The First Family of Tang Dynasty

As soon as he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, it was dawn...Cheng Chubi sat up in a daze, then felt that the sky was spinning, and quickly lay back.

It took a long time for this to relax. The memory of last night, I don't know if I drank too much, so that it was a little fuzzy.

I remembered that I rushed back to the gate of the hall with my jade pendant, and the brothers who were envied and hated could drink alcohol, squeak...

Well, he couldn't remember exactly how much he drank later, and he didn't even remember how he went back to the house or how he lay here.

But when I thought of the scene where I was in the limelight yesterday, I saw the precious jade pendant on the little table.

Cheng Chubi finally felt happy, and after washing up for a while, he came to the front hall.

I saw the two elder brothers with the same haggard look, um, and my father Cheng Yaojin, a family of four adult men, all mentally awkward.

However, seeing Cheng Laosan coming slowly, Cheng Yaojin happily greeted him.

"Come, come, our old Cheng family's great talent, hurry up and sit here."

It is a pity that the three younger brothers were too late yesterday, and they haven't got up yet, otherwise the family will be even more lively.

"The boy has seen his father, and the elder brother and the second brother." After Cheng Chubi greeted him, he sat down beside his father.

As soon as I sat down, I saw the butler Fu Uncle brought up a wine jar, and the housekeeper holding the wine utensils behind him.

Cheng Chubi was not well. "Father, can't you?"

Cheng Yaojin stroked the needle-like thick beard, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Stupid boy, have you forgotten the secrets of our old Cheng family? Alcohol hangover is better than anything else."

What could Cheng Chubi say, he could only take a sip from his scalp. In an instant, all the family squeezed their eyebrows, and it took a long time to spit out alcohol for the rest of their lives.

It is not clear whether the wine hangover is effective, but it is impossible for the whole person to be unconscious after the Chengfu Sanlezhi is poured.

Finally, a family member brought breakfast, one cup of goat's milk and two eggs disappeared from his throat in an instant.

After that, I started to eat and drink, eating and drinking, finally letting the belly of yesterday busy drinking but not eating much food feel satisfied.

Cheng Yaojin took another sip of wine, rinsed his mouth, swallowed his stomach contentedly, and then smiled and said to Cheng Lao San.

"You kid, you really have the ability. Tell dad, how did you recite that stuff at the time?"

Seeing the shining look of expectation from his father and two elder brothers, Cheng Chubi, the literary director of the old Cheng family, looked at the millet porridge in front of him.

Suddenly, I don't know where to start.

"..."

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"Baby thinks that Dad, your poems are actually very good, but I didn't expect that those guys would dare to speak out."

"The boy was not happy at all, and didn't think about anything at the time, this poem just popped out of his mind one sentence after another."

Seeing Cheng Laosan in front of him was serious nonsense. Cheng Yaojin looked at his dear son with a look of affection.

Cheng Chu silently smashed his lips and gave a very reliable answer.

"Father, after hearing what the third child said, I feel that the third child must have a fire in his heart, so that's why I felt it."

"Yes, yes, I think so too." The second brother Cheng Chuliang agreed with him, and nodded again and again.

"You kid, you did a good job. Although you were a little bit reckless, you actually made our old Cheng family famous for being both civil and military, wow ha ha ha..."

Seeing my father laugh so wildly, the two brothers laughed very proudly.

Even Uncle Fu, the butler who poured the wine himself, was full of joy.

"Our elder Cheng family, thanks to the master's teachings, is there such a great talent as the Third Young Master."

"Think about where San Gongzi went to, when this poem came out, it was overwhelmed by the civil and martial arts who could not lift their heads, tusk tusk..."

The family burst into laughter very boldly, Cheng Yaojin stroked the needle-like thick beard, and first looked at the twins' eldest and second child.

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Chubi again, his eyes were very kind, his expression was very kind, even with a bit of sorrow.

"Speaking of which, our old Cheng family is also a family heir to poetry.

The old man thought that since the old man, our old Cheng family has no all-rounder with both civil and military skills. "

"Puff......" The boss squirted out the millet porridge he had just drunk.

The second child made chicken bones stuck in his throat and his face flushed with choking.

Seeing that these two **** were so shameless, the furious old father immediately kicked him.

Looking at the gray-headed eldest brother and second brother. Cheng Chubi Shengsheng swallowed the millet porridge that almost came out of his throat. He was very cute.

"What Dad said is wrong? Looking at you two, it's impossible to write, but not to martial, sigh... I miss our Dong'a old Cheng family.

But in the period of the Three Kingdoms, there was a famous civil servant with unparalleled wisdom. "

"This ancestor's surname was Cheng Yuyu, who offered advice and suggestions for Emperor Wei Wu and fought all over the world..."

"That's our ancestor?" Cheng Chubi's eyes lit up. Hey, this special lady is big news.

Unexpectedly, the whole family is an old Cheng family who likes to persuade others. There is also a gentleman in his ancestors who uses his brain to do things?

"Nonsense." Cheng Yaojin looked at the youngest's amnesia.

In addition, yesterday I finally raised my eyes to the old Cheng family, who is both civil and military, and didn't bother to care about this youngest third.

"Your grandfather Zeng is Zhou Sima in the Northern Qi Dynasty. He is a civil official, and your grandfather is a civil official when he arrives."

Cheng Chubi saw his father Cheng Yaojin stood up, his face full of flesh.

At this moment, there seemed to be a little more refined, and even the beard seemed to be a lot more docile.

With one hand behind him, the other hand raised the millet porridge in his hand, as if it was not a bowl of porridge, but a book of Analects.

"Waiting for Dad's generation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was originally prepared to study poetry and books, and beg for the people.

However, this world is too chaotic, and the old man has no choice but to abandon his literary and martial arts, oh...it's hard to say. "

Cheng Chubi pinched his thigh vigorously, trying to control his expression. God's special abandonment of literature and martial arts, dad, can you not be so cheeky?

The faces of the eldest and second elder brothers next to them were blackened into charcoal, grinning, they must endure very hard.

But Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, had turned purple and rushed out of the front hall with his front folded, without any responsibility.

If you have said that you can give your back to the opposing party's Robe Ze? My dad plays the role of the mastermind.

You can play the role of the whiskey boy next to you, or you can play the wheelchair.

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Cheng Sanlang, the top leader of the old Cheng family in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, once again made a wave of gossip in and out of Chang'an City, between the Chaotang market and the city.

That's right, it was Cheng Jia Saburo who had eaten Xiongxinbaozigu and drank wolfhound soup.

Just above the Double Ninth Festival held in the Hall of Two Instruments, a poem shocked the Manchu civil and military, and was praised by the emperor and the emperor.

Get the prizes from these two people. And this song "Eight Fu Chrysanthemum in September, Eighth Year of Zhenguan"

That night, the excited people were already spread to the market hooks.

Shocked to the heavens, that night, several oirans composed and sang their own songs.

This speed is probably the first poem written by the children of the Wu family that the oiran rushed to sing since the founding of the Tang Dynasty.

Although the cultural circle of the Tang Dynasty was very uncomfortable with the noble bully Cheng Yaojin's third son who stole the limelight of the Chongyang Banquet.

But no one is willing to stand up and attack the poem by Cheng Lao San.

After all, the meaning, style, and artistic attainments of this poem are definitely the best of the poems on chrysanthemums.