On the third day of the third month, Confucius Jijiu was going to worship Huangdi. He was the principal of the highest institution of the Tang Dynasty and was busy writing tributes. Previously, due to the negative impact of being sent to the emperor by the King of Yuchi, Li Dong was awarded the title of Eighteen Bachelor, and this matter was over.

For intellectuals, being beaten is just a disgrace to be gentle, but if they don’t get a reputation, it is a disgrace to be gentle.

Principal Kong is still very moral in terms of personality.

Because Huangdi was the ancestor of the Xia Miao Seeds, and the first person to lie down the rest of the tribes and successfully dominate the Yellow River Basin. Therefore, while he was great, he was also a role model for later kings.

If you can't mess with the slut around you, would you be embarrassed to say that you are the Human Emperor?

Mr. Li is a very serious person. He feels that there is no hope for being a perfect person for all ages. After all, there are a lot of black spots on his body, but the Emperor of Eternal Eternal still has hope.

So just after the dynasty, the meeting of the outside court was set. The Qujiangchi Cultural Conference should demonstrate the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty. It should be cultural and elegant, and not learn from the one who used silk to wrap trees in the previous dynasty.

The main reason for not learning is that there is insufficient financial resources.

Then Old Kong and his secretary, Yu Shinan, asked: Your Majesty, what can you write in the article?

Li Er looked at the two of them impatiently, you two bachelors, you also want to ask me about such things? What's the use of me?

"It's early spring, let's take it as the theme."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Then Lao Yu wrote down the matter, wrote a post before getting off work, and handed it over to the idiots in the Ministry of Rites.

When the people from the Ministry of Rites saw that, well, this matter is reliable, so they have a high priority. So they set the Wenhui on the afternoon of the third day of the March 19th, with the sun and the wind being bright.

But some people think that writing ink is useful. Can writing poetry kill Turkic dogs or Goryeo pigs?

The person who said this was a semi-illiterate person. The man's surname was Yuchi, the name was Gong, Jingde, and the name was Jingde. Anyway, the court outside the country in the first month would be considered to be mixed up by this bastard.

Originally, the nobles were planning to go over and have some fine wine and snacks. The incident of Yuchi Ritian swearing that liberal arts students were waste immediately aroused the anger of Principal Kong.

Old Confucius had already become the Imperial College Priest, so he didn't want to die. But he couldn't beat Yuchi Ritian, and as an intellectual, he had to take some unusual path.

So Principal Kong secretly met the emperor, and then looked sincere and dedicated to the country and the people: "Your Majesty, I have many noble children to play and do things freely. It is better to use the March Wenhui and order you and others to write poems and sing harmony to sweep away the wind of indulgence."

Emperor Taizong nodded, and he thought to himself: Yes, I will be like Cheng Sanlang's little bastard and sing a song today tomorrow. Isn't my capital of the Tang Dynasty and the best place the Western Regions? Isn't it the noble children knowing that there is a boss of their father on their heads.

Therefore, the emperor issued an order, which is what Zhang De said in a bullshit rule.

This matter cannot be known to be urged by Lao Kong, so Lao Kong returned to the Imperial College and told his colleagues and students that last year His Majesty said that the nobles should read more and learn more postures...

So, even Zhang Lihong, one of the four bodyguards, knew that March Wen would ask the nobles to write poems, which was agreed last year, and it had nothing to do with Confucius's wine.

In this regard, Lao Zhang can only say: My dog ​​is no longer good.

All the nobles said that their dogs could continue to live, and they blamed the richest man in Chang'an for telling you to be too talkative! It seemed like you had no son. Then your son would go up to write poems and see what you made out.

With the mentality that your son is illiterate and must pull his colleagues into the water, the nobles closed the door and said to their sons: Son, even if you can't write poems, you must copy them from the Han and Southern Dynasties, and you must copy them out and read them. Don't be like the idiots in the Yuchi family.

Why do you say so?

Because Yuchi Gong went back to talk about this with Yuchi Baolin and Yuchi Baoqi, he took a sip and wiped his beard and shouted: "Listen, you can't write poetry, I don't want you to write poetry either. This is two thousand guan. You are one thousand guan each, so buy more good poems. Those who come from the southeast can be given some money and don't embarrass me."

"Alang, how can you do things like this? Wouldn't it ruin your reputation?"

Xu Xian, the richest man in Yuchi, frowned slightly. She looked just like a normal person, and was from Changgu, and she had some distant relatives with Song Jingang. After the death of Yuchi Gong's ex-wife Su Bin in Wude, Wude married Yuchi Gong in the eighth year. Basically, after marrying this old bastard, she was frightened every day.

It was not that they were afraid of being executed by Li Yuan’s whole family, but that they were afraid of being executed by Li Jiancheng, who ascended the throne. Later, because Yuchi Gong criticized Kong Yingda and Li Xiaogong as idiots, they were also worried that they would be demoted to Shuozhou by Li Shimin to play hide-and-seek with the Turks.

However, this is not the only source of Song's misery. The richest son, Yuchi Baolin, only hobby is to create people, otherwise she would go to schoolyards to find people to wrestle sumo every day.

You are the eldest son of a Duke, and you are bare-chested and sweating all day long. If you didn’t create a person every day, you really thought you had a heavy taste.

The second son, Yuchi Baoqi, is not very old, but he is still fifteen years old. Because he often visits the Zhang family, he interacts with Zhang Daxiang, a gentleman. As a stepmother, Song is still very relieved until a creature named Xue Rengui appears. So the three brothers sang "Touch your sister's head" in Beili all day long.

If these two little bastards weren't born by themselves, Song would have beaten their buttocks into pomegranates.

"Yeah, our 'Zochi-Yi Society' has been very lively recently. I'll go to the president's place later."

President? What a shit.

Blinking his eyes, Yuchi Gong asked his youngest son Yuchi Huan in a daze: "'Zhongyi Society'? President?"

"Yes, we formed an alliance in Qingyun Pavilion and established the "Zhongyi Society". Now we are so majestic in Wuhunfang."

Song's eyes widened: "Sanlang! You can't learn bad things!"

"My mother, no, my brother is very kind to us. He also makes steamed buns for us to eat. It is a unique specialty in the Duke's Mansion of Dingyuan County."

As he said that, he took out two pieces from his pocket for Song and broke half of them for Yuchi Gong.

“It’s delicious.”

Yuchi Huan was reluctant to waste one, so he was able to eat it. After all, a piece of steamed bun was ten Kaiyuan Tongbao, and only Zhang Dasu could only bring his younger brother Zhang Da'an with shamelessness.

The richest man and his wife stuffed them into their mouths and chewed them a few times, and their eyes lit up: "It's crispy and delicious, but it's just a snack."

"By the way, Saburo, who is your brother?"

"It's Zhang Sanlang's eldest brother."

"Oh, it turns out it's him, okay, Zhang Dalang is a humble man and a gentleman like a jade. You have to learn more from him so that the Yuchi family can prosper more in the future."

"I like to go to my brother's place to listen to stories the most. Even people from four primary schools like to go there."

That's sure, Zhang Dasu receives twenty-month books every time, and there is no limit on customers, and there is a maximum of thirty people entering the courtyard at one time.

"Zhang Dalang's classics, history, and zi Ji are both outstanding in the Imperial College. It would be great if you can listen to him lecture."

Song was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly: "What did Sanlang learn?"

Yuchi Huan's little face suddenly became solemn and noble, and said seriously: "The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people! My mother, I will learn the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing..."

"Wait a moment!"

Yuchi Gong's black face is even darker. What a great hero? For the country and the people? The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? What a shit!

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Yuchi Gong picked up Yuchi Huan with a hand, "Who is that Zhang Dalang?"

"Who else is there, only one Zhang Dalang."

"I'm asking whether Zhang Daxiang or... that little bastard!"

"You are not allowed to say that my brother is a bastard!"

Yuchi Huan hung in the air and danced with his hands, "Brother is righteous and righteous, Yuntian is the first, everyone in Chang'an City knows it. Why is he slandering people so much!"

"I'll beat you to death a little bastard! That little bastard asked your father to walk in Chang'an with his butt naked, you... you actually said good things to others!"

"Hmph! My brother said he would like to accept the loss of a real hero. On weekdays, he also praised Ye Ye as a first-class hero and hero. The leading general on the battlefield in the Tang Dynasty is definitely not a petty person. I didn't expect Ye Ye Ye was such a person. I was really ashamed to face my classmates in Wubenfang!"

Old blood, the old blood was rolling in one mouthful. The richest man in Yuchi felt that he had been hit by a lot of arrows on his back and his knees...

"I don't allow you to interact with that traitorous boy! From now on, no one with the surname Zhang is allowed to talk to them! They are all bad people, full of bad water. Have you heard it?"

"You are not allowed to say that brother!"

"You little bastard, what kind of ecstasy has that little fox fur fur fur fuck you? You don't even want me! You...you..."

The richest man in Yuchi was angry and was about to give his younger son a stronger education, but saw Song hugging his own son and protecting him and shouting: "Although I am a woman, I know my words and will do what I do. Since you are outside, why bother to scare your son at home again!"

"Woman! Woman! I won't tell you! I won't tell you-"

Yuchi Gong danced wildly into the sky with both hands, slammed the door, walked halfway and turned back to his eldest son and shouted at his second son: "If you two can't prepare poetry and essays, I will be beaten to a disabled person!"

"knew."

Yuchi Baolin Yuchi Baoqi looked at each other, sighed, and responded helplessly.

"My grandma, we have never done this... this is the buying of poetry. Did you just ask those who are poor and slaughtered to tell me if there are any poetry to sell? They also want to write a book, and good poetry will definitely not be sold to us."

Song's lips twitched: "You two are you really going to buy it?"

"If you can't do this well, I'm afraid Aye will beat someone up again."

Song sighed helplessly: "I am just a homemaker, how can I understand these market conditions?"

Yuchi Huan, who was in her arms, had his eyes lit up: "Brother, second brother, this matter is for me. I'll go to the 'Zhongyi Club' and ask my brother for a look."

"He is just an eleven-year-old boy, and he knows a lot of poetry."

"Hmph, my brother has great magical powers and omnipotence. It is the true teaching of Jiangyin Xiangshuai. How can he see it with an ordinary person's eyes?"

After saying that, he jumped down and said to Song, "My grandma, I'll go back. If it's too late, I don't need to call me for dinner. My brother eats a lot, and it's delicious and full."

Then he ran out, shouting, "Brother, second brother, wait for my good news."

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