The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Brother Defang (Zheng Yuanshou), according to your opinion, is Mr. Zhao willing to join forces with us?"

In the carriage, Wang Kui stroked his long beard and asked Zheng Yuanshou, who was already haggard, who was closing his eyes to recuperate.

"It's hard to say, our Zhao Guogong has always been secretive. Over the years, he has always seemed to be low-key."

"But actually you, you and I should all know that in those days, His Royal Highness King Wei, this one did a lot of power behind his back." Li Shimin looked at Cheng Chubi with a half-smile, until he saw that Cheng Chubi felt uncomfortable. That's what makes me laugh.

"Cheng Saburo, Cheng Saburo, can you let the old man save some snacks?"

"Uncle, today is my father, and my nephew, I have always been very low-key."

Cheng Chubi hurriedly shook his head frantically, if he hadn't been forced by his own father, why would he be so low-key.

Li Shimin sighed helplessly, his eyes swept away, and he saw that the vulgar warriors of the Ruyi Gang were drinking and eating meat with their sleeves rolled up.

I don't know what I muttered in my mouth. I can be sure if I don't go through the process, it is definitely not a good thing to say.

Li Shimin then turned his head and stared at Cheng Chubi for a long time before rolling his eyes and muttering.

"You kid, let you go to teach medicine, the old man also feels a little underpowered. It's time for you to go to the Imperial College."

Li Yuan on the side licked his long beard happily.

"Erlang's words are right. This kid can learn all over his body, but his words are a little ugly, otherwise it's really suitable."

When Li Shimin heard this, he grinned and laughed silently for a long time.

"Haha, that's why you said that because you haven't seen Cheng Saburo's paintings, father."

"..." Cheng Chubi looked at Li Shimin with a black line. The emperor's big brother, exposing others' shortcomings, is this the work of the wise and powerful Mingjun?

Besides, Lao Tzu's painting style is a mix of Impressionism and Fauvism, okay?

"Well, I really need to take a good look at it another day, Zhongbao, bring the reward here." Li Yuan laughed and greeted him.

Cheng Chubi saw the unselfish father-in-law Zhongbao brought a box and opened it.

Li Yuan reached out and picked up a beautiful, crystal clear crystal bottle.

The familiar shape, the seemingly incomparable size, made Cheng Chubi's whole body almost torn apart.

Seeing Cheng Sanlang's terrified expression, Li Yuan laughed.

"You little baby, what kind of expression is that, the old man rewarded you with something, what do you mean, what do you think the old man is fooling you with old things?"

"Really?" Cheng Chubi hesitated whether he should reach out or not.

"No matter how long-winded you are, do you believe that the old man asked him to reward you with the old one?"

"I believe, I believe, thank you His Majesty for the generous gift." Cheng Chubi quickly grabbed it, but his mood was very complicated.

Is this thing the original one? Is Li Yuan maliciously taking revenge on himself?

Cheng Chubi felt that he had to wait until he met another crystal bottle with a similar appearance in Li Yuan's Dacheng Palace before he could find the answer.

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In the Lizheng Hall, Empress Zhangsun and other noble ladies of the noble princes also received news from the Taiji Hall.

When I heard that several generals appeared in Confucian shirts, the wives of those generals were a little embarrassed.

But fortunately, as these generals in Confucian shirts displayed their talents in the Taiji Hall, the atmosphere in the Lizheng Hall became more and more strange.

It was not until General Cheng, who in high spirits, pinched all the upper and lower couplets together, and came up with a poem of literary and artistic value.

Empress Changsun buried her head deeply, rubbing her eyebrows with a very complicated expression.

Needless to say, it was definitely the big problem that Cheng Saburo brought up. But he is the host of the harem banquet.

There is really no way to find a place to hide and laugh, so I can only continue to endure it.

But Miss Wu, who was serving wine, heard her pretty face blushing and her eyes were bright.

Even if she thinks with her small toes, she can be sure, father-in-law, ahem... The mighty and mighty General Cheng is a masterpiece of poetry.

And the lower couplets that the generals in Confucian shirts took out must all be born in the hands of the lovely and cute Cheng Saburo.

Sure enough, he was not in Chang'an last year. If he were in Chang'an, how could those ministers win applause for their mediocre works.

Mrs Cui sat there as peacefully as Mount Tai, continued to enjoy the delicious food with a smile, and communicated with her companions in a low voice from time to time.

For the compliments thrown by the ladies, Mrs Cui always seemed to have such an excellent demeanor, modest and gentle.

It's just two extremes with the Cheng family's father and son who are uncomfortable in the Taiji Temple not doing things.

In Cui's eyes, the affairs of her husband and children were nothing.

Perhaps in her eyes, her husband's true temperament is what she appreciates.

And these few lower couplets, as well as the stinky and long poem whose name is like an old lady's foot-binding cloth, soon spread outside the Taiji Hall.

Compared with the old and dignified nobles and nobles in the Taiji Hall, many of the ministers outside are young people, and their temperaments are naturally much more detached.

After hearing so many pictures of the lower couplets appearing, and they were rectified by the gang of famous generals.

Several officials directly held their heads and shook their heads and shouted that it was impossible, while some people were so confused that they didn't know what to say, and they might feel that they had read all the books in the past few decades into a dog's stomach for nothing.

And Xin Mao looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled in their small circle.

"I guess it should be Cheng Taichang's hand." Wu Xiangshou inhaled with a toothache.

"I didn't get a single couplet, but Cheng Taichang not only made so many pictures.

He was also able to combine the upper and lower couplets into a poetic poem with quite artistic conception. His talent and learning are exquisite and extraordinary. "

Shangguanyi smiled bitterly, raised the glass in his hand and drank it, and then said.

"It has to be him, a certain self-confessed talent, quite talented since childhood, but after hearing about Cheng Taichang's many deeds, hehe..."

"Don't you think it's normal? Cheng Taichang is such a learned and well-known talent, if UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com waits like me, how can he win the emperor's favor?"

"And he is so talented, it really makes me admire more and more, if it is not for the imperial examination this time, otherwise, I will be under the gate of Cheng Taichang."

Ren Yaxiang's remarks made several people present nod their heads in agreement.

Today is not the time to talk, but tomorrow is just a day off, so you can go to Lu Guogong's mansion to visit Cheng Taichang and have a good chat with him.

Let's see if this knowledgeable and talented boss is happy to let the Cheng University recruit some of the children of the poor family to study with him.

And that night, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet held in Taiji Temple was not over yet.

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