Chapter 827 As the saying goes, strike first to gain the upper hand. Dad, I have a clever plan... (please subscribe and vote)
"In that case, our old Cheng family can finally avenge our shame and make a big splash at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, hahahaha..."
His father's heroic and wild laughter made Cheng Chubi look confused and he looked at his father blankly. What did this mean?
Cheng Chumo saw his third brother's dull look, shook his head angrily, and sat down next to Cheng Chubi.
He immediately took a breath of cold air and jumped up quickly. He rubbed his butt with a grin and muttered something. Cheng Chubi almost burst into laughter.
Cheng Chumo could only maintain his upright sitting position angrily, and whispered to Cheng Chubi.
"Brother Xian, you were not in Chang'an during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, so you don't know that our old Cheng family, the heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, suffered a big loss last year."
"Really?" Cheng Chubi glanced at his eldest brother and then at his biological father, Cheng Yaojin.
My biological father, who had been smiling so cheerfully and boldly just now, now looked so gloomy and a bit sad.
Cheng Chubi always felt that his father's expression and tone at the moment were mostly due to his acting, but he was indeed not in Chang'an last year.
I didn’t know much about last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in Chang’an, so I could only listen attentively to my elder brother Cheng Chumo’s talk about last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
In short, maybe the year before last, after being criticized by Cheng Chubi, a group of intellectuals who claimed to be talented were quite unhappy.
Therefore, at the end of last year, it can be said that all the fine works were produced, and the literati who had read poetry and books all performed beyond their standards.
However, in Cheng Chubi's view, those guys must have created a lot of works early on, and then selected the best ones to show off at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
In short, last year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet turned into a performance show for those cultural people, but it made a lot of military officials very unhappy.
In the end, at last year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the most memorable thing among the military ministers was Yuchi Gong's performance at the end of the ceremony.
He asked ten soldiers to attack him in turn, and he captured ten swords in a row, which made the whole hall applaud. This was also the biggest limelight that a military official had in the past year.
By the time Cheng Chumo finished speaking, Cheng Chubi had not had time to imagine the majestic scene of Uncle Yuchi winning ten titles in a row.
Cheng Yaojin, who had been posing beside him for a long time, motioned for Cheng Chubi to come closer and then spoke.
"This year, Third Brother, since you have returned to Chang'an, those guys will most likely target you."
"So, we, the old Cheng family, naturally have to make plans in advance. As the saying goes, strike first to gain the upper hand. Dad, I have a clever plan..."
When Cheng Chubi saw the sly smile on his father Cheng Yaojin's face, he always felt that his father's strategy was, well... let's forget it.
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Yansuo Pondliu, five words, does not mean that it cannot be correct, but if you want to get it right neatly and make it fit the scene, it is really a big brain-consuming project.
Three days is not a long time, especially if you want to figure out this unique combination within three days, it is simply a delusion.
No matter what, on the first and second days, the students in Taixue were still very energetic and high-spirited.
But as time goes by, those Taixue students who are not very smart and only have passion have been defeated.
I gave up my plan to solve this couplet, get a bonus, and slap the old Cheng family in the face.
However, there are still many Taixue students who claim to be talented and still persevere.
Although some Taixue students wanted to take advantage of the situation and went to the residence of Kong Yingda, Kong Siye, hoping to ask this knowledgeable boss to take action against Cheng Chubi.
But he couldn't even get in through the door of Confucius' mansion, according to what the servant guarding the door told the imperial students.
He said that my master had caught a cold the day before and was feeling unwell. He didn't even go to court in the morning, so he had no time to talk to Cheng Sanlang.
In the end, a group of Taixue students who had been lingering at the gate of Confucius Mansion for more than an hour could only leave in disappointment.
The housekeeper watched this group of difficult young people drift away, and then he wiped the oily sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
He ordered the two servants, "Be sure to keep an eye on me and don't let those bold students break into the house. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, housekeeper, I will definitely keep a close eye on you and we will never let you into the house."
The housekeeper nodded with satisfaction, and then walked quickly towards the interior of the house, walking through the corridors and walking around the rooms. After a short effort, he finally arrived and stood in front of the study.
"master……"
"Um...come in." A weak call came from inside.
The housekeeper walked into the room and saw his master Kong Yingdada lying on the couch with a book in his hand and a white towel covering his forehead.
"Master, I persuaded those students from the Imperial Academy. They found out that the master was ill. Although they were a little unwilling to do so, they still left."
"Sigh... It's not that I don't want to help them, it's just that I never thought that I would catch a cold the night before yesterday."
"I still feel dizzy now. How can I have the energy to read the couplets..."
The housekeeper looked at his master who was leaning on the couch, raised his hand to touch the white towel on his forehead, and let out a long sigh, and felt like laughing in his heart.
It would be fine if you were blind. The night before yesterday, you clearly stayed up all night trying to decipher the first couplet given by Cheng Sanlang.
It turns out that they are not compatible at all, so why not just pretend to be sick?
"My lord is right. Your health is important. If nothing happens, I will leave first. My lord, you have a good rest."
Kong Yingda was very satisfied with the steward's attitude, and nodded slightly with pleasure. "Wait a minute, remember, no matter who comes to visit me, please stop me."
"Don't worry, sir, I understand." The butler nodded, then turned around and left.
After seeing the housekeeper leave, Kong Yingda, who looked like he was dying just now, let out a sigh of relief and sat up.
I just arrived at the desk and sat down. After thinking about it, I felt uneasy and went to the door of the room, bolted it from the inside, and then went back and sat down.
Looking at the desk, I saw the result of staying up all night the night before. Yesterday, I asked for leave under the pretext of being sick and spent another whole day in the study.
But sadly, I found that either the artistic conception matched, but the five elements did not, or the five elements matched, but the artistic conception was completely untidy.
Such a couplet is simply trying to make people mentally ill.
Once again, she felt dizzy and still couldn't come up with a suitable penis. Kong Yingda couldn't help but murmured sadly.
"Sigh...I think I am also a well-educated man who has been studying for decades. Why do I feel that compared with the despicable and shameless Cheng Laosan, I feel like I have read all the books in vain..."