The banquet of Chengfu is full of strong military characteristics.

The wine is a big bowl of Sanle pulp, the meat is a large piece of venison, a whole chicken, and the careful ministers also found that there was a large piece of beef in it, so they were dumbfounded, trembling and pointing at Cheng Biting Jin, Cheng Biting Jin, the old man was not to be outdone, his eyes glared: "The cow on my own village stepped on the air and fell to death, what's the matter?" ”

Other meat is good to say, Zhenguan years, cattle is the most valuable production resources, the imperial court wants to promote cattle politics in the end of nothing, so it has to be illegal to slaughter cattle privately, there are private cattle slaughterers, not only to fine, cattle slaughterers also have to go to prison, unless the cattle are old or injured and disabled, and they are allowed to be slaughtered after reporting to the government.

As for the cattle on Cheng Lao Pifu Village, for some reason the mortality rate is particularly high, and one fell to death today, and Ming was lame again, and Cheng's mansion almost had beef to eat. There have already been countless imperial ginseng process to bite gold, but this old man is not afraid at all, a bite is sure to fall to death, as for why so many fall to death every year, well, I Zhuangzi Feng Shui problem, ask Your Majesty to give a few hundred acres of land to try, maybe there will be no dead cows.

In the face of such a piece of hob meat, Li Shimin and the imperial historians had no choice but to hate and scold a few words of "old horseman", and the rest could only turn a blind eye.

The style of the banquet where the military generals gathered was completely different from the style of the literati banquet, the literati drank too much and called it "wild and uninhibited", and the military generals could only call it drunk.

The three pulp in the lacquer ear cup was poured into the mouths of the generals like cow drinks, and the atmosphere of the banquet gradually reached a high level.

Cheng Lao Pifu shouted violently, and a gossip Xuanhua axe was held in his hand, and the open space outside the lobby suddenly burst into a demonic wind, and the demon king danced wildly. The generals have been dealing with Cheng Lao Pifu for half their lives, but they still can't see the depth of this axe, anyway, today they look at the routine of splitting to the left, and tomorrow it will become a split to the right.

As for the ministers, they didn't look at the old horseman dancing the axe, just for their own safety, everyone had quietly moved behind the generals, and the big axe flew out of his hand when the old horseman danced to the point of forgetfulness, which was also a common occurrence.

"Good axe!" Under the garden porch, the younger generations of the Cheng Mansion applauded, and the most energetic one was the eldest son of the Cheng Mansion, Cheng Chumo, who was only nineteen years old.

Cheng Biting Jin is a crazy person, seeing someone praise, he can't help but dance more and more vigorously, and every move is more and more ...... Disorderly?

In the end, Cheng Yanjin finally danced to the fullest, and threw the big axe towards the garden porch, with a muffled sound, and the big axe slammed into the beams on the top of the porch.

"Good son, you can do the same!" Cheng Yanjin laughed.

Xuanhua big axe is less than a foot away from the top of Cheng Chumo's head, in the end, it is a disciple of the sect, Cheng Chumo's face is fearless, and he is crazy and virtuous like his father's people, jumped into the open space in front of the hall, and said loudly: "Dad, the child will not play with the axe today, the child will compose poetry today!" ”

"Poof—"

The eldest grandson Wuji, Fang Qiao and other ministers who were sitting behind the generals invariably sprayed wine, spraying Li Jing, Li Tao and others all wet behind their backs, including the generals, everyone choked and coughed at the same time.

Cheng Yanjin stood in the courtyard in a daze, looking at the coughing voices of his colleagues who were not very popular, and his son Cheng Chumo looked like a bastard with fluttering clothes of a literati, Cheng Yanjin was embarrassed, and he didn't know whether to rush forward at this time and beat these colleagues one by one, or beat his son hard, so as to teach him a lesson for his bad work.

After thinking about it, Cheng Yanjin finally made a very polite decision, he decided to smoke his son first.

No matter how you say it, he is also the host of today's banquet, and it is a bit rude for the host to beat the guests, it doesn't matter if the son is born, it is used to smoke the son.

The fan-like slap slapped Cheng Chumo's head hard, and Cheng Biting Jin scolded while smoking: "Call you to play with an axe, you bastard wants to compose poetry, what's so good at composing poetry?" Just talking about not practicing fake tricks, what waste is done, does the little bastard want to lose the old face of my Cheng family? ”

"Shut up!"

"Old horseman, dare to insult my literati!"

The eldest grandson Wuji, Fang Qiao and the others were furious, the old man had no good words, and he scolded all the Wenchen when he opened his mouth, and he scolded him in front of him, which is really a rare miracle.

Cheng Yanjin is also a bastard, and at this moment, he simply doesn't care about the host and guests, and scolds the eldest grandson Wuji with his waist crossed, and the two sides are arguing endlessly, and the jubilant banquet is about to turn into a group fight.

"Shut up! Arguing in front of the juniors, do you want to be embarrassed? Li Jing finally couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up and shouted in a deep voice.

Li Jing is the leader of the Tang Dynasty military, a famous military god, anyone has to buy a little face, the two sides snorted angrily, and there was a temporary truce.

Li Jing and Yan Yuese looked at Cheng Chumo, who was silently ashamed, and said with a smile: "It's your father who is ashamed, why are you ashamed?" Raise your head, it's not bad to compose poetry, Patriarch Sun and Fang Xiang take a look, our generals also have great talents in dancing and writing. ”

Cheng Chumo cleaned up his mood at this time, coughed and said: "Uncles, the younger generation is ugly, the younger generation is a disciple of the general, and the reading is also ...... It's also improvised, so I'll make a poem that will lift my breath and invite the elders to taste it...... Taste, cough, tasting? ”

Pu Fan's big slap was pumped again, and Cheng's old face with the thickness of the golden city wall turned red, and said viciously: "Melon cowardice, don't talk nonsense to Lao Tzu, make your poems!" ”

Cheng Chumo puffed up his chest muscles and read aloud: "Qin Shimingyue Han Shiguan, the Long March has not yet been returned." But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain! ”

There was silence!

The expressions of the eldest grandson Wuji, Fang Qiao, Chu Suiliang and others with a little banter gradually became solemn, and after silently chanting a few words, their expressions became more and more sluggish, and their eyes showed disbelief in shock.

Cheng Biting Jin's heart is also very high, he doesn't understand poetry, he only knows how to look at his face, seeing the stunned appearance of the eldest grandson Wuji and others, Cheng Biting Jin can't figure out whether this poem is good or not, at this time he should touch his son's head to show appreciation, or slap his son again to show punishment.

Not only the eldest grandson Wuji and other ministers, Li Jing and Li Tao are also Wen Taowu's all-powerful generals, for a long time, Li Jing took the lead, and all the generals applauded and shouted in unison: "Good poetry!" Enough for eternity! Virtuous nephew and talent, Cheng Lao Pifu, your family's feng shui is really evil. ”

"This poem is good, it really lifts up the spirit, and shakes out the majesty of our Tang generals."

Cheng Chumo is also very proud, yesterday's deal was really worth it, it can be described as good and cheap, next time I see that kid, I must have a five-star praise.

The atmosphere of the banquet finally pushed to a higher high/tide, and suddenly there was a terrible shout: "Slow! ”

The eldest grandson Wuji stroked his black beard, with a suspicious look in his eyes, and said slowly: "This poem is really good, but it's just ...... The virtuous nephew is not to blame the old man for speaking straightforwardly, is this poem really written by you? ”

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PS: There is one more ...... It could be late. There's no way, I'm still struggling with the rules of work and rest, and I can't always win......

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