The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Well, in short, your Majesty is happy, we dare not be honest people to expose the truth.

Changsun Wugu patted her husband's arm with one hand, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the husband in front of him with bright eyes and sighed lightly.

"But the husband has been wronged, and a benevolent husband like the husband will not punish his ministers for his likes and dislikes."

Li Shimin's heart warmed, and he held the gentle catkin of Changsun Wuguo. "Don't mention the bad things, how is the father's body?"

Well, it's better to change the subject at this time. Certainly can't tell the truth about Guanyin maidservant.

It was the **** Cheng Yaojin who took that picture of his heartbroken stepping in the spring to anger. Fortunately, no other courtiers were there at the time.

He had to leave his signature and seal, and even said that for this masterpiece, the youngest of his family had trouble sleeping at home because he didn't want to eat or drink at home.

I'm afraid that it will be delayed like this. In case of illness, there will be no way to treat Qin Qiong.

Well, if it weren't for Qin Qing's life-threatening reasons, he would definitely take up a big stick and beat this shameless **** out of the palace.

"Father's illness is a bit more serious than last year."

"But these days, I got the diagnosis and treatment of two Taoist leaders, Sun and Yuan, and took medicine, which relieved a little, but it's still..."

Speaking of this, Changsun Wugu's eyebrows frowned lightly and sighed leisurely.

Seeing Wuguo's sad expression, Li Shimin gently took his beloved wife into his arms and comforted him in a low voice.

"Kuanyin maid, don't worry, I have already made an order to find famous doctors everywhere, and there will be thousands of doctors who will eventually cure the disease of the father."

"The husband's filial piety, the father is also very pleased." The grandson Wugou smiled, and somewhat mischievously pulled out his husband's sideburns.

"If you have such a good match, what does your husband want..." Li Shimin's eyebrows were filled with a smile.

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The nobleman Yan Liben raised the pen and looked at the newly completed painting carefully. When he saw one of the brushwork, it seemed a little vain.

I couldn't help but frowned, put down the pen and sighed, then took up this picture if it was passed on to later generations.

The works that are bound to be handed down masterpieces are pulled into a ball by the students, and they are thrown into the bamboo basket aside.

I picked up the tea soup and took a sip. It seems that my inspiration is gone today, so I will try again another day.

If the painting is not satisfied, it should not be spread. This is the conscience and sense of responsibility of an artist.

He also stepped out of the studio, and saw the next person rushing towards this side in a panic.

"Master, the master is not well, Lu Guogong came to the door."

"??" Yan Liben was confused all over.

Lu Guogong, isn't it just the father of Cheng Lao San, who has a negative talent in painting art, and the noble and noble bully Cheng Yaojin?

The old man has never met him. What does it mean that he hits the door?

While thinking about it, he saw that Cheng Yaojin, who was burly like a human bear, was striding towards this side with a long wooden box in his hands.

"Hahaha, old Yan, the old man finally caught you."

Those big eyes staring like bronze bells, the bright eyes, the greedy eyes like robbers, and the arrogant tone of the overbearing mountain king.

"The general stay here, the officer is with you, and there is nothing wrong with you." Yan Liben's face turned pale when he heard it, and he almost turned his head and ran away.

"Look at you, our brothers are somehow former colleagues of the Qin Palace.

Now that they are ministers in the same house, they can be regarded as old friendships. When they meet, they can’t be affectionate, drink a little wine to relive the fellowship? "

Cheng Yaojin wasn't happy anymore. How come these gang of Ziwenchens are so embarrassed one by one.

Talking to them was hard, and there was no big-heartedness.

Hearing these words, Yan Liben just huh.

The old man is a well-known artist who will be bought as a treasure for scraps of paper at home.

You won’t be able to talk with you, a fierce, angry man and goddess, in this life, and it will not be possible in the next life.

Waiting for Cheng Yaojin to stand in front of him, looking at his burly figure like an iron tower, his face was savage and arrogant.

The bull's eye like a copper bell can shoot out murderous light, and the huge slap can squeeze a person's head like an egg.

The white teeth showing from the smile seem to be able to bite a living person as food...

The muscles all over the body, which were about to shatter the clothes, were obviously heart-palpiting. This was a template for the eighteen-layer **** great devil!

"Old Yan, what are you looking at?" Cheng Yaojin looked at Yan Liben, who was quiet as a chicken, and couldn't help being a little curious.

Yan Liben is willing to help others and love to make friends so that his artistic life will not be stifled by half.

He showed a reserved smile, with a faint smile, and hurriedly paid a respectful salute to the noble bully.

"It is really an honor for Yan Mou to remember that General Cheng Dawei came to visit in the past, please have me soon..."

Yes, the focus is on art, not life.

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In Lu Guo Gong's mansion, Cheng San Gongzi's house, Cheng Chubi was sitting behind the desk, his eyes were majestic, with a stick in one hand.

The three bear children who had just been sent back by Cheng Chubi with a stick to do their schoolwork, stared at the "Thousand Characters" in front of them, and yawned.

Seeing this appearance, Cheng Chubi was also panicked, thinking about it, um, hit a stick, and should relax these bear children.

How to relax? Cheng Chubi quickly came up with a good idea.

"It doesn't matter if you are all so sleepy, today... what story shall I tell?"

The faces of the three bear children turned black for an instant, and they looked at each other.

"Brother, don't tell the story, can I do it, I will write my homework." Cheng Laowu collapsed on the case table in despair.

Cheng Lao Siqiang endured grief and told lies against his will.

"Yes, brother, although we like to listen to you tell stories, but we have to write schoolwork now, next time."

"It's the same for me."

The sixth man panicked his hand in a panic on the case several times, and finally turned the pen out, and quickly raised it to show that he was also a good teenager studying hard.

"Don't worry, this little story is not long, you guys are happy, just do your homework."

Cheng Chubi ignored the plea of ​​the three younger brothers, blinking his eyes, yes.

"This is a historical story, you should be able to understand it.

One day, a knowledgeable elder asked his disciple. ‘What kind of horse is Guan Yu riding in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Does any of you know. ’

As a result, the group of disciples in front of him did not answer, and the elder had to prompt one sentence. Think about it, this horse, Lu Bu has also ridden it.

At this moment, one of the disciples' eyes lit up and replied loudly. "Diao Chan"

The elder was furious, and shouted violently at the crime. "Asshole, what the old man asked was during the day...haha, I rode during the day..."

The three younger brothers looked dumbfounded and laughed, so he could not sit still, and threw the stick to the third brother who was rolling and laughing wildly while holding his belly.

Cheng Laosi leaned on the case table with his head in discomfort. "Here again...what the **** is Diao Chan?"

"Maybe it is the one you know, right?" Cheng Laowu continued to feel weak.

"Is it delicious?" Cheng Laoliu's eyes lit up, almost dripping out of his saliva.

I still remember the Zhile Monkey I had eaten last year, but I caught it and fried it and fragrant.

"!!!"