When the little eunuch saw Wu Mingyue wearing men’s clothing and saw her in a half-threatening and half-threatening tone, she immediately understood Wu Mingyue’s thoughts and quickly accompany her and said: "The servant maid takes orders from your majesty, please come here. Wu Hou is going to the banquet, can you ask Mr. Wu to pass on for the servants?"
"To the banquet? Why don't you invite early and late, but come here at this time?" Wu Mingyue asked.
The little eunuch said with a bitter face: "This slave and maid doesn't know, I really don't know."
Wu Mingyue turned her head and rushed towards the bow of Wu Zheng and shouted: "Brother Wu, here is a father-in-law looking for you."
Seeing that Wu Zheng couldn't hide, he just walked over and said, "Father-in-law, what kind of father-in-law? Is there anything wrong with me?"
Seeing Wu Zheng, the little eunuch immediately accompanied Wu Zheng and said with a smile: "Wu Hou, your Majesty asked Wu Hou to go to Baohua Building for a comment, and Wu Hou quickly disembark and go to Baohua Building with the servants!"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "What time is this, this lantern banquet will soon be over! At this time, I only have some leftovers in the past. Did you make a mistake about this father-in-law?"
"Oh my husband, how could the slave and maid make a mistake. Your majesty called you to go quickly in front of the hundred officials. How could it be the slave and the maid made a mistake. Wuhou, you can do it, don't make a joke with the slave. It’s too late, but the head on the servant’s neck is going to be too much to keep!"
"If this is the case, please wait a while, and I'll talk to my lady. By the way, can I take my lady too?"
The little eunuch thought for a while and said, "The empress did not say, but according to the rules, Wu Hou can take a lady."
"That's it! Let's forget it, bother my father-in-law and come here as soon as I go."
Wu Zheng turned around and explained the reason with Feier and Yin E, and finally made Cheng Xiaojinbai worry about it.
"Don't you want to go with me?" Wu Zheng asked Cheng Xiaojin.
Cheng Xiaojin shook his head quickly, shaking his head like a swell, and said: "If you don't go or not, I won't go and kill me. I can't afford to lose that person."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "You still dare to say shame when you go to your majesty's banquet. This shamelessness has not been heard by outsiders, otherwise your kid will inevitably hang on."
Cheng Xiaojin quickly explained: "I'm not talking about going to a banquet, but ashamed of the old man in my family. Don't you know, every year at the Lantern Festival, it is said that there is a celebration with hundreds of officials, but it is really about the birth of us generals. The monkey show. Your kid is not scared. He has a stomach of ink. The old man in my family is miserable. He doesn't know where he got a broken poem. Every day he talks to the ministers about the poem is the big tree branch, which is shameful. "
"Big tree branch? What big tree branch?"
"You'll know when you go. I promise that this year the old man will hold that big tree branch again if he drinks too much."
Wu Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. After greeted the two wives, he got off the painting boat and went to Baohualou with the eunuch.
The Baohua Building made a good start because of Wu Zheng's words, and the Jie Cou, which was originally controlled by the generals, was suddenly snatched back by the civil servants.
There is no way for those shirtless wrestling guys. The greasy ones are really disgusting. Once the shirts are torn off, the smell of bean paste can almost kill people.
Wu Zheng’s poems made people in the whole hall quiet. At this moment, it seems that regardless of civil and military, they are all captured by the artistic conception in the poem. Especially the unwilling military commanders, the poem is simply a matter of taste. It is written on their hearts.
Of course, there are also some guys who are completely immune to poetry, sitting in the crowd with their necks stretched out, just looking around blankly like groundhogs.
They don't know the goodness of this word, but they are not stupid. Looking at everyone's reactions now, they all know that Wu Zheng's word is really good. They only hate that there is no ink in their stomach and can't resonate with everyone.
Someone directly reacted and suggested to compose a poem from the beginning of Wu Zheng's poem, and then everyone reacted.
Wu Heng may also because of this poem, he no longer favors the generals in his heart. This is not to say that he blames Wu Zheng in his heart, but because Wu Zheng’s poem found that this masterpiece of taste is indeed better than looking at a few shirtless men. The guy who wrestled with Qingpi there is much more beautiful, at least this spiritual enjoyment is something that the group of killers can't give.
The poems of the civil servants shaking their heads and brains seemed very elegant, but the generals on the side could only stare at them, or drank sullenly while holding a hip flask, looking forward to your majesty’s lantern feast to end soon, this is really not a place to stay .
You are my essay, and the wenchen is more interested... (End of this chapter)