The First Family of Tang Dynasty

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When Li Shimin looked at this guy's serious nonsense, he almost couldn't help but vomit.

Fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty maintained the basic decentness in front of his courtiers, hehe, he did not pay attention to this cheeky.

The civil servants behind him were frequently pouting their lips, and the military commander was winking at the example of this Datang soldier with his thumbs up.

"Cheng Qing, your ancestor of the Cheng family is really a heir to poetry?" Li Chengqian, who had already summoned Cheng Chubi to his side, couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

Li Chengqian was sitting on a wooden cart at the moment because of inconvenience in his legs and feet, carefully pushed forward by two eunuchs.

Cheng Chubi's face turned dark, but he nodded his head with restraint. "This is natural. The ancestors of our old Cheng family are all civil servants."

"It was only in my father's generation that he abandoned his literary and military positions."

The sound of puffs went up and down one after another, and Cheng Chubi burst into a burst of mentality, and he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

"What do you mean, don't believe it, then you also write a poem for Cheng to comment on it."

"See if it's yours or our Cheng family?"

The officials who had just tried to control their emotions couldn't help but have black lines on their faces, and they looked sideways at Cheng Saburo, who was unwilling to show weakness.

Li Chengqian suppressed his almost cramped belly and quickly turned the topic off, finally avoiding a small-scale conflict.

Soon, the large army drove into the Weicheng camp. In the Weicheng camp, His Majesty the Emperor Datang cordially received the tens of thousands of Datang elites.

He also delivered a passionate speech, but it was a pity that Cheng Chubi failed in the dictation of classical Chinese, and only thought it was so-so.

After all, motivating speeches are best spoken, coupled with passionate body language to move people's hearts even more.

This made Cheng Chubi couldn't help but think of his most impressive leadership speech.

The school arrested a group of students who fell in love, smoked, and stole electrical appliances in the dormitory.

Then, the dean of the school instructors danced in an anxious manner, roaring at the school forbidden.

Ling Cheng Chubi waited for the students standing in the front row, and the spit star with his face was deeply shocked.

Ahem... Skip the gossip, the aura of His Majesty the Emperor of Tang is of course much stronger than that of the school's dean.

With the speech of His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the voice of tens of thousands of soldiers from the Great Tang Wansheng that shook hundreds of miles, shook the sky and the earth.

Whether it was a civil servant or a military commander, old or young, the hearts of the people were stirred by that passionate roar.

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After the speech was over, the task of the generals was of course not completed, and the ministers and workers greeted each other with greetings.

We have to wait for His Majesty the Emperor of Tang Dynasty to express cordial condolences to the generals.

Uncle Li, who was very satisfied that he played very well on the spot, was in a happy mood at this moment, standing there with a smile and looking around proudly.

At this moment, Changsun Wuji suddenly smiled and looked around. "Duke, today the army is going to Tuyuhun."

"Although I am traveling for the military, since I am here with your Majesty and send off my colleagues, should I also express it?"

Seeing Changsun Wuji speaking, Li Shimin's eyes lit up and he clapped and laughed.

"Haha, Aiqing made sense. I still remember that "Send Brother Niu Wei Tuo West to Chang'an" recited by Cheng Saburo a few days ago."

"This farewell poem is still fresh in my memory. Hearing of this poem, it has been spread to the cities around Chang'an."

"What your Majesty said is quite true. Because of this, how can I be brave without shame as a counselor by your Majesty's side?" Changsun Wuji chuckled.

"Today, the minister also prepared a song to congratulate my great Tang army on the westward march to overseas..."

As soon as Changsun Wuji, the uncle of the country, made a move, any of the literati of Datang would be willing to be willing to follow others.

As the saying goes, Wen has no first and Wu has no second. Your grandson Wuji is capable, but it doesn't mean that you are more talented than me.

Soon, a cadre of civil servants shook their heads and began to wave their sleeves and robe in the Weicheng camp, sighing, mourning the spring and the autumn.

The generals are full of black lines, what does this special mother mean? This is a military powerhouse, where the murderous camp is located.

You gang of scholars, can you point your face and write a poem? Get out of the camp and get rid of it.

However, the generals were frantically complaining in their hearts, but looking at His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he was intoxicated, shaking his head and shaking his head.

It's really hard to push people out, so I can only stare with a dark face, and viciously look at the gang of civil servants who are dancing in the barracks.

Roughly versed in writing, I still remember that at the Double Ninth Festival last year, Yu Chigong was suddenly unhappy when he was squeezed out and went to the public to make a chanting song.

Looking left and right, he hurriedly pulled a handful of Cheng Yaojin who was bragging to farewell with a ticket to see off, and made a nuisance over there.

"Old Cheng, what are you so happy? Didn't you see that gang of Ziwenfuhu's things are hitting the place again?"

"Ouch? As expected, hahaha..." Cheng Yaojin turned his head and couldn't help but enjoy the situation over there.

Li Ji stroked his long beard, pushed his elbow against Ding Cheng, biting gold and instigated him.

"What's the matter? Old Cheng, you already have a draft, ready to go to your majesty to have a look and shake the gang of guys?"

"I said, brother Shiji, you are a literati who prides itself on reading a lot of books among our brothers.

Lao Wei Chi and I were already out last time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's your turn today, hurry up. "

"Fuck, I don't have such a thick face to be embarrassed." Li Ji, who did not expect to encourage failure, glared at the cheeky.

Over there, after Yigan Wenchen had stirred up the atmosphere, Li Shimin also cleared his throat and wrote a song amidst the instigation of the courtiers.

Suddenly, it evoked the applause of the whole house, making the emperor of Tang Dynasty look more and more glorious and smile again and again.

At this moment, the eldest Sun Shunde was suddenly happy. "Your Majesty, isn't that Cheng Saburo?"

"The previous Chongyang Feast, this kid wrote "Chrysanthemum for the Chongyang Feast on the Eighth Day of the Eighth Year of Chang'an Zhenguan".

But he won the princes and won the heads of his majesty and the emperor. "

"Since this kid is here today, it's better to let him have a try.

It can be regarded as let me wait to appreciate the talent of the old Cheng family's first talent with both civil and military skills. "

Chu Suiliang smiled and stroked his palms and praised: "Shunde's public statement is reasonable, your majesty, the minister lost for a while that day, but he is still unwilling..."

Li Shimin couldn't help having fun. "You guys, a bunch of elders are still like this, it doesn't matter..."

Li Shimin glanced away and saw Cheng Chubi and Cheng Yaojin squatting together, and he simply raised his hand to signal.

"Let's go, let's go and take a look."

Cheng Yaojin slapped the youngest on the shoulder, signaled Cheng Chubi to follow, and walked towards His Majesty surrounded by a group of civil servants.

"The minister has met your majesty, met the princes..." Cheng Chubi respectfully saluted very well.

Li Shimin nodded and smiled.

"Cheng Sanlang, today I have tens of thousands of elites from Datang to go to Tuyuhun, and a lot of officials, ministers and workers, enthusiastically use poems and fu for harmony.

"I wonder if you can congratulate you with a masterpiece?"

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