"Cheng Chumo can make poetry?"

"Hahahaha......"

The old Yanguan laughed, looking at Cheng Chumo as if he was looking at an idiot, and after laughing for a long time, he reached out and patted his chest and said aloud.

"I'll put my words here today."

"If Cheng Chumo really has this literary talent and makes a complete poem, even if it is barely neat, I will admit defeat!"

The old speaker confidently skimmed Cheng Cheng and bit gold.

"If I lose."

"I'll take off this official uniform myself, and personally go to your Cheng Mansion to plead guilty to your son!"

……

"Hiss......"

Cheng Yanjin looked at the old Yanguan who had made a heavy oath with a confident face, and suddenly gasped.

"Old man, isn't it okay to play so big?"

"Hey......

The old speaker smiled coldly.

"Could it be that Grandpa Cheng is not psychologically sure and doesn't dare to bet against an old man like me?"

"It's okay if you don't dare."

"Just admit defeat in front of everyone!"

"Hehe......"

Cheng Yanjin also smiled coldly.

"I ask you because I'm afraid that you won't be able to accept the result when you play so big, and then you will be angry to death in this golden palace, and Your Majesty will ask me about my guilt."

"Humph!"

When the old speaker heard this, he immediately frowned.

"You don't have to!"

"In front of His Majesty, I, Wu Yuzhong, will make my words clear!"

"No matter what the outcome of our bet this time is, it has nothing to do with your Grandpa Cheng,"

"Good!"

The sneer on Cheng Yanjin's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a subtle smile, watching the latter raise his right hand and swear to the sky.

"Since you are so open, old man, then I, Cheng Zhijie, also have to show sincerity."

"If I lose, I will also resign, how about going to your door to ask for the guilt?"

"Humph!"

"Exactly!"

The old Yanguan snorted coldly.

"Now that the gambling contract has been made, after the next dynasty, Grandpa Cheng should hurry up and find your eldest man to compose poems, and now we will continue what we just said......"

"Wait!"

When the old Yanguan wanted to bring up the old things again, he laughed again and splashed dirty water on Cheng Chumo's body.

Cheng Yanjin stopped the latter.

said lightly to the latter.

"I don't think this matter should have to wait until after the next dynasty, and we can see it now!"

"Huh?"

The old official was stunned.

"What...... What do you mean? ”

"Cheng Chumo is outside the hall at this time?"

"Not really."

Cheng Yanjin smiled ruddy and smug, reached into his arms and took out a folded piece of paper, and then slowly unfolded it in front of everyone.

Lips slightly open......

"Uh......"

Cheng Yanjin scratched his head and smiled, and smashed Li Jing beside him.

"Pharmacist!"

"Quick, you know the words, you read this poem to everyone!"

Li Jing frowned, and happened to be interested in this complete poem, so he immediately took the piece of paper in Cheng Yanjin's hand.

After one glance......

Suddenly shocked.

Immediately, the hands holding the pieces of paper began to tremble slightly, and the various expressions in their eyes changed wildly, and after a long time, they ......

A few tears flowed from his blood-red eyes.

"This poem ......"

"Great!"

Li Shimin, who was sitting on the Golden Palace, was shocked when he heard this, and then stood up directly in a hurry.

He looked left and right towards Li Jing for a long time.

Then he waved his sleeves impatiently.

"Pharmacist!"

"What are you still doing in a daze, and you don't want to read it to me?"

"Hey!"

Li Jing nodded vigorously, then exhaled and spoke, and the majestic and calm voice that belonged to the military generals resounded in the empty hall.

"The sick bones are fragmented, the gauze hat is wide, and the lonely minister is thousands of miles away from Chang'an.

The humble did not dare to forget the country, and the matter must still be closed.

Heaven and earth gods and spirits support the temple society, Jinghua father and old Wang and Luan.

The teacher has a table through the present and the ancient, and the lights are more carefully seen in the middle of the night. ”

……

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was stunned on the spot, whether it was a civil servant or a military general, they all asked and cried in front of this poem, and looked into the distance with stunned eyes.

They saw the scene of a hundred battles with Li Shimin's southern expedition.

They heard the overthrow of the Tyrannical Sui!

And the most impressive ......

It is still the ninth year of Wude, the Weishui Alliance on the banks of the Weishui River that hurts into the bone marrow and is a great shame!

"Ah......h

Li Shimin stretched out his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Speak softly.

"Heaven and earth gods and spirits support the temple society, Jinghua father and old man Wang and Luan!"

"I!"

"I remembered the shore of Weishui in September again!"

"Shame!"

"Shame!"

As he spoke, Li Shimin looked at the old Yanguan with resentful eyes as if he had lost his soul, and stretched out his finger to point at the latter's waist.

"Cheng Chu Mo is a good child, you are so worthless by what you say!"

"I'll explain to you now why this kid resisted, it's because he said that he is still young, and he said that his family already has a father in a high position, and he is afraid of disturbing the interests of others!"

"So sensible at a young age."

Li Shimin said hatefully.

"You're still reversing black and white here?"

"Someone!"

Bang!

"Yes!"

Jin Wuwei, who was on standby in front of the hall, pushed the door in when he heard the sound, and seven or eight armored guards knelt towards Li Shimin in the hall.

"Drag this old thing out and enter Dali Temple to ask for guilt!"

"Yes!"

Jin Wuwei stepped forward quickly, directly set up the old Yanguan who was already stunned and stupid, and quickly retreated from the gate of the Liangyi Palace.

With the departure of the old speaker.

The entire Liangyi Hall returned to silence.

This time, however, the atmosphere was a little heavier.

"I'm in a bad mood today......"

"Retreat!"

Li Shimin waved his hand, got up and left the hall.

"Cheng Zhijie stays, I have something to tell you!"

"Yes!"

……

After a stick of incense, in a large hall of Taiji Palace, Li Shimin wore a regular dress and stood in the center of the main hall with his back to the entrance of the hall.

"Treading ......"

Footsteps were heard.

Cheng Yanjin saluted Li Shimin in the main hall.

Then he walked in quickly.

"Come!"

Li Shimin turned his head.

waved his hand and motioned to the eunuch next to him to put a stack of folds of different sizes in front of Cheng Yanjin.

Then he patted the folds gently.

"Let's open it and take a look."

Cheng Yanjin was stunned.

"Your Majesty......"

"What are you?"

Li Shimin waved his hand lightly towards Cheng Yanjin, and then said.

"Every letter in this is an impeachment of you and your son, saying that I will offend you!"

"Tell me what to do when you're done."

“……”

Cheng Yanjin fell silent.

One by one, they flipped through the folds in front of them and looked at them with wide eyes.

It didn't matter what the content was, and he couldn't understand it.

But he still knows the names of the ministers of the DPRK and China!

"Humph!"

Cheng Biting Jin, who put down the twist, snorted.

"Mother's ......"

"These villains are going to do these shit things like they are splashing dirty water behind their backs!"

"Hmm."

Li Shimin sighed softly.

Then he said to the latter.

"...... like this"

"I'll leave this matter to you to solve, if you can't make up your mind, ask your eldest man, and you will do what he says!"