The First Family of Tang Dynasty

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

I couldn't wait to get closer, and after looking at it carefully, I couldn't 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 literature and art world of the Tang Dynasty, and has a literary temper.

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

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

This is so much so 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 draw Cheng Yaojin's evil appearance, why? Scary?

Yan Langzhong, if you have that leisure time, you might as well paint a portrait of a man of literati who is as dignified and personable as Fang X.

"Old Cheng, shouldn't you hit 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 that my old Cheng was born fierce and ferocious, like a **** will descend..."

Looking at the posture of Cheng biting the golden saliva and the stars flying across, the nobles of the Tang Dynasty were full of disbelief.

But 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.

Yu Chigong took the wine glass unwillingly, and loudly reminded the famous and non-famous figures in the Tang Dynasty.

"It's OK, look at what paintings, have the ability, continue to drink, and those who can walk straight out of the old Cheng's house are good guys. Let's 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 it!"

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

In Cheng Chubi's yard, a group of young dandies, without the suppression of their elders, restored their usual arrogance and arrogance, and the waves began to waver when they toasted and changed.

However, there are always some guys who still suffocate the masterpieces of Yan Da artist 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, little brother."

"Yeah, yeah, could Yan Langzhong be crazy? He would actually give your father...cough, of course, the younger brother didn't say that he shouldn't give Uncle Cheng paintings."

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

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

"???" 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."

Not willing to listen to this group of young people with envy and jealousy, it seems that they drank less.

"Come and come, 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.

The second elder brother also raised the cup and pulled a handful of Cheng Chubi who was about to pee. In desperation, Cheng Chubi could only raise the cup with a tragic expression.

It took a long time to wink the eyebrows and get rid of it, and it took a long time to get rid of the breath. The third brothers of the Cheng family are all real people, and the wine is dry.

The brethren who were present at the scene who cut chicken heads and burned yellow paper were all refreshing people, plus they were not in front of the elders, everyone was very refreshing and hilarious.

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

Even Li Ke, His Royal Highness the Shu King, has already started to toast.

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

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

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

"I almost forgot about it. My second brother is the prince Zuo Nei's lead envoy. You need to be more affectionate and affectionate. Hahaha..."

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but enjoy himself, 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 and then talk." Yuchi Baoqing is indeed a simple and honest person.

Actually dared to make a provocation at the old Cheng's house, and then Yuchi Baoqing was the first dude who died heroically.

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

The fight on the wine table of the old Cheng family like Longtan Tiger's Den is still going on...

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

Glancing at the sky approaching dusk, he shook his head helplessly, and let it go, letting their gang of rough masters make a fuss.

These documents will be handed over to Qing Fang tomorrow.

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

Thinking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help but hehe, and Xuanji quickly made a face.

Zhao Kun's expression on the side 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.

With little effort, I finally saw my father's car and came slowly, but the question was why my 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.

Only then did he open his eyes with difficulty, and saw Lu Shi and his eldest son Fang Shen.

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

"...Master, are you getting better?" Lu Shi distressedly fanned Fang Xuanling, who was lying on the couch with a towel on his forehead.

"Well, thank you Madam, I feel better after drinking the hangover soup."

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

I thought of the noises that came from my ears when I was 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 run away with her husband... Heh heh, leaving Cheng's mansion, who expected to be stopped by an old man.

He said that the little baby was unfair, and he drove Jun'er back..."

"Old Piff Cheng!" Lu Shi couldn't help but uttered angrily with a black face.

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

"It's not the same, it's all 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."