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Chapter 174 Lao Cheng sent an invitation to the poetry meeting

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    When Qin Lang returned home, he found Liu Yue and asked for the drug he had used to stun Cui Zifeng. He was just about to go back to his room to rest and regain his energy so that he could go steal food at night, when he heard a servant coming to report that Duke Lu Guo was at his door.  Looking for him.

    After asking the boy, I found out that Lao Cheng was accompanied by his adoptive father and was waiting for him in the study.

    As soon as I arrived outside the study room, I heard Lao Cheng's trademark laughter. I don't know what the two said to make Lao Cheng laugh like this.

    Qin Lang pushed open the door of the study room and saw Lao Cheng's big black face at a glance. His smiling face sank when he saw him: "What are you doing, kid? You forgot about Lao Cheng when you became a marquis? I can't control you."  Isn¡¯t it?¡±

    "How do you say this?" Qin Lang hurriedly said with a smile: "Uncle Cheng, when did you give the order, do you dare not do it for you?"

    "Hmph!" Lao Cheng snorted coldly: "A few days ago, I asked Chu Mo to ask you to come to my house, but I didn't see you come to my door after waiting for a long time. That little brat even beat the dog like a meat bun and never looked back.  , there is still no one to be seen!¡±

    "Tell me, what good thing have you two done recently? That your little boy didn't even come back home?"

    Qin Lang greeted the two of them, sat at the table, picked up the teapot, quickly poured a cup of tea for Lao Cheng, and placed it in his hands.

    "Isn't it that Chu Mo followed me to deal with the snowstorm? I thought I would come to visit after I was busy for the past few days, but I haven't made time yet"

    Lao Cheng took the tea cup from Qin Lang's hand and drank it in one gulp without feeling it was too hot. He smacked his lips with disdain and said, "Boy Lang, your hospitality is lacking! You can't even pour tea in such a small cup."  One sip!¡±

    "Hurry up and get me a big bowl!"

    "Okay, we can drink whatever you like!" Although he despised Lao Cheng in his heart, Qin Lang did not dare to show it on his face. He ordered the soldiers at the door to ask him to go to the kitchen to find the biggest bowl, and then turned  He turned and looked at Lao Cheng.

    "Uncle Cheng, why are you free to come here today?" Seeing Old Cheng squinting at the teapot in his hands, Qin Lang quickly refilled his cup and asked with a smile.

    "Just now I received an invitation to the poetry meeting, asking me to attend the poetry meeting the day after tomorrow. Isn't this because you have never participated in such a high-end party, and I want you to follow me to experience it."

    Lao Cheng said he took out two invitations with large gilt characters from his arms and handed them to Qin Lang, motioning for him to take a look, with a proud expression on his face.

    Qin Lang took it and opened it. The invitation was very exquisite and elegant. The main content was to invite celebrities from all walks of life to gather in the Red Plum Garden to watch the snow, chant poems and appreciate the plum blossoms. The date was the day after tomorrow, and the signature below was Qingshan Jushi.

    "Uncle Cheng, is this invitation for you?" Qin Lang asked with raised eyebrows.

    For those who do n¡¯t know the words of Lao Chengdou, do these literati send him an invitation?  Didn't the old goblin snatch it from someone?

    "Is that still fake?" Lao Cheng looked proud and froze when he saw the suspicion on Qin Lang's face. Some old people glared at him with shame and anger: "What's that look in your kid's eyes? What's the matter, do you think I'm not worthy?  This invitation?¡±

    Although I feel that Lao Cheng is not worthy of this elegant invitation, Qin Lang dares to say so?

    As for Lao Cheng, the most violent man in the Tang Dynasty, if he dares to say yes, Lao Cheng will chase him and beat him!  Not to mention that the foster father is here, even Li Er is useless here!

    "I don't dare, how dare my nephew think so? I just asked casually." Qin Lang said quickly with a smile on his face, because he was afraid that if he was slower, the old demon Cheng would go crazy and hit people.

    "You know what you're doing!" Lao Cheng snorted and nodded with satisfaction.

    Just as the soldier brought a big bowl from the kitchen, Qin Lang hurriedly took it and poured a bowl of tea for Lao Cheng: "Uncle Cheng, drink tea."

    "Yeah." Lao Cheng hummed a syllable through his nose, took a big bowl and drank the tea in a few sips, leaving Qin Lang stunned.

    Just now, he thought that Lao Cheng just couldn't get used to this small cup, but who knew he was really thirsty? He hurriedly gave him another bowl: "Uncle Cheng, please drink slowly. Why are you so thirsty?"

    "Forget it, I went to see that old man Yu Shinan early in the morning. It took me a long time to get these two invitations!" Lao Cheng put down his bowl and took a breath.

    "That old man Yu Shinan is so stingy that he doesn't even serve him a cup of tea. If it weren't for the invitation, I wouldn't have looked at his old face!"

    I get angry just thinking about it!  If he hadn't threatened with force at the end, that old man Yu Shinan wouldn't have given him the invitation!

    These literati just oweLost!  If you don¡¯t eat the toast, you will be fined with wine!

    Qin Lang nodded clearly.

    This is right!

    He said that for an illiterate Lao Cheng, it was a big joke that those literati would give him invitations and invite him to participate in poetry gatherings!

    "This old goblin can't read Chinese characters, so I won't say anything. Maybe after I go there, my good poems will turn him into a cocktail party!"

    "You go with me the day after tomorrow! Give me a good face! Let those literary slaves see that they are not the only ones who know poetry and calligraphy!" Qin Lang looked at Qin Lang with an angry look on Lao Cheng's face, and he was a little confused.

    ??????????????????????? Lao Cheng is also a martial artist, and he can¡¯t compete with those literati. Even if there is any filth, it is just a matter of the court.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of the way, with Lao Cheng¡¯s appearance as a cutthroat, doesn¡¯t he always take advantage and others suffer in the court?  Who can do it better than him?

    "Uncle Cheng, why are you so angry? Isn't it just a poetry party? If you want to see the excitement, go for a walk. If you don't, just throw the invitation away. Why are you so angry?"

    "You know nothing!" Lao Cheng suddenly slapped the table with his beard and glare: "When I was studying in silence, I said all my good words and gave away all my gifts, and even this old face was thrown at their feet.  Just step on it!"

    "It's okay for those great Confucian scholars to look down on my family, Chu Mo. They can't even accept the matter of becoming a disciple."

    "But those literary slaves who only have a little reputation and can't speak a few words dare to find fault. They have degraded my Cheng family to be worthless. Even a piece of shit is nobler than someone named Cheng!"

    "I finally got anxious and knocked on the door. Even though I said that bad breath, no one was willing to teach Chu Mo. Chu Mo can barely read a few words now and can't even write a letter to the family.  !¡±

    Old Cheng¡¯s hair and beard were all tangled, and it was obvious that he was really angry. Qin Lang hurriedly walked to him and patted him on the back to calm him down.

    "Although you are not from the Cheng family, you can still be considered Old Cheng's nephew! It goes without saying that you learned from the ancestors, so I want to bring you here to slap those slaves in the face!"

    "Just tell me whether you want to go or not!" Old Cheng looked at Qin Lang and stared at the boss.

    "Go, go!" Qin Lang had no choice but to nod in agreement.

    What should we do otherwise?  If he wants to say no, Lao Cheng will be sad. Anyway, it's not a big deal, just write a few poems!  At worst, I've been thinking about a few songs for the past two days. If it doesn't work, isn't there a system?

    There are 300 Tang poems, selected Tang poems, Song lyrics, poetry classics, etc. in the store. You can find whatever you want. Just find a book and copy two poems and memorize them.

    Although it is a bit shameless to say that this is plagiarism, it is impossible for Lao Cheng to just say it and not do it!

    Looking at it, it really does not work, and then exchanges two poems!

    Qin Qiong had been sitting nearby watching the lively chat between the two of them, but never interrupted. Youzai Youzai was drinking comfortably with a tea cup. His eyes lit up only when he heard Qin Lang say that he would attend a poetry meeting the day after tomorrow.  .

    After getting a satisfactory answer, Lao Cheng patted his belly full of tea and rode away with satisfaction, leaving Qin Lang and Qin Qiong looking at each other.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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