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Chapter 333 Changsun Shangshu, how about I write a poem for you?
Cheng Chubi looked at Uncle Li with a smile and a gentle expression, and then at the civil servants surrounding Uncle Li.
Hmm... there are nine out of ten people who have bad intentions, including the Prime Minister of the State Council, whom he wants to save his wife.
Seeing this old guy smiling happily and feeling refreshed, could it be that... he thinks he shouldn't save his mother-in-law?
Hmm...should I tell my second roommate? I'm afraid your father wants to marry his second roommate.
Just as Cheng Chubi was about to speak, his father next to him laughed.
"Why, you guys, you lost a lot last time, are you not willing to accept it?"
"Since the last Double Ninth Festival banquet was about poems and essays, we are here in the Weicheng camp today. Why don't we let His Majesty bring out another good treasure as a lottery."
"Let's paddle down the road and compete with each other to see who can win the championship."
"Okay! Your Majesty, I second the proposal," Yuchi Gong laughed and quickly raised his hands to make a loud noise.
"Ha! This is a good idea. Your Majesty, I think this is possible."
"Last time at the Double Ninth Festival banquet, we didn't bother with you literati.
We arrived at the camp today. Shouldn't we all follow the local customs and come and draw pictures..."
A bunch of gangsters committed all kinds of evil, and the rough men who took advantage of the fire and robbed them came over one after another.
Loudly agreeing with Cheng Yaojin's cheeky suggestion, all he needs to do is beat the drum to cheer him up.
All the civil servants who originally smiled reservedly, spoke humorously, and were handsome all turned dark.
You are so stupid that you just follow the Romans, and you actually want to compete with a gentle man who is only good at Wang Ba Quan. You guys have such a shameless manner to say such shameless things!
Uncle Li, the wise and mighty Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was instantly shattered. He wished he could shoot Cheng Yaojin, a troublemaker in the court, into the Yellow River with his toe.
Fortunately, the number one man in the military of the Tang Dynasty was the military god Li Jing who led the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty to victory again and again.
He stood up with a glaring look on his beard and glanced at these bastards who did all kinds of evil...
"Don't be ridiculous, gentlemen. The soldiers are already packing their bags and are about to go on an expedition."
"Ai Li, what you said makes sense. Cheng Qing, don't mess around." Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but glared at Cheng Yaojin.
Cheng Yaojin chuckled and slapped his own son Cheng Chubi on the shoulder, who was expressionless but actually had a stomach cramp.
"Third brother, today I am going to go on an expedition as a father. You, uh uh..."
"???" Cheng Chubi looked confused at his own father who winked at him frequently. What do you mean?
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At this time, Cheng Yaojin was not happy. "You kid, how can you do this? You can write a poem as a gift to your nephew Wei Tuo."
Why don't you also compose a song to send me off to my father, so that he can be happy?"
The emotions that had been suppressed just now became intense again in an instant.
Especially Yu Chigong's unhappy face, now smiling like a damn chrysanthemum about to fail.
"Haha, that makes sense. Old Cheng is indeed a real person. Cheng Sanlang, why don't you quickly compose a song for your father and make your father's name famous?"
"Well, that makes sense. Nephew Chu Bi, this is your father, and we are closer to him than Nephew Wei Tuo. Hurry up."
Li Ji, a sinister man with a sinister smile, was the most vicious in his words.
"This is your biological father. We are so close to each other. I have to write two songs to be worthy of your father's kindness in raising me."
Cheng Chubi's whole body was about to be shaken by the wind, no, he was already extremely crazy and messy.
I wish I could sing a song about boiling beans and burning bean sprouts right now. Why should a father force his son to be too hasty?
Even His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li, a middle-aged beer-bellied man with the same bloodline as a certain bad prince, encouraged him with his beard pulled out in glee at this time.
"Cheng Qing's words deeply touched my heart. Cheng Sanlang, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and write a poem for your father."
The brothers who chopped off the chicken heads and burned them with yellow paper were already laughing like wild dogs and staggering around.
Li Ke was holding the flagpole, grinning and pointing in this direction with a ferocious expression. Only the two brothers seemed to have their heads buried in shame.
It seemed that he wanted to borrow a spear from a soldier not far away to dig a hole and hide there until the end of the world.
His Royal Highness, Li Chengqian, looked at Cheng Chubi with bright eyes, clenched his fists at him, and seemed to be cheering his best friend on.
At this time, Changsun Wuji stroked his long beard and spoke to the cheerful Li Shimin with a smile.
"Your Majesty, I feel that it is too simple for Cheng Sanlang to write a farewell poem for his great talent. It is better to arrange a topic for him..."
"Arrange the questions?" Li Shimin turned to look at Changsun Wuji, his close confidant and uncle, with a look of astonishment on his face.
The crowd that was originally laughing and joking suddenly fell silent, and their ears froze.
"Yes, your Majesty just decided a few days ago that portraits of meritorious ministers can be placed in Lingyan Pavilion."
"In that case, why not let Cheng Sanlang compose a poem on this theme..."
Cheng Yaojin's face darkened, the corner of his mouth raised, and he was about to spray, but unexpectedly, Cheng Laosan jumped out first.
"Changsun Shangshu, how about I write a poem for you?"
"???" Changsun Wuji was stunned and turned to look at Cheng Chubi who was standing in front of him with an unhappy look on his face.
Cheng Yaojin looked at his third child and laughed. "You kid, all right...come on, please give your eldest grandson a pat on the back."
Maybe when he is happy, he will reward you with three melons and two dates to make you happy."
Among the civil servants, there was an endless stream of snorts. As for the famous generals of the Tang Dynasty, some of them were holding their stomachs and laughing.
Changsun Wuji's middle-aged and fat face turned dark instantly. He tried to force out a reserved smile, but his facial muscles were a little out of control.
You are such a flatterer, Cheng Yaojin, can’t you be more polite when you speak?
Li Shimin's expression became very strange, and he, Li Shimin, could naturally feel the taste of Changsun Wuji's words.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Laosan, this little baby, is really not afraid of tigers, and wants to fight anyone who catches him. Tsk, tsk, tsk...
"Oh? Hahaha... You are a very energetic kid. What do you think, Changsun Qing?"
As His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin smiled and said to Changsun Wuji.
"If this boy is good at writing poems, then you have to be lucky enough to use them."
Changsun Wuji glanced at his brother-in-law, and saw that underneath his pretended seriousness, he had a very unseemly and joyful mood.
Changsun Wuji laughed loudly. He was getting fat in his middle age and had a broad heart and a fat body. Changsun Wuji reached out and touched his arms.
The dignified Minister of the Tang Dynasty, the uncle of the State, was also a penniless man. When he saw this guy, he was stunned for a long time but couldn't find a single copper plate.
Cheng Chubi was not happy anymore. Your Majesty has a destiny, why are you so fussy about it?
"Changsun Shangshu, why don't you do what His Majesty did during the Double Ninth Festival banquet and take off your belt to reward your subordinates?"