Chapter 272 I still want to steal Lao Tzu's reputation, go away (
Chapter 272: You still want to steal my reputation, go away (please subscribe and reward me)
When Cheng Chubi said this, he pushed the stupid Niu Weituo away, turned around and left.
The group of people all stared dumbly at Cheng Laosan's back, watching him get on his horse, turn the horse's head, then drive straight down the hill towards Chang'an.
"This...this...Brother Chu Bi! We are good brothers who have cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper. Why don't you give me a gift!!!"
Li Ke immediately fell to his knees, hit the ground with his fist, and screamed loudly with great grief and anger.
Fang Jun looked at this brother and shook his head regretfully, thinking that I, Fang, was also a man with big shoulders and a round waist, and could lift a cauldron.
Why has no one written me such a masterpiece that will last forever?
Li Zhen's eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and stared fiercely at the stupid Niu Weituo.
Then he took a look at His Highness King Wu, who was lying in front of him like a puddle of mud, muttering contentedly.
"Damn it... I want to go to the northwest. For this poem, even if it is a waste of time, it is worth it."
The eldest brother, Cheng Chumo, looked at the grumpy third child leaving, his eyes filled with resentment, like a female ghost who had been wandering on the Taiye Pond for thousands of years.
"Third brother, my special mother is your brother. Your biological brother, why don't you give me a gift?"
"I am also his brother, my biological brother..." The second brother Cheng Chu glared at the back of his third son with bright green eyes.
I wish I could capture this old cultural heir of the Cheng family and have him change the title of the poem to "Brother Cheng Chuliang leaves Chang'an westward to send off his relatives" in front of everyone.
Over there, the scholars who just kept shaking their heads and chattering were all staring blankly at the back of Cheng Sanlang as he rode away.
The friend who was being sent off felt his eyes turn red when he heard Cheng Chubi's roaring words clearly.
Why, he is not my friend, why, just because my last name is not awesome?
One of them boldly walked towards this side.
When he was still more than ten steps away from this gang of dandy boys, who looked ferocious and seemed a little lost, he stopped and bowed.
"I dare to ask you dear friends, who is the talented man who composed the poem just now?"
The eldest brother Cheng Chu was silently enjoying himself and worked hard to advertise for his own brother.
"He is, of course, Cheng Chubi, the general of the poetry and calligraphy family and the third son of Duke Lu's family."
The scholar had a look of surprise on his face, and seemed to take it for granted, and couldn't help but sigh.
"It turns out it's him. It's really him... He is indeed a versatile man in both civil and military circles who wrote that long poem about chrysanthemums..."
Then after saying goodbye, he lifted up his front and quickly ran back to his companions, gesticulating and spitting.
I saw those cultural people beating their chests and sighing with emotion.
There are even people there who are shaking their heads and repeating this freshly made song that will be immortalized forever.
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Niu Weituo stood there blankly. Don't worry, there are no friends in the future. No one in the world doesn't know you...
The mood is very complicated. My special mother has begun to become famous, and she has become famous in such an incredible way.
Then I saw my good brothers who just now had sighs and sighs on their faces and were reluctant to leave.
At this moment, each and every one of them had murderous expressions on their faces, as if they wanted to kill someone and set them on fire.
Niu Weituo twisted his neck uncomfortably. "Brothers, I..."
"If you don't want to go, just go back to Chang'an and let me go instead." Yuchi Baolin's eyes widened in displeasure.
Day! This is a noun. But is this your attitude towards the good brothers who chop off chicken heads and burn yellow paper? Scum, really scum!
"That's enough for you, Lao Niu, I'm not as good as you, these bastard brothers."
Niu Weituo immediately became furious and angrily made an obscene gesture towards his bastard brothers with red eyebrows and green eyes.
Then he got on his horse and looked westward.
Nima, if you stay here a little longer, maybe these bastards will do something outrageous to both humans and gods.
You actually want to steal my reputation, so go away. Even if Lao Niu has both legs broken, he still has to crawl to the northwest.
Niu Jiujin muttered in confusion, "I'm afraid our young master is really going to become famous."
"Nonsense, you guys are not ready to chop people with knives before those good brothers of the young master want to eat people, so hurry up and leave."
Niu Bajin rolled his eyes, patted the horse and left.
The north wind is blowing, snowflakes are flying, and a bunch of dandies are wailing.
At this moment, from inside the Niu Mansion, Niu Baifu, who had already taken off his robe and put on a short-sleeved outfit, jumped onto the horse's back.
Urging the dozen brothers around him, the master sent people back to the house to give instructions, and Niu Baifu naturally did not dare to neglect.
He personally led the sixteen most elite Niufu family generals and prepared to rush to join the young master.
They will follow the young master on the battlefield to protect the only bloodline of the Lao Niu family.
When they hurried out of the west gate, they saw a group of dandy boys with dull expressions and blurred eyes lazily riding towards Chang'an City.
Niu Baifu quickly stopped him and asked, only to find out that the young master had just left not long ago, so he quickly galvanized his horse to catch up.
Before leaving, I couldn't help but subconsciously look back and take a look, feeling extremely moved in my heart.
Unexpectedly, they had such a strong friendship for their young master. When the young master left Chang'an westward, they became as depressed as sick chickens.
This news must be told to the young master, so that the young master understands that there are still many good brothers in Chang'an City who care about him.
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Others were not in a high mood, or even very depressed. However, the eldest brother Cheng and Cheng Laoer only recovered after being depressed for a short time.
Also recovering at the same time was Yuchi Baolin, and the three iron fools began to smile playfully.
Yuchi Baolin touched her belly and couldn't help but complain a little. "It's all your fault, the third child. You should do a good job in Shi Laozi's poems."
"Everyone was so devastated that they couldn't even take a few bites of the dinner and didn't drink enough wine."
Li Ke's face immediately darkened. What a break-up dinner. Our brothers are not a criminal gang. This is a farewell party, okay?
Too lazy to pay attention to this Tiehanhan, Li Ke looked at Cheng Chumo and said, "My little brother invited me for that meal just now. Now, haha..."
As the hospitable Cheng family, of course they would not be so stingy as not to even invite a meal.
The two brothers led this group of despondent brothers towards Cheng's Restaurant in Dongshi.
But who would have expected that when they arrived at the intersection near Cheng's Restaurant, Li Ke quickly grabbed Cheng Chumo.
"Brother, wait a minute, it seems that several of the elders' personal soldiers are squatting at the door."
Several good brothers poked their heads and looked around. Really, General Cheng must have invited a group of old brothers to come here to eat and drink.
So that General Niu, who was deeply saddened by the separation of his father and son, could drink to drown his sorrows.
"Oh, forget it, I won't go. If I get caught by dad and the others, I will definitely not be able to survive." Brothers Li Zhen and Li Siwen sighed in particular.
None of the others are willing to squat with their biological father.
"It's okay everyone, since all the elders are here, why don't we follow the plan."
Li Ke, the bad prince of the Tang Dynasty and the role model for the playboys, rolled his eyes and had a sinister smile on his face.