The First Family of Tang Dynasty

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"What do you mean?" Fang Jun and the others looked at the Prince Wu, who was called the most English fruit by the emperor of Datang, with a dumbfounded expression.

"Brother Chu Mo, you send a brother to tell the elders the good news that your third child wrote poems to Brother Niu.

Let the elders, cough... the old elders can eat and drink happily. "

"I'll just take advantage of this time, and do the opposite, go to Cheng Mansion for food and drink, don't worry about being stuck in Cheng Mansion?"

Yuchi Baolin's eyes lit up, and she nodded with approval.

"Haha, the brain of the old brother Weide is really easy to use, not bad.

Boss Cheng, was so stunned, he hurriedly called someone to inform us that we just went to your house to eat and drink spicy food. "

"It's been a long time since I tasted your old Cheng family's secret three-leaf pulp. It's unexpected..."

"Yes, today I was so sad by Cheng Lao San. Today, my brothers let go of their stomachs and try to eat the poor old Cheng's family."

"Hahaha, hurry up, that peppery rabbit head, Fang Mou is greedy even thinking about it..."

"Yes, there are also fried lamb liver, and dried lamb intestines..."

The dandy boys turned their sorrows into joys, pulling their horses around one after another, and flew toward the lake where the dragon had gone, and ran away from the tiger's lair.

Here, in the largest box in the Cheng's restaurant, a bunch of great Tang names are gathering together to eat and drink at this moment.

Occasionally speaking in a low voice, the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing.

Even with Cheng Yaojin, a master of speculation, facing the son's long journey, Niu Jinda, he was a little helpless.

Just when everyone was drinking a heart-warming sullen wine, they were unwilling to speak up.

A Cheng's house rushed over excitedly and pushed open the door of the room.

"Master, our third son has written a poem again."

"??" The famous Datang generals who were not in a beautiful mood were a little confused and a little unhappy.

The elders are deeply depressed, and these younger generations actually go to the sorrow and return his mother's poetry.

Cheng Yaojin spit out the bones in his mouth, looked at the general, and raised his neck to ask. "What did the kid do?"

"The young man wrote a poem for Mr. Niu, and he said that within a month, Mr. Niu will surely be famous all over the world even if he will return to the northwest after a trip to the northwest in vain."

At this moment, all the depressed generals turned their attention.

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"Did Cheng Sanlang compose a poem for Wei Tuo?" Niu Jinda, who had been drinking alcohol just now, slapped a drink, wiped his mouth and asked.

"Yes, the name of the poem is "Send Brother Niu Wei Tuo West to Chang'an"."

"Let's listen." Li Ji narrowed his eyes, stroking his long beard and shouted.

The family general agreed, cleared his throat, and tried to recall the appearance of the son who was full of anger and chanted loudly at the time.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow. Mo Chou is ignorant about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you."

With a bang... The wine glass in Master Li's hand fell to the floor, and his eyes were fixed on the famous master.

"Written by Cheng Sanlang for Niu Wei Tuo?!"

Master Li Keshi has a good cultural background. Among the rough masters, Li Ji and Li Ji belong to the kind of top-notch cultural level.

Why can't I hear the meaning of this poem, if this Te Niang's is not a masterpiece of the world, Li Keshi would dare to chop off his old bird to feed the bird.

Li Ji looked distressedly at the few long beards that had just been fumbled because of shock, and breathed in like a toothache.

"It's actually written to Wei Tuo's nephew, old cow, your cattle, Wei Tuo, will be famous in Chang'an within a month..."

Even a rough master like Yu Chigong who is fluent in writing, can also feel the extraordinaryness of the last two sentences of this poem.

The big slap fell directly on Niu Jinda's shoulder, feeling authentic.

"Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, no one in the world knows the emperor. Really **** energetic, old Niu, your son is afraid that he will be famous."

Cheng Yaojin angrily slapped the wine glass on the case table, his face full of unwillingness.

"Teemian, I knew that Lao Cheng would also go to the Northwest, so how good would it be to let the third child make a name for my relatives?"

These words instantly made a rough master almost mad, and it was Niu Jinda, who was full of distress, but also dumbfounded.

"Fuck you, this was given to our Wei Tuo by your third child."

Qin Qiong laughed for a long time, then pointed to the master general and asked.

"Why are you still stunned? What is going on? How did Cheng Saburo think about writing poems? There must be a reason, right?"

The Jia Jiang did not dare to neglect, so he stated what he had heard and seen.

Niu Weituo's depression after his father left, and the weakness and discomfort, angered Cheng Saburo who had healed his legs.

And after composing the poem, tell Niu Wei Tuo directly that your kid will definitely be famous. If you don't have the guts, go home quickly.

As soon as the elders looked at each other, Cheng Yaojin was stroking the needle-like thick beard and couldn't help but rejoice.

"It's worthy of being my old Cheng's baby, and doing things is to have fun, otherwise, how to write such magnificent poems, this is like my old Cheng..."

"Bah! You old man. Is it okay to point your face?" Li Keshi said in an angry manner.

Cheng Yaojin had a good time. "What's the matter, that's my son, I gave birth, what's wrong?"

Regarding the cheeky who is ranked number one on the noble bullies list, everyone in UU reading www.uukanshu.com has nothing to say, shaking their heads and sighing.

Chewing these short four sentences repeatedly, Niu Jinda let out a long sigh. "For my Vetus, Chu Bixian nephew is really..."

"Okay, your special mother will not pretend to be sour. I am afraid that it will not be a few days. Your Wei Tuo is probably more famous than your father."

"Go away, no matter how famous he is, Lao Tzu is also his father." Niu Jinda was the least willing to talk to the cheeky Lao Cheng.

"By the way, where did the brothers go?"

The family sent by Cheng Chumo will have a good time. "The third son left early after reading the poem. The remaining sons just wanted to come over for a drink."

"As a result, I saw the mounts of several generals, so I rushed back to our Cheng family to drink and eat meat."

"Oh, these little **** actually know that they are hiding from father?" Cheng Yaojin suddenly became unhappy.

Turning his eyes, he said a few words to this brother. "Brothers, the quality of this wine is still a bit poor, or should we go back together?"

Yu Chigong put the grape wine on the table for a while, raising his eyebrows in joy.

"Okay, I've waited for your words long ago...what a good old man, your son is going to be famous, so I don't want to drink more to celebrate."

Niu Jinda also excitedly stood up. "Go and go, just in time the old man went to see my nephew Bixian.

Today, the old man will not say anything else, he must have a good drink with this good baby. "

Thanks to Cheng Saburo, his son's legs can walk and jump like ordinary people, and even return to the battlefield.

And Fang actually became famous for his excellent works of art, and he was still Cheng Saburo.

Although Niu Jinda is a boring gourd, he also understands that Cheng Saburo really regards his son as a brother.

Such a good baby, I don't know how to boast, so I can't blame him anyhow.