A group of gentlemen who mustered up their courage finally entered the Longtan Tiger's Den Mansion of Lu Guogong.

Behind him, the muffled sound of the heavy deadbolt smashing made everyone's faces pale, but in order to cut off the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper, the good brother ...... today

Suddenly, a hairy-faced broom-eyebrow man popped up, and the legs of the gentleman who had just mustered up his courage were weak.

"Damn, are you the eldest or second of the Cheng family, scare a certain family." Li Qi's whole person was not good, and he couldn't help but say angrily.

"The second child squatted inside to toast the elders." Cheng Chumo raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at the brothers who rushed to hear the news with satisfaction.

"All the brothers came just in time, and they are all stunned to see something, and your father is also here, hurry up."

Fang Xuanling, who was thinking about how to find a reason to leave the Cheng Mansion, couldn't help but turn dark when he saw a number of young people crowded in noisily outside the hall door.

He saw it, and saw that his trembling second Fang Jun was also in the crowd.

One by two, they hurriedly gave a salute to the master's family, and then to their own father, and they had to give a salute to their uncles.

Cheng Yanjin, as the owner of the Lu Guogong Mansion, looked at these young people who came to congratulate his third child with satisfaction, and after the ceremony, he raised his wine glass and said dry.

"Okay, it's worthy of being a good brother of the third child, it's just in time, well, there are all elders in the hall today.

You little dolls are not suitable for staying, so you will make three glasses first, and then go to the old three's yard to drink wine and eat meat. ”

Hearing this, the young man could be said to be overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.

Three cups of Chengfu's secret three pulp is nothing, it is better than being poured thirty cups.

A group of juniors took the wine glasses handed by the family members of the Cheng Mansion one after another, and began to stiffen their necks.

It caused a group of old men to laugh with satisfaction and look at them kindly. After three cups, the young man finally took a breath and was preparing to retreat.

At this time, how could he have three catties of Cheng Fu's secret three pulp to eat, Cheng Yanjin, who was full of red light, stood up and shouted.

"Everyone, brothers, be quiet, today, not only the three eldest of my family, a few days ago, my old Cheng also got a treasure ꓹ Cheng Jie ꓹ hurry up ......"

Cheng Jie agreed, hurriedly walked over, stretched out a pole and lifted off the red silk covering the painting.

Everyone was stunned to see Cheng Biting Jin, who was dancing with a big axe in his hand and stepping on a tiger and leopard, and his face was hideous, appearing vividly on a painting circle.

There were six smaller ones around, with different expressions, but their faces were like copy-pasted little gold.

"On this painting, it is the old man and the old man's six little dolls, this is the thing that Yan Liben cried and shouted to give me ...... in the middle of the jue department."

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Everyone stared blankly at the painting, especially as a versatile Fang Xiangye who had studied the art of painting.

I couldn't wait to get closer, looked at it carefully several times, and then couldn't help muttering.

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

Yan Liben has a low official position, but this guy is definitely a benchmark in the Tang Dynasty literary and art circles, and he has a very literati temper.

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

It was regarded as a heirloom by Li Shimin, the son of the Tang Dynasty, but he didn't expect that Lao Cheng's family actually had one, and it was still Lao Cheng with his six babies.

This is so special that people can't live, Fang Xuanling, the prime minister who can support the boat with his stomach, is also full of jealousy at the moment.

Why, what are you doing with Cheng Biting Jin's evil appearance? Scary?

Yan Langzhong, if you have that kind of idle work, it is better to paint a portrait of a cultural person like Fang Mou with sparse eyebrows and a personable demeanor.

"Lao Cheng, shouldn't you go to the door and force Yan Langzhong to draw it for you, right?" Li Ji couldn't help but pout, guessing the truth maliciously.

"Fart, I didn't want this painting yet, who knew that Lao Yan was crying and shouting that he had to send me, saying that my old Cheng was born fierce and hideous, like a god going down to earth......"

Looking at the posture of Cheng biting gold and spitting stars, although the dignitaries of the Tang Dynasty were full of disbelief.

But the problem is that the painting is there, believe it or not, Yan Da artist has already painted Cheng Yanjin's hideous appearance in the painting.

Wei Chigong picked up his wine glass unhappily and reminded a loud reminder of the famous and non-famous figures of the Tang Dynasty.

"Okay, okay, what kind of painting to look at, have the ability, continue to drink, and the one who can walk out of Lao Cheng's house straight is a good man, do it!"

"That's it, we're all a bunch of rough old men, just look at it twice, this thing, even if you draw a few more villains, what can you do, drink!"

When Cheng Chubi and the other younger generations left the front hall, the bustle inside had resumed again.

In Cheng Chubi's courtyard, the young gentlemen were no longer suppressed by their elders, and they resumed their usual arrogance and arrogance, and the waves began to fly when they raised their glasses and changed lamps.

However, there are always some guys who are still in their hearts about the masterpieces of Yan Da artists they have just seen.

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

"Yes, yes, Yan Langzhong is crazy? It's going to give you your father...... cough, of course, the younger brother didn't say that he shouldn't send paintings to Uncle Cheng. ”

"It's just that Yan Langzhong's stinky temper that no one is willing to deal with, how could he make such a move?"

"Alas, I didn't expect that so many famous generals in my Datang Dynasty were actually your father ...... the picture scroll of Yan Langzhong."

“？？？” Cheng Chubi was directly unhappy. "Why, if you're not convinced, you can also ask your father to go to Yan Langzhong and draw two pictures for your father."

I don't like to listen to this group of young people who are full of envy and jealousy, and it seems that they have drunk less.

"Come on, come on, don't be crooked, it's my brother's, do it!" The eldest brother Cheng Chumo raised the wine glass in his hand very heroically and drained it in one gulp.

The second brother also raised his glass, and pulled a handful of Cheng Chubi who was about to urinate, but in desperation, Cheng Chubi could only raise the wine glass with a sad face.

Squeezing his eyebrows and making his eyes, it took a long time to breathe and be energetic. The three brothers of the Cheng family are all real people, and the wine is dry.

The brothers who were present were also cheerful people, and they were not in front of the elders, everyone was very happy and hilarious.

Cheng Fu's secret Sanle pulp first few cups are the most difficult to swallow, but the back can make people's mouths slippery the more they drink, and even Li Ke, His Royal Highness the King of Shu, has taken the initiative to start toasting.

Yu Chi Baoqing rushed to the front and raised his glass with a triumphant stroke. "Come on, come on, let's squat together for business then."

Before Cheng Chubi could react, another big black face also squeezed over, and said happily.

"I almost forgot about this, my second brother is the prince's envoy, you have to be more affectionate. Hahaha......"

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but be happy, he didn't expect that one of the twins of Wei Chi was actually eating under the hands of the prince.