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Chapter 2249 Who wears whose clothes and who beats whose drum?(2/2)

On the venue in the middle of the banquet, the drum horn players were beating the snare drum while arranging in a neat formation. At one moment, they formed an array of long snakes, and at another, they formed an array of two dragons coming out of the water...

Cao Cao glanced slightly, and then looked at Guo Jia beside him.

Classmate Lao Cao doesn’t know Mi Heng.

Guo Jia shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not see Mi Heng.

"You Heng, where are you Zhengping?" After the drumming stopped, Cao Cao spoke slowly.

The clerk in charge of the process was so sweaty that he looked around hurriedly, and then found Mi Heng in the small courtyard, who was standing blankly thinking about the problem, "Why are you here?! Go quickly, go quickly!"

"Is it my turn to play?" Mi Heng was pulled, "Am I the last one to play?"

"Yes! Yes! That's right!" The clerk responded randomly, just hoping that Mi Heng would appear on the court, so that he would not have any responsibility.

"Oh..." Mi Heng raised his head, "So I am the finale... That's okay!"

Pick up the drumstick and hit it vigorously.

Mi Heng contained all his sorrow and indignation in the sound of the drum, making everyone cry when he heard it and sad when he heard it.

Of course, all this is just in Mi Heng's imagination. In fact, during the process of Mi Heng playing the drums, everyone just stared at Mi Heng, who was playing the drums very seriously in the venue.

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That's all.

Whether it's Cao Cao's side or Cui Yan's side.

Cao Cao and Cui Yan once again reached a certain consensus. Just when Mi Heng and the drummer were telling each other whether they were wronged or not, and whether they were liars or liars, everything was settled.

Cao Cao promised that after the spring plowing is over, that is, next month, a large-scale talent recruitment event that combines recommendation and review will be held in Yecheng, and in this recruitment event, Chen Qun and Cui Yan will serve as the examiners...

Cui Yan immediately said that under Cao Cao's wise leadership, the people of Jizhou lived a stable, harmonious and orderly life, happy and healthy, and full of hope.

So since the people in Jizhou live and work in peace and contentment, with stable prices, happiness and order, what do you mean by Mi Heng's words?

Of course it’s nonsense!

Who is real?

Who is fake?

Is authenticity so important?

So even if Mi Heng beats the drum to produce a flower, what's the use?

Just like Cai Cai, if Cao Cao didn't ask about Mi Heng, everyone present would immediately put the matter of Mi Heng into the distance. It's like in life, there is not only the present, but also poetry and the distant person.

distance.

So since Cao Cao and Cui Yan have already agreed to settle down, why should Yuanfang, er, Mi Heng appear?

Cao Cao smiled and nodded slightly, as if Mi Heng's drumming had the effect of cleansing the heart and shocking the soul. Even after Mi Heng's drumming stopped, he stretched out his hand and applauded gently.

Everyone just cheered along.

Cao Cao was very satisfied, so he smiled and looked around, only missing Mi Heng, and then he stayed on Cui Yan for one more breath.

Cui Yan also smiled and greeted Cao Cao slightly, but the hair on the back of his neck stood up a few times. When Cao Cao turned his attention elsewhere, he immediately gave Li Pan a wink.

Li Pan raised his eyebrows, picked up the bowl of syrup, and then used this action to wink at the clerk on the sidelines.

The clerk also wanted to wink at someone else, but the people around him had a higher position than him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth, take two steps shyly, and then point his finger at you.

Heng shouted: "Why don't Drum Master renovate it instead of Qingdao?"

Is it that important whether I wear the drummer's clothes or not?

Of course it's important.

Clothes generally represent a person's identity. What kind of clothes are handed down to different people, these are the rules, and the minor officials scolding Mi Heng for not wearing the drum official's clothes are actually accusing Mi Heng of not following the rules.

For example, later generations said that we should follow the process. The process is also a rule.

Cao Cao looked at Mi Heng with great interest. He didn't have any desire for Mi Heng's body, but he just wanted to see what Mi Heng would do in such a situation.

In this world, Cao Cao also knew that there were many people who scolded him, so one more Ni Heng was nothing. The key was whether Mi Heng was a talent and whether he could be used by himself.

So now...

Beat drums and cry out for injustice.

May I ask whose drum you are beating, and who is calling for injustice?

The originally noisy banquet suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Cao Cao looked at Mi Heng.

Cui Yan is also looking at Mi Heng.

Everyone present was looking at Mi Heng from top to bottom.

Countless eyeballs were floating around, filling every corner, on the beams, on the eaves, in the pillars, and even on the drum heads and drumsticks, they were glaring at each other.

Mi Heng knew that as long as he knelt down now, not only would he not have to change into the drummer's clothes, he would even be able to get a seat in the banquet, eat and drink together, rejoice together, and have his mouth full of oil together.

But is that really what Mi Heng wants?

Mi Heng's heart was very painful. Even though the place there had become a hollow, he still felt very painful.

Mi Heng dropped the drumstick and began to take off his clothes.

There was a rustling sound in the venue.

Mi Heng took off his clothes and stood naked in the field. He looked around, hoping that someone could find the scars on his body and the hole in his chest, but everyone in the field didn't seem to care about this. Their eyes were fixed on Mi Heng.

On Xiasan Road...

"Hey, there's quite a lot of hair..."

"Ha, your butt is perky!"

"It's a pity, it's just a little dark."

"Dark is good, you don't understand, I just like black, the darker, the more I like..."

Mi Heng wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He wanted to cry, but found there were no tears.

Mi Heng slowly picked up the drummer's Cen Mou from the ground, twisted it single-handedly, and put it on his body. Then he turned around and picked up the drumstick, and hammered it hard on the drum head. He wanted to put all the resentment in his heart into

Tell it to the sound of drums!

But just after knocking twice, the drum head was broken.

The drum head had a cracked mouth, like everyone in the audience laughing.

"This idiot!"

"This fool!"

"Does he know anything or not?"

"In my half-life, this is the first time I have seen such a fool!"

"It's embarrassing! Hahaha..."

Mi Heng wanted to find the next drum, but found that the other drums were in the hands of other drummers, and those drummers were holding their own drums tightly, staring as if they were afraid that Mi Heng was going to snatch them.

Their fates are the same.

"Hi……"

Mi Heng dropped the drumstick, turned around and strode away without saluting Cao Cao.

Everyone present looked at Cao Cao.

Cao Cao paused and smiled slightly: "I wanted to humiliate Heng, but Heng humiliated me instead. Hahahaha, interesting, interesting."
Chapter completed!
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