The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"What are the rumors? The gossip that circulates the most in the market."

"The thing he tinkered with, according to the eyes of the father, can only be seen by the scholars, but if it is the common people, it is definitely not happy."

"This thing is not as interesting as the "San Zi Jing" he made himself, is it?"

"Yes, yes, you are too right, dad, after what dad said, the child also thinks it's too gentle, and it's not suffocating at all."

"Yeah, yeah, I think so too."

Hearing the flattery of the boss and second child, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Continue to spit, Xingzi held the carrot-thick fingers across the enclave, and poked over the sample.

Cheng Chumo on the side hurriedly poured another glass of wine over to moisten his father's throat, and continued to flatter.

When Cheng Yaojin finished his comment, Cheng Chuliang couldn't help but squatted beside him for a long time.

"Father, since you think the third child is all a problem."

"Why don't you change him, it will be more disgusting for those sly gentlemen who don't open their eyes."

Cheng Chu on the side couldn't help but slap his thigh in silence.

"Father, the second child is right. Anyway, those guys won't deal with our old Cheng family."

Hearing the proposal of the second child Cheng Chuliang, he silently agreed with the boss Cheng Chuliang. Cheng Yaojin smashed his mouth.

"Um... it's not impossible, but the third child, how can you check this stuff?"

Cheng Chubi, who was drowsily asleep, heard this and turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"This kid, it's okay, you two are still stunned, not preparing pens, inks, papers and inkstones for Dad.

Let you two little dolls see the old man's ability to abandon literature and martial arts..."

"??" Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang looked at their fathers with awkward expressions, always feeling that these words were very wrong.

However, seeing the stare gaze from his father, the two brothers hurriedly followed his father's instructions to get busy.

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, was shocked when he heard that the master was going to splash ink himself, so he hurried to help himself.

Since the master has abandoned literature and martial arts for many years, the opportunity to write, paint, and paint is rare. However, as a heir to poetry and books, the contemporary Patriarch of the old Cheng family.

No matter what, the family members have to support each other for a long time. It's not a great effort to prepare with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Uncle Fu, Guan Shi Cheng Ji and Cheng Ping also stood in the hall, and the eldest son and the second son were also squatting on the side.

I saw Cheng Yaojin, who had been holding it all the year round, lifted the brush, and began to write calmly.

"Datang Li is the emperor, and the prestige is prosperous everywhere; the eldest Sun Xian is the queen, the mother of the Yiren yearns.

Dong'a's poems and calligraphy are famous for their poems and poems; Shanyang Lao Weichi is the best at winning..."

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In the early morning, Cheng Chubi opened his eyes slowly, but at this moment, he was still dizzy and hurriedly lay back.

Te Niang's... If it weren't for the absence of industrial alcohol in this era, Cheng Chubi would have doubted whether he had drunk fake wine at the house of the poor King Wu.

This is definitely not stamina, it is definitely a problem with the quality of the wine, or that this batch of grapes from his family may have too high methanol content.

After all, alcohol in this era is produced artificially, without mechanization, and it is normal to contain impurities, at most, high and low impurities.

Just when Cheng Chubi was lying on the bed, he was thinking about it, and he heard a knock on the door.

After Cheng Chubi yelled, he turned his head, and blinked his red eyes several times before he could see that it was the housekeeper Fu Uncle.

"Uncle Fu, why are you here?" Cheng Chubi gestured with a grin.

"The master, the eldest son and the second prince have all gone on business, and the prince specifically confessed that he asked the villain to come over and ask the third son of you."

"The thing that I brought back yesterday, but I have to leave it to the villain to handle it?"

Cheng Chubi rubbed his forehead to save serious business, his eyes swept away and landed on the spread tribute paper on the case table not far away.

"Yes, Uncle Fu, this matter has to be the same as last time. Don't let others know that it was passed down from our old Cheng family."

I saw the butler Fu uncle smiled confidently and patted his chest proudly.

"Hehe, San Gongzi, don't worry, what kind of business does our old Cheng family do? This little thing will definitely not make mistakes."

"Yeah, that's hard work, Uncle Rich. By the way, when will it be?"

"It's a meeting, it's three quarters before noon." The answer given by the butler Fu Uncle made Cheng Chubi a daze.

Leaning weakly on the couch, stop, it seems that today is not late, but may be absent from work for a long time, but today is to go to the Imperial Medical Office.

Only oneself manages others, is it possible that Zhang Yiling and others can check on their own attendance?

While thinking about it, Cheng Chubi closed his eyes peacefully again, and continued to fall asleep.

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, sighed helplessly when he saw San Gongzi's head touched the pillow and fell asleep.

I had to take up the tribute paper and leave the house lightly.

With little effort, this tribute paper has become several copies, after the manager Cheng Ping took it.

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, showed a look that you can rest assured when I'm doing things, and left quietly.

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When Cheng Chubi slept until after noon, he woke up from hunger and ate something. Only then did he feel that the whole person was finally repaid~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then he hurriedly went back again. The imperial medical office flew away.

At this moment, Zhang Yiling is playing against Wang Yiling, the two of you come and I will kill you.

Wang Yiling hesitated for a long time and fell a bit before stroking the white thick beard slowly.

"We Cheng Taichang didn't have anything to do today, and we didn't even go to our hospital to play cards."

Hearing this, Zhang Yiling couldn't help but puffed out and grinned. This was serious and authentic.

"Perhaps something has been delayed, otherwise Cheng Taichang is still very conscientious, regardless of whether it is windy or rainy."

"By the way, Cheng Taichang is also true. Every time the king of Sancha went to play cards in our imperial medical office, he did one after another with major events."

"That is, why can I win the emperor's favor?" Wang Yiling said sighfully.

"It's a pity, this year we have all the places in the Imperial Medical Office.

If I knew that Cheng Taichang was going to teach medicine in Hua Tuo, the old man would have to reserve a place for my good grandson. "

Zhang Yiling nodded in sympathy, and couldn't help sighing authentically.

"Yes, the two boys in my family are also longing for our Cheng Taichang's ability. All day long, I want to learn Cheng Taichang's ability to treat illnesses with a knife."

The family didn't know how many poultry had been poisoned by the two bastards, and even the chicken-producing hens in the mansion were not spared. It was a headache.

"...Who wants to learn how to use a knife to cure illnesses from Cheng?"

At this moment, I heard Cheng Taichang's voice coming from the direction of the public house.

"???"