The First Family of Tang Dynasty

A killing character, arrogant and arrogant, shocked the four people, and everyone was trembling.

Li Shimin, who had already languidly leaned against the couch, suddenly felt his scalp explode, with a gentle but graceful expression.

Su Rong sat up straight, and when the autumn came on September 8th, it was plain and simple, as if ordinary.

However, the following sentence is concurring, and it can be described as a sudden explosion of thunder.

There is also a tragic murderous aura of arrogant bones and golden horses.

Everyone suddenly became disgusted, whether it was those friends, celebrities and elders, who had just been poignant.

Or those Yushi Wenchens with contemptuous faces, or elders like Fang Xuanling and Li Jing with regrets and disappointments on their faces.

Everyone's complexion changed, and they stood up solemnly.

I heard the second sentence of Cheng Laosan. Cheng Yaojin's eyes were astonishingly bright, he gave a sharp shout, the drumsticks hit the side, and after two slaps, the drums became more and more agitated like thunder.

Cheng Chubi drank a little, stood a little unsteady, staggered, and smiled a little sluggishly.

But at this moment, with the beating of the drum, the heartbeat suddenly agitated. He raised his head and pointed his fingers straight up.

"The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an..."

The chrysanthemum has a fragrance, the fragrance is quiet, and it is so called the fragrance array, as if people can see the countless chrysanthemums in the city of Chang'an, forming a large array in full bloom.

The quiet fragrance reveals the towering and tall Chang'an City, spilling out into the world, how heroic?

"Okay!" Li Yuan couldn't help but want to shout loudly at this moment, but the good words were so good that he was suppressed by him.

At this moment, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who is over a hundred and a half years old and has white beard and hair, looked at this stupid boy who was stupefied and stupefied.

Li Shimin pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were full of surprises and expectations, but his expression seemed so worried about gains and losses.

Surprisingly, the young man Cheng, following his father's verse, imitated the poem, but the second sentence directly took the poem to the extreme.

As soon as the third sentence came out, Li Shimin felt that as long as the fourth sentence could be stable.

The old Cheng family, who is full of rough men, is afraid that it will really make a masterpiece that will be famous in history.

However, Li Shimin hoped that this fourth sentence would be able to take it to the next level, allowing him to appreciate a stunning work.

"Bring the wine!" Although Cheng Chubi only yelled three sentences, he used too much force and his voice suddenly became dry and dumb.

Niu Jinda took a full cup of Qiongye Yuye and strode over and handed it over, looking at this old Cheng family's literary and artistic staff with admiration.

"Drink, let those guys look down on the **** you learned only from the old Cheng family and open their eyes."

"Thank you, Uncle Niu, it's necessary." Cheng Chubi poured into his throat fiercely.

"When the autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom. The fragrance of the sky will flow through Chang'an, and the city will be full of golden armor."

"Okay!" As soon as the voice fell, I heard an excited roar and the sound of a crime.

Everyone looked there subconsciously and saw Li Shimin and Li Yuan and his sons flushed with excitement.

He sprang up in the same place and shouted loudly.

"..."

Cheng Yaojin saw the two generations of emperor jumping up excitedly, how he didn't understand, his third child did not disappoint him.

With a wild smile, the hammers fought each other and shouted sharply.

"Wow haha... continue drumming, father and son, chant together, let those **** open their eyes."

"When the autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom. The fragrance of the sky will flow through Chang'an, and the city will be full of golden armor."

"The city is full of golden armor..."

Li Shimin, who was flushed with excitement, clenched his hands into fists, chewing the fourth sentence.

As if seeing the magnificent atmosphere of Datang, countless elite Datang tigers, wearing gold armors all over Changan, shouting for victory, fighting for the world...

Li Yuan, who was equally excited, couldn't help but shook his head with emotion. "Ying chrysanthemum is expressive, and the style is majestic, worthy of my Datang Wu Jia Erlang."

If the literati recite these words and sentences with sharp and sharp intonation, they might make people look at them with admiration.

But if the martial artist chanted it aloud, it would be more heroic, as if he saw the great loyalty of the Tang Dynasty, and marching forward boldly.

"Come and come, you Qings, recite it together and cheer them on the father and son..."

"Come, recite again!" Cheng Yaojin yelled to the good brothers over there.

Then, the dozens of military commanders with awe-inspiring heart and enthusiasm chanted in unison.

It was Li Shimin, who also began to slap the case and recite with great confidence.

Yiqian originally thought that the civil servants who would definitely be the focus of the Double Ninth Festival today couldn't help but look a little eclipsed.

Looking at the man standing in the hall, with one hand behind him and the other clenched into a fist, Cheng Saburo repeated loudly.

This silly boy... actually belongs to the old Cheng family.

"Have you heard of this verse before?"

Outside the hall, Guan Yushi couldn't help but whispered to a colleague who was quite talented in poetry and who liked to talk about poetry with others the most.

"If it's an old work, such a majestic masterpiece, how can my generation be ignorant?" This colleague said impatiently.

Speaking of this, the colleague couldn't help but shook his head a little jealously.

"This Cheng Laosan who has eaten Xiongxinbaozigu and drank wolfhound soup..."

"Couldn't it be because you ate those things that you started thinking about it?"

Niu Wei Tuo looked at the Cheng family father and son who were playing drums~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked at the youngest Cheng who stood upright and chanted the vigorous verse aloud.

The fire in my heart is getting hotter and hotter, and my hands are clenched into fists. I finally made up my mind at this moment.

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Three recitations are complete, and the drums stop. However, the atmosphere heated by this poem has been agitated for a long time.

The drum was removed, and the four rough men of the old Cheng family stood triumphantly in the hall, overjoyed.

The handsome Cheng Chubi, the most beautiful cub of the old Cheng family, stood between the three big men with hairy faces and broomsticks, making them look more and more majestic.

A group of civil servants looked at each other, but invariably shook their heads and sighed. This poem is a bit too domineering.

Moreover, since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there have been countless battles, and the two emperors can be regarded as the emperors of the moment, the best one.

Even if they have fine, beautiful and beautiful works, they can't compare with this poem based on the format alone, and they are not as good as Tibetan.

"Cheng Saburo, I don't know if this poem has a name?"

Fang Xuanling, the Datang Zaifu, couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"..." Cheng Chubi was dumbfounded. Should I say that this poem is called "Fu Ju"? No no no.

I'm a child of the Wu family and don't engage in imperial examinations. What should I call it?

After a long time, Cheng Chubi suffocated the name of the poem. "I think it should be called "Fu Ju"."

At this moment, in the time when he was excited about being in power, Li Shimin, who would be able to sing a masterpiece for later generations, was finally unhappy.

"You brat, you are really lazy, not to mention, I can't take you too hard.

It's better to call it "Chrysanthemum Feast on Chongyang Festival" on the eighth day of the eighth day of the eighth day of Chang'an Zhenguan. This is just the right thing. "

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