Chapter 831 Tell Cheng Qing and the others, don't be too much today
Chapter 831 Let Cheng Qing and the others know, don’t go too far today (please subscribe and vote)
This is really a bit painful. But I think of that guy Cheng Yaojin patting his chest and groaning.
Come on, let it go, you can't separate yourself from the collective. Besides, what's the point of losing all the shame?
After thinking about this, Li Keshi, the bird thief general, finally relaxed a little.
Niu Weituo, Li Zhen, Li Siwen and Li Qi, the four young brothers, automatically hid behind them with dark faces.
Seeing my elders being pointed at by the civil servants and generals around them, with black lines on their faces, life would be worse than death.
"What's going on? I asked my dad, but he didn't want to say a word." Niu Weituo arched his elbow to Li Zhen and asked quietly.
"Haha... Apart from Uncle Cheng, who else has the ability to do such things to these people?"
"As for what it is specifically, I dare not say, little brother, after all, my father and the others will definitely shine at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet tonight, alas..."
"It's a pity that there are only so many second lines, and they are less than our brothers. Otherwise, I really want to join in the fun."
"..." Niu Weituo, who had just finished his shift, shook his head with a dark look on his face. Let's forget it. It's useless to talk more. The matter has come to this, and he can still talk nonsense.
Li Shimin, his father Li Yuan and Prince Li Chengqian were in the Manlu Palace together, and the three generations of ancestors and grandson were happily bragging and spanking, waiting for the arrival of auspicious times.
Only then will it be a good time for the three generations of their ancestors and grandchildren to appear.
But what they didn't expect was that a eunuch was running towards them with great anger.
He rolled and crawled to the front of the Manlu Palace. Zhao Kun quickly came down the steps to stop him. "What's going on?"
"General Zhao, in front of you, in front of the Tai Chi Hall... those generals all came to the banquet wearing Confucian shirts. Our family was worried that something would happen, so we came here to report to Your Majesty."
"The general wears a Confucian shirt?" A picture flashed in Zhao Kun's mind, outside the Weicheng camp.
The eye-catching image of General Cheng wearing a Confucian shirt and galloping on horseback flashed by instantly. Damn it!
"Wait a minute, are you General Cheng's family?"
"No, no, no, not only General Cheng, but also General Yuchi, Li Ji, Li Bingbu, General Qin, General Li Keshi and General Niu..."
"..."
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"..." You could hear needles dropping in the Ganlu Hall. Li Shimin sat on the couch blankly, rubbing his temples with a gloomy expression.
Li Yuan on the side rubbed his hard belly and looked at his Erlang with a strange expression.
Li Chengqian touched his nose and buried his head deeply. After hearing the eunuch's report, he already had a vague feeling that something would go wrong today.
Now that so many generals are disguised as gentlemen, are they planning to turn the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet into a feast of demonic moths dancing around with demons?
Li Shimin, the hero of the Tang Dynasty who had been holding his breath for a long time, finally sighed helplessly and stood up slowly.
"It really gives me a headache. These bastards can't give me any peace of mind."
"Leave it to them. Anyway, I want to see what tricks these vulgar warriors pretending to be gentlemen can do..."
Hearing this, Li Yuan couldn't help but said happily. "Erlang's words are reasonable. At last year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, those civil servants were very proud when they heard about it."
"This time, it must be those bastards who want to regain their position."
"Hmm... In my opinion, nine out of ten, I'm afraid it has something to do with that little bastard Cheng Sanlang."
Li Chengqian let out a puff, then quickly pursed his lips tightly and rolled his eyes. He was so impressed by Brother Chu Bi, the king of monsters and moths.
It doesn't seem like he would be happy if he didn't make some trouble.
When he thought about this, he was still a young man after all, and he really wanted to take a closer look at the lively Li Chengqian. He rolled his eyes, stood up and said.
"Father, how about the child go first?"
Li Shimin looked towards Li Chengqian, thought for a while and shook his head.
"That's not necessary. Zhao Kun, you go and inform Cheng Qing and the others first. Don't go too far today."
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The civil servants had sly expressions on their faces as they looked at several of the other types of gentlemen among the fat and muscular generals opposite.
Li Jing, the military god of the Tang Dynasty, was looking at his younger brother Li Keshi with a dull look on his face.
The younger brother who didn't like to study since he was a child and just wanted to hunt and eat birds all day long was actually wearing such a Confucian shirt today.
Li Jing couldn't help but rub his eyes again. After a long time, he rolled his eyes, ignored the flattering smile from Master Li, and turned his back.
I am not willing to deal with this younger brother who pretends to be a gentleman here and brings disgrace to the old Li family.
If it weren't for the fact that this was a Mid-Autumn Festival feast, Li Jing would have really wanted to beat up his decades-old brother.
There were endless whispers among each other, it was Changsun Wuji who rarely showed any color in any situation he faced.
At this moment, his face was filled with black lines, and he was shaking his head frequently.
Chu Suiliang, who was sitting behind him, couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "I'm afraid these guys are going to cause trouble again today."
"Haha, with Your Majesty under control, what kind of trouble can they make? I'm not worried, but some people, I'm afraid..."
After Changsun Wuji said this, he deliberately paused and moved his eyes to Kong Yingda, who was quietly communicating with several learned people not far away.
Chu Suiliang understood in an instant and almost burst into laughter, but considering that everyone was colleagues and the same kind, well, they were all gentlemen who had read poetry and books, so they should have the same sympathy as enemies.
At this moment, Liu Hongji, an old driver, and Cheng Chubi were squatting together, and the old and the young were whispering.
"What kind of trouble are your father and the others trying to cause? Come on, tell me quickly."
Squatting among the civil servants, there was only a relatively friendly elder like Liu Hongji beside me.
Cheng Chubi felt helpless towards this old driver who was asking questions, so he could only explain in a low voice.
"Uncle Liu, it's not that my nephew doesn't want to say it, it's just that he really can't say it. Anyway, you can watch the excitement with peace of mind in a while..."
Cheng Chubi was chatting with Liu Hongji when he saw Zhao Kun, His Majesty's confidant and the head of the bodyguard, sneaking across to find his biological father.
Then he saw his own father pulling the head of the guard, who also had a bearded face, back to the side.
Big slaps were slapped on the chest frequently, which seemed to be a guarantee. Hmm... My father must be trying to reassure Zhao Kun, His Majesty's spokesman. Today, our old Cheng family will only engage in literary fights, never physical fights.
Not long after the meeting, His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and His Highness the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, these three royal dignitaries arrived hand in hand.
All the civil servants in the Tai Chi Hall saluted and greeted the three, and Li Shimin was the last one to enter the Tai Chi Hall.
His eyes swept over the civil and military personnel in the hall, and then he opened his mouth and bowed, and all the civil and military personnel sat down one after another.
Next, Li Shimin gave a brief speech, reviewing Datang's achievements in various tasks over the past six months.
Today you all must eat well and drink well, and don't let this Mid-Autumn Festival live up to you.
(Another thing that needs to be explained here is that in the eighth year of Zhenguan, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, His Majesty and others were still in Jiucheng Palace, so the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was changed to the Double Ninth Festival in September. The author is very satisfied with this explanation.)
As His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty toasted to the occasion, countless ministers and ministers inside and outside the Tai Chi Hall, including on the square, all raised their glasses to congratulate him and drank the fine wine.
After three glasses of wine, Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard and was very curious as to why those gentlemen didn't take the initiative to attack today.