The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 Everyone looked at the painting in a daze, especially as a multi-talented master Fang who had a lot of research on painting art.

　　 even more eagerly walked to the front and looked at it carefully for several times before he could not help but mutter.

　　 "This is really Yan Liben's handwriting, but how is this possible?"

　　 Yan Liben, the official position is not high, but this guy is definitely a benchmark in the Tang literary world, and he has a literary temper.

　　Although his art works are of extremely high value, it is difficult for them to flow out. Almost all of them are hidden in the palace.

　　 was regarded as a treasure handed down by the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, but he did not expect that Lao Cheng also had one in his home, and the painting was still Lao Cheng and his six children.

　　 This is so special that people are not allowed to live, Fang Xuanling, the prime minister who can hold a boat, has his eyes full of jealousy at this moment.

　　 Why, just paint Cheng Yaojin's evil appearance? Scary?

　　 Yan Langzhong, if you have that leisure time, it is better to paint a portrait of a man with a dignified, handsome manner.

　　 "Old Cheng, should you call the door and force Yan Langzhong to paint for you?" Li Ji couldn't help but curl his lips, guessing the truth without malicious intent.

　　 "Fart, I didn't want this picture yet, who knows that Lao Yan cried and shouted and wanted to give me away, saying, "My old Cheng is naturally powerful and fierce, like a **** will descend..."

　　 Looking at the posture of Cheng biting the golden saliva and the stars flying across, even though the great Tang lords were full of disbelief.

　　 The problem is that the painting is there. Believe it or not, the artist Yan Da has already painted Cheng Yaojin's hideous appearance in the painting.

　　Weichigong took the wine glass unwillingly, and loudly reminded the famous and non-famous figures of the Tang Dynasty.

　　 "It's OK, look at what paintings, have the ability, continue to drink, and can walk straight out of the old Cheng's house is a good guy, do it!"

　　 "That is, we are all a bunch of rough men, just look at it, this thing, even if you draw a few more villains, you can do it, drink!"

　　 When Cheng Chubi waited for the younger generation to leave the front hall, the hustle and bustle inside had already resumed.

　　 Cheng Chubi’s yard, a group of young dandies, without the suppression of their elders, restored the usual arrogance and arrogance, and the beginning of a toast to change a cup was raging.

　　 But there are always some guys who are still stalking Yan Da's masterpieces that the other party has only seen.

　　 "It's really like your dad. I just saw it, but it scared me out of a cold sweat, my little brother."

　　 "Yeah, yeah, could Yan Langzhong be crazy? He would actually give it to your father...cough, of course, the younger brother said that he shouldn't give Uncle Cheng a painting."

　　 "Just because of Yan Langzhong's stinky temper that no one is willing to take care of, how could he make such a move?"

　　 "Hey, I can't think of it, I have so many famous generals in the Tang Dynasty, it is your father who boarded the scroll of Yan Langzhong..."

　　 "???" Cheng Chubi was directly unhappy. "Why, you are not convinced, if you do, let your father go to Yan Langzhong to draw two pictures for your father."

　　 is not happy to listen to this group of young people with envy and jealousy. It seems that they drink less alcohol.

　　 "Come on, don't be crooked, it's my brother's, do it all!"

　　 The eldest brother Cheng Chumo raised the wine glass in his hand very boldly, and drank it first.

Brother 　　 also raised the glass, and also pulled a handful of Cheng Chubi who was about to pee. In desperation, Cheng Chubi could only raise the glass with a solemn expression on his face.

　　 It took a long time to wink his eyebrows and get his eyes relieved, and he was energetic. The third brothers of the Cheng family are all real people, and the wine is dry.

　　 All the brothers who cut chicken heads and burned yellow paper were all refreshing people. Besides, they were not in front of the elders, everyone was very refreshing and very happy.

　　 The first few cups of three-leaf pulp made by Chengfu's secret sauce are the most difficult to swallow, but they can make people's mouth slippery as they drink.

　　 Even Li Ke, the king of Shu, has already started to toast.

　　 Wei Chi Baoqing rushed forward, stroking Chubi happily and raising his glass.

　　 "Come on, our brothers will squat together on business when that time comes."

　　 Cheng Chubi hadn't reacted yet, and another **** face also squeezed over, happily and authentically.

　　 "I almost forgot about it. My second brother is the prince Zuo Nei Lili, you should be more affectionate and affectionate. Hahaha..."

　　 Cheng Chubi couldn't help but have a good time, but he didn't expect that one of the twins of Yuchi was also eating together under the hands of the Prince.

　　 "From then on, Brother Baoqing will take care of them a lot."

　　 "Hahaha, if you want me to take care of it, let's drink it first before talking." Yuchi Baoqing is indeed a honest and honest person.

　　 actually dared to make a provocation at the old Cheng's house, and then Yuchi Baoqing became the first brave boy to die heroically.

　　 was skillfully lifted by Cheng Fu Jia Ding and thrown into the guest room.

　　 The fight on the old Cheng’s wine table like the Tiger’s Den in Longtan is still going on...

　　 "...I see, let's go down." Li Shimin heard the eunuch's report and was stunned for a long time before he realized it.

　　 glanced at the sky approaching dusk, shook his head helplessly, and let them go.

　　 These official documents will be handed over to Qing Fang tomorrow.

　　Unexpectedly, Fang Qing, a gentle and elegant prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, could not walk away even as he entered the old Cheng's house.

　　 Thinking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help but chuckled twice, and he quickly made a face.

　　 Zhao Kun's expression was dull and numb, as if he could not see or hear anything, trying to fulfill his role as a loyal guard leader.

　　 When the sky was getting dark, Lu Shi stood at the door of the house with some worry, beside him, Fang Shen, the eldest son, also looked at the street with anxious expression.

　　The little effort, I finally saw my father's car driving ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ slowly, but the question is, why the father's guards.

　　 Two of them looked downcast, like a defeated team and fled back.

　　 Then, the grandfather of the room, who should have been personable and free and easy, was lifted from the car with the door panel.

　　 Then he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Lu's face full of concern, and Fang Shen, the eldest son.

　　 At that moment, Fang Xuanling let out a sigh of joy as if he was a survivor. "Is this old man home?"

　　 "...Master, are you better?" Lu's heartily fanned Fang Xuanling, who was lying on the couch with a towel on his forehead.

　　 "Well, thank you Madam, I feel much better after drinking sober soup."

　　 Fang Xuanling sat up with difficulty, still feeling dizzy and feeling nauseous, but she was able to hold it back anyway.

　　 I thought of the noises that came from my ears when I was being carried out of Cheng's Mansion.

　　 Fang Xuanling, who always pays attention to her own reputation, feels that life is better than death. It is impossible to go to Cheng's Mansion in this life, and it is impossible in the next life.

　　 "By the way, sir, Jun'er, he is still trapped in Cheng's Mansion?" Lu asked when he saw that his husband's face was a little better.

　　 "Jun'er wanted to escape with her husband...cough cough, leaving Cheng's mansion, who expected to be stopped by an old man.

　　 Said that the little doll was unfair, and he drove Jun'er back..."

　　 "Old Piff Cheng!" Lu Shi couldn't help uttering angrily with his dark face.

　　 "Ah, it's Li..." Fang Xuanling quickly reminded her. "It's Master Li..."

　　 "It's not the same, it's a bunch of old and disrespectful goods."

　　 Lu's lip curled, although her voice was a little quieter, no one wanted to stop her from making complaints.

"……Right."