Chapter 335 'At his father's order, Cheng Saburo sent his father Cheng Yaojin to the west
Chapter 335 "According to his father's order, Cheng Sanlang sent his father Cheng Yaojin west to Chang'an" (please subscribe, vote and reward)
"Don't say you can't tie me down, I'm afraid someone else won't be able to do it either." Yu Chigong on the side was a down-to-earth person, hehehe.
He pointed at Changsun Wuji’s round beer belly, then pointed and patted his own belly.
This place is full of jianzi meat, just like Sun Wuji’s belly, which is like being pregnant with Liujia. Haha...
One looks down on his figure with his eyes, and the other is more direct, gesticulating with his fingers, you guys have had enough!
Changsun Wuji's face immediately turned black. If he hadn't been defeated, I would have made both of you bloody.
"Cheng Yaojin, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. If you think it's inappropriate, give it back to me."
"Hahaha... Look, look, how can I get angry after saying just one word to you?" Cheng Yaojin laughed.
"If it falls into the hands of my old Cheng family, how can I return it to you?"
As soon as these words came out, a group of generals who had finally regained their breath almost smiled crookedly. This is really the truth.
After a while of playing, he slapped the belt into Cheng Chubi's arms, and the old father with kind eyes said towards Cheng Chubi.
"Come on, come on, give dad one too."
Cheng Chubi felt that what he regretted most was that he wrote such a masterpiece of poetry at the Double Ninth Festival banquet to avenge his father.
Cheng Chubi glanced around. In spring, the drizzle was misty and the greenery was abundant. This was Weicheng again. Come on, just to fulfill his father's little wish.
As a son, I also tried my best, and immediately looked around. "Dad, do you have any wine?"
"...You kid, you are really like those scholars. You have to drink to write poetry, right?" Cheng Yaojin was a little unhappy.
The civil servants next to him were not happy either, and they all glared at Cheng Yaojin with dark faces.
Cheng Chubi was in a bad mood, but he could only stick to his personal opinions.
"Dad, you have to have inspiration to write poetry, right? I don't have inspiration now. Maybe I can get it with a few fingers."
I can't say that one of the lines in that poem has something to do with wine, and others can't think that your talented son is cheating.
Cheng Yaojin turned his head, changed his eyes, and waved to Yuchi Gong.
"Old Yuchi, do you still have that aphthous sore cure thing? My son wants to compose a poem to help with the fun."
This shout attracted people's attention again.
Li Shimin shook his head in confusion. "For the first time in my life, I saw my own father forcing his son to compose poems for him."
As soon as this statement came out, all the civil servants around him burst out laughing in unison, and the laughter was all exaggerated.
They must be seeking revenge, but unfortunately, their actions could not hurt Cheng Yaojin even a hair.
Yuchi glared at Cheng Yaojin angrily, and reluctantly took off a small gourd from his waist.
"Don't finish the drink. A certain family went out today and only took a small amount with them."
Cheng Yaojin shook the small gourd that was only half a pot, and said angrily.
"Look at you like that. Come to my house tomorrow and let the third child treat you. It's all over..."
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As soon as the cork was pulled out, a strong aroma of wine instantly came out. Cheng Chubi took a small wooden bowl handed over by someone who didn't know who it was.
After taking half of the bowl, under the watchful eyes of all the important civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty who had calmed down, Cheng Chubi first took a deep breath of the alcohol and appeared to be intoxicated.
It was as if at this moment, his soul and body had been sublimated, and then he saw Cheng Sanlang smiling confidently and calmly.
"The morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light, and the military buildings are green and willows are new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and go west to Chang'an without any old friends."
An important minister with gray hair and beard, admiring this rare misty and rainy scene, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
"It's a good idea to persuade you to drink another glass of wine. You will leave Chang'an in the west without any friends... What a pity, this boy is actually a child of the old Cheng family..."
"That's it...the song "Send Brother Niu Wei Tuo West to Chang'an" is gradually becoming popular all over the world. This new farewell song is really not bad."
Changsun Wuji, who had no belt around his waist, couldn't help but laugh.
"I don't know the name of this poem, maybe it's "According to my father's order, Cheng Sanlang sent my father Cheng Yaojin west to Chang'an"."
There was an endless stream of chuckles from all the civil servants, and some even raised their thumbs towards Changsun Wuji with great sincerity.
"The eldest grandson, Sikong, is really smart and quick. He, Cheng Yaojin, is so good at it. He has the shamelessness to let his own son make him famous. Maybe it will become a good story..."
"Pfft... you are so bad... hahaha, it makes sense..."
"Yes, yes, by the way, these words must be written down by the historian.
Let future generations see how our famous general of the Tang Dynasty became famous."
One or two gentlemen, all of whom looked so sinister and eccentric at the moment, were talking sarcastically.
Li Shimin suppressed his smile, but his mouth could not help but grin from time to time.
He is worthy of being a well-read and knowledgeable scholar, and he knows all the yin and yang dialects.
It's a pity that if you fall into the eyes of those rough men, it would be more hurtful and more satisfying to suck him up.
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After Cheng Chubi recited the words, he respectfully presented the wine bowl to his biological father who was standing in front of him. Cheng Yaojin was quite satisfied and happily took the wooden bowl and drained it in one gulp.
After winking for a long time, he finally laughed out loud. "Happy, okay. Lao San, your poem has won the heart of a father."
"It's good that Dad likes it. This way, my son can be considered relieved that he has lived up to your expectations." Cheng Chubi also breathed a sigh of relief.
Next to him, Li Ji, who had been growing his beard just now and was quite jealous, also came over and patted Cheng Chubi on the shoulder.
He spoke with the air of an elder.
"Cheng Laosan, this farewell poem is good, but there are many shortcomings in it."
"???" Cheng Chubi looked at this person with a dark look on his face. What do you mean, are you also capable of both civil and military skills?
"For example, there is a problem with these two sentences: I urge you to drink more wine and leave Chang'an in the west without any old friends."
"Is your father a gentleman? Definitely not... You should be like... Lao Cheng, what do you mean, I'm teaching your son..."
Cheng Yaojin pointed at the fleeing Li Ji angrily, spitting like stars flying across the ground.
"Get away, damn you, I am not a gentleman, you are, your whole family is a gentleman."
"That's right. Cheng Laosan, you should be more direct when you come here and persuade me to have another glass of wine. You have no relatives when you leave Chang'an in the west."
"Yes, yes, I think that's the truth too. Lao Cheng, tell your son to change it quickly..."
As a junior, Cheng Chubi stood dumbfounded among a group of Tang generals who were killing people.
I always feel that something is wrong. It is that history has not recorded the true side of these famous officials and generals of the early Tang Dynasty.
Or is it because the diaries of those who knew the truth were not handed down and were destroyed by the wars that changed dynasties.
Being caught in this group of historical figures who revealed their true colors, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but sigh.
I really want to welcome the spring breeze with my hair disheveled, raise my glass to the sun and shout: This world is not worth it...
"Get out! You are a bunch of bastards."
Cheng Yaojin angrily pulled Cheng Chubi, who had a black look on his face, to stay away from this bunch of people who were not good generals of the Tang Dynasty.
Fortunately, the chaotic scene did not last long. After seeing enough of the show, Li Shimin was so happy that he almost burst his belly.
Finally, he regained his bearing as the ruler of the Tang Empire and announced that he would return to the palace.
Cheng Chubi and a group of other young juniors finally fled out of the Weicheng camp in a state of embarrassment.
Watching his father farewell standing on the pier, Cheng Chubi and his two brothers were together.
He bowed respectfully to the tall and burly father who could protect the old Cheng family from wind and rain for a lifetime.
"Dad, come home safely." Cheng Chubi couldn't help shouting.
Cheng Yaojin was delighted, waved his hand, turned his horse's head, and went straight back to camp...