The First Family of Tang Dynasty

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Cheng Chubi looked at Uncle Li with a smile and gentle expression, and then glanced at the literati who was surrounded by Uncle Li.

Hmm...Nine out of ten people with bad intentions. Including the grandfather of Fang, who he has the life to save his wife.

Seeing this old guy laughed in amusement and refreshed appearance, could it be...Does this think he shouldn't save his mother-in-law?

Hmm...Should you talk to Fang Er, your father is afraid that he wants to marry Er Fang.

Cheng Chubi was about to speak, and his father next to him was happy.

"Why, you guys, you lost a while last time, didn't you feel unwilling?"

"Last Double Ninth Festival, since we are comparing poetry and prose, today we are in this Weicheng camp, it is better to let your majesty take another good treasure to win the prize."

"Let's draw down the road, Bibi fists and bows to see who can win the first place."

"Okay! Your majesty, the minister agrees," Yu Chi gong happily, and quickly raised his hands to shout loudly.

"Ha! This is a good idea, Your Majesty, the minister thinks it can be."

"Last time at the Double Ninth Festival, we didn't talk to you literati.

Today in Daying, shouldn’t Naer and others follow the customs and make gestures..."

A gang of people are doing no evil, and the rough masters who have been robbed by the fire rushed over.

Loudly supporting Cheng Yaojin's cheeky suggestion was nothing but cheering.

Originally still smiling and reserved, speaking witty, the handsome and handsome civil servants all brushed their faces black.

The gods who go to the countryside and follow the customs, actually have to show to the gentlemen who are only good at Wangbaquan, you are so shameless to say such brazen words!

His majesty, the wise Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Uncle Li burst into a burst of mentality in an instant, wishing to shoot Cheng Yaojin, a shit-stirring stick, into the Yellow River with his toes.

Fortunately, the first man in the Datang military has repeatedly led the soldiers of Datang to the military **** Li Jing who has won again and again.

Blowing the beard stood up staringly, and gave a vicious glance at the gang of wicked bastards. .

"Don't be jokes, the soldiers are already packing up, and they are about to expedition."

"Lao Aiqing Li is right, Cheng Qing don't want to mess around." Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but stare at Cheng Yaojin and said.

Cheng Yaojin smiled, slapped his son Cheng Chubi who was expressionless, but his stomach was almost cramped.

"The third child, today is an expedition for my father, you, uh uh..."

"???" Cheng Chubi looked at his father who winked at himself with a dazed expression, what do you mean?

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At this moment, Cheng Yaojin was not happy. "You boy, how can you do this? You can write poetry to your nephew Wei Tuo.

Can't you also make a song to send him off to make him happy? "

The emotion that had just been suppressed just now became enthusiastic again.

Especially Yu Chigong's unhappy face, now smiles like a Mo Ju who is about to lose.

"Haha, it makes sense, the old Cheng is really human, Cheng Saburo, don't hurry up to write a song for your father, and make a name for your father."

"Well, it makes a lot of sense to deal with Nephew Bi, this is your father, and the relationship is closer than Nephew Wei Tuo, hurry up."

Li Ji, the insidious man who laughed and tested, speaks most viciously.

"This is your father, so close, you have to write two poems to be worthy of your father's nurturing grace."

Cheng Chubi was about to be in the wind, no, he was crazy and messy.

I can't wait to come to a poem to boil beans and burn dou dichotoma now, and my father forced his son to be too anxious.

Even the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, a middle-aged beer belly man of the same bloodline as a bad prince, Li, at this time, also urged him with his beard.

"Cheng Qing's remarks deeply impressed me, Cheng Saburo, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and write a poem to your father."

The brothers who cut chicken heads and burnt yellow paper are already laughing like wild dogs.

This guy Li Ke is holding the flagpole and pointing here with a grinning expression. Only the two elder brothers buried their heads in shame.

It seemed that he wanted to follow the soldiers not far away, and dig a hole with his spear and stay there until the end of the world.

It was the Crown Prince Li Chengqian who looked at Cheng Chubi with bright eyes and clenched his fists at him, as if cheering on his best friend.

At this time, Changsun Wuji stroked his long beard, smiled and said to Li Shimin who was grinning.

"Your Majesty, the minister feels that with Cheng Saburo's great talent, it is too simple to write a farewell poem. It would be better to arrange a topic for him..."

"Arrangement topic?" Li Shimin turned his head to look at Changsun Wuji, a confidant and uncle, with a look of horror.

The crowd who had been laughing and joking also suddenly fell silent, and their ears were stunned.

"Yes, your Majesty only decided a few days ago that the ministers of merit can be painted in the Lingyan Pavilion."

"In that case, let Cheng Saburo write a poem with this theme..."

Cheng Yaojin's face sank, the corner of his mouth raised, and he was about to start spraying, but he didn't want to. Cheng Lao San jumped out by himself.

"Eldest Sun Shangshu, how about a small minister composing a poem for you?"

"???" Changsun Wuji was taken aback, then turned his head to look at Cheng Chubi who was standing in front of him with an unhappy expression on his face.

Cheng Yaojin looked at his third child, hehe and he was happy. "You kid, all right... Come on, quickly flatter your eldest grandson.

Maybe he is happy and rewards you with three melons and two dates to make you happy. "

Among the civil servants, there was an endless stream of chuckles. As for a vote of famous generals in the Tang Dynasty, a few of them held their stomachs and laughed crookedly.

Changsun Wuji's middle-aged blessed face turned black in an instant, trying to squeeze out a reserved smile, but his facial muscles were a little out of control.

God flattering, Cheng Yaojin, your wife can't speak a little more gentle?

Li Shimin's expression became very weird. With those words of Changsun Wuji, he was naturally slapped by Li Shimin.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Laosan, this little baby, is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and wants to catch anyone. Tut tut...

"Oh? Hahaha...You kid, you are very energetic, what does Changsun Qing think?"

As His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin smiled and said to Changsun Wuji.

"If this kid is good at composing poems~www.wuxiaspot.com~, then you have to have good luck."

Changsun Wuji glanced at his brother-in-law, and saw his brother-in-law's disguised seriousness, which was very unsound and happy.

Long Sun Wuji had a happy, middle-aged blessed, wide-hearted and fat Long Sun Wuji stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms.

The dignified official of the Tang Dynasty, the uncle of the country, is also a penniless lord. Seeing this guy froze for a long time, he couldn't figure out the posture of a copper plate.

Cheng Chubi was not happy anymore. Your majesty is dead, what do you mean by picking and picking sousou?

"Changsun Shangshu, how about you and your majesty's double ninth banquet, like the color of the head, untie the waistband and reward the official?"

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