The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"??" Cheng Chubi stood in a daze in front of the supplies he had brought with him, holding a porcelain bottle in his hand in a daze.

Li Ke, the king of Shu who looked around and looked boring, saw Cheng Chubi's shocked expression and walked over curiously.

"Brother Chubi, what's wrong with you?"

"No... impossible." Cheng Chubi ignored Li Ke, but shook the empty porcelain bottle in his hand in disbelief.

There is more than two catties of alcohol here, and today's surgery, including the disinfection of the ward, can cost less than half a catty.

Cheng Chubi pulled out the cork and shook the porcelain bottle with the mouth down for a long time. There was not even a drop of alcohol.

But the strong aroma of wine spilled out, so Li Ke couldn't help taking a deep breath, and his Adam's apple began to stir up and down.

"Brother Chubi, this wine tastes so fragrant..."

"Hehe, fragrance, right? It's for you." Cheng Chubi, who was in a very unbeautiful mood, stuffed the empty porcelain bottle directly into Li Ke's arms. If he likes you, he will hold and lick it.

Li Ke looked at the empty porcelain bottle in his arms with a dazed expression.

I'm so dignified, your Royal Highness Shu, you actually gave me a worthless empty porcelain bottle?

Forget it, don't bother with Cheng Lao San who likes nonsense, smell the smell, tusk tusk... it's really fragrant.

"Cheng Liang!" Following Cheng Chubi's loud voice.

Cheng Fujia Ding, who was sorting the supplies by the side, quickly agreed and ran over.

"The villain is here, what's the third son's order?"

"Let me ask you, where is the alcohol in this bottle?"

Cheng Chubi had a sullen face and pointed to the empty porcelain vase in Li Ke's arms.

His Royal Highness Shu Wang was taking a deep breath at the mouth of the bottle with blurred eyes.

"San Gongzi, it wasn't the villain who did it." Cheng Liang saw Cheng Chubi's unhappy face, his head down in despair.

"Who is that?"

"The villain, the villain..." Cheng Liang looked around, seeming a little scared.

This attitude made Cheng Chubi more and more suspicious. "Is it my father?"

Is this impossible? My father is more accustomed to grabbing.

"No, no, no, it's not the master, the villain suspects it is General Yuchi..."

Cheng Liang's head shook quickly, glanced at Li Ke not far away, and whispered to report.

"...The general stayed in the operating room for a long time, and the villain glanced in curiously. The general was not happy..."

Thinking of opening the gauze curtain, I saw the unhappy black face of General Yuchi.

There were also big copper bell eyes that were full of fierce light, and Cheng Liang felt that the spine was sweating, and he was immediately persuaded at that time.

Cheng Chubi's face went dark. If it was really the black hand of General Yuchi, then...Well, Cheng Chubi immediately thought of his beloved father.

I'm afraid that only by asking my father to come forward can I break the wrist with General Yuchi.

It's just that for the sake of drinking alcohol, to accuse a murderous countryman of being noble and stealing. Is it too fussing?

Just when Cheng Chubi was still struggling, he suddenly saw that he saw his beloved father Cheng Yaojin and General Yuchigong.

From a corner, the figure was revealed, and the two famous figures of Tang Dynasty looked extraordinarily energetic and energetic.

It feels like these two rough masters just won five million lucky draws.

"???" Cheng Chubi was a little dazed, always feeling something was wrong.

"Hahaha... the third child, come here for my father."

Cheng Yaojin also saw Cheng Chubi staring at herself in a daze, hehe with a leap, strode over.

"My third child, it was really hard for you today. Uncle Yuchi and I suddenly had something to do when we left the house to do it, and we'll be back soon."

"Okay, Dad will leave first, and I'll talk about it later."

Cheng Chubi didn't even have a chance to speak, so he was thrown on the spot by his dear father.

Cheng Chubi's face was a bit dark. Why did my father speak with a familiar, high-level taste of alcohol in his mouth?

After staring blankly at the two top figures of the Tang Dynasty Xungui bullies list standing side by side, Cheng Chubi's gaze shifted downward.

He saw it, and saw a small water bag on the belts of his father and Yu Chigong.

With their arrogant and arrogant steps, swinging from side to side, they are extraordinarily enchanting...

Cheng Chubi's face became darker and darker, as black as the bottom of an iron pot steamed with more than 300 catties of zheji.

The truth seemed to be solved in an instant.

"Your father is so kind to you." Li Ke took the cork to stop the porcelain bottle, held it in his hand, reluctant to put it down.

I really envy this fiercely famous Cheng Yaojin, who looks very kind and kind in front of Brother Chubi.

"Ha, isn't it okay to be born with it?" Cheng Chubi said weakly. Forget it, the son does not say that the father has passed, the son does not think the mother is ugly...

I just hope that these two old men don't get alcohol poisoned, but with the heavy drinking of the two men who fought on the wine table all the time, they still have that strong physique like a human bear.

The remaining wine, which is less than two catties in height, shouldn't reach that level... right...

But after thinking about it, Cheng Chubi was still not at ease, and quickly exhorted Cheng Liang's ear.

Cheng Liang rushed forward and rushed with his heart, not to go to the end of the two murderous masters.

Instead, I went to find Cheng Jie, the head of the Cheng family's guard, and asked him to stare more, and report any problems as soon as possible.

The other thing is to let him go home by the way and get some alcohol.

To clean Uncle Qin's wounds by himself, I can't use lime water that makes people worse than death, right?

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With little effort, Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong found a restaurant near Qin's Mansion, and they chose a private room without saying a word.

Both water sacs were placed on the case table. Just after the cold dishes were served, the two of them couldn't wait to start their hands.

Seeing the fierce big bully Cheng picked up the essence of the wine, which was poured about five or six dollars, he respectfully respected him.

"Come on, let's do one." As soon as the voice fell, he raised his neck and drained.

In an instant, that face full of fleshy flesh instantly wrinkled into a ball, and his hands were scratched against the air a few times.

Winking his eyebrows for a long time, he let out a fierce cry for the rest of his life. "happy!"

The moment when Yu Chigong, who had also tasted the taste before, swallowed the essence of the wine. His expressions and movements are exactly the same as Lao Cheng.

Then he looked drunk and touched his throat all the way to his stomach contentedly.

"Cool! A certain family feels like they have a knife, which has been inserted from this life to the stomach, and it is full of energy."

"This is the essence of wine made with nearly a hundred catties of wine. One or two of the essence of wine is one catty of wine. It's not a big surprise."

Cheng Yaojin made a frightening drink.

Yuchi licked his lips respectfully.

"Fucking, it's worthy of being called the wine in the wine, good baby. Come on, let's do one more brother."

The two of them almost didn't eat a bite of food, and the wine was dry, and they didn't know how to do it. Yu Chigong felt that something was wrong.

He shook his dizzy head. "Old Cheng, why is this **** so powerful?"

Cheng Yaojin also felt that something was wrong, this **** only drank less than half a catty, why did he feel that his eyes were a little bit flowery.

However, as a tyrannical bully in the noble circle of the Tang Dynasty, he naturally couldn't persuade him. Cheng Yaojin gave a strong smile.

"Don't think Cheng, you won't be Xiongtai?"

Yuchigong is not happy anymore. Who is not good, just your old Cheng can bear it, right? Raised the cup and drained it.

"Hehe, just a little bit of wine, it's strange that a certain family can get drunk, go on."

The spring breeze is blowing and the drums are fighting, who is afraid of whom on the wine table?

The two rough men with strong personality began to drink until the glass was dry. The strong aroma of wine.

Not only overflowed the private room, but even drilled out along the crack in the door.

Cheng Jie and Yuchi's guards both squinted their eyes and breathed deeply with all their faces all intoxicated...