The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"What do you think of the Qing family?" It is indeed a benevolent monarch, and I have to ask the Qing family specifically for a poem.

"..." All the civil and martial arts were a little dazed, and Yu Chigong even cocked his fingers to count. Can this special lady be called the name of a poem?

The gang of Wenchens were also shocked by the stinky long poems named by Li Shimin, who was over-excited.

However, Li Shimin, whose face was flushed with excitement, didn't think it at all. He only knew that this poem would surely endure forever.

And the name of this poem just shows the style of the prosperity of Datang Zhenguan, since it is named, it can afford to be more detailed.

If it is not for worrying that everyone is unwilling, Li Shimin thinks that he thinks of the 72-character poem title, and it is better to add a note or something.

"Changan Zhenguan Eighth Year, September Eighth Day, Chongyang Jiayan Fuju" is almost twenty characters long, and the five-character quatrains can make up a poem.

Cheng Chubi was frantically complaining in his heart, but showing a grateful look on the surface, and he saluted Uncle Li.

"Your Majesty Xie gave the name of the poem."

Changsun Wuji also stood up and bowed respectfully to Li Shimin, with a cheerful expression on his face.

"Your Majesty Shengming, when countless literati and inscribers recite this masterpiece in the future, they will surely be able to recall the eight years of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, and Chang'an is full of golden armor."

These civil servants also offered their own distinctive flattery and flattery.

Of course, it is more to praise the name of Emperor Datang's poem for good, wonderful, and croaking.

As for Cheng Saburo's poems, ha ha... We can't say bad conscience, we are very worthy of you guys.

Especially seeing the gang grinning with joy and shouting the military ministers repeatedly made them feel uncomfortable.

Today’s Double Ninth Festival was originally thought to be a good day for the civil servants of Datang to give full play to their talents and art.

As a result, it happened that a silly boy who had eaten bear heart and leopard guts and drank wolf heart soup, robbed the limelight.

What is this special lady's name...Huh? Bear heart and leopard courage, wolf heart and dog lung soup, could it be these things, maybe...maybe...

At the moment when Yigan Wenchen was in deep thought, outside the hall, many men in the home of Wenchen shivered in unison.

The full-length Ann dogs seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and all of them clipped their tails back into the kennel and shivered.

Even the voice of the lone wolf Xiaoyue in the countryside is full of desolation.

And the bear who is tonic in the late autumn is desperately digging holes. This year's hibernation residence will be twice as deep as in previous years before it feels stable.

And those leopards, only lying in the shadows of branches and leaves can they find a trace of warmth and security in this indifferent world.

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Li Shimin smiled contentedly. Turning around and raising his hand to the father, Li Yuan, gestured.

After Li Yuan nodded slightly, he strode forward. "Cheng Lao...Cheng Saburo, do something blankly, come here."

Cheng Chubi hurriedly walked a few steps, and honestly gave a respectful salute to the Great Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

"Very well, you kid, the old man thought that you were just a make-up, but I didn't expect that you could actually make such a masterpiece that will be passed on to future generations."

"It's not worth the lottery that the old man and the emperor took out. Once you take it, it's all yours."

"The minister thanked the emperor, and thanked your majesty for your grace..." Cheng Chubi looked at the jade belt in his hand and the beautiful jade pendant with an ancient shape.

In the end, instead of letting go, Li Yuan, the black-faced old man, came forward and threatened in a low voice.

"You kid, next time you come to the palace, if you forget to give the old man something good, be careful that the old man rewards you with a crystal bottle."

"!!!" Cheng Chubi's face went black. Damn boss, you are enough too, crystal bottle warning...

If Li Shimin next to him felt something, he looked over here suspiciously.

Facing Li Yuan's threat, as well as His Majesty's suspicious eyes, Cheng Saburo could only answer with a veil and shy smile.

"Next time on the day off, the minister will definitely go to the Da'an Palace to check the emperor's body and make some adjustments."

"Um... not worthy of the old man's intentions, hahaha..." The black face old man left contentedly.

Cheng Chubi held the two good treasures, one was the jade pendant of Emperor Li Yuan, and the other was the jade belt of Uncle Li.

Not in the process, Chubi looked down at his waistline, and then subconsciously turned his head to look at the middle-aged Uncle Li.

Seeing his obviously bulging beer belly figure, tsk tsk...

His Majesty the Emperor Datang's face was directly black, if it weren't for the scruples that the Manchu dynasty civil and martial arts were on the spot.

Zhen Te Niang wanted to kick the scrambled **** boy out of Suzaku's door with her tiptoe.

Cheng Yaojin saw his son staring at the jade belt with a look of embarrassment.

"You don't need this stuff, Dad will wear it for you first..."

Then he tied his waist directly, untied his original belt, and threw it to Cheng Laosan.

Then he walked in the direction of the military minister with a full face. The old brother who provoked the envy and hatred of the gang laughed and scolded.

Li Shimin also shook his head helplessly. At this moment, with a wave of his big hand, the sound of chimes revived, and the sound of silk and bamboo played again.

Cheng Chubi also hung the jade pendant to his waist, and greeted the envy, jealousy and hatred gazes of a group of fox friends, and walked towards the outside of the hall happily.

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In the harem, at this moment, a group of concubines and concubines of the kings are also gathered in the Lizheng Hall where the grandson empress is.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the Liangyi Hall, this place is much quieter and more peaceful, and the sound of silk and bamboo is naturally not lacking.

The lights and shadows sing and dance, and the concubines and princesses are also chatting and laughing in a low voice.

The luxurious palace costumes, the swaying gold and silver swaying, all kinds of gold and precious jewelry and jewelry, under the light of the lights, become more and more brilliant.

Empress Changsun sits firmly on the main seat. From time to time, when the princess or concubine comes to toast, she slightly touches her lips to indicate.

From time to time, there will be eunuchs quietly coming to this Lizheng Hall to chant anecdotes or elegant events in the front of the Liangyi Hall.

Especially after the courtiers in the front began to create poems, and every time a poem was written, an **** would stand at the entrance of the temple and chant it.

For the concubine, the princess and the eldest grandson queen to comment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Especially the poems of the grandson Wuji, the uncle of the country, are most praised by the princesses and concubines.

The Empress Longsun nodded her head with a gentle smile and did not express much opinion.

My elder brother's talents are naturally there, and this poem with chrysanthemums is not bad, but it is not as good as these people praised.

It's just because of her own reason, Queen Changsun is very clear.

Standing next to Empress Changsun, Wu Mei, who specializes in pouring wine for Empress Changsun, also saw it clearly.

After that, a few more poems on the chrysanthemum came in. Although there are not many good ones, they are all acceptable.

A lot of concubines and princesses were discussing, and suddenly, another **** came quickly. "Niangniang, General Yuchi also wrote a poem."

"???" In an instant, there was a dead silence in the Lizheng Hall, and the original beautiful or clear faces appeared in incredible surprise.

Empress Changsun was also dazed for a while, and then asked in a low voice uncertainly. "Is it General Weichi Jingde?"

"Exactly." The **** replied respectfully. Then, he recited the poem by General Yuchi.

Once the concubines and princesses are in a mess, they are all literate and intellectual women, although they are not very accomplished in poetry and poetry.

At any rate, there is still a level of appreciation, but what is this thing created by General Yuchi? Jingle?

After hearing the last sentence of my poem on the Double Ninth Festival, Empress Changsun buried her head deeply, and tightly grasped the heavy queen robes on her body.

It took a long time to regain the gentleness and calmness of Datang Xian, and he was about to open his mouth with a small compliment.

I saw an **** scrambling in. "Niang, General Cheng Da also wrote a poem..."

"!!!"