Li Ji took a deep breath and slapped Cheng Chubi's shoulder several times.

"You're ruthless! The old man is really convinced, well, just today's play, it is very your father's style, hahaha......"

watched Li Ji speak, gritting his teeth, word by word, jumping between his teeth.

Cheng Chubi lowered his eyebrows and laughed with his eyes, with a posture of not fighting back and scolding, but his eyes were staring wildly.

But he accidentally saw Li Ji's placket, revealing a corner of tribute paper. Could it be that this old guy is hiding some ulterior secret in his arms?

Seeing Cheng Chubi's cowardly look, Li Ji slapped the kid with a smile.

Pulling his beard, Li Ji's eyes rolled. "Can you remember the specifications and dimensions of the sand table and wargames?"

Cheng Chubi was suddenly unhappy. "Uncle, don't you look down on people like this? This is designed by my little nephew himself, how can I not remember it. ”

Nonsense, those words just now were just used to fool Artist Yan, so as to deceive some calligraphy and painting artworks, but there is no need to deceive this more familiar elder.

Li Ji was happy, his hand caressed his heart, and his expression became more and more kind.

"Okay, it deserves to be the most talented third baby of the old Cheng family. Alright, you go over first.

The old man suddenly remembered that there was something going on in the Ministry of War, a major military matter, and it was important to be careful......

As for the wargames and sand tables, you and Master Yan are staring at it there. ”

Hearing Uncle Li's emotion, Cheng Chubi's heart sank, and he nodded heavily and replied. "Uncle don't worry, there will be no problem."

Li Ji nodded, and just took a few steps, he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, the old man just saw you running out, and he was in a hurry, and he tore that thing apart. Do you remember to say sorry to Master Yan for the old man?"

Cheng Chubi was a little confused, what was torn? Can't you go and tear Master Yan's clothes?

However, Li Ji, the uncle, walked fast, and after a few smacks, he could only see the back of a slender figure from a distance.

Cheng Chubi shook his head and walked towards the small courtyard next to the Yanjia Palace.

When I got to the courtyard, I saw Master Yan sitting in front of the desk with a blue face.

Seeing himself enter the courtyard, Yan Lide stood up and asked very unceremoniously.

"Cheng Taichang, where is Li Bing?"

When Cheng Chubi saw Yan Lide, he felt that this master Yan who had always been very arrogant and cold before seemed to be a little angry.

Cheng Chubi immediately thought of what Li Ji had said to him, so he had to explain.

"Because Li Bingbu had something important, he rushed back to Yamen."

"What? He, how could he be like this...... Simply ......"

Yan Lide was no longer a bruised tendon in the corner of his forehead, and he even felt that his cerebral blood vessels were about to explode.

"Oh yes, Li Bingbu said that he tore something up, he was really embarrassed, and he specially asked the subordinate to bring a message to Yan Dajiang, saying that he was very sorry."

Hearing this, Yan Lide simply laughed angrily. "Torn? Li Bingbu has good means, this official has never seen such a brazen ......"

After all, the other party is an important minister of the court, and Yan Lide is a self-proclaimed and high-minded cultural person after all, and he really can't bear to lose his honor in front of his juniors.

In the end, he sat back with his sleeves indignant, thought about it, and could only ask Cheng Chubi helplessly.

"The copy that the official copied for you is here?"

Cheng Chubi was a little stunned, and poked his head to see that there should have been a piece of tribute paper full of words had disappeared.

"I, I asked people to send it back to the house to treasure it, did Li Bingbu tear up that one?"

A picture suddenly flashed in his mind, the corner of the paper that was exposed from Uncle Li Ji's chest.

It's a real hammer, that old guy is really cheeky. Tut-tut...... is worthy of being a good brother of his father's chicken head and burning yellow paper.

“？？？” Yan Lide's face turned black directly. "Cheng Taichang, you, what do you want me to say about you?"

Cheng Chubi saw Yan Lide's appearance of being about to smoke, and secretly scolded Li Ji'er for being cheeky in his heart, and persuaded him.

"Master Yan is slow, don't worry, I remember it, it's all in my head, I'll recite it for you silently, you just record it."

Hearing this, Yan Lide breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the pen, and suddenly felt that something was wrong when he thought about it.

"Didn't you just say that it was just inspiration, and if you don't record it on paper, you can't remember it at all?"

"Aha...... Have it? Cheng Chubi looked at Yan Lide, whose face was as black as a pot, and his face was full of confusion without a red heart beating.

"Yes, yes, yes, but just now, Xia Guan saw that Master Yan's calligraphy was so pleasing to the eye, and he was so focused on it that he actually wrote it all down."

Yan Lide, a powerless Yan artist, almost broke the brush in his hand with one hand.

Muma, can you guys get face?!

Yan Lide really didn't want to look at Cheng Laosan's cheekiness, so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath frequently.

After a long time, I calmed down and put pen to paper. "Come on, in addition to the content, please Cheng Taichang, don't talk nonsense anymore."

Seeing this art master on the verge of exploding, Cheng Chubi could only secretly scold Li Ji Lao'er, which caused Lao Tzu to be exposed.

Squatting next to him honestly, sentence by sentence about the specifications and requirements of the sand table table.

and the required specifications of the equipment related to wargame deduction were memorized.

With anger, Yan Lide copied this thing on the tribute paper for the third time, because he was too excited.

He even wrote the wrong strokes of two words, and Yan Lide originally wanted to throw away this failed calligraphy artwork.

But when he saw Cheng Laosan squatting beside him, he couldn't help but snort, and simply swiped the two words into black blocks.

Then continue to write it, and go home and transcribe it again.

As for this scrap, even if the old man burns it, he can't give Cheng Laosan and Li Bingbu, the two despicable and shameless people, a chance.

Originally, after listening to his brother's bloody and tearful complaints and confessions, Yan Lide only felt that it was Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chigong, two notorious noble bullies, who would be so disgusting.

As a result, it seems that Yan Lide is deeply aware of his mistake, and Li Ji, the secretary of the military department who usually looks at Si Swenwen, is not a good thing.

If Yan Lide knew that there was something called a photo, he would definitely carve a black seal and put it on Li Ji's hypocritical smiling face.

If there is WeChat, he will also blacklist most of the rough men among the famous generals of the Tang Dynasty as soon as possible.

After copying, he put down the pen, but copied the tribute paper in his hand, with the momentum of a dog beating bones to death without spitting his mouth.

"Okay, that Cheng Taichang, you can also go, you can come back tomorrow, today, Yan really doesn't want to see you and Li Bingbu."

Cheng Chubi opened his mouth to defend himself, but when he saw Yan Lide's extremely resentful expression, he could only smile and resign from the courtyard in the end.

Standing outside the courtyard gate, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but shake his head, it's all Uncle Li Ji's fault, it's my honest business?

I think that Master Yan is also a measured and sensible person, it should be......

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