The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Don't say you can't tie it, and a certain family won't make it." Yu Chigong on the side is a real person, hey hey.

Pointed to Chang Sun Wuji's chubby beer belly, then pointed and patted his belly.

The old man is full of healthy flesh here, and he has Sun Wuji's belly like he is pregnant with Liujia. Ha ha……

One looks down on his body, the other is more direct, gestures with his fingers, you guys are so good!

Changsun Wuji's face went black, if it weren't for the fight, Lao Tzu would make you both splash five steps with blood.

"Cheng Yaojin, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb, and you will return it to me if you think it is inappropriate."

"Hahaha...Look at you, if you say a word, why are you anxious to get angry." Cheng Yaojin had a happy laugh.

"In the hands of my old Cheng family, how could it be possible to pay you back."

As soon as these words were spoken, the gang of generals who had only been relieved almost smiled and cocked their mouths. This is really the truth.

After playing for a while, he patted the belt in Cheng Chubi's arms, and the kind-eyed old father said towards Cheng Chubi.

"Come, come, and one for dad."

Cheng Chubi felt that what he regretted most was that he had created such a great poem for his father on the occasion of the Double Ninth Festival.

Cheng Chubi's gaze swept around. In spring, it was drizzling and misty and full of greenery. This is Weicheng again. Let it go, in order to satisfy his father's little wish.

I'm also fighting for my son, so I swept left and right now. "Father, do you have any wine?"

"...You kid, you really are like those scholars, you have to drink to write poetry, right?" Cheng Yaojin was a little unhappy.

The Wenchen next to him was not happy anymore, all of them glared at Cheng Yaojin with black faces.

Cheng Chubi was not well, but he could only insist on his personal opinion.

"Father, you have to be inspired to write poems? My boy has no inspiration right now, so I can get it if I can get it with two or two fingers."

I can't say that one of the lines in that poem has something to do with wine. Others shouldn't think that you, a talented son, cheated.

Cheng Yaojin turned his head, looked around, and waved to Yu Chigong.

"Lao Weichi, do you still have your aphthous treatment? My son wants to write a poem to add some fun."

The shout again attracted people's attention.

Li Shimin shook his head dumbly. "For the first time in my life, I looked at my father who forced my son to compose a poem for myself."

As soon as this remark came out, all the civil servants around him burst into laughter, and the laughter was exaggerated.

It must be revenge, but unfortunately, their actions like this can't hurt Cheng to bite the hair.

Yuchi stared at Cheng Yaojin grievously, and reluctantly untied a small gourd beside his waist.

"It's not allowed to finish drinking. A certain family brought such a small portion when they went out today."

Cheng Yaojin shook the little gourd, which was only half a pot, in a bad manner.

"Look at you like that, hurry to my house tomorrow, let the third child treat you and it will be over..."

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As soon as the cork was unplugged, a strong aroma of wine radiated out instantly, and Cheng Chubi took a small wooden bowl that he didn't know who handed it over.

After receiving the small bowl, Cheng Chubi took a deep breath of alcohol and became intoxicated under the gaze of the quiet officials of the Tang Dynasty.

It seemed that at this moment, his soul and **** had been sublimated, and then Cheng Saburo smiled confidently and calmly.

"Weicheng is in the rain and the dust is light, and the army house is green and green. I persuade the emperor to have a glass of wine and go west to Chang'an for no reason."

A great minister with gray beard, enjoying the rare misty and misty scenery, couldn't help but shook his head with emotion.

"It's a good one to persuade the monarch to have a glass of wine, and I went to Chang'an for no reason... It's a pity, this kid is actually the baby of the old Cheng family..."

"That's... a song "Send Brother Niu Wei Tuo West to Chang'an" is now being heard in the world, and this new farewell song is really not bad."

The grandson Wuji, who was already strapless on his waist, couldn't help but happily.

"I don't know the name of this poem, maybe it's "By Father's Order, Cheng Saburo sends his father Cheng Yaojin out of Chang'an."

A group of civil servants snorted endlessly, and some even gave their thumbs up to Changsun Wuji very convincingly.

"The eldest Sun Sikong is really quick to think, he Cheng Yaojin is really beautiful, cheeky and let his son make a name for him, maybe it can be a good story..."

"Puff...you are too bad...hahaha, it makes sense..."

"Yes, yes, these words must be written down by the historian.

Let the people of later generations see how our famous Datang will be famous. "

A two gentle gentleman, at this moment, looks so yin and yang strange, full of poems.

Li Shimin suppressed his smile, but he couldn't help but grin open from time to time.

It is worthy of being a well-knowledgeable literati who speaks yin and yang.

It's a pity that it fell into the eyes of those rough men, it was better to hurt him more and more joyously than Tui.

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After Cheng Chubi read it, he respectfully presented the wine bowl to his father standing in front of him. Cheng Yaojin was quite satisfied, took the wooden bowl happily, and drained it in one mouthful.

Winking eyebrows for a long time, then laughed out loud. "Happily, okay, the third poem, you are deeply in the heart of a father."

"Daddy likes it. It's a sigh of relief for such a child, and he did not live up to your expectations." Cheng Chubi was also relieved.

Next to him, he had been shirring his beard, and the jealous Li Ji also walked over and patted Cheng Chubi on the shoulder.

Take out the style of an elder.

"Cheng Lao San, this farewell poem is good, but well, there are many shortcomings here."

"???" Cheng Chubi looked at this man with a black line on his face. What do you mean, do you have both civil and military skills?

"For example, if you persuade you to have a glass of wine, you will leave Chang'an for no reason. There is a problem with these two sentences."

"Is your father a gentleman? Definitely not... You should ah ah ah... What do you mean, Lao Cheng, I'm teaching your son..."

Cheng Yaojin pointed at Li Ji who was fleeing, spitting and flying across the sky.

"Fuck away, you fucking, I'm not a gentleman, you are, your whole family is a gentleman."

"That's right, Cheng Laosan, you should be a little bit more direct, and persuade father to have a glass of wine, go west to Chang'an without relatives."

"Yes, yeah, I think it's such a reason, Lao Cheng, let your son change it quickly..."

As a junior, Cheng Chubi stood dumbfounded among the murderous generals of the Tang Dynasty.

I always feel that something is wrong, because history has not recorded the true side of these famous civil servants in the early Tang Dynasty.

It was also because the diaries of those who knew the truth failed to pass on and were destroyed by the wars that changed dynasties.

Caught among the gang of historical figures who showed their true colors, Cheng Chubi sighed.

I really want to spread out in the spring breeze~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A toast to look at the sun and shout: The world is not worth it...

"Go! A bunch of bastards."

Cheng Yaojin pulled Cheng Chubi with a black line on his face in an extremely depraved manner, and stayed away from the gang of generals who were not good birds.

Fortunately, the chaotic scene did not last long, and Li Shimin, who was so happy that he almost broke his belly after watching enough of the show.

Finally picked up the style of the ruler of the Datang Empire and announced that he would return to the palace.

Cheng Chubi waited for the young juniors, and finally rushed out of the Weicheng camp in embarrassment.

Looking at his father who was standing on the dock to see off, Cheng Chubi was with his two elder brothers.

Respectfully salute the tall and burly father who can shelter the old Cheng family for a lifetime.

"Father, return home safely." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but yelled.

Cheng Yaojin was happy, waved his hand, turned his horse's head, and went straight back to the camp...