The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"There is Uncle Lao Sanli, look at him, Datang, we need a pillar like him."

Cheng Sanlang slapped Qin Sanli on the shoulder and said solemnly.

Li Ke, who was on the side, saw such a scene, and always felt quite contrary. After all, such words are usually spoken by elders.

The sky was approaching dusk, and Wang Xuance was still in the carriage, soundly asleep, with no intention of waking up at all.

And Luoyang City was not far away, so Cheng Chubi and Li Ke didn't stay long, they could only leave with Qin Sanli.

Wang Xuance slowly opened his eyes, looked at the candle on the table, turned over and sat up. As for the music department, almost everyone knows an instrument or two, and they stay away from the crowd.

Find a secluded corner and compete secretly in the name of everyone showing their hands.

And those who study painting are disciples brought by unscrupulous art guys, and they all know each other's foundation.

In addition, there were not many of them, and they all gathered together to discuss the art of painting in a low voice. Of course, there were serious people and some serious people.

As for the students who study the Four Books and Five Classics, they are the most lively, because the interpretation of one scripture is different.

Those with blushing faces and thick necks spit at each other, more than those who want to move thick with their clothes and sleeves...

Cheng Chubi, Li Ke, and Fang Jun walked around in a low-key manner.

They all have a tacit understanding that the guys who study the Four Books and Five Classics have the worst temperament, and one or two are like hedgehogs with fried hair.

On the contrary, the atmosphere of the students in other departments is much better, even if they are not united, at least they are friendly on the surface.

"It seems that the literati are underestimated, it really is the dark history of you gentlemen..."

Cheng Chubi took a dozen steps lightly, then turned around.

His eyes swept over Fang Jun, who had always been eager to abandon literature and become martial arts, and finally landed on Li Ke, the rambunctious prince.

Li Ke was directly unhappy. "Brother Chubi, can you speak well, and don't speak to the younger brother when you say this?"

It's true that Lao Tzu is a gentleman, but he's not that kind of gentleman, okay?

Cheng Chubi laughed and patted Li Ke on the shoulder.

"Look at you, are you worried? Let's go, it's okay now, let's go back quickly.

But don't forget, come early on the first day of the new year and dress up neatly. "

After Li Ke whispered something that was not good, he walked outside the university and stepped into his BMW.

The three of them walked towards Chang'an City. After entering the city, Fang Jun patted the cloth bag hanging from the horse's neck.

After touching the good treasure inside, and saying goodbye to the two brothers, he headed towards his mansion triumphantly.

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Back in the mansion, Fang Jun threw the reins of the horse to the servants, asked if his father had returned to the mansion, and walked quickly towards the front hall with the cloth bag.

Just walking and walking up the stairs, I saw my father was sipping tea in the hall, and he lowered his head and didn't know what he was looking at.

But he couldn't see the figure of his mother Lu Shi, which made Fang Jun's footsteps slow down again.

Because that's his father, he likes to talk to him with puffed-out eyes all day long.

And the mother who can give him the most sense of security is not there, which naturally makes Fang Jun a little timid.

After all, if it wasn't for my mother to protect me on weekdays, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Seeing an elderly maid and aunt walking out of the house with a teapot, Fang Jun quietly beckoned her to come over.

Only when I asked about it did I find out that my mother had gone outside and slammed the door. I haven't come back at this time, I am afraid that I will have to eat outside before returning to the mansion.

Hearing this news, Fang Jun's face immediately dropped.

Let the old maid and aunt who can make a pure man from eighty to eight years old leave.

Fang Jun raised his waist and planned to jump back to his small yard to stay for a while, and then come to offer treasures when his mother came back.

As a result, a muffled groan was heard, and Fang Jun was instantly frightened and froze in place. "father?"

"You kid, what are you doing here sneaking?"

Fang Xuanling stepped out of the hall with a black face and looked at Erlang Road.

"Is it outside again, something has happened, so you want to hide as a father?"

I don't know why, as a scholar of Sven.

Whenever I see this second son who doesn't like reading and thinks about abandoning Wen and Congwu all day long, Fang Xuanling feels a burst of fire in his heart.

Maybe this is the conflict between civil and military, or maybe it is the mentality of an elder who hates iron to become steel.

"No, absolutely not..." Fang Jun's head shook like a drum.

Even if he is tall and big, he is half a head taller than his father, and his physique is about to catch up with Fang Xuanling.

But in terms of imposing manner, he was the mouse that the lion looked down on.

Fang Xuanling's eyes were like electricity, swept left and right, and saw those servants who were sneakily hiding in the corner.

Not wanting to teach this kid a lesson in public, Fang Xuanling snorted and walked into the hall with his hands on his back.

"Come in……"

Hearing this greeting, Fang Jun's whole body was like a chicken with broken wings, and he walked into the front hall behind his father's buttocks dejectedly.

After Fang Xuanling returned to the desk and sat down, she saw the cloth bag beside Fang Jun, who was sitting in front of him with his head down.

"What is this thing in your hand?"

Fang Jun was refreshed and quickly took out the abacus wrapped in the cloth bag.

"Father, this is a good baby given to you by the baby."

"..." Fang Xuanling's face turned black. God is such a good baby, such a different way of speaking, only the notorious Cheng family.

I didn't expect that my own son had only been with Cheng Saburo for so many days, and he was infected with such a problem.

"What a mess of adjectives, you..."

Seeing that his father's face was getting darker and darker, and his fingers tended to be like swords, Fang Jun immediately became anxious and hurriedly declared.

"Father, I really didn't lie to you, this thing is a thousand times better than calculus~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's not what the baby said, but Zu Guang, Zhang Wenchang and the others."

"???" Fang Xuanling looked at Fang Jun, who was in front of him. Hearing the two names mentioned in his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

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Fang Xuanling knew who Zu Guang and Zhang Wenchang were, and it was he who received His Majesty's secret decree.

After I personally communicated with these mathematicians in secret, I gave them a stipend and stayed on, and let them go to Cheng's University to help Cheng Sanlang.

As for the boy Erlang of his own, although his temperament is a little off, at least the boy's temperament is not bad, there is no need to lie to himself about such a problem.

Fang Xuanling hooked his finger at Fang Jun suspiciously, took the small abacus, and looked at it suspiciously.

"You mean, this thing is also very calculating, and it is also a tool used to help calculation?

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