Garrison! Just outside Songzhou City!

Old thing, let's Tubo Zampu is telling you that you must marry your daughter. Not married? Hit until you get married.

Fortunately, Songtsen Gampo did not really go to war, but was threatened by the garrison.

This time, Lu Dongyan, the younger brother of Prime Minister Lu Dongzan, was sent as an envoy to the Tang Dynasty to play tricks.

Probably speaking, the future son-in-law is very good, and if you book a daughter-in-law, I will ask you if Lao Li agrees.

The imperial historians forgot the pain after the scars, and began to advise one after another, talking about Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and other Ming monarchs, in the final analysis, it was to let Lao Li marry his daughter.

"Uncle Li, who is the old thing?" Cheng Huailiang only recently entered the court and said that he didn't know the people he was close to.

"Ouyang Xinben. is Ouyang Tong's father. ”

Ouyang Xinben? Ouyang Xinben? A little light flashed in Cheng Huailiang's mind, "But Ouyang Xun?" ”

Li Jing nodded.

Cheng Huailiang rubbed his hands, and seemed to have a feeling of eagerness to try.

Li Jing glanced at Lao Li, Lao Li's face was very dark. There is no doubt in the words of the imperial historians, and they have begun to force Lao Li to marry his daughter.

Bang!

Just when the officials of the imperial history were making a fuss and couldn't get along, a Zuotun Wei Zhonglang general and a dog gnawed fell in the center of the civil and military teams.

The man turned his head and glared at Li Jing angrily, Li Jing had all his beards, squinted his eyes directly, and looked like he didn't care.

Careless.

Cheng Huailiang felt that it was dangerous to stand next to Hou Junji. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, he stood by the side of Li Ji, the good old man of the Tang Dynasty, who knows, Li Ji kicked him out again.

There are no good people in the generals. Cheng Huailiang gritted his teeth and was resentful, grandma's legs, standing behind the Duke of Huairen County in the future, to see who would dare to kick the master as the first bird.

Cheng Huailiang appeared this time, and he appeared a little hurriedly. Lao Li glanced at Li Ji and nodded slightly to Li Ji, and everyone tacitly agreed.

Of course, Cheng Huailiang carried the black pot, and the Cheng family's melon baby was typically thick-skinned and bearable. From time to time, it can also give you some unexpected surprises.

"Cheng Aiqing, don't get excited, get up and say something." Lao Li's eyes were almost narrowed into a line, and his originally gloomy face suddenly relaxed.

Who is Lao Li? A typical war maniac, without this group of imperial historians to stop him, would have been scared of the air.

50,000 horses were stationed at the door of the house, which was equivalent to a sharp sword against the neck. Do you really think Lao Li is a soft persimmon? Is Lao Li's forty-meter broadsword really not sharp enough?

Don't be stupid, if Lao Li had money and food now, your mother wouldn't know you if she had beaten you a long time ago.

Agitated? Master is excited!

Damn Li Ji, what are you kicking Lao Tzu out for? Do you really think that the first bird is good? You're going to fight, and you're going to come out and say it yourself?

Lao Cheng saw it clearly, it was Li Ji who kicked him out of Cheng Huailiang, and Lao Cheng made up his mind to find time to get back on the field.

Tyre!

Cheng Huailiang stretched out his hand and pointed at Ouyang Xun like a bandit robbing the road, "Ouyang Xinben, have you ever heard a poem?" ”

Who is Ouyang Xinben? The head of the four families of the Sheng Tang Dynasty, a writer-level figure, although it can be seen that Cheng Huailiang is not good, it is a good thing to stand up, and he can report revenge to his son Ouyang.

"I don't know what kind of poem Cheng Juma is talking about?"

Ouyang Xinben pointed the finger at Cheng Huailiang and Li Shimin.

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

Is this also a poem?

The imperial historians began to point at Cheng Huailiang, if this was to be considered a poem, then they could have pressed Cheng Huailiang to the ground and rubbed it.

Half of the imperial historians were overjoyed, and it depended on how Ouyang Xinben entertained Cheng Huailiang.

The faces of the generals are very ugly, you are playing with Ouyang Xinben, are you a little tender?

The three giants of Wenchen, Lao Guo, and Lao Yan are also slightly unoptimistic about Cheng Huailiang, and Ouyang Xinben is not as good as the imperial historian, this is a real cow.

However, Li Chunfeng was different, sneered, and gave Cheng Huailiang a thumbs up.

Seeing this action, Lao Guo was the first to react, and he couldn't help laughing, which was outrageous.

Li Jing also tasted back, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he glanced at Cheng Huailiang appreciatively.

Ouyang Xinben's face gradually became difficult to look at, from the initial ruddy and shiny, to a purple like pork liver, and he always felt that his heart was stuffy as if he couldn't breathe.

Cheng Huailiang's poem is a bit lacking in morality, to be precise, it is too lacking in morality.

People must have arrogance and arrogance, which is the bottom line of being a person and doing things.

If a person's backbone is bent, it is no different from the walking dead. Don't think about straightening up and being a man for the rest of your life.

This poem is written by Li Qingzhao, which is easy to understand and down-to-earth, and the rhetoric is not gorgeous, but it has an innate arrogance and arrogance.

If you are alive, you must be a hero among people, and when you die, you must be a hero among ghosts. It has nothing to do with utilitarianism, in order to give an explanation to life. I still think of a generation of heroes Xiang Yu, he refuses to cross Jiangdong, isn't it the integrity and arrogance of a hero?

But Ouyang Xinben is different, after four generations of emperors, Cheng Huailiang is scolding without dirty words, and the basin of a four-surnamed domestic slave is directly buckled on his head.

On the surface, Cheng Huailiang is praising Xiang Yu, but in fact, praising is sometimes a huge irony.

Cheng's melon baby's mouth is a bit poisonous this time! Lao Li sighed.

"The four surnamed slaves, the face of the Tang man has made you lose everything. Master will kill you today and return my dignity to the Tang Dynasty. ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Ouyang was nearly sixty years old, and was pumped by Cheng Huailiang's two big mouths and turned around several times.

Then Cheng Huailiang glared, and pointed at the imperial historian with a fierce look, "What is the difference between a group of uncompetitive dogs and this four-surnamed house slave?"

The officials of the imperial history trembled, for fear that Cheng Huailiang would make a move, especially when this bastard snatched a wat board from the hands of the British Duke Li Ji.

"Isn't it just for the emperor to exchange his own daughter for your reluctance? Isn't it just to exchange the princess for your well-being? Come on, there is a kind of admonition that you hit the pillar? ”

"Shame. What you pigs and dogs are inferior to is the shame of Datang. The border soldiers used their blood to defend the dignity of the Tang Dynasty and guard the gate of the Tang Dynasty. What about you? ”

"Put your head in the crotch of your pants one by one, and every time a big war comes, you first think about pushing out a princess to marry another country."

"Isn't it just marrying a daughter? Eldest grandson Wuji, don't you have a daughter named Eldest Sun Wuji? Come on, let Your Majesty recognize a goddaughter, give a princess the title, and marry out? ”

The corners of the eldest grandson Wuji's mouth twitched, his face turned dark, and he was extremely embarrassed. This bastard is a mad dog, and he doesn't care who bites whoever he catches.

"And you, who has a daughter, stand up, how can marrying a woman show my mind of the Tang Dynasty, let Your Majesty recognize your daughters as goddaughters, give the princess titles, and marry them all fuckingly......" Cheng Huailiang became more and more angry, and the wat board in his hand has always been a group of imperial historians, "Speak to Lao Tzu, agree or not?" ”