Chapter 334 No, it should be a man. Why not bring a horse and collect the thirty states of Tubo (please subscribe and vote)
In an instant, the originally noisy crowd fell into dead silence, and then collapsed instantly...
Changsun Wuji's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot that had been brewing for three years, and his green eyes stared at Cheng Chubi.
Li Shimin could no longer maintain the majesty of His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, so he couldn't help but kicked Cheng Chubixu and said angrily.
"Can you kid speak?!"
Cheng Yaojin was also very angry with his biological son. "Young man, please don't mess around. What's the waistband? It's a belt. Is it clearly used for corseting?"
"I know I'm wrong..." Cheng Chubi felt his face was a little hot, so damn... Chengchengcheng, it's just a belt, isn't it just the word "pants"?
I didn’t even ask you to peel off your crotch, but it’s already worthy of someone who is short, obviously fat in middle age, and has a small pockmark on his face.
Changsun Wuji pointed at Cheng Chubi with a dumbfounded look. He was penniless and simply took off the jade belt from his waist.
"If you don't do well, it doesn't matter. I gave you this jade belt and bento..."
Look at what he said, it seems like he is a really kind elder comforting the younger generation.
If Cheng Chubi didn't know Changsun Jiaqing, and if he didn't learn about this man's attitude towards him from Li Chengqian, he would really think that he was a good person.
Cheng Chubi smiled and shook his head at Changsun Wuji, his expression innocent.
"No reward will be given for no merit. If you don't do well, even if you give it, your subordinates won't dare to accept it."
"Okay, you are ambitious. You are indeed a good son of my old Cheng. Come on, hurry up and play a random song for your eldest grandson..."
Just when Cheng Chubi wanted to show off his arrogant and arrogant attitude of being brave in the wind and fearless in the face of danger, his father's words instantly ruined his success.
After glancing at his biological father, Cheng Chubi looked back at Changsun Wuji, who was holding a jade belt in his hand, stroking his long beard, and his expression was very gentle.
Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and pointed like a sword, directly at Changsun Wuji's beer belly, which was three points taller than Uncle Li's.
"Why don't you wear a hook?" Fatty, you don't even have a belt. With your beer belly, let alone a hook, you can't even hang a horse dung or a beetle.
Then he raised his finger and pointed in the northwest direction. "Collect the fifteen states of Qinghai."
"..." As soon as these two sentences came out, the smile on Changsun Wuji's face stopped for an instant.
Not only Changsun Wuji, but also all the civil servants who had nothing but jade pendants and fish belts hanging around their waists all had dark faces.
Either His Majesty was here to control the situation, or Cheng Yaojin and his gang of rough men were squatting in front.
Maybe the ministers of the Tang Dynasty will definitely be able to show off their arrogance at this moment.
We must let this little kid surnamed Cheng, who aspires to be the pillar of the country, know that scholars also have the ability to splash blood in five steps.
Especially Kong Yingda, who was in the circle of civil servants and had been secretly hostile to this boy Cheng Chubi.
He was so angry that he almost reached for his pocket cloth and strangled the bastard to death on the spot.
On the contrary, all the generals shouted excitedly. Li Jingyi's eyes lit up, this boy really has two skills.
Well, why don't the man take Wu Gou and collect the fifteen states of Qinghai... Yes, yes, this guy has ridiculed those gentlemen.
But it is equivalent to standing in the perspective of a military commander to fight against those civil servants, and feeling proud of being a descendant of the Wu family.
Hmm... This little kid, as expected, grew up in the old Cheng family. At a young age, he learned most of his father's ability to fight gentlemen.
The important thing is that she is so educated and has a much brighter future than his father.
But soon, Li Jing remembered the saying that came out from the palace a few days ago: It's not that the old man has become bad, but that the bad guy has become older...
When he thought about this, he couldn't help but shook his head with laughter and tears. "This boy is truly worthy of Old Man Cheng."
Li Shimin's expression became very strange. As the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he should be neutral and fair, but why did he hear these two sentences?
Seeing the gnashing black faces of my brother-in-law and other civil servants, I almost burst into laughter.
Then, Cheng Chubi chuckled, withdrew the finger that meant burying someone, and bowed respectfully to Changsun Wuji, who had a stiff face.
"Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a moment, as if you are a scholar and a prince of ten thousand households."
"Okay!" Li Shimin, who was concentrating and trying to manage his emotions, quickly interrupted and gave him a high-five.
Well, this guy still has a bit of a wink, even though the first two sentences made him criticize his wife, brother and a bunch of civil servants.
But the last two sentences, although they are questions, can still be regarded as a compliment to Changsun Wuji.
After all, as a brother-in-law who was born in a general family and abandoned martial arts to become a scholar, he can naturally be regarded as a scholar who has ascended to Lingyan Pavilion.
This sentence can at least be regarded as a compliment, well, it should be considered...
Almost all the civil servants' faces were darkened, and they forced themselves to smile and hummed a few times in support.
On the other hand, it was the rough old men who danced more energetically than the other, and kept dancing with joy.
"Hahaha... Come on, man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect him from the fifteen states of Qinghai?"
"That's right, nephew, you are not talking about the eldest grandson Shangshu. You are clearly talking about people of my generation's martial arts."
"Well, this little baby is so flattering, hahahaha..."
With a slap in the face, Cheng Chubi felt the weight of a huge burden and saw Uncle Yuchi's unhappy face appearing in front of him.
"Okay, you kid is indeed better than the two naive ones in my family. Why don't you bring Wu Gou and take over the fifteen states of Qinghai..."
"It makes a certain family want to go to Tuyuhun."
"Hey, man, why don't you bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in the Western Region? Wouldn't it look more grand?"
"No, no, no, it should be a man. Why don't you take the horse with you and collect the thirty states of Tubo..."
Cheng Chubi looked at the General of the Tang Dynasty who was smiling extremely exaggeratedly with a darkened face. I was really trying to taunt someone. Can I taunt someone?
After all, this special girl's poem is an excellent satirical poem about the Yin people of Changsun. It's not for you to play with. What if it breaks down?
This is a very pure and elegant work of poetry and art, not the kind of unorthodox painting book that Li Ke often admires and observes and practices.
"Okay, brother Changsun, what are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and give me..."
At this moment, Cheng Yaojin took a step forward and took the belt from Changsun Wuji's hand. Bah...
He snatched the jade belt from his clothes, and faced Changsun Wuji's angry gaze, Cheng Yaojin laughed.
"Why, His Majesty has already said it, but you still feel bad?"
Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, helplessly glared at this shameless man, reached out and patted his wife's brother on the shoulder to comfort him.
"Give it to him. Don't you still want to argue with a little baby?"
Changsun Wuji shook his head helplessly. He really didn't expect that he would be attacked by Cheng Sanlang. Fortunately, his attack range was wider.
It’s not like he suffered the loss alone, everyone suffered the loss together, which at least made Changsun Wuji feel better.
"...Oh, that's all, take it, I don't need either of these."
"Hey, why is this thing so long? Even I, Old Cheng, can't tie it down."
Cheng Yaojin held the jade belt around his waist and made gestures for a long time. He turned his head and looked at Changsun Wuji's round beer belly. He was instantly happy.