Chapter 258 Mid-Autumn Festival, Yuan Tiangang
Mid-Autumn Festival.
It originated in ancient times and took its final form in the Tang Dynasty!
Li Shimin officially designated the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month as the Mid-Autumn Festival!
Family reunions, gatherings with friends, drinking, chatting, appreciating the moon, and composing a poem—all these contribute to leaving a lasting mark on history.
Of course, the Tang Dynasty did not have mooncakes, but it did have a type of military ration cake called Hu cake.
Later, Yang Yuhuan changed it to mooncakes.
The Mid-Autumn Festival in the Tang Dynasty was primarily a holiday...
We'll have three days off, and it'll be paid leave!
"Big pot, big pot..."
Choi Shin-ki arrived as promised.
When Wei Shuyu saw it, he realized that he had gone from using a musket to a cannon and even had a new set of clothes.
Why are you dressed so flashy?
"hey-hey……"
Choi Shin-ki rubbed his hands together: "Big brother, tonight Wanhua Pavilion is holding a banquet for the most beautiful courtesans. We have to make sure that Cui Xiang and Qing Lian are promoted to the top."
"..."
Wei Shuyu was taken aback.
yes!
This is exactly what a domineering son of a high-ranking official should do...
"That makes sense, absolutely makes sense!"
Wei Shuyu nodded solemnly.
"That big pot..."
Choi Shin-ki looked at Wei Shu-yu with a sheepish grin.
"how?"
Wei Shuyu was puzzled.
"Big pot, you don't understand chicken stuff."
Choi Shin-ki chuckled: "To become the top courtesan, money isn't enough; you also need famous scholars to write poems for her..."
"You don't want me to do something stupid, do you?" Wei Shuyu's eyes widened.
"That's right, that's right."
Choi Shin-ki nodded repeatedly: "I still remember your line, 'It scared the toad back to the mountain,' so vividly!"
"..."
Wei Shuyu's lips twitched: "Then I'll give you another one, 'Beating the toad until it turns into a dog!'"
"..."
Choi Shin-ki stared wide-eyed.
That's not right.
I could do that too!
"Big pot, it's not this, it's...it's the first three sentences!"
"Oh, the first three sentences..."
Wei Shuyu nodded seriously.
I don't have that many.
But look at Choi Shin-ki's longing eyes...
What is the purpose of the first three sentences?
Wei Shuyu scolded, "No matter how well someone says the first three sentences, you can just use the fourth sentence to beat them into a dog."
Holy crap!
That makes so much sense!
"Alright, I'm going to wash up now."
After saying this, Wei Shuyu left directly.
In the courtyard.
Wei Zheng rarely gets a vacation.
Holding a teacup, he strolled leisurely around the mansion and noticed Qin Shandao practicing martial arts diligently. He couldn't help but stop and watch for a while.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wei Shuyu leaving the house…
"Shuyu, come here!"
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, let's write a poem."
"..."
Wei Shuyu is a idiot.
Another poem?
I can't do it...
"Dad, writing poetry requires inspiration."
"Then think about it first, and then do it."
Wei Zheng nodded in agreement: "Today, we must compose one!"
"Why?" Wei Shuyu asked, puzzled.
Why?
As your father, I'm waiting to show off in front of His Majesty and my old friend!
"Just do what I told you to do, stop with the nonsense," Wei Zheng scolded, then turned and left.
"..."
So sons have no human rights?
Wei Shuyu sighed.
"Big brother, how's my training going?"
Seeing Wei Zheng leave.
Qin Shandao came forward again.
“Not bad.” Wei Shuyu nodded.
"Then write me a poem."
"Are you going to do that too?"
"Yes, I'm so serious. If you write a poem to praise me, my dad will know how serious I am."
"..."
Wei Shuyu is numb.
Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival or a poetry competition?
“When I have free time, I’ll do it…” Wei Shuyu replied perfunctorily.
In ancient times, you shouldn't have shown off; showing off would get you struck by lightning!
These three inferior fruits are in my belly.
well.
Wei Shuyu sighed.
"Big brother, big brother..."
Just then, Fang Yi'ai rushed in again.
"What brings you here, also writing poetry?"
"How did you know, brother?"
Fang Yi'ai's eyes widened: "Father asked me to write a poem to give to Princess Gaoyang."
"I've been thinking about it, isn't this simple?"
"Brother, you're such a good poet, you can just throw together a few lines."
Simple my ass...
Do you really think I'm Li Bai?
"Big brother..."
Seeing Wei Shuyu in a daze, Fang Yi'ai urged him on.
*Smack*
Wei Shuyu smacked him on the head with his other hand.
"What are you yelling for? You've interrupted my inspiration, the poem is ruined!"
ah?
Fang Yi'ai was dumbfounded.
Ignoring the pain in my forehead...
"Brother, think about it again."
"Big brother, can you write me one?"
"Big Brother, please help out at Wan Hua Ge tonight!"
The three chattered on and on, giving Wei Shuyu a headache from the constant chatter.
"Roll, roll, roll..."
Wei Shuyu stamped his foot and chased the three away like dogs.
Then he climbed over the wall and slipped away...
"The big pot ran away?"
The three goods stood in a row, looking up at the wall.
"What are you standing there for? Chase after them..."
Swoosh, swoosh.
The two of them rushed out of the Wei residence in one go.
Qin Shandao looked at the wall and tried jumping around a few times.
It's too short for me to reach.
"Brother Jiji, Brother Aiai, wait for me!"
Qin Shandao, with his short legs, chased after him.
Outside the courtyard.
Wei Shuyu had just landed when he dusted off his trousers and robe.
well.
It's hard to be a person.
It's harder to be like the ancients.
Being a plagiarist is worse than death!
That's enough.
Let's go hide for a while.
"Brother."
Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe came towards them.
His ethereal and otherworldly appearance made him look like a charlatan.
"Judging from your appearance, your eyes are lifeless and your forehead is dark, which suggests you may face a bloody disaster?"
God the hell, a bloody disaster!
I finally escaped the poetry den, and now I'm being scammed, huh?
"What you say makes sense, fellow Daoist!"
Wei Shuyu bowed respectfully and said, "I believe this bloodshed is related to you."
"How strange, how strange..."
The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned and shook his head again: "The bloodshed has disappeared again, which is really strange."
"Absolutely, absolutely."
Wei Shuyu replied in perfect cooperation, "That's because I used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to transfer it to you!"
Dry?
Kun?
The Eight Trigrams Shift?
The middle-aged Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted.
I started calculating carefully with my fingers.
The more I calculated, the more shocked I became...
"Fuck your mother!"
Finally, he slapped his thigh, pointed at Wei Shuyu, and cursed, "You scoundrel, you have no morals!"
"Follow my ass!"
Wei Shuyu raised his fist: "Believe it or not, I'll show you right now what bloodshed really means!"
Damn it.
They've tried to cheat and swindle me, and now they're even trying to cheat me?
Don't you know my father is Wei Zheng?
A righteous spirit can drive away all evil!
"Wang Fatan, how dare you touch my great pot!"
"Brother, don't be afraid, Yi'ai is here to help you!"
"Brother Jiji, Brother Aiai, don't move, I'll lead the way!"
Seeing Wei Shuyu raise his fist to punch someone, the three men immediately charged forward, howling.
Qin Shandao was the first to be attacked, and immediately launched a lightning-fast attack.
Bang.
He kicked the middle-aged Taoist priest to the ground with one kick.
Choi Shin-ki and Fang Yi-ai followed closely behind and began punching and kicking.
Ping-ping-pong-pong.
"Don't think that just because you're an adult I won't dare to beat you up!"
"Old man, you haven't even bothered to find out about the name of the legendary Yi'ai!"
"Brother Jiji, Brother Aiai, he's mine!"
Wei Shuyu's lips twitched.
We'll need the three of you to fight.
"Stop...stop hitting me!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest quickly begged for mercy: "I am Yuan Tiangang!"
Swish.
The three of them quickly scurried behind Wei Shuyu.
Yuan Tiangang.
Wow, they're really famous.
A fortune teller...
I heard they can even determine whether someone is alive or dead.
Yuan Tiangang struggled to his feet, covering his eyes and gasping for breath.
Damn it.
Isn't Chang'an a very safe place?
How come I've become like this after being away for a few years?
“You three, beating up this Taoist priest in the street, do you want to see the authorities?” Yuan Tiangang stubbornly cursed.
“Master Yuan is mistaken.”
Wei Shuyu replied with a serious expression, "This is physiognomy."
"I just predicted that you would suffer a bloody disaster; this is merely your time to face the calamity."
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