The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi, who was laughing wildly, turned black, and was choked into his trachea by his saliva.

At this moment, a bold and hearty laugh faintly came from outside.

"Father! Dad must be back!" The three younger brothers' eyes lit up, as if three black lightning flashes disappeared outside the door in an instant.

After coughing for several times, Cheng Chubi turned his head to look at the rice paper that was blown up by the wind, feeling helpless.

These three little **** didn't have to study hard, and they ran faster than the dogs, which made Cheng Chubi, the old Cheng family's culture, bear the pressure multiplied.

When Cheng Chubi arrived in the front hall, he saw the three younger brothers looking at his father, Cheng Yaojin, with his hands on his hips and grand laughter, admiringly.

"Wow ha ha ha... the third child is here too, and see what this is."

Following the direction of Cheng Yaojin's finger, Cheng Chubi saw the guard leader Cheng Jie, the housekeeper Cheng Fu, the kitchen manager Cheng Ji, and the tent manager Cheng Ping.

Well, the capable cadres of the old Cheng family: "robbing the rich and helping the poor" were divided into two groups, and they all proudly hung up two calligraphy and paintings that had already been mounted.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but his eyes lit up. What did he see? He saw the one painted by Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.

There are also Datang prince Li Chengqian and Shu king Li Ke writing on it, as well as the most beautiful cub of the old Cheng family who drew two pictures of spring breeze.

At this moment, there is a line of words on it, although it is far away, it is not clear to see that Cheng Yaojin has already answered it by the side.

"This is your Majesty's signature and seal, haha, how about it, hand it to Daddy, it will definitely be done?"

"Father, you are really this." Cheng Chubi convincingly raised his thumb.

I originally thought that my father was not ashamed, but I didn't expect Li Shimin to sign the seal.

Cheng Yaojin raised his eyebrows happily when he saw the adoring gaze of the youngest man.

"But your majesty has something to say, his masterpiece is not allowed to hang in the main hall.

It can only be appreciated by our old Cheng family, and we must not leak it, otherwise it will be punished as the crime of deceiving the monarch. "

Cheng Chubi listened unhappily. It seems that Uncle Li really lacks an understanding of animation art.

When Cheng Yaojin saw that his son seemed to be in a bad mood, he patted Cheng Chubi on the shoulder and comforted him.

"It's okay, just hang it at home. It's not bad for my family to appreciate it. Anyway, this is a good treasure that can be used to inherit the family."

"What Dad said is, but this one...this one is wrong." Cheng Chubi only noticed the other one, his eyes widened, a little dazed.

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No, it's obviously a pocky face, why has it changed now, and turned into seven people?

"This picture of Yan Langzhong... the pockmarked face you gave to Dad before. Dad originally wanted him to sign it with a seal."

"Who knows that the old man is not happy to live and die, and he has to ask for that numb face back.

Of course the old man is not happy, but Lao Yan said that at any rate, I have to have friendship with the old man for more than ten years. If you want to give it to me, you will give me a nice picture.

Finally, I repainted a new one for our old Cheng's family, and replaced the pockmarked face. "

"Father thinks this picture is crowded and festive, so I changed it with him."

Cheng Yaojin stroked the thick beard like a steel needle, and said to Cheng Chubi and Yan Yue.

"If you don't think it's possible, Dad will come back for you."

Cheng Chubi leaned closer and saw this new painting. Can not help but brighten up his eyes.

On this wide scroll of at least three feet, a total of seven figures are drawn, one of which is very large, standing in the center.

It is a portrait of a person with a thick beard and face like a Vajra Vedic, a hideous face, glaring eyebrows, and a mountain inscription.

Holding a magic weapon that looks a bit like a big axe in your hand? Step on tigers and leopards, and around this magnificent heavenly god-like figure.

There are six smaller portraits of gods and generals with different looks, but they are also hideous, fierce and evil, with all-out beards and hairs.

It seems that the weapons they hold in their hands are also similar to the main characters in the middle, and they are also similar to sharp weapons like the big axe.

"Father, this is this one, this one is beautiful." Cheng Chubi's eyes beamed with joy. My father goes out, one is the best.

"Father, you are really good. Not only did you want to sign, but you also got such a big picture. You can change seven for one person and make a profit."

Cheng Yaojin happily happily took a copy with both hands, and the two bear children, the fifth and sixth, were picked up by Cheng Yaojin one by one.

The two boys screamed and screamed with their big beards, and then let go of them contentedly.

"This painting is full of gods and shapes. It is indeed a vivid and rare masterpiece." Cheng Chubi took a few steps back contentedly, and the more he looked at it, the better it became.

I even feel that the characters are familiar. Could it be that I have seen similar paintings in later life?

"Father, this one is beautiful, where are you going to hang it?"

Cheng Chubi said as he swept across this hall, which was obviously very elegant. I feel a little stubborn...

In the blank space in the hall, there were either knives, guns or weapons hanging, or the furs of beasts that Cheng Yaojin had hunted himself.

There is even a tattered military flag and a tattered iron helmet, which are said to be the glorious evidence of the victory of the father before the battle.

"Such a hideous character with a helmet and armour is very much in line with the style of our old Cheng family,"

Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard for a long time, pointed to a place and shouted at Cheng Jie. "Go and peel off the bear skin, and hang up this old Yan painting."

Cheng Chubi dare not comment on the aesthetics of his father who likes physical education. But this fierce painting hanging in this hall is a surprising fit.

Well, the style is very old Chengjia.

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At this time, the eldest brother and the second elder brother also went back to the mansion, and just happened to hit this scene. A family of seven pure men and rough men stood together in the hall.

Received the influence of Yan Da's artist and His Majesty the Emperor of Tang Dynasty.

"I saw these paintings. I also think they look good. They are so beautiful, Dad, the child is so eye-catching." These are the original words of the eldest brother Cheng Chumo.

"The mountains are good, the water is good, the horses, the birds are good, and the people are good, so children can't bear to look away." These are the original words of the second brother Cheng Chuliang.

Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like a steel pin and smiled kindly.

"That's not it, Dad feels the same way. Looking at these paintings, Dad feels as refreshed as if he had poured a few cups of three-leaf pulp."

Listening to the conversation between his father and the two elder brothers, Cheng Chubi smiled and twitched the corners of his mouth to show his attachment.

Well, this is the end of the lack of nine-year compulsory education and unwillingness to read books.

Sung-il only knows the end of dancing knives and fists, drinking and playing fists, and even the **** is too jerky, and the words of praise are so dry that it makes people sad.

Cheng Fu carefully put away the paintings of Uncle Li, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Ready to hang in the back house, it will become a precious collection that the Lu Kingdom can't declare to the public.

The boss, who carefully looked at this portrait of a character with all forms and spirits, turned his head fiercely, glanced at his father, and then at the painting.

Such repetition made Cheng Chubi feel suspicious. "Brother, you look at the painting and then at your father, what's wrong?"

"Don't you see it? How do I feel that the hero in this painting looks exactly like Dad."

"???"