Cheng Chubi looked at Uncle Li with a smile and a gentle expression, and then glanced at the Wenchen who was hugging Uncle Li.

Not...... Those with bad intentions, nine times out of ten. Including Fang Daxiangye, who saved his wife's life.

Seeing this old guy smiling happily and refreshed, could it be...... Is this because he shouldn't save his mother-in-law?

Not...... Should you talk to Fang Er, your father is afraid that he wants to marry Erfang.

Cheng Chubi was about to speak, and the father next to him was happy.

"What's the matter, you guys, you lost a while last time, are you unwilling?"

"Last Chongyang Banquet, since we are comparing poems and texts, today in this Weicheng camp, it is better to let Your Majesty take a good baby out as a lottery head."

"Let's draw a line, compare fists and feet, and see who can win the crown."

"Good! Your Majesty, the minister seconded the proposal, "Wei Chi Gong hehe, hehe, hurriedly raised his hand and made a loud noise.

"Hah! That's a good idea, Your Majesty, and the minister thinks this can be had. ”

"Last time at the Chongyang Festival, we won't have anything to do with you literati.

When you arrive at the camp today, shouldn't you also follow the local customs and compare and compare......"

A group of people did all kinds of evil, and the rough old men who took advantage of the fire to rob came over one after another.

Loudly echoing Cheng Biting Jin's cheeky proposal, it was almost a drum cheer.

Originally, he was still smiling reservedly, speaking wittily, and his handsome demeanor was blackened.

God is so special to follow the local customs, and he actually wants to compare with the Sven people who are only good at Wang Baquan, you have such a cheeky face to say such shameless words!

His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, His Majesty Uncle Li, was also instantly bursting in his mentality, and he couldn't wait to shoot Cheng Biting Jin, a court-stirring stick, into the Yellow River with one foot.

Fortunately, the first person in the Datang military has led the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty many times to Li Jing, the military god who has won again and again.

Blowing Beard stood up with a glare, and glanced viciously at the bastards who did all kinds of evil.

"Don't joke with the princes, the soldiers are already packing up and are about to go on an expedition."

"Li Lao Aiqing is reasonable, Cheng Qing don't mess around." Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but glare at Cheng Biting Jindao.

Cheng Yanjin smiled, and slapped his son Cheng Chubi on the shoulder who was expressionless, but actually had almost stomach cramps.

"The third child, today as a father is going on an expedition, you, uh-huh......"

“？？？” Cheng Chubi looked at his father who frequently glanced at him with a confused face, what do you mean?

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At this moment, Cheng Biting Jin was not happy. "You kid, how can you do this, you can write poems for Wei Tuoxian's nephew.

Can't you also make a song to make your dad happy? ”

The emotions that had just been suppressed by the bullet instantly became warm again.

Especially Wei Chigong's unhappy face, now smiling like a special ink chrysanthemum that is about to be defeated.

"Haha, it makes sense, Lao Cheng is really a real person, Cheng Sanlang, why don't you hurry up and put on a song for your father, and make a name for your father."

"Well, it makes sense, nephew Bixian, this is your father, the relationship is closer than Wei Tuoxian's nephew, hurry up."

Li Ji, a sinister person who laughs and laughs, speaks the most viciously.

"This is your father, the relationship is so close, how can you make two songs to be worthy of your father's nurturing grace."

Cheng Chubi's whole person is about to be in the wind, no, it's already crazy and messy.

I can't wait to boil beans and burn beans now, and my father is too anxious to force his son.

Even His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, a middle-aged beer-bellied man of the same blood as a certain bad prince, Li, also encouraged him with his beard at this time.

"Cheng Qing's words are very heartfelt, Cheng Sanlang, why are you still stunned, hurry up and compose a poem to your father."

The brothers who cut off the heads of chickens and burned yellow paper were already laughing like wild dogs at this moment.

Li Ke was even holding the flagpole and grinning, pointing to this side, his expression was very hideous. Only the two brothers seemed to bury their heads in shame.

It seems that he wants to dig a hole with the soldiers not far away, borrow a spear and stay in it until the end of the world.

It was Li Chengqian, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who looked at Cheng Chubi with bright eyes, clenched his fists at him, as if he was cheering for his best friend.

At this time, the eldest grandson Wuji stroked his long beard and said with a smile to the grinning Li Shimin.

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that with Cheng Saburo's great talent, it is too simple to write a farewell poem, so it is better to arrange a topic for him......"

"Arrange a question?" Li Shimin turned his head to look at the eldest grandson Wuji, a confidant and uncle, with a stunned expression.

The crowd that was originally giggling and laughing suddenly fell silent, and they all stood up in a daze.

"Yes, Your Majesty decided a few days ago that meritorious ministers can be painted in the Lingyan Pavilion."

"That being the case, it's better to let Cheng Saburo use this as the theme and write a poem......"

Cheng Yanjin's face sank, the corners of his mouth raised, and he was ready to squirt, but he didn't want to, Cheng Laosan, the kid, jumped out first.

"Eldest grandson Shangshu, how about the minister write a poem for you?"

“？？？” The eldest grandson Wuji was stunned, and turned his head to look at Cheng Chubi, who was standing in front of him with an unhappy expression.

Cheng Yanjin looked at his third child, hehe, hey. "Okay, you kid...... Come, hurry up and pat your eldest grandson on the back.

Maybe when he is happy, he will reward you with three melons and two dates to make you happy. ”

Among the Wenchen, the sound of sneering was endless, and as for the famous generals of the Tang Dynasty, a few of them were holding their stomachs and laughing crookedly in an instant.

The middle-aged face of the eldest grandson Wuji turned black in an instant, and he wanted to squeeze out a reserved smile, but his facial muscles were a little uncontrollable.

God is a special sycophant, Cheng Biting Jin, you can't talk a little bit?

Li Shimin's expression became very strange, and the eldest grandson Wuji's words, he Li Mou could naturally smack his taste.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Laosan, this little doll, is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and wants to scare anyone. Tut-tut......

"Oh? Hahaha...... You kid, you're very energetic, what does Changsun Qing think? ”

As His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin smiled and said to the eldest grandson Wuji.

"If this kid writes poetry well, then you have to have a good fortune to show it."

The eldest grandson Wuji glanced at his brother-in-law and saw his brother-in-law's seriousness disguised on the surface, which was very immodest and schadenfreude.

The eldest grandson Wuji haha, middle-aged and fat, with a wide heart and a fat body, the eldest grandson Wuji reached out and touched it in his arms.

The dignified Tang Dynasty official is still the book, the uncle of the country, and he is also a penniless master, and he couldn't find a copper plate after seeing this guy touch it for a long time.

Cheng Chubi was not happy. Your Majesty has an order, what do you mean by picking and searching like this?

"Eldest Sun Shangshu, why don't you be like the colorful head that Your Majesty took out at the Double Ninth Banquet, how about untying your belt and rewarding the officials?"

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