The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"The First Family of the Tang Dynasty (

The gang was jealous and green-eyed, and they were very upset at the literary and poetic works created by the civil servants there.

When he was provoked on the spot, several big guys pulled the court clothes directly, exposing the black hair on his chest, in a posture of a real PK with his sleeves rolled up.

Uncle Li quickly stood up with a black line on his face and drank the immoral behavior of these rough men.

"All the Qings and you are the important ministers of the country. Today's Chongyang Festival banquet is for the joy of all the Qings."

Seeing His Majesty come forward and press down on the opposite side, Prime Minister Fang Xuanling, who is the head of the hundred officials, walked out and bowed his hands in a circle with a smile.

"Your Majesty is polite, please don't get angry..."

"Although literati dominates this poem, it doesn't mean that martial artists are not allowed to fight, right?"

"If you have a masterpiece that you think is good, you can also recite it in front of the temple. Please comment on your majesty. Isn't this the best?"

"Lao Fang, what do you mean? It's something to look down on us." Here, the noble bully Wei Chi is unhappy, this is really unhappy.

Fang Xuanling smiled and waved her hand. "General Yuchi's words are wrong. How dare Fang not see you, it's just a suggestion.

If you are not happy, then Fang Mou never said..."

"Isn't it just writing poems? Who wouldn't, Brother Yuchi, come one." A noble bully who was most willing to booby huddled in the crowd of military officials and roared.

Yu Chigong exploded directly, trying to rush into the crowd and sneak out a certain old gangster surnamed Cheng.

As a result, he was stopped by a bunch of hippie smiling old brothers. "Brother Yuchi, you're afraid of a bird, frustrate them."

"Yes, we support you, Brother Yuchi, our brothers are not afraid of murder and arson. There is nothing terrible about composing a poem."

Hearing those scalp-numbing instigations, the civil servants looked black.

The princes who were responsible for maintaining the order of the Chongyang Festival feast today even gritted their teeth and secretly wrote down the name of the same guy who clamored the most fiercely with a small book.

Yu Chigong was squeezed by seven or eight old brothers so that he couldn't get off the stage. He angrily turned his head and pointed at these hippie smiling bastards.

"You bastards...wait, if someone does it, you have to do it too."

Li Shimin and Li Yuan were also too happy, secretly laughing and cursing, this talented **** is really good at picking people.

Li Shimin quietly wiped away the tears from his laughter, stood up, and walked up to Yu Chigong to speak loudly with the Liulizhan.

"Well, well, it's rare that Yuchiqing's family also has this kind of interest, then I should also listen to it. If I do well or not, I want to respect Weichi and love Qing."

At this moment, Yu Chigong's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he respectfully bowed to Li Shimin, and took a toast to the glass of Chinese wine.

The unhappy black face also showed ecstatic joy, and then he rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a long time for inspiration.

On the eighth day of September in the eighth year of Zhenguan, a masterpiece by the famous Datang general Wei Chigong came out stuttering.

"Autumn is deep near the Chongyang Ninth Festival, and the hall Chinese martial arts gathering. Your Majesty gave me wine, and I will write a Chongyang Poem.

Before the last word was spoken, Cheng Yaojin had already closed his mouth with both hands, letting go and exclaimed.

In an instant, all the military commanders let go of their loud voices, crying and howling, and shouted in hello.

Opposite, the vital capacity of the Wenchen who originally wanted to drink down the minister was the opponent of these rough masters, and they all turned black and closed his mouth angrily.

"This bunch of bastards..." An old official shook his head, dumbfounding.

Both civil and military, the talented Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin. Try to control his expression.

He is His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, so he must not lie down in front of his courtiers with a smile.

With a dull and numb face, he slightly nodded towards Yu Chigong, and walked back with the empty glass cup.

The moment he turned his head, his stiff face twitched wildly. Li Yuan has buried his head deeply, can this special lady be called a poem?

Although Yu Chigong is only rough, but at any rate he has self-knowledge. As a good brother is a quilt, he is both blessed and difficult.

"Hurry up, a certain family has done it, it's up to you, but believe it or not, a certain family will invite you in person."

Seeing that Yuchi's black face was uncomfortable, he was going to pull his sleeves into a thunderous posture.

Soon, all the military ministers focused their gazes on the dung-chucking stick who laughed the most.

"Brother Yuchi, don't be anxious, we all recommend Lao Cheng as the representative!" Li Ji, the insidious man who likes to pierce his brother's ribs and double knives, directly pours the water.

"Yes, Lao Cheng, hurry up, just now you laughed the loudest, come on."

"??" Cheng Yaojin was black. On my old course, this special lady is not my old course's strong point.

"That's right, Lao Cheng, you hurry up. Anyway, you have a thick-skinned face and you are afraid of something." Qin's second brother also knows how to pierce his brother's ribs with double swords at this time.

The Cheng Family, who had just stumbled at the gate of the palace, was stunned for an instant.

Watching her dad dumbfounded by a large number of military ministers, Yuchi Baolin, who was ashamed of performing talent for her dad, just had a black line on her face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and immediately enjoyed herself.

"Hey hey hey, your three brothers are doing something blankly, don't hurry up to cheer for your dad."

"That's right, Brother Chumo, Brother Chuliang, don't you two like drumming the most, this will be your dad also come with a drum, to be vigorous."

On the side, the gang of civil servants, including Yu Shi, almost pulled away with a smile.

Hearing Cheng's one, two, three, his face was full of black lines, and his eyes were fierce. His Royal Highness King Wu hugged his belly while walking and laughing, and almost collapsed on the threshold.

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Cheng Yaojin, who was pushed to the front desk by a gang of **** brothers, saw Yu Chigong standing beside him with a happy smile on his face.

Not happy, he stubbed his neck, stroking the thick beard like a steel needle, upright and straight, without stage fright.

"What's the matter, isn't it just chanting poems, my old Cheng Wentao is all good at martial arts, and I just write it."

Turning his head, he happened to see his three pro-sons standing stupidly at the gate of the hall and staring at him.

Lao Cheng was just happy. "Haha... the boss and the second and the third are stunned, and the old man wants to write poetry.

You three bastards, don't hurry over and cheer for Daddy..."

"!!!" Cheng's one, two and three were straightforward. Really* cheer up?

This time, inside and outside the hall, they all laughed upside down, and Li Yuan laughed so hard that his belly was hardened, and he almost drew directly to the bottom of the royal case.

Li Shimin was also angry and happy, stomping and rubbing his belly with a smile and cursed. "This **** thing is really..." Well, it's indescribable.

Cheng Chubi was carried into the Liangyi Hall by two cheerful brothers with a dazed expression, and his whole body was not well.

Damn it! Such a shameful thing, why do you want to find me, the most beautiful cub of the old Cheng family?