Four hundred and twentieth seventh, does this count as words?
Li Tai noticed their gazes and scolded Cheng Chumo in his heart.
He knew that if he could not keep silent during the whole process, he would not be able to hold this poetry meeting in the future.
Although his poem was prepared in advance, he knew he could not win against Cheng Chumo.
But now that he is on the shelf, no matter whether he can win or not, he must read out the poem.
"Mother's love is endless, and family affection does not count spring."
"I hope it lasts forever and becomes even more renewed every year."
Wang Tao opened his mouth, wanting to praise Li Tai's poem, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Seriously speaking, this poem is indeed much better than others. If it were not for the variable Cheng Chumo, it would definitely be ranked first.
But there is no harm if there is no comparison. With Cheng Chumo’s poem, Li Tai’s poem is far inferior.
It is normal for Wang Tao to have such thoughts.
"Wandering Son's Song" can be said to be the ceiling in poems praising mothers.
Meng Jiao was known as the "poem prisoner", and his reputation was not as good as that of Li Du, but he was not comparable to Li Tai and others.
Meng Jiao was homeless in his early years and lived in poverty all his life. It was not until the age of fifty that he got the humble position of a Liyang county captain. After many years of wandering, he took his mother to live with him. After being frustrated in his official career, he also took his mother to live with him.
After experiencing the harshness of the world, I realized the value of family affection more and more, so I wrote this heartfelt and deeply touching poem in praise of my mother.
Li Tai's literary talent may be good, but his life experience is far behind Meng Jiao.
Li Tai smiled and said: "This poem of Chu Mo is a benevolent and filial piety, and it is naturally elegant. I am willing to accept the defeat."
Although he was reluctant, his poems were indeed not as good as Cheng Chumo's poems. He could still show his grace by admitting defeat.
"Your Highness, you are so complimentary. I am just expressing my feelings. I am expressing my feelings." Cheng Chu smiled silently.
When the news about the poetry meeting becomes known, who will dare to laugh at him as a martial artist?
When Yuchi Baolin saw Cheng Chumo making such a big splash, he felt a little regretful. If he had known better, he shouldn't have taken advantage of Cheng Chumo and should have gone up by himself.
Wang Tao rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Since His Highness likes this poem so much, Cheng Chumo, why don't you give this poem you wrote to His Highness?"
Li Tai glanced at Wang Tao unhappily, "Are you asking for those words to avoid me?"
Wang Tao gave Li Tai a reassuring look and looked at Cheng Chumo.
Although Cheng Chumo had nothing to do with Wang Tao, Wang Tao was still very happy when he asked him for a word. He waved his hand and said very generously: "If His Highness likes it, then give it to His Highness."
Seeing Cheng Chumo's agreement, Wang Tao rushed to Cheng Chumo and picked up the words written by Cheng Chumo from the table.
"Everyone, this poem is destined to be famous throughout the ages, and these words will definitely be priceless in the future. Let's all appreciate it together." Wang Tao smiled and raised the paper.
Cheng Chumo felt a little regretful when he heard Wang Tao say that this calligraphy would be priceless in the future.
"Pfft~"
"Haha~"
When I saw the words written silently by Cheng Chu, there was a burst of ridicule.
"Does this count as a word?"
"This word is really priceless, haha~"
Cheng Chumo's calligraphy, how should I put it, can only be barely regarded as a calligraphy.
If Cheng Chumo hadn't read it once before, many people probably wouldn't be able to understand what he wrote.
They were very unwilling to be given the limelight by Cheng Chumo, but now that they had the opportunity, they would not let it go.
Wang Tao looked proud.
This was originally his purpose.
He knew that Cheng Chumo's handwriting was very ugly, so he deliberately asked Cheng Chumo for his handwriting and showed it to everyone to make Cheng Chumo look embarrassed.
Li Tai glanced at Wang Tao with satisfaction. So what if Cheng Chumo's poems were good?
As the saying goes: Good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
Civilization and military affairs are indifferent to each other. Cheng Chumo, a military general, writes poems but outdoes everyone. Who can be willing to do so?
Cheng Chumo's face turned red, he stepped forward to grab the words, cupped his hands to Li Tai and said, "Your Highness, please excuse me."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Yuchi Baolin and others saluted Li Tai and quickly followed.
"Haha~"
When everyone saw Cheng Chumo running away, they laughed proudly.
Li Tai looked at the leaving figures of Cheng Chumo and others with a gloomy face.
He knew that if he held poetry gatherings in the future, his influence would also decrease.
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"You bastard, I'll beat you to death. I'll lose all my face." Cheng Yaojin held a stick as thick as a bowl and chased Cheng Chumo angrily.
"Dad, the poem I wrote won the first prize." Cheng Chumo turned around and said while running.
A fool would not run away. He knew his father very well. If such a thick stick hits his body, it will be very painful even if he wears thick clothes in winter.
"You won the first prize, you dare to say that you wrote that poem? I usually tell you to practice your calligraphy but you don't listen. Listen to what people outside are talking about me now?" Cheng Yaojin cursed.
After the poetry meeting, Cheng Chumo's shocking words spread throughout Chang'an.
Even if Cheng Chumo wrote a poem that could be passed down through the ages, not many people would believe it.
Many people say that like father, like son.
Cheng Chumo's handwriting is so ugly, and Cheng Yaojin's handwriting is not much better.
Cheng Yaojin is so angry.
The Cheng family used to be an aristocratic family. Although the family fell into decline, Cheng Yaojin was not as illiterate as the novel said.
Although I am not very knowledgeable, I still know the words.
And his handwriting isn't very good, but it's not ugly either.
Now that someone says that, I naturally feel very unhappy.
"Master, do you want to kill Da Lang?" Cui quickly stopped Cheng Yaojin.
"My face has been completely humiliated by him. If I don't give him a good beating, I won't be able to swallow this breath." Cheng Yaojin said angrily.
Cui said helplessly: "Master, General Jiang will be back in two days. If you destroy Chu Mo, how will you see anyone then?"
Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin shouted: "I'll let you go this time. If you dare to cause trouble for me again, I'll break your legs."
In fact, he didn't get so angry because Cheng Chumo's ugly handwriting embarrassed him.
He was angry that Cheng Chumo interfered with Li Tai's poetry meeting.
Cheng Yaojin has always had the mentality of not getting close to those princes and not offending them.
Cheng Chumo interfered with Li Tai's poetry meeting, which might make others think that the Cheng family favored Li Chengqian.
Although Li Shimin made Fang Xuanling the crown prince and grand master, Li Chengqian's status was much more stable.
But Cheng Yaojin had no intention of taking sides.
The Cheng family is already the Duke of the country, so there is no need to take risks. Stability is the most important thing.
"Dad, I understand." Cheng Chu responded silently.
"Get back here, you are not allowed to go out without my order." Cheng Yaojin said with eyes wide open.
Cheng Chumo shrank his neck and left honestly.
"Master, don't be angry." Ms. Cui comforted her.
Cheng Yaojin sighed and said: "You are so old and you do things without considering the consequences. How can I rest assured?"
"Master, after he gets married, he will naturally mature." Cui said.
"I hope so." Cheng Yaojin asked, "Are the betrothal gifts ready?"
Mrs. Cui nodded and said, "It's ready. Master, let's see if there's anything missing?"
She is Cheng Chumo's stepmother. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to be a stepmother.
No matter whether it is done well or not, there will always be people talking about it.
Cheng Yaojin shook his head and said, "It's all up to you."
He believed in the Cui family. In his early years, he often led troops abroad, and Cheng Chumo was young." If the Cui family really couldn't tolerate Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chumo wouldn't be able to live to this day.
"Master, let's take a look. I'm afraid I missed something," Cui said.
Cheng Yaojin saw Cui's serious expression and said, "Let's take a look."