"Except for that kid, who among those vulgar martial artists, who else can learn this way?"

"Brother Chubi, is there any, is there anyone who can show up for the little brother too, give me a chant?"

Li Ke saw a gang of generals whose literary level was far below him came out to show off their literary talents, and their eyes were red.

Cheng Chubi looked at the bad prince who desperately pulled his sleeves and almost tore his sleeves with a black line on his face.

"Let go! What a decent way of pulling and pulling, don't ruin the big event of our old Cheng family."

Li Ke almost wanted to hold Cheng Saburo's sturdy thigh and cried.

"Brother Chubi, the two of us have been in friendship for so many years, can't we just get a couplet?"

At this moment, the bird thief general in a Confucian shirt also stepped into the hall, and said for a long time.

"The minister also has a joint, which is a bridge lamp for the Shuijianba..."

"Article 5 is coming, who else..." At this moment, Li Shimin's eyes were wide-open, and all the civil servants were dumbfounded.

Regardless, there are so many sentences with complete five elements, even if they are slightly flawed, there are problems.

Besides, who would dare to jump out at this time to question this vulgar martial artist, who came here to display his talents today, will definitely not end well.

At this moment, Li Ke, who heard Cheng Chubi's mutter in his ear, happened to hear his father's yelling.

He jumped up without thinking, raised his hand high and shouted.

"Father, my son... My son also has a bottom line."

Everyone turned their gazes over there, but they all first glanced at Cheng Saburo, who was trying hard to get up and want to grow up, and then turned his gaze to Li Ke's body.

Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh, alas, his third son is enough. This thick-skinned man went to squeeze Cheng Saburo on the spot.

"Alright, let's talk about it. What is your right link?"

"Erchen's right Xianlian is Zaoqiansongjiuliao."

"Well...Yes, my son can be a little witty, even if he will..."

Li Shimin smashed his mouth, he has already criticized too much, his own son, can't he say bad, right?

At this time, Cheng Yaojin set his eyes on Cheng Chubi, winking frequently.

Cheng Chubi stood up helplessly, and stood in the hall to salute Li Shimin.

"Your Majesty, there is also a lower couplet here."

Li Shimin looked at Cheng Chubi with interest, with a smile but a real smile.

"Oh, you kid finally jumped out, come here, let's talk about it."

"The upper Lian is the willow in the pond, and the lower Lian is the sand-buried gun." Cheng Chubi respectfully saluted and said loudly.

As soon as this couplet came out, those talented courtiers who were already a little numb couldn't help but blink.

This sentence is indeed more clever than Li Ke's sentence, Qianqian Songjiu Liao, I don't know a few grades.

Yu Shinan couldn't help high-fiving and praised him, and the well-known old cultural man couldn't help but praise.

"This is an extremely rare couplet. The Shanglian is like the beautiful scenery of the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but this Xianlian fully describes the pain of the battle on the frontier fortress..."

This kind of squeeze made the generals or civil servants in the hall slightly nodded in agreement with the ground.

However, when his gaze fell on the general of this Confucian shirt, the contempt in his eyes remained undisguised.

It expresses that although their group of cultural people despise this group of vulgar martial artists, we still have an appreciation for art.

"This is an excellent Lianlian, Cheng Saburo, you are so talented, but you are getting better day by day."

"Hahaha, thank old Yu for complimenting my Saburo, but, today, how can only the brothers and my Saburo appear."

The leader of the Rushan Gang, General Cheng, who also read a picture of the Lower League just now, is still standing in the hall at the moment, saluting his Majesty.

"Your Majesty, Lao Cheng is also from a family of poets and scholars. Although he has abandoned his writing and worked in martial arts for many years, he still hasn't lost his charm..."

"..." Cheng Chubi pursed his lips, and wanted to tell his father that the word was not very commendatory, but he saw his father's spirited look.

Forget it, let's watch my father continue honestly.

Li Shimin looked at Cheng biting gold with a black line on his face, no wonder he hadn't seen this hob meat leave the field and retreat.

Originally the roots are here, it seems that this guy is holding a big move.

"Well, okay, I want to see, Cheng Qing, how much of your literary talent is left, come and show me a handful of civil and martial arts present."

"If Neue is beautiful, then I can give you a great reward."

"Thank you, your Majesty, haha, Lao Cheng Bucai, then take my son's upper couplet, and the lower couplet that X has just confronted your brothers.

Knead together to compose a poem to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and your Majesty. "

"..." Li Shimin's gaze fell on Cheng Chubi again, the roots of his teeth were a little itchy, and he always wanted to kick a flying leg to vent his breath.

Without this kid, there are so many demon moths.

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi saw Li Yuan, His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who didn't speak martial arts, smiled heartily and stood up.

"Interesting, if you can do it, the old man will reward you with a crystal bottle."

"??" Cheng Chubi seemed to see Li Yuan's wide open mouth, his expression became frightened.

Crystal bottle? The kind that is excreted?

"Thank you, the emperor, you guys have listened well..." Cheng Yaojin was overjoyed~lightnovelpub.net~ and gave a salute to the people in the hall.

With the big sleeves behind him, he imagined himself as a scholar who had learned a lot of money and was a talented literati. After clearing his throat, this was the wrong way.

"The smoke locks the pond and the willow color is deep, and the lights on the Shuijianba Bridge are heavy."

When the first two sentences were uttered, the courtiers and nobles who were still ready to watch the big jokes had their eyes stiff and their expressions stiff.

Cheng Yaojin, who stared blankly at the spit star, always felt that if these two sentences were to be read as poems, they would be combined.

"interesting……"

True *Civil and Martial Shuangquan* Li Shimin's expression also became solemn, and his long beard narrowed his eyebrows to listen carefully.

Cheng Yaojin also noticed everyone's expressions. He glanced over his son Cheng Saburo, and couldn't help but wink his eyes narrowly, and continued.

The maple burned the Qiantang River last month, and the candles and tears combed the mirror dusty face.

The wall of embers wet the jade bones, and the sand buries the guns and sells the beacons to the soul.

Taoye Jincheng Ching Tomorrow, Stove Qiansongjiu scorches at dusk (Note)..."

Following Cheng Yaojin's chanting loudly, combining this upper couplet with the dry lower couplet actually formed a poem.

This made everyone as if seeing the deep willow color shrouded in the smoke and clouds of the south of the Yangtze River, making the shadow of the lantern on the dam bridge by the water gloomy.

With the advent of autumn, those beautiful maple leaves are so flaming that they ignite the bright moon on the Qiantang River.

But at this moment, in a boudoir, tears of candles have already overflowed the candlestick, and the vanity mirror has long been covered by dust...

Note: This masterpiece was searched on Baidu, and the source is unknown. I don't know which tycoon's masterpiece was created.