The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"The First Family of the Tang Dynasty (

Seeing the old man's happy face, Cheng Chubi suddenly understood what his father said when he left the house.

Really *drumming brothers, real *father and son soldiers...

"Where's the drum? Your majesty, my son is here, where is the drum?" Cheng Yaojin looked around, smashing the jar incomparably.

Yu Chigong next to him was so angry and funny, he could only convincingly raise his thumb at Cheng Yaojin, who was a little thicker than himself.

No wonder, I can only rank second in the ranking of honorable bullies. After all, I can't compare to someone in this process of shamelessness.

"Drums quickly get Cheng Qing three drums." Li Shimin gave a dumbfounded sentence.

Not long after, three drums, which were used for performance rather than combat, were moved to the temple.

Fortunately, Cheng Chubi, the good-looking old Cheng family, also drank a little today, and the shame was quickly forgotten.

Hum and hum along with the two brothers, haha, swaying with the rhythm, coughing, and drumming.

A group of military ministers were also very rhythmic and loudly clamoring, and a group of civil servants were silent with black lines.

If you say you want to seize the limelight, if you say you want to dominate the leader, how do you feel that the opening method is messed up.

Let this gang of **** mess things up, it's just a matter of not wanting the Chongyang Banquet to lose the victory or defeat.

Opposite Li Ji and several other military commanders who used their brains to fight, they also understood the reason why Lao Cheng was so upset today.

"Mother, only this old boy can think of such a detrimental trick."

The violent drum beat quickly suppressed all the noise, but seeing Cheng Yaojin standing in the hall, looking left and right, majestic.

After a while, he began to recite aloud.

"September 8th on Chongyang Ninth Festival, the whole city is full of chrysanthemums, the fragrance is coming in bursts, and the leader returns to my home.

"???" There was an unspeakable awkward silence at first, and then the generals once again uttered a roar of applause like a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

At the entrance of the temple, a boy with a vote, smiled so much that he lay on the threshold and kept beating the threshold.

"Uncle Cheng really has both civil and military skills, hahaha...I laughed to death."

"Uncle Cheng is right, the leader is yours."

Li Shimin and Li Yuan could not laugh or cry at each other and shook their heads.

This poem is messy, but it can be classified as a limerick at any rate, but it's really talented a little bit better than that of Yu Chigong.

Of course, compared to those civil servants, um, the level is still a bit too bad.

"Your Majesty, Emperor, how about Lao Cheng's poems?"

Cheng Yao Jin Yang triumphed around with fists, leaning at the black-faced civil servants, and then said to the two majesty.

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At this time, an old minister stood up and commented with a smile.

"General Cheng, this poem of yours is also fascinating. If you want to be the leader, I'm afraid it won't work..."

"Yes, since General Cheng has finished his poem, he hasn't gotten the emperor's approval, so please let it happen, and so also happens to have a poem."

"Recited with the sound of drums, I haven't heard of it since ancient times..."

Cheng Yaojin chuckled, with a fierce look in his eyes, but before he could speak, he could not help but feel a little dazed when he saw the third child who was blushing and gluttonous after drinking.

Cheng Chubi squinted to look over there, directly displeased.

"What do you mean, you are in a hurry, right? Our old Cheng family hasn't finished the poem yet, what are you in a hurry?"

"??" A group of Wenchens who were born in the Onmyoji Master directly darkened their faces, and their gazes fell on Cheng Lao San, who was straight up and stupefied.

Fang Xuanling was amused on the spot. "Brother Chubi, don't mess around, your father has already composed poems, does your brother also have good works?"

Cheng Chubi stubbed his neck, the spring breeze was blowing, and the drums of war, who beat my dad, and who beat me.

"Uncle Fang, you are really right. After listening to my father's poem on the Double Ninth Festival, my nephew happened to be inspired."

"Haha, the third child, don't mess around." Cheng Yaojin smiled and slapped Cheng Chubi on the shoulder.

Cheng Chubi had a big drink, hey, he was very confident and arrogant.

"Father, those two darlings, you said they belonged to our family, and that kid brought them home for you."

At this moment, Li Yuan chuckled, and was also interested. What's important is that the silly boy Cheng Laosan was a little bit stunned.

But he was a good guy who had the courage to do things, Li Yuan didn't want this guy to be attacked, so he opened his mouth to clear the siege.

"Cheng Lao San, you have a good ambition. Then hurry up, you must really make a poem that satisfies me. Those two treasures belong to your old Cheng family."

Cheng Chubi's spine straightened as soon as he said this. "Okay, then we will come on one."

"Two elder brothers, cheer for me and watch me imitate my father in writing poetry."

As soon as Cheng Chubi said these words, Cheng Yaojin laughed. "Okay, my son is so ambitious, the old man will cheer for you personally."

"Cheng Lao San, don't lose the face of your old Cheng family." Over there, Uncle Niu couldn't help but shout.

Cheng Chubi chuckled, his head raised, and flung the hair from his forehead to his cheeks.

This is a low-key development, but you can't wait to be a man. It's all about the excitement.

Fuck my dad, see if I won't kill you.

Cheng Chubi, who was only nine fights high and learned rich and six cars, swept his eyes across the door of the hall and saw a bunch of good brothers gesturing fists at him there.

I don't know whether the gangsters who cut chicken heads and burned yellow paper all the time pierced the brothers' two ribs and double knives ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ were threatening themselves or cheering themselves.

When he turned his eyes, the military ministers over there were all uncles and uncles whom he often saw.

I like to use their fists and feet to greet the younger generation on the shoulders and buttocks, conveying the loving care of the elderly.

On the other side, a group of people looked gentle, and had a good feast. They didn't even mess with a single beard, and looked like a dummy.

Going up to the rear, on the surface, it looks like a generous benevolent demeanor, but in fact, he deducts juniors’ salaries all the time, ridiculing the real Uncle Li.

There is also the black-faced old man Li Yuan who is very old and has lost his prostate.

Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and raised his head to the sky. Since ancient times, a hero has come out of my generation, and I am an invincible and lonely person.

"Till autumn comes on September 8th!"

"..." Inside and outside the hall, the elders who were a little bit expectant, and the brothers after hearing this sentence.

Unable to hide the disappointment on their faces, Li Yuan and Li Shimin and his son couldn't help but smile at each other, and the smiles meant that.

The same type as his father, his father is Chongyang September 8th, and my son stays until the autumn of September 8th...

"It's worthy of being a father and son, interesting..." Changsun Wuji commented leisurely while stroking his long beard.

The civil servants beside him invariably smiled lightly. Originally, the old man Cheng looked like he was holding a winning ticket.

I thought this young man who could always surprise people was really shocking.

It turned out that... talents were not something their old Cheng family gang Tie Hanhan could master.

Cheng Chubi's voice suddenly rose up, and the sound was like a golden stone strike, hitting the sky.

"After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill!"

"!!!"