Datang's free and easy concubine

Chapter 13

Is it a masterpiece to write a poem casually?Who is that boy Su who is so talented in poetry?

People like Yu Chigong were not very curious, but Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng and others were extremely curious. Fang Xuanling asked curiously, "Who wrote this poem?"

Cheng Yaojin shouted loudly: "Boy Su, don't come in to toast!"

All eyes turned to the outside of the hall, only to see a handsome young man walking in.

Su Cheng saluted without being humble or overbearing: "Boy Su Cheng has met all the adults!"

Cheng Yaojin shouted: "What's your name, my lord? Uncle!"

How dare you call him Uncle when we first met?Su Cheng immediately climbed up the pole, cheekily said again, "I've seen you uncles!"

Yuchi Gong stood up with the wine in his hand and said, "Old Cheng, is this your junior?"

Cheng Yaojin nodded and said, "That's right!"

Everyone nodded after hearing this, since they are Cheng Yaojin's descendants, they have to accept when they call him uncle.

Snapped!Yu Chigong slapped Su Cheng on the shoulder: "Since he is Lao Cheng's junior, then he is my junior."

This slap made Su Cheng stagger, feeling that his arm was going to be useless.

Yu Chigong shook his head and said: "Old Cheng, your younger generation is too weak, right?"

Su Cheng, who had regained his footing, turned green. What is too empty?Be careful what you say, black man!

Cheng Yaojin said: "He's a literati, it's normal to be a bit vain! A literati, how can he be worthy?"

His words offended everyone, Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling and others immediately spit and complained, but they sat there with a thick skin and no shame at all.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin being criticized by everyone, Yu Chigong was in a good mood, grinning and said: "If you are bullied in Chang'an in the future, just report my name!"

Su Cheng was very moved when he heard these words. He suddenly thought that he had been bullied just now!

Su Cheng immediately said expectantly: "Uncle Yuchi, I was beaten when I first came to Chang'an!"

Yu Chigong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and shouted loudly: "What the hell? You were beaten when you first came to Chang'an? Since you are our junior, how can you let others bully you? Old Cheng doesn't care , your Uncle Yuchi vented his anger on you and said, who beat you? He was gutted after eating the ambitious leopard!"

Others also looked at Su Cheng and Cheng Yaojin in surprise, the old Cheng always protected the calf, but the old Cheng didn't care when Su Cheng was beaten?

Su Cheng said pitifully: "I was beaten forty times by the emperor. Your Majesty is so unreasonable. I am wronged. Uncle Yuchi, you must make the decision for me!"

puff!

Li Ji, Qin Qiong and the others immediately sprayed it!

Yu Chigong was stunned at the time, then he raised his hand and patted his forehead and said: "Oh, although this wine is delicious, it's just a bit on the top! It's too strong, on top, on top!"

While talking about Yu Chigong, he sat back in his seat, picked up the wine bowl and took a big gulp, raised his head in confusion and asked, "Hey, who is this young man?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing again, Wei Zheng asked: "The yellow sand wears golden armor in every battle, and it will never be returned until it breaks Loulan. Did you write this poem?"

It was dismantled so quickly?Su Cheng glanced at Cheng Yaojin, cupped his hands and said, "That's exactly what the kid did."

"Su Cheng? Why does it sound familiar to me?" Fang Xuanling asked in surprise, "Hey, Chun Mian Bujuexiao was written by you?"

Su Cheng nodded and said, "Yes."

Changsun Wuji asked, "Oh, are there other poems?"

Fang Xuanling said with a smile: "Master Kong held a poetry meeting. I was not able to attend due to my busy schedule. I only heard about two good poems afterward. After listening to them, I regret that I was not able to attend!"

Wei Zheng asked curiously: "What good poem? Hurry up and sing it to accompany the wine!"

Fang Xuanling shook his head and said: "Chun Mian doesn't feel the dawn, and hears birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, you know how many flowers fall."

Wei Zheng took a sip of his wine and praised, "Good poem! Is there another one?"

"Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river plumbing duck prophet. Artemisia argyi is all over the ground and the reed buds are short, just when the puffer fish is about to go."

"What a Prophet of Spring River Plumbing Duck, wonderful! There is good wine and good poetry, today is here!" Wei Zheng praised contentedly after sipping his wine.

Li Jing also praised: "I didn't expect that the younger generation of Zhijie would be a great talent. The three poems I heard today are all works handed down from generation to generation!"

Fang Xuanling nodded and said: "Indeed, the first capital is a work handed down from generation to generation!"

Wei Zheng suddenly became interested in talents, and said: "Su Cheng, you must come to my house to sit and sit in the future, and don't get involved with this vulgar person."

Su Cheng hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Uncle Wei for your support!"

Having said that, Su Cheng felt that it would be better to go farther away from Wei Zheng. After all, Wei Zheng was famous for his uprightness. He was best at teasing the emperor, and he never tired of it.

Just now Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chi Gong listened so drowsily, what kind of wind and flowers are not as exciting as the yellow sand and hundreds of battles?How can there be spirits in a bowl?

But upon hearing Wei Zheng's words, Cheng Yaojin yelled, "If Su boy hadn't messed with me, how could you drink such strong wine?"

Yu Chigong asked loudly: "What? The burning knife was made by Su Xiaozi?"

Cheng Yaojin laughed and said: "Of course, it's my old Cheng Hui who knows talents!"

Everyone was surprised. It turned out that Su Cheng made the burning knives and fine wine. No wonder they had never heard of it, no wonder it was available in Cheng Yaojin's residence.

Yu Chigong and the others looked at Su Cheng with more and more kind eyes. This strong wine was right for their appetite. They fell in love with it after only drinking it once. They felt that the sambal and rice wine they drank before were bland.

Li Ji smiled and said: "I still want to ask where the burning knife came from, now I have found the right owner!"

"Yeah, yeah, after drinking the burning knife and then drinking the three lees, how can I drink it?" Yu Chigong said loudly.

Cheng Yaojin smiled and said: "Boy Su has already given me the method of brewing wine to my old Cheng. Only my winery in Cheng's family can produce good wine with burning knives!"

Changsun Wuji smiled and said: "Good old Cheng, we invited you for a banquet today because we wanted us to give you a good name for burning knives!"

Others also guessed that Cheng Yaojin had this intention. Of course, it also implied that he had obtained good wine to show off, but they didn't care, because burning knives is indeed good wine, even if they didn't publicize it, they would be famous in Chang'an and even the whole Tang Dynasty sooner or later. .

Yuchi Gong said loudly: "Don't say anything else, first send a cart of burning knives to my house!"

Li Ji said with a smile: "The brewed wine is always sold, what's the rush? It's right to brew the wine as soon as possible!"

Cheng Yaojin patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

Su Cheng was also very calm after hearing this. After all, this is not real wine making, but distillation. As long as the wine in Cheng's wine making workshop is distilled, a burning knife can be made.

(End of this chapter)