In the Lizheng Palace, the sound of silk and bamboo seemed to be frightened by this sharp cry.

The wine jug in Wu Mei's hand almost fell directly to the floor, just the Cheng Biting Jin who was full of hairy beard, big eyes with copper bells, and could only hear the sound of wahaha when he opened his mouth?

The not very warm wind that came from outside the temple gate gently pointed at the cheeks of the people.

Outside the door of the Lizheng Palace, a crow, quacking, flew by......

"Is it Cheng Qing, the Duke of Lu Guo?" Empress Eldest Sun, who had a black line on her face, resisted the urge to stretch out her white little finger and pluck her ears, and asked uncertainly.

"Exactly." The eunuch, panting, had a strange expression, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

The concubines and princesses in the palace also came back to their senses and chattered......

What kind of evil did this year's Chongyang Banquet hit, Wenchen just wrote poems, and Wuchen also jumped out to compose poems.

Wu Chen wrote poems, so he sent some reliable representatives, and the result was ......

The first and second places on the list of honorable bullies in the Tang Dynasty, and the top three rough men, have actually become the cultural responsibility of the military ministers.

"Your Majesty and the Emperor, aren't you angry?" A princess couldn't help but ask in a whisper.

The eunuch hurriedly saluted. “…… Your Majesty and the Emperor seem to be quite happy. ”

“…… I knew it. Empress Changsun couldn't help but raise her hand and caress her forehead, okay, man, you will always suddenly become naïve, just get used to it.

"I don't know what kind of poetry General Cheng is doing, you can recite it......" A concubine with a crisp voice asked curiously.

The eunuch nodded, but his expression was a little distorted for a long time before he spoke.

"On the eighth day of September in Chongyang, the city is full of chrysanthemums, the fragrance is wafting out, and the leader returns to my family......"

All of a sudden, the sound of snorting was endless.

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As soon as the concubines and princesses were concerned, they finally couldn't hold it back, and they were about to suffocate themselves after listening to General Wei Chi's poems just now.

Where can I bear it at this time, the concubines and princesses of the palace are some smiling while covering their lips, and some are stomping their feet and shaking their heads, and so on.

Even the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting were all messy in the wind.

Wu Mei stood beside Empress Changsun in a daze, carrying a wine jug, her pretty face was a little red, General Cheng, why are you so cheeky......

Empress Eldest Sun couldn't hold it back, and laughed several times before she could barely hold back.

"This General Cheng, alas, this palace doesn't know how to describe him."

A concubine deliberately commented seriously.

"What Niangniang said is that when it comes to the ability to compose poetry, General Cheng is really better than General Wei Chi......"

In an instant, the hall was full of flowers and branches, like hundreds of warblers and swallows singing together.

The concubines chattered excitedly, and the topic of their discussion was no longer to comment on the poetry of those scholars.

Instead, the topic focused on the poems of these two rough old men and discussed the various anecdotes of these two Tang Dynasty lords and bullies......

Although, Empress Changsun has always sat on the throne steadily and virtuously, not participating, not supporting, and not opposing.

But the ears that are very hearing have been receiving these gossips.

Just when everyone was excited, another eunuch hurried over, and the concubines and princesses in the palace were very curious.

Even the eldest grandson queen couldn't help but ask. "Which martial artist wrote the poem this time?"

"Niangniang Mingjian, just in Fangcai, the third son of Lu Guogong, Cheng Cheng of Taichang Temple wrote poems."

“？？？”

In the hall, there was a dead silence at first, and then there was a louder noise and noise than before.

"Could it be that Cheng Sanlang who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and drank the wolf's heart and dog's lung soup?"

"Yes, yes, it's him, but his madness has been cured, and he has cured the emperor and his mother......"

"Oh my God, what day is today, all the gods and ghosts jump out to compose poems......"

Wu Mei was also stunned for a moment, and then rolled her delicate eyes. That fool with bad eyes actually went to do poetry......

The eldest grandson queen had a blue tendon on her forehead, and her gentle and peaceful voice spit out a sentence that she couldn't hold back.

"It's rare, Cheng Guogong's father and son went into battle together, I'm afraid that in the future, it will become a good story for our Datang."

The expressions of the concubines and princesses were extremely strange, and it seemed that even the queen couldn't hold it back.

With the signal of Empress Changsun, the eunuch cleared his throat. "Stay until autumn comes September 8!"

"It seems that he is following the path of General Cheng...... "A talented princess commented in a timely manner.

The concubines next to them who heard this couldn't help but laugh.

"I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!" As soon as the second sentence came out, there was a chilling and killing intent, which instantly made the original Yingying Yanyan's Lizheng Hall audible.

Empress Changsun was also stunned, and Wu Mei, who was pondering the first sentence, suddenly opened her apricot eyes with flowing water.

"The Heavenly Incense Array penetrates Chang'an!" The third sentence is still heroic and magnificent, making people's hearts palpitate, and even beginning to tingle the scalp.

"The city is full of golden armor!" As soon as the fourth sentence came out, instead of receiving it, it was even more awe-inspiring and high-spirited, and there was a great heroism and atmosphere.

In front of everyone in the hall, it seems that a vast picture has unfolded.

In autumn, the world is golden, and when the golden chrysanthemum is in full bloom, it is the time when the flowers have fallen and withered.

In the majestic Chang'an City, the fragrance of chrysanthemums forms a formation, penetrating Chang'an. Those golden angry chrysanthemums.

Chang'an City is like a tiger covered with golden helmets and golden armor. Hold high the soldiers and guard the Tang Dynasty.

Wu Mei held the wine jug tightly, and in her eyes, there were ripples of color, and her heart almost popped out of her heart.

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She seemed to see that the tall and heroic Cheng Saburo was standing in the majestic Liangyi Palace.

Standing with his hands in his hands, facing the cold autumn wind, he smiled proudly and recited loudly.

I really can't wait to see the scene when Cheng Saburo wrote this poem.

Wu Mei is determined, only the majestic man Cheng Saburo who she admires.

to be able to create such masculine, majestic and heroic poetry.

Empress Eldest Sun shook her head in disbelief, and at this moment, she couldn't help but open her mouth to comment.

"Such a majestic and high-spirited poem cannot be written without a big mind and a big vision."

"I'm afraid that today's Fu Ju Kui is him, Cheng Sanlang."

"I didn't expect that the hairy and bearded face of Cheng Biting Jin's family actually produced such an alternative as Cheng Laosan."

"I really didn't expect that it would be him, he Cheng Saburo can actually compose poems, and he can make such good poems......"

"Don't forget, I heard that his cooking skills are also very good, and the medical skills are even more ......."

“…… Could it be that bear-hearted leopard gall and ......"

Empress Eldest Sun took a long time to soothe the agitated heart, but for Cheng Saburo to be able to create such verses.

still makes her feel unbelievable, this Cheng Saburo always inadvertently, making people look at him again and again.

Wu Mei, who was beside her, was recalling the two sentences that Cheng Saburo said casually when he had good intentions but was misunderstood by himself.

I would have liked to illuminate the moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch......

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