The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Until all the Ouchi guards had left, a group of young people were still speaking heartily and repenting of their sins.

Until I heard the heavy door slam shut, I heard the clash of the brass lock and the key.

A contrite young man stood up at the same time, poked his head and looked towards the darkness.

But seeing nothing, Cheng Chubi couldn't help poking Li Ke with his hand, pointed at the dark place, and made a gesture of opening his mouth.

Li Ke glared at Cheng Saburo unhappily. This king is not the dog you trained to gnaw at bones, so I opened my mouth and opened my mouth.

I could see Brother Chu Bi making frequent gestures and urging. On the other side, Li Zhen also came over to instigate him. In desperation, Wu Wang Li Ke could only clear his throat and whispered infinitely softly.

"Father."

"..." Cheng Chubi looked at the black line on his face, His Royal Highness Wu, whose voice was not much louder than that of mosquitoes talking about love, and sincerely encouraged him.

"Brother Xian, please don't call out so softly to my ears, loudly."

Li Ke wiped his face with some embarrassment, mainly because it was a little bit fictitious, for fear that his voice would be louder, and his father, who was carrying a big stick, really jumped out.

Then he beat himself violently, what a shame.

But under the urging of other people, Li Ke finally yelled.

Nothing happened for a long time, but the question is, can you rest assured?

Li Ke, his own son, was not at ease, and the others did not dare to be at ease.

However, it was quiet for two quarters of an hour, and there was no more movement outside, and everyone finally breathed out in relief.

Qin Huaidao threw himself on the couch, with a look of emptiness and loneliness.

"Originally I thought I would come here to be a hero, but it turned out to be better. Not only was it targeted by Xue Lao Er, but now he was fined by his majesty and had to eat three days of prison food, alas..."

"Yes, three days of prison food is fine, but how can we cook these three days."

When Cheng Chubi saw that Brother Yigan's morale plummeted, he happily walked toward the couch where he was sleeping and lifted the bedding.

Then he lifted one of the bed boards in the quizzical gaze of a gangster.

Waiting for the eyes to shine brightly, Cheng Chubi immediately raised his fingers and put them in front of his mouth, and then put them back.

In the next three days, the young people kept a low profile a lot.

Although other entertainment and leisure projects are gone, somehow they are accompanied by bamboo plaques, allowing a group of very energetic young people to survive the early winter in the prison of Dali Temple...

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At the moment, Shi Lang Zheng was sitting in the carriage, swaying in the direction of home. Compared with Chang'an, Luoyang made him feel like a fish in water.

After all, his hometown is here, he was born in Sri Lanka, grew up in Sri Lanka, learned from Sri Lanka, and his relatives and friends are also in this land.

Even their bookstores of the Zheng family are mostly concentrated here. It can be said that the Zheng family has at least half the right to speak in the printing industry in the Central Plains.

As for the bookstore in Luoyang City, two-thirds are related to the old Zheng family.

Only at this moment, he suddenly heard the communication from outside the car, and he was taken aback.

"Brother Liu, where did you buy this? Brother, I remember this "Luoyang Peony Collection" is out of stock a long time ago?"

"You don't know Brother Xian, I just went to the bookstore over there and wanted to buy the "Luoyang Peony Pavilion".

As a result, I did not expect that not only "Luoyang Peony Pavilion" has arrived, and this "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection" is also on sale, and it is also very cheap. "

"Really? I have to go and take a look at that little brother, otherwise the stock will be out of stock for a while, then I will regret it too much. Brother Liu will leave."

"Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection" is on sale again?" Zheng Shilang's face couldn't help but sink.

This year, because that gang of vulgar martial artists swept the Chinese language altar at the Luoyang Peony Festival, all the poems and fus on the above were all children of that gang of martial artists.

This is definitely the most shameful time since the Luoyang Peony Festival started.

Even if it is suppressed by those unfamiliar scholars, it is still a little better, after all, everyone is regarded as a gentleman series.

But that group of Zi Chengri only knew that the crude martial artist who was playing with guns and sticks had swept the Chinese language altar, and it was like a slap in the face that made the faces of the talents of the Central Plains family red and swollen.

Even the Shandong clan and the Jiangdong clan all laughed at the Central Plains clan.

Even a bunch of vulgar martial artists are inferior to them, and they still have the face to claim to be heirs of poetry and books. Such rumors made all the aristocratic families who participated in the event headed by Xingyang Zheng's face black.

I can't wait to chop up everything in this year's Luoyang Peony Festival and throw it directly into the pit, then cover it with soil, pretending that nothing happened.

It's a pity that the gang finally got their literary talents, and Wu Xun's heavy minister, who had the top spot in the Central Plains, would not agree.

It was precisely because of pressure that the Zheng family had to perfunctorily printed 5,000 copies of "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection", but except for the nearly 1,000 copies bought and put on display by those military officials.

The rest of the "Luoyang Peony Collection" were all paid for by many families from the Central Plains. UU reading www.uukanshu.com collected all the "Luoyang Peony Collection" on the market.

As for what to use, hehe, even if it is used to start a fire, use it to probe the butt.

It's impossible to let this kind of stuff that humiliates and slaps their faces on the market.

But now, hearing the news, Zheng Shilang's face instantly became ugly, he opened the curtains of the car, and ignoring the cold wind entering the car, his eyes scanned the scholar next to the car.

It happened to see the cover of the book in his hand, which was the "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection" that I had seen before.

With a dark face, Zheng Shilang lowered the curtains and gave a low voice. Soon, the carriage began to change its course and hurried towards the residence of the Zheng family who was in charge of the bookstore.

Master Zheng Er, at this moment, is staying in the study at ease, enjoying the exuberant warmth of the iron stove. He is only wearing thin clothes, and he is enjoying a book with pictures and words in his hand.

The maid who was boiling water and making tea soup, from the corner of her eye, swept the book.

Seeing the men and women above who are not wearing clothes to cover their bodies, bah... it's too rude. The maid hurriedly lowered her eyes with some flushing face, but the painter's brushwork was really powerful, and she painted vividly.

Just when Master Zheng Er saw his eyes shining brightly, he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming towards this side.

Then, the door of the originally closed study was pushed open all at once, and a cold wind rushed directly into the warm study.

Directly blowing Master Zheng Er's body into goosebumps frantically, the book in his hand was thrown away, and it was about to happen, and he saw his cousin Zheng Shilang striding in with an unhappy face.

"..."