Chapter 73 Cheng Zhijie and Yuchi Baolin sing poems

In the inconspicuous corner, Dai Zhou, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and a small official with a head were drinking slowly. Recently, there was a disaster in various parts of Guanzhong. The busiest person was Dai Zhou, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Today, he had a rare opportunity to rest, so Dai Zhou relaxed his whole body and mind. He ate a bite of beef that is rare in the past and drank a bite of expensive Wei wine. He naturally relaxed a lot.

Seeing the little official hanging his head in depression, Dai Zhou smiled ashamed, "Yang Mingkong, don't blame me for not giving you the opportunity to recite poems and essays. This is already the top banquet in the Tang Dynasty, but it was just a group of killings that caused disaster, which ruined the atmosphere.

What a pity."

Yang Mingkong was thinking about making his master general Romon famous all over the world, but he also knew that this banquet was to celebrate the triumphant success of the Left Martial Guard General Niu Jinda. The protagonist himself was a warrior, so it was understandable to make it lively.

At the same time, Yang Mingkong also keenly saw that the military generals were not in line with each other, while the civil servants had many handsome young men. It can be seen that such a scene of arrogance and domineering military generals may not last long in the Tang Dynasty.

Just thinking that the task assigned to him by his mentor has not been completed yet, and Dai Zhou didn't help him create opportunities, so he felt bored.

The noble people I met before were almost the same as farts, but there was no news yet.

"I just want Shangshu Dai to keep his word. After the time of work, I will let the boy go."

Yang Mingkong looked tired. To be honest, he really didn't want to work with Dai Zhou, a workaholic.

What a happy day to accompany your mentor to study, serve your master, and pay tribute to your ancestors?

He really didn't want to see a bunch of empty numbers every day when he looked up.

“Why do you have to leave?

Is it because my Minwu Temple can’t stand you?"

Dai Zhou looked puzzled.

Dai Zhou admired the talent recommended by His Majesty very much, and even used him as a weapon. Dai Zhou thought that he didn't have to let him participate in the imperial examination, so he directly elected him as an official.

"Thank you, Shangshu Dai, is really a teacher who is young and has no one to serve you around you."

Yang Mingkong looked serious.

Speaking of his young mentor, Yang Mingkong was wondering again, when will his mentor grow up?

I really want to be exposed by my mentor, and then be severely scolded by my mentor, so that I won’t be worried every day.

"Young?"

Dai Zhou felt that he might have drunk high and had hearing problems.

But he is not a person who is forced to do anything. He just nodded and said, "One day in the future, if you want to be in court, you will definitely come to our Ministry of Civil Affairs."

Yang Mingkong smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Shangshu Dai will not be willing to accommodate the boy at that time."

The time of speaking reached its climax.

Cheng Yaojin invited Qin Qiong to compete with him, but Qin Qiong refused because his old injuries had not healed. In desperation, he had to fulfill Yuchi Gong's wishes.

Cheng Yaojin held a pair of Xuanhua axes in his hand, and Yuchi Gong held a spear in his hand. The two of them fought back and forth. All the civil officials quietly pulled the table backwards to prevent being injured by the aftermath of the two guys. The generals stroked their beards with one hand and slapped the table with the other laughed.

Several ignorant generals were eager to try and wanted to join the melee.

The real big shots are disgusted, especially Li Jing and Li Ji. They lowered their heads and were too lazy to even look at them. In what era, they still have a personal courage and have no future in their lives. Haven’t you seen your brave Qin Qiong start to keep a low profile?

"Dad, Uncle Cheng's axe technique has improved again."

Qin Huaiyu looked at Cheng Chuliang who was shaking the flag for Cheng Yaojin, and the Cheng Chumo brothers were very envious. He felt that his father's martial arts were the best in the world, but he always pretended to be sick, which made him unable to raise his head even if he had always stood up.

Qin Qiong looked at the two people who were fighting happily in the Central Committee and said with a smile: "One pretends to be a fool, the other plays a fool, there is nothing good to watch. If you don't have the acting skills of your father, you can also take care of your old age in the mansion.

It’s just Huaiyu, you have to understand that there will be wars in the next few decades of the Tang Dynasty, but what is lacking is not a powerful general who charges, but a commander who can stand alone.

Why can your Uncle Niu lead the army to fight this time?

Can he fight?

A few thieves could almost take his life, but His Majesty still chose him as a general. Have you ever thought about why?"

"The boy doesn't know."

Qin Huaiyu's eyes were filled with doubts, and she shook her head and said in confusion.

"Why."

Qin Qiong sighed, and when he remembered that Luo Yunsheng was rewarded by the emperor today, he felt very uncomfortable: "Learn to learn more about your cousin."

He is younger than you, but he has already become a disciple of Li Jing and has taught Li Jing what he has learned throughout his life. Now he is considered a junior brother of Hou Junji. In the future, whether he is in the army or in literature, his future will be extremely promising.

And what else do you young people do, besides fighting and fighting, flying eagle and lackey?

Especially the Yuchi Baolin, I heard that I am with literati every day now, but what I learn is not governing the country, but what I learn is writing poetry! Isn’t this a waste of great years?

Young people either practice martial arts or govern the country. Can they eat enough to write poetry?

Can writing poetry destroy the enemy?”

While the father and son were talking, they saw that Yuchi Gong had already been defeated.

Cheng Yaojin stood in the center, threw the axe to the ground, and said proudly: "Who else!"

After saying that, he took out the small hammer hanging on his shoulders, and the madman danced for a while, causing the generals to cheer.

Yuchi Gong looked ugly and frowned, "Damn, why is this old guy like crazy? He has not deteriorated at all in Chang'an over the years, but he feels more capable than before."

Several generals around Yuchi Gong said, "General, you are a horse spear, charge is an advantage, while Cheng Yaojin is a big axe, and melee advantage.

So even if you have a slight advantage, you don’t need to worry about it.”

"Today he is the Prime Minister of the banquet. Give him some slightest face and find the venue again in the future."

Yuchi Gong said angrily.

At this moment, a young man jumped into the crowd and shouted: "Uncle Cheng, my nephew is not talented, and I am willing to fight you with my father."

"puff……"

Everyone present, from civil officials to military generals, sprayed out the things in their mouths, especially Li Shimin, who looked at his brother-in-law with a depressed look. Changsun Wuji's mouth seemed to be accompanied by old phlegm, and sprayed his neck.

Changsun Wuji smiled embarrassedly, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it with Li Shimin, and finally murmured in a low voice: "Today's banquet, Your Majesty once said that they are all brothers in robes, no distinction between superiority and inferiority."

Cheng Yaojin stood in the center, with a look of disdain and said in a domineering manner: "Nephew Baolin, your uncle Cheng has written a poem in this book. If you can compare it, you will win."

Yuchi Baolin said confidently: "Please ask Uncle Cheng for advice."

Cheng Yaojin immediately recited: "Look at this thing, it's black, with a thin bottom and a thick top. If you turn your body upside down, the thin top and a thick top."

Everyone immediately laughed and urinated, and some even shouted, "Old Cheng, brothers all know about your big things. Don't always tell me that he is going to take care of the bad kids?"

Cheng Yaojin said with a stern voice: "What do you know is the use?

This matter has to be passed on.

I'll look for Xu Jingzong, but he won't remember it for me."

Several censors said angrily: "Cheng Thief! If you dare to insult your gentleness again, we will fight with you!"

"You are not allowed to write poetry in the future?"

"It's unbearable!"

Dai Zhou looked at the scene that was out of control for a while, patted Yang Mingkong on the shoulder and said, "Yang Mingkong, don't say I won't give you a chance to become famous.

After a while, the stupid guy Yuchi Baolin wrote poetry first. If you write poetry, no matter how strong you are, it will be enough to make you famous."

After saying that, Dai Zhou stood up and said aloud: "Everyone, be quiet.

Since Baolin's virtuous nephew is willing to write poems to prove that my literary style in the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, this is a good thing. Why do you have to argue without giving your younger generations a chance?"

Not to mention Dai Zhou is the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, even these generals have to ask him to receive money and salary. This old man is very useful when he opens his mouth.

Li Jing also looked at Yuchi Baolin with appreciation and smiled: "No, not bad, our military generals have produced many talents. If you make a delicious song today, I will give you a benefit!"

Li Shimin was also very excited and said: "I just rewarded the man in Jingyang County, and now another Yuchi Baolin has appeared. Could it be that the literary style of my Tang Dynasty has really flourished?"

There is one thing that Li Shimin has never had much confidence, that is, although the Sui Dynasty was destroyed, many old ministers or aristocratic families always remembered the good of the former Sui Dynasty. Their basis is that the current Zhenguan Dynasty had the national strength and national strength that was not as strong as the former Sui Dynasty, and there were not as many talents as the former Sui Dynasty.

This made Li Shimin very embarrassed.

If we say that a son of a military general can recite poems and write them correctly, isn’t this a proof that the literary style of the Tang Dynasty is growing rapidly and that the national strength is prosperous?

Thinking of this, Li Shimin was even a little proud. God must have loved him. He first gave him a Luo Yunsheng, and then gave him a Yuchi Baolin. Could it be that I am the destiny of heaven?

In this way, there seems to be nothing worthy of depression in the Xuanwu Gate.

Seeing so many big shots paying attention, Yuchi Baolin said he was not nervous, which was fake, but in order to increase his momentum for his father, the little guy had to cheer himself up. He coughed twice and said modestly: "Uncles and uncles, it is really a honor for me to give this opportunity to me."

My nephew has prepared a lot of time to write poetry today, but after all, he is a general and has a career in archery and horses. If he does not do well, don’t bother me, uncles and uncles.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuchi Gong slapped his palm as big as a palm fan on his face, "I'm so cowardly, so I'm so slow and write a poem quickly."

Yuchi Baolin raised his head and started his luck.

Yang Mingkong began to recite the booklets he taught to him in his mind, preparing to choose the most outstanding song to make his mentor famous.

I, Yang Mingkong, don’t have any fame.

At that time, it is said that it was done by my mentor, and it has nothing to do with me.

I heard Yuchi Baolin chant with the authentic Guanzhong and chant loudly: "The north wind blows the white grass in the ground, and snow falls in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of pear blossoms bloomed…”
To be continued...