Mid-Autumn Festival.
It started in ancient times and was finalized in the Tang Dynasty!
Li Shimin officially designated August 15th as the Mid-Autumn Festival!
Family reunions, gatherings with friends, drinking, talking, admiring the moon, plus composing a poem will leave a mark in history.
Of course, there were no moon cakes in the Tang Dynasty, but there was a kind of military ration cake called Hu cake.
Later Yang Yuhuan changed it to moon cakes.
The Mid-Autumn Festival in the Tang Dynasty was mainly about a holiday...
Three days off, and it’s the kind of paid vacation!
"Cauldron, cauldron..."
Cui Shenji arrived as promised.
When Wei Shuyu saw it, he changed his shotgun for a cannon, and also changed into a new set of clothes.
"Why are you dressing up like this?"
"hey-hey……"
Cui Shenji rubbed his hands: "Big Guo, tonight the Wanhua Pavilion is holding an oiran banquet, and we have to hold Cuixiang and Qinglian to the top."
"..."
Wei Shuyu was stunned.
yes!
This is what a domineering second-generation official should do...
"It makes sense, it makes perfect sense!"
Wei Shuyu nodded seriously.
"That big pot..."
Cui Shenji looked at Wei Shuyu with a shy face.
"how?"
Wei Shuyu was puzzled.
"Da Guo, you don't know how to do it."
Cui Shenji chuckled: "I think you want to be an oiran. Having money is not enough. You have to have famous people write poems for the oiran..."
"You don't want me to do it, do you?" Wei Shuyu glared.
"Head to head."
Cui Shenji nodded repeatedly: "Big Guo, your words scared the toad back to the mountain. I still remember it fresh!"
"..."
The corner of Wei Shuyu's mouth twitched: "Then I will give you another song, and the toad will turn into a dog!"
"..."
Cui Shenji stared.
its not right.
I can do this too!
"Cauldron, it's not about this, it's about...the first three sentences!"
"Oh, the first three sentences..."
Wei Shuyu nodded matter-of-factly.
How could I meow so much?
But looking at Cui Shenji’s longing eyes...
"What's the use of the first three sentences?"
Wei Shuyu scolded: "No matter how good someone is in the first three sentences, can you just use the fourth sentence to beat him into a dog?"
Damn it.
That makes sense!
"Okay, I'm going to wash up."
After saying that, Wei Shuyu left directly.
In the courtyard.
Wei Zheng rarely took a vacation.
Holding a tea cup, he strolled around the house leisurely. When he saw Qin Shandao practicing martial arts seriously, 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 going out...
"Shuyu, come here!"
"Dad, what's going on?"
"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, let's write a poem."
"..."
Wei Shuyu Muggle.
Composing poetry again?
I can't...
"Dad, you need inspiration to write poetry."
"Then think about it first, and then do it after you think about it."
Wei Zheng nodded in agreement: "Today, we must make a song!"
"Why?" Wei Shuyu asked puzzledly.
Why?
As a father, I am waiting to show off in front of His Majesty and my old friends!
"Just do what you are told, there is so much nonsense." Wei Zheng reprimanded, turned and left.
"..."
My son has no human rights, right?
Wei Shuyu sighed.
"Brother, how do you think I'm practicing?"
See Wei Zheng leaving.
Qin Shandao came up again.
"Not bad." Wei Shuyu nodded.
"Then compose a poem for me."
"You want to do it too?
"Yes, I am so serious. If you write a poem to praise me, my father will know how serious I am."
"..."
Wei Shuyu felt numb.
Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival or a poetry competition?
"It's all in vain..." Wei Shuyu said perfunctorily.
In ancient times, you shouldn't show off, and you'll be struck by lightning if you show off!
Just these three melons and bad dates in my belly.
well.
Wei Shuyu sighed.
"Big brother, big brother..."
Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Yiai hurried in again.
"What's your business, writing poetry?"
"Brother, how do you know?"
Fang Yiai's eyes widened: "Dad asked me to write a poem and give it to Princess Gaoyang."
"I thought about it, isn't this simple?"
"My eldest brother is so good at writing poems, so I can just say a few lines."
Simple, your sister, simple...
You really think of me as Li Bai, right?
"Brother..."
Seeing Wei Shuyu in a daze, Fang Yiai urged him.
Snapped.
Wei Shuyu's backhand was a fool's errand.
"What is it called? Your inspiration was interrupted and the poem was gone!"
ah?
Fang Yiai was dumbfounded.
Ignore the pain on my forehead...
"Brother, think about it again."
"Brother, make a song for me."
"Big Pot, Wanhua Pavilion will help me tonight!"
The chattering of the three goods made Wei Shuyu's head hurt.
"roll roll roll……"
Wei Shuyu stamped his foot and drove away the three people like a dog.
Then he climbed up the wall and slipped away...
"The cauldron escaped?"
The three goods stood in a row, looking up at the wall.
"Why are you standing there, chasing after..."
Whizzing.
The two guys rushed out of the Wei Mansion.
Qin Shandao looked at the wall and tried jumping a few times.
Too short to reach.
"Brother Jiji, brother Aiai, wait for me!"
Qin Shandao chased after him with his short legs.
Outside the hospital.
Wei Shuyu just landed and dusted off his trousers and robe.
well.
Being a human being is difficult.
It’s even harder to be an ancient person.
Life is worse than death for writing essays!
That’s all.
Go hide first.
"Bro."
At this moment, a middle-aged man came forward, wearing a Taoist robe.
The appearance of Xianfeng Daogu is quite like that of a magic stick.
"I look at your face. Your eyes are dull and your hall is black. Are you afraid of a bloody disaster?"
God, your uncle’s bloody disaster.
After finally escaping from the poetry nest, another scam happened, right?
"Fellow Taoist is right!"
Wei Shuyu bowed in a dignified manner: "I see that this bloody disaster is related to you."
"It's weird, it's weird..."
The middle-aged Taoist frowned again and shook his head: "This bloody disaster has disappeared again. It is really strange."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Wei Shuyu responded in a very cooperative manner: "That's because I used the Great Shift of the Universe to transfer it to you!"
Do?
Kun?
Gossip moved?
The middle-aged Taoist's pupils shrank sharply.
Start counting carefully.
The more I calculate, the more shocked I become...
"I'm your mother!"
Finally, he slapped his thigh and pointed at Wei Shuyu and cursed: "Young man is immoral!"
"Speak to your uncle!"
Wei Shuyu raised his fist: "Believe it or not, I will show you what a bloody disaster is right now?"
Damn it.
You cheated and tricked me?
Don’t you know my father is Wei Zheng?
A whole body of righteousness drives away all evil!
"Wang Fa sighed, how dare you touch the cauldron!"
"Brother, don't be afraid, Yiai is here to help you!"
"Brother Jiji, brother Aiai, don't move, I'll take the lead!"
When San Guo saw Wei Shuyu raising his fist to hit someone, he immediately rushed up screaming.
Qin Shandao was the first to bear the brunt, coming up with a flying kick.
boom.
One kick knocked the middle-aged Taoist down.
Cui Shenji and Fang Yiai followed closely and started punching and kicking.
Ping ping ping pong.
"Don't think that because you are an adult, I won't dare to beat you!"
"Old man, why don't you ask for the name of my beloved boss!"
"Brother Jiji, brother love, he is mine!"
Wei Shuyu's mouth twitched.
It's up to the three of you to fight.
"Stop...stop fighting!"
The middle-aged Taoist quickly begged for mercy: "I am Yuan Tiangang!"
Uh-huh.
The three goods quickly shrank behind Wei Shuyu.
Yuan Tiangang.
It's so famous.
Specialized in fortune telling...
I heard it can also determine life and death for people.
Yuan Tiangang stood up with support, covered his eyes and gasped.
Damn it.
Isn’t the public security in Chang’an very good?
How come this Taoist has become like this after being away for several years?
"You three, if you beat me in the street, do you want to see the official?" Yuan Tiangang scolded stubbornly.
"Master Yuan's words are wrong."
Wei Shuyu replied seriously: "This is the art of physiognomy."
"I just calculated that you would suffer a bloody disaster, but now it's just a disaster."
