The First Family of Tang Dynasty

In the Yurong Hall, the sound of the piano is clear and peaceful...

Li Shimin and Empress Changsun sat on the case against each other, with one side holding white and the other holding black.

The husband and wife were talking while playing, relaxed and comfortable. There are no many upsets brought about by the country's great government.

His wife's illness has healed. His Royal Highness is in Chang'an to supervise the country, and the world rises to peace.

In this Jiucheng Palace, which is cool and free from the pain of summer, the husband and wife enjoy this refreshing time and the world of the two.

Just as the husband and wife sat in the inner hall of Yurong Hall, from the very beginning, they were sitting in front of the case, and gradually they became husband and wife cuddling together.

You lose one, and I lose the other, but there is only each other in my eyes without the chessboard.

I heard the familiar and pleasant laugh outside the Yurong Hall.

"Xiao Sizi, why is she here?" Li Shimin reluctantly released his hands, quite surprised.

This little girl film, actually think of her father and mother?

"I think it was my father who brought her here." Empress Changsun adjusted her dress, Xing's eyes crossed her husband, and she got up and walked out of the inner hall.

Li Shimin quickly followed helplessly. I saw Li Mingda jumping into the Imperial Palace with his red-faced father Li Yuan.

"Mother, mother...Daddy is here too, look, grandpa and I have brought you some good things."

While talking, Li Mingda raised his hand, holding an oil paper bag in his hand.

"What's that?" Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh, and said with a smile.

"There are small dried fish here, which is delicious, and small shrimps, all fried by Brother Cheng San, they are delicious..."

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Li Shimin's face was a bit dark, but seeing the girl in such a good mood, he couldn't bear to scold him.

"Are you going to Cheng Saburo again?"

"Yes, yesterday Cheng San's brother said to make dried fish for me today. Of course I can't break my trust."

These words made Li Shimin and Empress Changsun both laugh very helplessly. This girl is obviously greedy, but she still speaks awe-inspiringly.

"Brother Cheng San not only made a lot of delicious dried fish for me, but also told me stories. Come, mother, you also try one..."

Empress Changsun, Li Shimin, and Li Yuan just sat like that, opening their mouths in turn like a semi-automatic coin machine.

Because of this hospitable, hands-on princess, Princess Jinyang took the initiative to feed.

"Well, it tastes really good." Empress Changsun nodded with a smile.

"That kid can tell a story?" Li Shimin chewed the dried fish, his face was full of disbelief.

Just the rough guy from Lao Cheng, when did he have this skill? Can actually tell a story to a little girl.

Li Yuan on the side was also a little dazed. "What story did he tell you? Why don't I know."

"Grandpa, you were asleep, of course you didn't know."

Li Mingda smiled triumphantly, as if this was a little secret between her and Cheng San's brother, extraordinarily triumphant.

"The little story told by Brother Cheng San is fun, do you want to hear it?" Li Mingda stuffed a piece of dried fish into his mouth, crunchy and crispy, really fragrant...

"Haha, of course I have to listen, but Grandpa can't wait."

Li Yuan shook his front very cooperatively, sat upright, and glanced at Li Shimin inadvertently.

"Well, daddy also wants to listen to Xiao Sizi telling funny stories." Li Shimin chuckled, and put on an expression of listening carefully.

Empress Changsun glanced at these two calmly, one is the emperor, the other is the emperor, true father and son.

But they are all working hard to express themselves in front of the quirky little Sizi, fighting openly and secretly. It's really dumbfounding, but I still can't show it...

"This short story is composed of three short stories. The first one is called playing the piano against the cow."

Li Mingda threw a piece of dried fish into his mouth again, click, click...

"Once upon a time, there was a master who could play the piano. His name was Yu Boya."

"??" Li Yuan, Li Shimin, Empress Changsun, even Zhao Kun who was standing at the gate of the palace, and the **** Gong'e, all looked dazed.

I always feel that something is wrong. When did Yu Boya get involved with Niu?

"That little Sizi, wait a while, are you sure it is Yu Boya?"

Li Shimin had a black line on his face. Sure enough, I knew what good stories the rough guy from Lao Cheng's family could tell.

"Daddy..." Li Mingda curled his lips unwillingly.

"When telling a story, you are not allowed to interrupt or ask questions. You can wait until the story is finished."

Li Yuan next to him had a dark face and a beard.

"That's right, let Sizi talk about it. The old man would like to hear. In Cheng Laosan's story, what happened to Yu Boya who could give the cow to him."

"...Yu Boya is good at playing the piano, but those people just think it sounds good, but they can't tell what kind of piano he is playing."

"He was very annoying. Later, he was not happy to play the piano for others."

"One day...he went to the country and saw a cow grazing."

"He just thought that when he was idle, he was also idle, so he played the piano against the cow. The sound of the piano was nice. He heard the cow's appetite and eat a lot of grass.

"A lot of milk was also produced, which made the farmer a small fortune."

Kacha... His face was red and purple, and Zhao Kun, who was biting his lips, broke the hilt of the horizontal knife on his waist.

Many of Gong'e and the eunuchs, who were originally curious about staying outside the gate of the palace, had already rushed madly towards the distance.

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Li Shimin's face turned dark and his breathing was short.

Li Yuan's face was not much better, his eyes were closed, his eyelids jumped.

Empress Changsun grabbed the skirt of her clothes and bit her lip, for fear that she couldn't help it.

"...This, this is a little story about playing the piano to a cow."

Li Mingda threw a piece of dried fish into his mouth, and then continued to tell a second story with joy.

"The next story is about mountains and rivers. Yu Boya played the piano against the cow for several days, feeling that the cow could not speak and praise himself."

"So, he was not happy to play the piano for the cow, so he ran into the old forest deep in the mountains. He met an old woodcutter who was chopping wood."

"He played the piano to the old woodcutter, and the old woodcutter didn't like it.

What's the point of playing those mountains and rivers? Why don't you help me chop some firewood? "

"Yu Boya didn't expect that this old woodcutter could actually hear that he was playing the sound of mountains and running water.

He immediately cited the old woodman as a confidant, and took the initiative to help the old woodman to chop the firewood..."

At this time, Li Yuan's face could no longer be described in black, and his hands were already clenched into fists.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Sizi, he would have liked to go straight to Qingyou Pavilion and beat the **** boy with a big punch.

What the **** is all this he said? Elegant music, does he use it to promote breastfeeding?

"...Zhong Ziqi passed away, and Yu Boya was very sad, so he shot a crane to pay homage to his confidant.

He smashed his violin again, took the violin and firewood, burned the crane, and shed tears as it burned.

It can be burned, and the taste is getting more and more fragrant. The saliva flowed more and more.

He couldn't help but sprinkle some salt and spices and brought a bottle of wine..."

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