The First Family of Tang Dynasty

I have to admit that although God often likes to close people's doors, it still leaves a glimmer of hope for people after all.

Whether it's the window, the back door, or even the dog hole, in short, it fits the concept of the lack of heaven.

Anyway, it will leave you with a glimmer of life and let you see a glimmer of hope.

It's as if you are trapped in a room with no light at all, so you have to fumble in the dark room by yourself.

With good luck, I touched the doorknob a few times and opened it as soon as I pulled it. I saw the sun and a bright future.

Some luck, hehe, he reached out and touched a few, and directly touched the switch, and killed himself if he couldn't even find the light.

And Fang Jun is like the kind of hapless child who God is not willing to give him doors or windows.

It just left him a way to survive in unexpected places.

If it weren't for Cheng Saburo, the Bole-level boss who is best at discovering and digging for talent.

I'm afraid that Fang Jun will not find what kind of advantages his fat body can have for the whole life.

But now, his unique voice, which is slightly hoarse, but also very emotional, is just like the kind of soul singer called by later generations.

Even if he is asked to sing Wang Xiaoer for the New Year, he can also sing you the moving feeling of a selection of love songs.

After the song "That Snow in the Fifteen Years of Zhenguan" was sung again, a lot of Fang family members crowded into Fang Jun's small courtyard.

Everyone was surprised and muttered quietly, with such a weird tune, but the singing was so moving.

As if singing to the deepest part of your heart, gently teasing there.

With the excuse of serving tea, the little maid, Green Butterfly, who stayed in the house, looked at the eyes of her second son at the moment.

It was like a cute little Oriole looking at the delicious caterpillar. It was so bright that Fang Jun felt a tingling scalp.

Cheng Chubi stopped beating the drums and got a toothache from jealousy, Te Niang...

If this boy, this voice is given to Lao Tzu, the music circle of this world will definitely become my place.

Li Ke's jealousy hurts, Te Niang... Unexpectedly, the original rough masters' voices could be so touching.

I have to have such a voice, the entire Goulan Pavilion in Chang'an...Bah, baah, this king is a serious person.

"Brother Chubi, how did I sing?" Fang Jun looked very shy when facing the two brothers who looked straight at him.

"My son, you sang so nicely..." Little Green Butterfly looked at his son with a red face, her eyes were already full of little peach hearts.

"Aha...really?"

"You can't sing, you just have a voice."

Li Ke couldn't help but vomit in a low voice.

Cheng Chubi was more heroic and happier than Li Ke, smiling authentically.

"It's okay, you practice a few more times, come on, continue..."

"The first snow in the 16th year of Zhenguan, sing!"

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Fang Xuanling went down to the court and swayed back to her home. At this moment, she was walking in all directions and heading towards the study.

I saw that on the crossroad not far in front, there were two family members who were weeding and bragging.

"Unexpectedly, our second son actually has such a voice, and the sound of singing is like scratching on the apex of his heart."

"Yes, yeah, although I don't quite understand why the second son squatted outside Hanguang's gate to watch the two-wheeled carriage, he always felt that the lyrics were so bright...go...go master.

"If you're catchy, you'll be catchy, what do you do with the master?"

Another family member who was weeding there with the sickle in his hand was suddenly unhappy.

The family member of the scholar's brother's Lao Fang family, who can't even understand a word, is simply embarrassing to the Lao Fang family.

"The villain has seen the master." The Jiading who said the master bowed to Fang Xuanling with soft legs.

The weeder finally reacted and leaned over and bowed to salute.

"Ah, the villain has met the master."

"What were you talking about just now, what did the second son do?"

Fang Xuanling's face was stern and holding hands, and the temperament of Datang's first appearance was tightly grasped, and his aura was terrifying.

How dare the two elders conceal this from the elder, they naturally frankly flew the two demon moths of Cheng Sanlang and Li Sanlang to the house every day to find their second son.

Every day, I was there to teach my second son to sing a small song and reported it to the grandpa Fang.

Master Fang almost spewed sparks from his nostrils, his face changed from black to purple, from purple to red.

"Sing! Little! Song! Those two, those two boys..."

"How dare to do this, the old man asked Erlang to stay in the mansion properly, but it turned out to be good, the two boys actually jumped to the door to make a monster moth, it is unreasonable!"

Fang Xuanling's anger rose, and subconsciously began to pull his sleeves. "Where is the second son?!"

"The villain doesn't know, how about the villain go and ask the second son to come over to the master, please peace?"

"No, the old man will go and see in person." The grandfather Fang smiled gloomily, and walked away like this.

Seeing this scene, the two weeders shivered and looked at each other.

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Fang Jun is in his room at the moment, UU reading www.uukānshu.com is looking at the numbered musical notation that Brother Chubi left for him, and earnestly learning the knowledge of music theory.

After all, he never thought that he would have such a talent in this respect, especially the envy and envy of Brother Chu Bi and Brother Wei De, which made him feel extra enjoyment.

After all, everyone hopes that they have a certain aspect of talent, to be looked at highly.

In the past, Fang Jun was actually a little inferior with these two brothers who were much better than him.

But now, it's hard to find out that he has such a talent, if he doesn't work hard, it is really a muddy sludge waiting to die.

The green butterfly sitting on the side blinked his bright eyes and looked at the second son who was studying the numbered musical notation seriously.

After enduring it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but whispered authentically. "My son, can you sing it again?"

"Well, this is what Cheng San Gongzi and His Royal Highness confessed. You have to practice more and get familiar with it."

Hearing this, Fang Jun couldn't help but enjoy the expectant gaze of the lovely little maid, Ludie.

Why didn't he understand that it was Ludie that she wanted to listen to, but she likes to listen to her singing. Could it be that she would refuse?

"Okay, wait a minute, um... Forget it, the chopsticks have been sent back to the kitchen, you can bring me two pens."

"Okay, I'll get it!" Green Butterfly smiled sweetly, and hurriedly fetched two purple pens and handed them to Fang Jun respectfully.

But she hesitated to be authentic. "Why don't I go to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, if it breaks..."

"Haha... don't worry, I'm not Chu Bi brother." Fang Jun sniffed proudly and started to play with the pen.

And Fang Xuanling's footsteps just stepped into Erlang's small courtyard...