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The snowflakes in the sky became slightly smaller, but they still continued to fall, and the entire city of Chang'an was already covered with a layer of white.
The sky is gloomy, and candles have been lit in the house, giving this plain white world a glimmer of light.
There are no pedestrians on the street for a long time. Although the snow is not so heavy now, no one wants to wander around in such cold weather and braving the wind and snow.
There are only some restaurants and teahouses along the street, where businessmen are discussing business, or literati are expressing their poetry and feelings in the snow scenery.
The soldiers on duty in front of the Duke Lu's Mansion were also freezing. Looking at the white sky and earth, they cursed the weather that could freeze people to death and stamped their feet vigorously.
The street was silent, and suddenly there was the sound of "creeping" snow, and accompanied by the sound of the vehicle shaking, the two men drove the carriage from a distance in the wind and snow.
The soldier was alarmed by the sound and quickly stood up straight. He looked towards the direction of the sound with two pairs of eyes and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the mark on the vehicle.
That is the car of Duke Yi, but I don¡¯t know if there is anything important to report on such a snowy day.
"Huh!" The driver tightened the reins. When the horse stopped, he jumped down. He and the people beside him opened the oil paper covering the carriage and carried down two large baskets of bright green vegetables. Several soldiers were seen. He couldn't help but stare.
"We are from Duke Yi's residence, and we have been ordered by Duke Yi to deliver some vegetables to Duke Lu." The man driving the cart put down the bamboo basket in his hand and raised his hands to the soldiers.
The soldier did not dare to delay. He swallowed his saliva and asked two people to help carry the bamboo basket, while he quickly went to report.
Duke Yi¡¯s Mansion is really a generous person! Those are two baskets of vegetables!
My dear mother! Those green vegetables are green and look better than when they are in season, making people want to take a bite just looking at them.
"Although my father-in-law is a loyal minister of the court, deeply loved by His Majesty, and has given green vegetables in winter, but those are enough for one plate. Let alone eating them, they can't even smell it!"
???????????????? But today, the Duke of Yi¡¯s Mansion has sent so many vegetables. My father-in-law is not a solitary eater, so he will definitely receive some rewards, and he can also try them in the winter.
The soldiers ran all the way, drooling and ran to the front yard to report.
Cheng Yaojin was taking his son to drink with the snowy scenery at this time. Although he was not an elegant person, it did not prevent him from having an elegant heart.
The wine in the pot is scalding hot. One sip will make your whole body feel warm. Take a bite of tender beef and chew it twice. This life is so delicious that even an emperor wouldn¡¯t change it!
Cheng Chumo was carrying a jar of wine and drank every sip, not to mention how frustrated he felt!
The weather was so bad that my father went crazy and insisted on having a drink in the snow.
You said you can just drink, why do you want me to be involved? I'm not tired of seeing the snow scene at all, okay?
well! I had already planned to go to Lai Yanlou to see her today, what a waste to let dad do this!
"Why are you looking so sad?" Lao Cheng felt unhappy. He slapped his son on the head and almost slapped Xiao Cheng down: "I'm not old enough to move! How dare you let me drink with you?" What a shame, you really deserve a beating!"
"How can I have it?" Xiao Cheng put the wine jar on the table with a grimace: "Dad, what's there to see in the snow? Why don't you go back and take a nap if you have the time?"
"Go to sleep!" Lao Cheng said with a displeased look on his face: "Look at Ah Lang, who is capable of both literary and martial arts. You have been following him for so long, but you can't even write a poem. All my years of training have been wasted!"
"There will be a poetry meeting in a few days. If you can't come up with a decent poem for me, I will lose my face" Lao Cheng sneered twice: "Let me see if I don't break your legs!"
Xiao Cheng looked confused.
"This father scolded his son and actually scolded himself as well. Does he want to remind him?"
With this thought in my mind, I blurted out faster than my brain: "Dad, if my legs are dog legs, what are your legs?"
Lao Cheng choked and suddenly became angry. He dropped the wine jar in his hand and was about to grab the scoundrel and beat him up, but suddenly he heard a rush of footsteps.
He glared hard at his unimproved son and reluctantly put down his hand.
The soldier came over in a few steps and clasped his fists with joy on his face: "Master, two large baskets of vegetables have been sent to Duke Yi's residence."
"How can my second brother have such ability? It should have been sent to me by my good nephew." Lao Cheng stood up and did not bother to teach himself a lesson.He said, "Where is he? Call him over quickly, I have something to ask."
He doesn¡¯t really care about vegetables! After all, he is an out-and-out carnivore, and he misses green vegetables a little bit for a long time. He really can't stand it if he eats it every day!
"Damn it, this kid has been out for more than half a month, and when he comes back, he doesn't know how to come to visit him!" Lao Cheng picked up the wine jar and took a big sip, and couldn't stop mumbling.
Xiao Cheng originally wanted to sneak out quickly when his father was not paying attention, but he stopped when he heard his father's words.
Alang is actually back! Xiao Chengle smiled happily.
We should have a good time with him tomorrow! The location is right at Laiyan Tower.
¡°Hmm, why don¡¯t you go directly to Duke Yi¡¯s mansion to find him later? Otherwise, when Dad comes to his senses, he will still be running after this beating!
Xiao Cheng sat back and muttered in his heart.
The old man said, if you can't write a decent poem, you won't even think about going out!
I am not a poet at all! Being a human being is pretty much the same! Isn¡¯t it much easier to put a white knife in and a red knife out?
¡°Alas, this old man doesn¡¯t know what¡¯s going on. The older he gets, the more confused he becomes! He himself is not a good reader, so he insists on forcing his son to read. Isn't this embarrassing?
There are also those literati who are really idle and painful. What poems can be done? It's such a cold day. If you don't stay at home, you have to run out to find the cold. There's something really wrong!
The two of them didn't wait long before the food delivery person from Duke Yi's Mansion was led over by his own soldiers.
"I have met Duke Yi."
"Where's Alang? When did you come back?" Lao Cheng asked, waving his hand.
"Go back to the father-in-law. The young master should have come back early in the morning, but he went directly to the palace without going home. When he came back, he brought two carts of vegetables and asked the younger one to bring them to you to taste."
"The young master said that he has been a little busy these days and will come to see you after he is done." The servant respectfully repeated what Qin Lang had told him.
"You entered the palace early in the morning?" Cheng Yaojin frowned: "You didn't even return home?"
According to this boy¡¯s filial piety, that shouldn¡¯t be the case! Could something happen again?
"You haven't finished the work in Liujia Village yet?" Xiao Cheng looked at his father who was silent and didn't know what he was thinking. He pulled the servant aside and asked quietly: "Is he at home now?"
"When I go back to the young master, I don't know what happened in Liujia Village, but the young master is indeed at home now." After speaking, the servant gave a salute to Lao Cheng: "Master, if you don't want to ask any questions, please leave first. I also have to go to other homes to deliver food.¡±
Seeing Lao Cheng waving his hand, the servant bowed and retreated.
"Dad, don't you want me to compose poetry?" Xiao Cheng's butt felt like grass growing up and he couldn't sit still for a moment: "Alang is good at learning. My son wants to learn from him and win the opportunity to participate in the poetry competition. I¡¯ll write you a good poem.¡±
Lao Cheng glared at his son: "You go ahead, but let Alang come tomorrow."
He knew what shit would he want to pull his buttocks! It's not that I don't want to be detained at home, so I find excuses to sneak out.
Xiao Cheng cheered, ignoring the snowflakes still floating in the sky, and quickly asked his servants to come and mount.
He doesn¡¯t want to stay at home for a minute. His father is going crazy and insists on making him compose poems. If he can¡¯t finish them, he is not allowed to go out. According to the old man¡¯s standards, he will never want to go out in his life!
Fortunately, I have a good brother. I asked him to help me compose a song. As long as he can get the job done by then, that will be fine! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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