The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　唔, in short, your Majesty is happy, we dare not be honest people to expose the truth.

　　 Changsun Wugu patted her husband's arm with one hand, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the husband in front of him with bright eyes and sighed lightly.

　　 "But if you have wronged your husband, you will not be punished by a person because of his likes and dislikes."

　　 Li Shimin's heart warmed, and he took hold of the gentle softness of the grandson Wuguo. "Don't mention the bad things, how is the father's body?"

　　 Well, it's better to change the subject at this time. Certainly can't tell the truth about Guanyin maidservant.

　　 It was the **** Cheng Yaojin who took that picture of his heartbroken stepping in the spring to anger. Fortunately, there were no other courtiers at the time, otherwise the ruling and the people who looked so embarrassed on me would know it.

　　 I had to leave my signature and seal, and he said that for this masterpiece, the youngest of his family did not want to eat or drink at home for this masterpiece, and was so worried that he couldn't sleep.

　　 I'm afraid that it will be delayed like this. If I get sick, there will be no way to treat Qin Qiong.

　　Well, if it wasn't for Qin Qing's life-threatening reasons, he would definitely take up a big stick and beat this shameless **** out of the palace.

　　 "Father's illness is a bit more serious than last year."

　　 "But these days, I got the diagnosis and treatment of two Taoist leaders, Sun and Yuan, and took medicine, which relieved a little, but it's still..."

　　 When it comes to this, the grandson Wu Gu's eyebrows frown, and he sighs leisurely.

　　 Seeing Wuguo's sad expression on his grandson, Li Shimin gently embraced his beloved wife in his arms and whispered comfortingly.

　　 "Kuanyin maid, don't worry, I have already made an order to find famous doctors everywhere, and there will be thousands of doctors who will eventually cure the disease of the father."

　　 "The husband is so filial, and the father is very pleased." The long-term Sun Wugou smiled, and somewhat mischievously pulled out his husband's sideburns.

　　 "With this good match, what can the husband want..." Li Shimin frowned and smiled.

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　　 Juebu's collaborator Yan Liben raised the pen and looked at the newly completed painting carefully. When he saw a brushwork, it seemed a little vain.

　　 can't help frowning, put down the pen and sighed, then picked up this picture if it was passed on to later generations.

　　 must be able to become a masterpiece handed down to the students to form a ball, and throw it into the bamboo basket aside.

　　 took the tea soup and sipped it. It seems that the inspiration is gone today, so I will try again another day.

　　 If the painting is not satisfied, then it should not be spread. This is the conscience and sense of responsibility of an artist.

　　 He also stepped out of the studio, and saw the next person rushing towards this side in a panic.

　　 "Master, the master is not good, Lu Guogong came to the door."

　　 "???" Yan Liben was stunned.

　　 Lu Guogong, isn't that just the father of Cheng Lao San, who has a negative talent in painting and art, and the fierce and noble bully Cheng Yaojin?

　　 The old man has never met him. What does it mean that he hits the door?

　　 While thinking about it, he saw that Cheng Yaojin, who was burly like a human bear, was striding towards this side with a long wooden box in his hands.

　　 "Hahaha, old Yan, the old man finally caught you."

　　 Those big eyes staring like bronze bells, the bright eyes, the greedy eyes like robbers, and the arrogant tone like a domineering mountain king.

　　 "The general stay here, the officer is with you, and there is nothing wrong with you." Yan Liben's face turned pale when he heard it, and he almost turned his head and ran away.

　　 "Look at you, our brothers are somehow former colleagues of the Qin Palace.

　　 Now that they are ministers in the same house, they can be regarded as old friendships. When they meet, they can’t be affectionate. Drink a little wine to relive the fellowship? "

　　 Cheng Yaojin was unhappy. How come these gang of Ziwenchens are so embarrassed one by one.

　　 Talking to them was strenuous, and didn't have a gangster spirit.

　　 Hearing these words, Yan Liben just huh.

　　 It is a well-known artist like the old man who would buy scraps of paper at home as a treasure.

　　 You will never be able to talk with you, a sordid, angry man and goddess in this life, and it will not be possible in the next life.

　　 Waiting for Cheng Yaojin to stand before him, looking at his burly figure like an iron tower, the flesh on his face reveals savagery and arrogance.

　　 The bull's eye like a copper bell can shoot out a murderous light, and the huge slap can squeeze the human head like an egg.

　　 The white teeth showing from the smile seem to be able to bite a living person as food...

　　 The muscles all over the body and the clothes that are about to shatter are obviously heart-palpiting. This is a template for the eighteen-layer **** great devil!

　　 "Old Yan, what are you looking at?" Cheng Yaojin looked at Yan Liben, who was quiet as a chicken, and couldn't help being a little curious.

　　 Yan Liben, who is willing to help others and likes to make friends, so that his artistic life will not be stifled in half.

　　 showed a reserved smile, with a slightly flattering smile, and hurriedly saluted the noble bully.

　　 "It is really an honor for Yan to remember that General Cheng Dawei came to visit in the past, please have me soon......"

　　 Yes, the focus is on art, not life.

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　　Lu Guogong Mansion, in the house of Cheng San Gongzi, Cheng Chubi is sitting behind the desk, his eyes are majestic, with a stick in one hand.

　　 The three bear children who had just been sent back by Cheng Chubi with a stick to do their schoolwork, stared blankly at the "Thousand-Character Essay" before them, yawning.

　　 Seeing this appearance, Cheng Chubi was also panicked, thinking about it, um, hit a stick, and let these bear children relax.

　　 How to relax? Cheng Chubi quickly came up with a good idea.

　　 "Seeing you are all so sleepy, it doesn't matter, today...what story shall I tell?"

　　 The faces of the three bear children turned black for an instant, and they looked at each other.

　　 "Third brother~www.wuxiahere.com~ Don't tell the story, can I write my classwork." Cheng Laowu collapsed on the case in despair.

　　 Cheng, the fourth strongest, endured grief and told lies against his heart.

　　 "Yes, brother, although we like to hear you tell stories, but we have to write schoolwork now, next time."

　　 "It's the same for me."

　　 The sixth man panicked with his hand in a panic and pulled a few times on the case, and finally turned the pen out, and quickly raised it to show that he was a good teenager studying hard.

　　 "Don't worry, this little story is not long, you guys are happy, just do your homework."

　　 Cheng Chubi ignored the plea of ​​the three younger brothers, blinked his eyes, yes.

　　 "This is a historical story, you should be able to understand it.

　　 One day, a knowledgeable elder asked his disciple. ‘What kind of horse is Guan Yu riding in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Does any of you know. ’

　　 As a result, no one answered the group of disciples in front of him, and the elder had to give a hint. Think about it, this horse, Lu Bu has also ridden it.

　　 At this time, a disciple's eyes lit up and he answered loudly. "Diao Chan"

　　 The elder was furious, and shouted violently. "Asshole, what the old man asked was during the day...haha, I rode during the day..."

　　 The three younger brothers looked dumbfoundedly at the smiling third brother, who was already unsteady and threw the stick and hugged his belly while rolling and laughing wildly.

　　 Cheng fourth leaned on the case table with his head in discomfort. "Here again...what the **** is Diao Chan?"

　　 "Maybe it is the one you know, right?" Cheng Laowu continued to feel weak.

　　 "Is it delicious?" Cheng Laoliu's eyes lit up, and his saliva almost dripped out.

　　 I still remember the Zhile Monkey I had eaten last year, but I caught it and fried it and fragrant.

　　 "!!!"