"To be reasonable, you are a piece of garbage in front of my first genius in Chang'an City." Cheng Huailiang looked disgusted, "I'm very busy, I don't have time to talk to you here." Let's do it quickly. Cai Wenhao, seven steps into poetry, do you dare to compete with someone? ”

Lao Cheng's face was difficult to look at for a moment, and he had the urge to hit the pillar. My own stupid son is crazy.

Seven steps to poetry? Do you think you are Cao Zhi? Isn't this sending yourself to a dead end? The face of the old Cheng family...... It's all thrown away by you, an unfilial son.

The faces of the generals also became solemn. The Tang Dynasty is not in harmony with the civil and military, and this competition is likely to be regarded as a duel between the civil servants and the generals, in case Cheng Huailiang loses, the generals will be even more unable to raise their heads.

It was the group of imperial historians who were all gearing up to cheer for Cai Wenhao.

"Wenhao, kill him!"

"Wenhao, let the Cheng family lose face!"

"Wenhao, show your skills and let those puppets see!"

"Attack, Cai family writer!"

The eldest grandson Wuji's face twitched, he never dreamed that he was here to help play a round, and the Cheng family's bastard head was sharpened and drilled into the set.

Don't you know who you are? After the generals, you can fight and kill, and the paper is ...... Can you not lose face with your dad? Can you not lose royal face? In the future, you will be the royal concubine?

Hahahaha!

Cai Wenhao laughed rampantly, "Cheng Huailiang, I have been taught by my uncle since I was a child, and I can become a poem in seven steps at the age of twelve. Cheng Huailiang, since you are so confident, how about we add some color to this blockade? ”

"It doesn't matter. The little master said, you draw a way, and the little master will take it. Cheng Huailiang didn't care.

"If you lose, kneel in front of the Manchu Imperial Historian and apologize. How about a few more dog barks by the way? ”

As soon as Cai Wenhao's words were finished, the imperial historians immediately pointed at Cheng Huailiang and danced with cheers.

"What if you lose?" Cheng Huailiang raised his eyebrows, very disdainful.

"How could I, Cai Wenhao, lose?"

"Nothing is impossible in this world. Cai Wenhao, let me ask you, are you representing the imperial historian of the Manchu Dynasty? ”

After Cheng Huailiang finished speaking, the imperial historians bombed the camp.

"Chang'an's three evils, I'm sorry. The writer represents our imperial historian, how about it? ”

"The bastard of the Cheng family, it's too late to admit defeat now."

"Learn a few dog barks, get under our crotch and admit your mistakes, and we'll let you go!"

Cheng Huailiang pointed at the imperial historians, "I will ask you again, does the fight between Cai Wenhao and the young master mean that you are the imperial historians?" ”

"Of course." The Imperial Historians are full of confidence.

"Well, if I lose learning to bark, I'll go under your crotch and admit my mistake. But if you lose, you have to wash the feet of every military general and uncle present seven times. Do you dare to fight me? ”

"What's not to dare?"

"Cheng Huailiang, you admit defeat now, get under our crotch, we may save your dog from barking......"

"Cheng Huailiang." Cai Wenhao's eyes were full of contempt, "You have also seen that I represent the Imperial Historian." ”

After saying the word, Wei Hui's face became ugly. The real big guy is Guanglu Doctor Wei Hui, not your little Cai Wenhao, have you forgotten the lesson of Ouyang Tong's career?

Wei Hui was about to get angry, but he was pulled by the old man. This old Taoist Wei Hui couldn't afford to provoke him, so he could only keep his mouth shut, sulking there alone.

"Your Majesty, the minister feels that there is no basis for empty words, and it is good to sign and draw a pledge." Cheng Huailiang's face was expressionless, "Your Majesty, a bet is a bet, and they bully the ministers first." Is there anything wrong with asking for a win-loss agreement? ”

"Everyone, Aiqing......" Lao Li looked helplessly at the Imperial Historian, this group of bastards is really a little blind. actually directly crossed their lead brother and acted on his own. Lao Li's face was ugly.

"Your Majesty, the gambling agreement has been signed by the ministers."

Li Shimin asked Fang Yiai to draft an agreement, and according to the content of the blockade, more than 30 imperial historians present signed and detained.

When Cai Wenhao's handprint was pressed on the agreement, Cheng Huailiang's eyes swept over Doctor Wei Hui, "Lord Wei, as the head of the Imperial Historians, you did not refute Cai Wenhao's representation of all the Imperial Historians, and the kid tacitly agreed to this matter." Please sign this as well. ”

Who is ruthless? His mother's Cheng Huailiang is ruthless. You're not an old aunt? You don't care about teaching your subordinates, the master will discipline you for you, so as not to trouble the master in the future.

The corners of Wei Hui's mouth twitched, are you fucking human? Is there anyone as openly provocative as you?

The Manchu Dynasty civil and military, except for the imperial historians, who doesn't know your Cheng family's style? Is there any certainty of winning and signing such a VAM agreement?

Getting under someone else's crotch? How many dog barks are you learning? Are you Cheng Huailiang not sure that you would do such a thing? Come on, if you really lose, your bastard dad will have to kill you with an axe.

That is, the officials of the imperial history were carried away by your Cheng Huailiang's vicious words one after another, but no normal person would fight with you.

Wei Hui glanced at Cai Wenhao angrily, and was about to sign and draw under Cheng Huailiang's pressure.

"Huailiang." Lao Guo stood up, snatched the agreement in Huailiang's hand, handed it to the chamberlain, and then reprimanded, "Don't be unreasonable to Lord Wei." ”

"I ......" Cheng Huailiang felt very aggrieved and wanted to refute, but found that Lao Guo squeezed his eyes at him.

"Don't look at your superiors." After Lao Guo finished speaking, he patted Cheng Huailiang on the shoulder, pretending to be very comforted, "If you can't win, admit defeat, there's no need to drag your Uncle Wei into the water." ”

Lao Cheng looked at Wei Hui with half-squinted eyes, then at Cheng Huailiang, turned around and covered his face, and turned his back directly to Cheng Huailiang, as if telling everyone that the old man and he didn't know each other.

Faintly, someone seemed to hear, "Lao Tzu has expelled him from the house, and everything he does has nothing to do with the old man." ”

When the imperial historians heard this, they jumped even more happily. Now not only accuses Cheng Huailiang, but also arranges old hooligans.

The old rascal turned his back to everyone, covered his face, and looked like he couldn't live.

Yu Chigong was closest to Cheng Yanjin, and muttered in a low voice, "Old horseman, just pretend, which of these old killers doesn't know you?" Don't be shy, turn around and take your hand away, in case God opens his eyes and a thunder falls on your head on a dry day, he may be enlightened. ”

"Stop covering your face." Wei Chigong raised his voice, "If your son loses, it has nothing to do with you, and he will be expelled from the house." ”

While speaking, Wei Chigong also pulled Cheng Zhijie's clothes at the same time, and outsiders couldn't see any doorway, but this group of generals could understand that this was the usual sign language in the army.

After pulling it down a few times, the old rascal suddenly roared angrily, "Black fat man, I have already seen that you are unhappy, what do you mean by insulting my son so much?" ”