The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Master Zheng Er didn't expect that his third uncle, who had a successful career, would suddenly appear here.

Seeing a powerful cousin at this moment, how could he dare to complain, he quickly got up and gave a salute.

"I have seen Uncle Santang."

"Guangzhong don't need to be polite, the old man came to look for you, it is serious..." Zheng Shilang strode forward, came to the front, raised his hand to support Zheng Er, his eyes moved down.

Then I saw the book spread out on the table with very shabby pictures.

The meticulous depiction, as well as the air on the paper, made Zheng Shilang's eyes brighten.

Turning to a black line on his face, he glared at Master Zheng Er very seriously. Then her eyes slanted, the maid quickly retreated to the outside of the study and closed the door of the study.

Shilang Zheng just sat down, hating iron and steel, patted the exquisite painting book and groaned.

"Guangzhong, in broad daylight, you don't specialize in academic studies, but you are reading such miscellaneous books?"

"Don't forget, I, Zheng Clan in Xingyang, rely on heirs of poetry and books, not on these idle books."

"Before, your father sent a special letter to inform the old man, let the old man urge you more, don't think that you can't enter the official position, you can act recklessly, and Chengri will have fun with those dudes, which will ruin the reputation of my Zheng family."

Although he was only a few years younger than the third uncle, Zheng Er was born and trained by the high-ranking third uncle to resemble a grandson of gray, but Wei Nuo dared not refute.

"This kind of filthy thing, since the old man has seen it, he can't keep it, and he will take it away and destroy it when he turns around, so as not to harm you."

Zheng Shilang sullenly copied this unscrupulous painting book and trembled, and then he put it in his sleeve with a face full of disgust.

Then, with a sullen face, he looked at Master Zheng who was almost bleeding in distress and said.

"Do you know that there is another sale of "Luoyang Peony Collection" in Luoyang City."

"Impossible." Upon hearing this, Master Zheng Er immediately retorted subconsciously.

"The "Luoyang Peony Collection" on the market has long been bought by nephews and other children."

"Furthermore, after the acquisition, all of them have been destroyed, and my nephew and others have also warned the copyists not to copy the "Luozhi Peony Collection" for sale in the market.

What is left now, that is, in the hands of the important military officials, is it possible that they released it? "

"My nephew will send someone to collect it, so I will definitely not teach this book to the market."

"Let's take a look..." Zheng Shilang reached into his sleeve, um, on the other side of the sleeve, he took out a copy of the "Luoyang Peony Collection" he had just ordered to buy.

Master Zheng Er hurriedly glanced at the cover, his face changed involuntarily. Then he quickly opened the booklet and couldn't help but let out a soft huh.

"No, this is not printed by our Zheng's Bookstore."

"Look at the back of the booklet..."

Master Zheng Er quickly turned to the back, only glanced at it, and his eyes bulged in an instant.

"Han and Tang Commercial Bank's high-quality book series, the number of printed copies, ten, one hundred thousand?!"

Shentema's high-quality book series of Han and Tang Commercial Banks, what kind of stuff is this riding a horse?

"Hundred thousand, haha..." Shilang Zheng gave a gloomy smile.

"And this is only one of the volumes. The old man also has a catalog of heroes of "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection". It is also printed in 100,000 volumes..."

"??" Master Zheng Er looked at the "Luoyang Peony Collection" handed over by Uncle Santang with a dumbfounded look for a long time.

On the dark cover of the book, I saw a few inconspicuous black characters: The Heroes' Catalogue.

Turning to the first page, Master Zheng Er instantly felt black in front of his eyes. He saw it, and he saw Cheng Yaojin's picture of the old demon moth leaping on a horse.

What kind of ghosts are these? Obviously, it has nothing to do with "Luoyang Peony Collection".

Master Zheng Er wiped his face and looked at the two books before him. He also understood the other one, which was called the hero list of "Luoyang Peony Collection".

"The hero list of "Luoyang Peony Collection" is much stronger than the "Luoyang Peony Collection" printed by Zheng's Bookstore before in terms of quality and content, and it is still a graphic text. And trade."

"The old man took a closer look and realized that the gang of vulgar military officials described in the heroes of the "Luoyang Peony Collection" are the elders of the children of the Wu family who swept the Luoyang Peony Festival that day."

Master Zheng Er just got rid of it, and shouted in a depraved manner.

"...They, how can they be so shameless, so mean?!"

Zheng Shilang snorted, his face grimly grim.

"They are so shameless, so mean. By the title of "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection", they boast of their achievements."

Both my uncle and nephew wanted to understand, as long as they were a gentleman, they would really appreciate it when they saw the elegant gathering of the Luoyang Peony Festival, which had been famous for decades.

As a result, I will definitely be attracted by the beautiful patterns, and then, I will definitely be attracted by the wonderful content in it that is almost like a painting book of Romance.

In other words, the shell with the artistic works of gentle talents vehemently promoted the great achievements of those vulgar wives in the past.

The two mentalities of my uncle and nephew are split, a splitting method that is more powerful than the splitting of an egg.

"Take it, you must take it all away, Sanshu, I will do it now, my nephew."

Seeing his nephew's extremely corrupt appearance, Shi Lang sighed lightly, stroking his long beard, his tone solemn and authentic. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"You go to do it, it's 100,000 copies, even if it's just a fictitious number, I'm afraid there are three to fifty thousand copies."

"This is Luoyang. All these things are out of the box. I'm afraid they were shipped from Chang'an. Do you think the hands of our family in the Central Plains can reach that far?"

"Maybe, not only in Guanzhong, but also in other places, these things will be sold. Let's get it in time?"

"Then, how can this be good?" Zheng Lao Er was really anxious, Nima, I didn't expect that gang of vulgar martial artists would be so despicable.

"The old man has already inquired clearly. The things we sell in Luoyang are all from the hands of the Han and Tang dynasties."

"In other words, if you want to stop the source, you can only find the person you have dealt with before."

"With this kind of alternative method, only the demon moth can come up with such a trick."

Hearing the words of Uncle San Tang, Master Zheng Er's face soon turned black, gritted his teeth and said. "Cheng Chubi!"

"Yes, the old man dares to be sure, only that kid can do it."

"This **** thing, this, this is simply a scumbag, the third uncle, don't worry, my nephew will look for him now and ask for justice."

"This "Luoyang Peony Collection" has been printed exclusively for my Zheng's bookstore for decades..."

Shi Lang glanced at the extremely corrupted Master Zheng Er, just about to speak, think about it, let it go, let him try.

If it works, it’s even better. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Is it possible to beat Cheng's family?

It's just that the face of the Central Plains family is really going to be lost...