Chapter 273 Such a good baby, I won't praise myself, anyway
Chapter 273: Such a good boy, I don’t know how to praise him, but I can convince him (please subscribe and vote)
"What do you mean?" Fang Jun and others looked at His Highness King Wu, who was called the most heroic figure by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, with confused expressions.
"Brother Chu Mo, send a brother over to tell the elders the good news that your youngest brother wrote a poem for Brother Niu.
Let those old, ahem... old people eat and drink more happily."
"We just happened to take this time to do the opposite and go to Cheng Mansion to eat and drink. We don't have to worry about being stuck in Cheng Mansion?"
Yuchi Baolin's eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement.
"Haha, brother Weide's brain is really useful, not bad.
Boss Cheng, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and ask someone to inform you, we will go to your house to eat and drink."
"It's been a long time since I tasted your old Cheng family's secret Sanle pulp, and I still wonder..."
"That's right, today we are all heartbroken by Cheng Laosan. Today, brothers, let go and try to support the poor Cheng family."
"Hahaha, hurry up, Fang is greedy just thinking about that pepper rabbit head..."
"Yes, there are also fried lamb livers and dried lamb intestines..."
A group of dandy boys turned from worry to joy, turned their horses' heads one after another, and galloped towards the pond where the dragon had escaped and the tiger's den.
Here, in the largest private room in the Chengjia Restaurant, a group of famous generals from the Tang Dynasty are gathering together to eat and drink.
Occasionally we chatted in low voices, but the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.
Even with Cheng Yaojin, a master of speculation, he was a little helpless when faced with Niu Jinda whose son was traveling far away.
Just when everyone was drinking some heart-warming wine, they were feeling extremely unhappy.
A general from the Cheng Mansion rushed over excitedly and opened the door to the private room.
"Master, our third son has written poetry again."
"???" All the famous Tang generals who were not in a good mood were a little confused and a little unhappy.
The elders were all feeling extremely depressed, but these juniors actually went to work and wrote poems.
Cheng Yaojin spit out the bones in his mouth, looked at the general, raised his neck and asked, "What did that kid do again?"
"Young master wrote a poem for Mr. Niu. He also said that in less than a month, even if Mr. Niu returns from his trip to the northwest in vain, he will definitely become famous all over the world."
At this moment, all the depressed generals turned their attention.
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"Did Cheng Sanlang compose a poem for Wei Tuo?" Niu Jinda, who had been drinking heavily just now, took a drink and wiped his mouth and asked.
"That's right, the name of the poem is "Sending Brother Niu Wei Tuo West to Chang'an"."
"Read it and listen." Li Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, stroking his long beard.
The general agreed, cleared his throat, and tried hard to recall the way the young master was so angry and chanting loudly.
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling. Don't worry about the road ahead because you don't know who you are. No one in the world knows you."
There was a bang... The wine glass in Master Li's hand fell to the floor, and he looked straight at the servant.
"Written by Cheng Sanlang to Niu Weituo?!"
After all, Keshi Li has a good cultural background. Among these rough old men, he and Li Ji are among the top-notch educated people.
Why can't I hear the moral of this poem? If this mother-in-law hadn't been a masterpiece that would last forever, Master Li would have dared to chop off his own old bird and feed it to the birds.
Li Ji looked distressedly at the few long whiskers that he had accidentally pulled out due to shock, and he inhaled like a toothache.
"It's actually written to nephew Wei Tuo. Old Niu, I'm afraid that your nephew Wei Tuo will be famous in Chang'an within a month..."
Even a rough man like Yu Chigong, who is proficient in writing and ink, can still feel the extraordinaryness of the last two lines of this poem.
A big slap fell directly on Niu Jinda's shoulder, sighing with emotion.
"Don't worry, you have no friends in the future. No one in the world doesn't know you. You're so damn exciting, Lao Niu. I'm afraid your son will become famous."
Cheng Yaojin slammed his wine glass on the table angrily, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Damn it, if I had known that I, Lao Cheng, would also go to the northwest, I would have had the third son make a name for me as my biological father."
These words instantly made all the rough old men almost go crazy with joy. Even Niu Jinda, who was full of divorce, couldn't laugh or cry.
"Get the hell out of here, your third son gave this to my Wei Tuo."
Qin Qiong laughed for a long time, pointed at the famous general and asked.
"What are you still doing? What's going on? Why did Cheng Sanlang think about writing poetry? There must be a reason, right?"
The general did not dare to be negligent, so he stated what he had heard and seen with spitfire.
Niu Weituo's depression after his father left, his weakness and unbearable appearance angered Cheng Sanlang who healed his leg.
And after composing the poem, he directly told Niu Weituo that you will definitely become famous. If you don't have the guts, go home quickly.
Hearing the elders look at each other in confusion, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but feel happy while stroking his thick beard like a steel needle.
"You are worthy of being my Lao Cheng's son. You just have fun doing things. Otherwise, how can you write such magnificent poems? This is like me, Lao Cheng..."
"Bah! You old man, can you please give me some face?" Master Li said angrily.
Cheng Yaojin laughed. "What's the matter? That's my son. I gave birth to him. What happened?"
Everyone had nothing to say to this shameless man who ranked number one on the honorable bully list, shaking their heads and sighing.
After chewing these four short sentences over and over again, Niu Jinda let out a long sigh. "For my Wei Tuo, nephew Chu Bi is really..."
"Okay, damn, stop pretending to be sour for me. I'm afraid in a few days, your Wei Tuo will be more famous than you, the father."
"Go away, no matter how famous you are, I am still his father." Niu Jinda was not happy to talk to such a shameless Lao Cheng.
"By the way, where have the brothers gone?"
The general sent by Cheng Chumo laughed happily. "The third young master left early after reading the poem. The remaining young masters just wanted to come over for a drink."
"But after seeing the horses of several generals, they rushed back to our Cheng family to drink and eat meat."
"Oh, these little bastards actually know how to hide from their father?" Cheng Yaojin suddenly became unhappy.
He rolled his eyes and said to these brothers, "Brothers, the quality of the wine here is still a bit low. How about we go back together?"
Yuchi Gong put the grape wine on the table, raised his thick eyebrows and said happily.
"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say this for a long time... How about it, old cow, your son is going to be famous, so he shouldn't have a few more drinks to celebrate."
Niu Jinda also cheered up and stood up. "Just go, I'm going to visit my nephew Bi Xian.
Today, if nothing else, I will have a good drink with this good boy."
My son's legs are able to walk, run and jump like normal people, and he can even return to the battlefield, thanks to Cheng Sanlang.
And it was Cheng Sanlang who actually became famous for his masterpieces of art.
Although Niu Jinda was a dull gourd, he also understood that Cheng Sanlang really regarded his son as a brother.
Such a good boy, I won't praise him, but I will try to convince him.