Those gang of people were so drunk that they were very unhappy with Wenchen writing literary and poetic works there.

was actually provoked on the spot, and a few big men directly ripped off their court clothes, revealing the black hair on their chests, and they had a posture of rolling up their sleeves and real PK.

Uncle Li hurriedly stood up with a black line on his face and stopped the immoral behavior of these rough old men.

"All of you, you are all important ministers of the country, and today's banquet of the Double Ninth Festival is to let you have fun together."

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor come forward to suppress the opposite side, Prime Minister Fang Xuanling, who was the head of the hundred officials, walked out and bowed his hands with a smile.

"Your Majesty is polite, please don't get angry......"

"Although the literati have the upper hand in this poem, it doesn't mean that martial artists are not allowed to open their mouths to fight, right?"

"If you have a masterpiece that you think is good, you can also recite it in front of the palace and ask the two Majesties to evaluate it, this is all right?"

"What do you mean, old house? Look down on us or whatever. "Here, the lieutenant among the noble bullies is not happy, this is really unhappy.

Fang Xuanling smiled and waved his hand. "General Wei Chi's words are wrong, how dare Fang not see that you are just a proposal.

If you are not happy, then the bento Fang has not said ......"

"Isn't it just poetry? Who wouldn't, Brother Yu Chi will come to one. A noble bully who was most willing to heckle crowded into the crowd of military ministers and coaxed.

Wei Chigong exploded directly, wanting to rush into the crowd and sneak out of an old hooligan surnamed Cheng.

As a result, he was stopped by a group of old brothers with hippie smiling faces. "Brother Yuchi, you are afraid of a bird, scare them."

"Yes, we support you, Brother Wei Chi, our brothers are not afraid of killing people and setting fires, what is there to be afraid of writing a poem."

Listening to those scalp-numbing instigations, a black line on the face of Wenchen.

Today, the royal historians who were responsible for maintaining the order of the Chongyang Banquet gritted their teeth and secretly wrote down the name of the same guy who was the most fierce in a small notebook.

Wei Chigong was directly squeezed by seven or eight old brothers and couldn't get off the stage, and turned around angrily and pointed at these hippie smiling bastards.

"You bastards...... Wait, if a certain family does it, you will do it too. ”

Li Shimin and Li Yuan were also very happy, and secretly laughed and scolded, these bastards are really good at picking people.

Li Shimin quietly wiped away the tears that came out of laughter, stood up, walked to Wei Chigong with a glass cup, and said loudly.

"Okay, good, it's rare that Yu Chiqing's family also has such an interest, then I should also listen to it, whether it is good or not, I have to pay tribute to Wei Chi Aiqing."

At this moment, Wei Chigong's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he respectfully saluted Li Shimin, took the glass cup and drained the glass of wine in one gulp.

The unhappy black face also revealed the joy of beauty, so he rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a long time to find inspiration.

On the eighth day of September in the eighth year of Zhenguan, the famous general Wei Chigong of the Tang Dynasty stammered out.

"The autumn is close to Chongyang, and the Chinese martial arts gathering. Your Majesty gave me wine, and I made Chongyang poems. ”

Before the last word was spoken, Cheng Yanjin had already put his hands together in front of his mouth, let go of his throat and applauded loudly.

In an instant, all the generals let go of their loud voices and howled wolves, shouting loudly.

On the other side, Wen Chen's lung capacity, who originally wanted to cheer, was the opponent of these rough old men, so he directly blackened his face and closed his mouth stupidly.

"These bastards ......" an old minister shook his head, crying and laughing.

Both civil and military, His Majesty Li Shimin, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, is quite talented. Try to control your expression.

He is His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and he must not laugh in front of his courtiers.

With a sluggish and numb face, he bowed slightly towards Wei Chigong and walked back with the empty glass cup.

The moment he turned his head, his stiff face twitched wildly. Li Yuan has buried his head deeply, can this special mother be called a poem?

Although Wei Chigong is only coarse and literate, he is self-aware, as the so-called good brother is a quilt, and he is blessed and enjoys hardship.

"Hurry up, a certain family has done it, it's your turn, but don't believe that a certain family came to invite you personally."

Seeing Wei Chi's black face, he was about to pull up his shirt and sleeves and jump like thunder when he didn't agree with him.

Soon, all the military ministers focused their eyes on a certain-stirring stick who laughed the most.

"Brother Wei Chi, don't be in a hurry, let's push Lao Cheng as a representative!" Li Ji, the sinister person who likes to insert his brother's two ribs and knives the most, directly ordered water.

"Yes, Lao Cheng, hurry up, you laughed the loudest just now, hurry up."

“？？？” Cheng Biting Jin directly blackened his face. God is special on my old Cheng, this special mother is not my old Cheng's strength.

"That's it, Lao Cheng, hurry up, anyway, you have a thick skin, what are you afraid of." Second Brother Qin also knew how to insert his brother's ribs and knives at this time.

Originally, the Cheng family, who was laughing at the gate of the hall, was stunned for a moment.

watched in a daze as his father was arched into the hall by a large number of military ministers.

Fang Cai's face was black, and Yu Chi Baolin, who was very ashamed of his father's talent, was directly happy.

"Hey, hey, hey, you brothers are stunned, why don't you hurry up and cheer for your father."

"That's it, Brother Chu Mo, Brother Chu Liang, don't you two like to beat drums the most, this time hurry up and give your father a drum sound, with energy."

On the side, the Wenchen, including Yushi, almost laughed all of them.

Hearing this, the Cheng family's faces were full of black lines, and their eyes showed a fierce light. His Royal Highness King Wu hugged his stomach and laughed as he walked, almost slumping on the threshold.

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Cheng Biting Jin, who was pushed to the front desk by a group of bastard brothers, saw Wei Chigong standing next to him with a smile of schadenfreude.

Directly unhappy, his neck was stalked, stroking the thick beard like steel needles, tall and straight, without stage fright.

"What's there, isn't it just a poem, my old Cheng Wentao is very good at everything, just do it."

When I turned my head, I happened to see my three sons standing at the door of the hall in a daze, staring at him.

Lao Cheng was directly happy. "Haha...... The eldest and the second and third are stunned, and the old man wants to compose poems.

You three bastards, why don't you come over and cheer for your father......"

“！！！” The Cheng family was directly stunned. Really* beating drums and cheering?

At this moment, inside and outside the hall, all laughed upside down, and Li Yuan even laughed so hard that his belly was hard, and he almost went directly to the bottom of the imperial case.

Li Shimin was also angry and happy, stomping his feet and rubbing his belly and scolding with a smile. "This bastard, it's really ......" Well, indescribable.

Cheng Chubi was carried into the Liangyi Hall by the two happy brothers with a bewildered face, and the whole person was not good.

it! Such a shameful thing, why are you looking for me, the most beautiful cub of the old Cheng family?

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