's a coincidence that Wang Xuance has made great contributions in Tianzhu, but what..."