The First Family of Tang Dynasty

When Cheng Chubi saw Li Ji's old man telling you that it was for your kid's good expression, he was displeased.

Lao Tzu just wanted to ask when the current ration is a ghost, and then give you some good advice.

In the end, I was so anxious and pale-faced with me, the young guy, why anxious? Neither beat your sons nor eat your millet.

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy Cheng Chubi didn't say a word, but the sneaky eyes turned frequently.

I could see that Li Ke, who is very familiar with Brother Chu Bi's temper, was secretly palpitating in his heart.

For fear that this Xiongtai will become angry, and when will the uncontrollable demon moth come.

However, Cheng Chubi didn't say anything, it didn't mean that the old demon moth Li Ji Li Bingbu, who liked to tease the younger generation, would let this young man go so easily.

The important thing is that Li Ji still remembers himself from dealing with the boy Cheng Saburo.

Seeing Cheng Chubi's appearance, he couldn't help but happily jabbed Cheng Chubi with his big toes.

"Cheng Saburo, what do you mean with a sneaky look on your kid, not convinced?"

Hearing these words, Cheng Chubi got frustrated and said with a stubborn neck. "Uncle Li Ji, do you want us to make a bet."

Seeing Cheng Chubi's unconvincing posture, Li Ji was immediately happy, with a long beard and a smirk on his face.

"Yo? Your kid wants to bet against the old man?"

Cheng Chubi said authentically without hesitation.

"If your nephew can make a ration that can meet the consumption of a soldier in a day with only one catty. Then you will lose to your nephew's salary for half a year."

With a puff, Li Shimin directly sprayed out the tea he had just swallowed.

Brother Li Ke and Fang Jun directly hugged their stomachs and shrank into shrimp balls, if it weren't for the elders.

These two guys can repeatedly flip themselves on the floor to express the mood swings at the moment.

Ashnadul looked at the scarlet-faced Cheng Saburo with a dull face. How could this kid think of making such a bet.

"???" Li Ji's old face was directly blacked into the bottom of an iron pot that has boiled gold juice for a hundred years. I lost to you for half a year's salary...

Li Ji pulled his face, his angry fingers trembled.

"Cheng Saburo, you kid, don't you know what the half-year salary of the old man is?"

Cheng Chubi quickly moved his **** a few times, trying to sit far away from this elder who doesn't speak martial arts.

But although people are counseling, their mouths must not be counseled. "I don't know but my father knows."

Li Shimin saw that the old and the young were arguing in front of him, and he quickly stepped up to be a peacemaker.

"Okay, okay, you two, don't argue anymore, just stop for a while."

"Nephew Chu Bixian wants to do this, naturally, it is also for the court, but also for my Datang Wuben to be able to better serve the country."

"But Li Qing, your concerns are also right. Soldiers have to eat and eat well, otherwise, where would they have the strength to march and fight hard to kill the enemy."

"Since you two make sense, it would be better to let the old man testify to you personally."

"??" Li Ji looked at His Majesty with a dumbfounded expression, and he was personally ill all day long.

What do you mean, just because of this kid's words, Li will lose half a year's salary?

Cheng Chubi was overjoyed and said respectfully to Li Shimin.

"Okay, my nephew, thank you Uncle Zhangyi for taking the shot."

Li Shimin's gaze fell on Li Ji's body, winking at him again and again.

Although Li Ji was displeased, after seeing the eyes cast by Li Shimin, he could only look at Cheng Chubi this little **** with a black face.

"Cheng Saburo, you guys can think about it well, if you lose, you will have to compensate the old man with your father's half-year salary, dare you?"

Cheng Chubi suddenly puffed up his eyes. What does this old guy mean, he wants to kill someone with a secret arrow?

I bet with you and involve my dad. You want me to be violently beaten by my relatives.

Cheng Chubi, who had seen through the evil uncle Li Ji's wicked tactics, raised his neck.

"Uncle Li Ji, you have to be reasonable. It is your nephew who is betting with you, and it is not my father who bet with you. If I lose...

Even if my nephew is smashing the pot and selling iron, he will definitely collect money equivalent to your half-year salary to compensate you. "

Li Shimin, His Majesty the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, is like a treacherous casino owner who is sitting in the house.

"Um...this is also possible, I wonder what do you think of Li Qing's family?"

"No matter, since your Majesty has spoken, the old man doesn't bother to care about this little bastard. As long as he can make up enough, the minister will reluctantly accept it."

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Fang Jun looked awkwardly at the elders and the younger ones with horizontal eyebrows and green eyes.

There is also the emperor, who looks very kind on weekdays, but at the moment he has a hypocritical and perfunctory smile, his eyes are so happy.

"Why, why did you make a bet in a blink of an eye, aren't we here to deliver the iron stove?"

Li Ke looked interested and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.

"Then what to do, whoever makes Li Bingbu like to molest the younger generation, this will make Brother Chubi annoyed, tusk..."

"I don't know if Brother Chu Bi can really have this kind of ability. If he has, then Li Bingbu has lost his salary for half a year~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and won't suffer."

"What do you mean by this?" Fang Jun humbly turned toward this man with a lot of eyes, and his mind turned quickly to ask for advice from Brother De.

Li Ke raised his brows and lowered his voice, muttering in Fang Jun's ear.

"Li Ji is an admiral of the Ministry of War. If he bet with Brother Chu Bi, he would really come up with rations that would be beneficial to our march in the Tang Dynasty.

Do you think my father can really make him lose his salary for half a year? "

Just when Li Ke and Fang Jun were whispering, Zhao Kun had already been ordered to get a pen.

Then, Emperor Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, wrote down a betting agreement personally, and then gave it to Cheng Chubi and Li Ji for signature.

Outside the palace, Li Ke couldn't help but approached Cheng Chuqing and asked.

"Brother Chubi, are you sure you can get that kind of ration?"

"Heh... I said Brother Xian, in your tone, is it because you suspect that Cheng can't make it out?"

Cheng Chubi glared at Li Ke unhappily. He knew very well that Li Ji didn't mean to target himself.

The old driver was worried that the soldiers would not have enough to eat, which would damage the combat effectiveness of the soldiers in Datang.

However, the old driver was also a little short-tempered, and he raised his eyebrows and green eyes before listening to his explanation.

For such an unreasonable elder, Cheng Chubi felt that if he had given it this tone, wouldn't he be blinded by his reputation as the most capable person in the Tang Dynasty?

Looking at the two brothers who were cutting chicken heads and burning yellow paper, Cheng Chubi decided to give them more confidence.

So, he raised a middle finger...

"???"