The First Family of Tang Dynasty

In the Lizheng Hall, the sound of silk and bamboo seemed to have been scared by this sharp cry.

The hip flask in Wu Mei's hand almost fell directly to the floor. It was Cheng Yaojin who had a shaggy face, big copper bells and big eyes, and could only hear the sound of wow haha.

The not-so-warm wind coming from outside the temple gate gently pointed to the cheeks of the people.

Outside the door of the Lizheng Hall, a crow quacked and flew past...

"Is it Lu Guogong Chengqing?" The grandson empress with a black line on her face, resisting the urge to stretch out her pinky little finger to pick her ears, asked uncertainly.

"Exactly." The eunuch, panting heavily, with a strange expression, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

All the concubines and concubines in the hall have also recovered their minds, twittering...

This year's Double Ninth Festival banquet hit what evil, it is enough for civil servants to write poems, but military ministers also want to come out to write poetry.

Takeshi wrote a poem and sent a reliable representative, but the result...

Datang’s noble bullies ranked first and second, and the top three rough men, actually became the cultural responsibility of the military minister.

"Your majesty and the emperor, are you not angry?" A princess couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

The **** hurriedly gave a salute. "... Your Majesty and the Emperor, seem to be quite happy."

"...I knew it." Empress Changsun couldn't help but raise her hand and caress her forehead. Well, man, she will suddenly become naive, just get used to it.

"I don't know what kind of poetry General Cheng made, please recite it..." a concubine with a crisp voice asked curiously.

The **** nodded, but his expression was somewhat distorted and brewed for a long time before he spoke.

"Chongyang September 8th, the whole city is full of chrysanthemums, the fragrance is coming in bursts, and the leader returns to my home..."

Suddenly, the sound of pouting came to my ears.

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After all the concubines and princesses, they finally couldn't hold back anymore. Just after listening to the poems of General Yuchi, they were about to suffer internal injuries.

How could I bear this meeting? The concubines and princesses who were recruited by a bunch of flowers, some covered their lips and laughed, some stomped and shook their heads, and so on.

Even the court ladies and eunuchs who were attending were all messed up in the wind.

Wu Mei stood beside Empress Changsun blankly, carrying a hip flask, her pretty face flushed a little, General Cheng, why is she so cheeky...

Empress Changsun couldn't hold it back either, and she smiled a few times before she could barely hold her back.

"This General Cheng, alas, my palace doesn't know how to describe him."

A concubine commented seriously and deliberately.

"Niangniang said very much that General Cheng is really better than General Yuchi when it comes to this ability to compose poems..."

In an instant, the whole hall was full of flowers, like hundreds of Yingying Yanyan singing together.

The concubines were chatting excitedly, and the topic they discussed was no longer commenting on the poems of those civil servants.

Instead, I focused the topic on the poems of these two rough masters, and discussed various anecdotes about these two big Tang noble bullies...

Although, Empress Changsun has been sitting on her residence steadily and wisely, not participating, supporting, or opposing.

However, my ears, who have a good hearing, have been receiving these rumors and gossip.

Just when everyone was excited, another **** hurried over, and the concubines and princesses in the hall were all curious.

Even the Empress Changsun couldn't help but talk to each other. "Which Wuxun made the poem again this time?"

"Niangniang Mingjian, just now, Lu Guogong's third son, Cheng Chubi of Taichang Temple, wrote a poem."

"???"

Inside the hall, there was a dead silence, and then, there was a louder noise and noise than before.

"Could it be Cheng Saburo who ate Xiongxinbaozigu and drank wolfhound soup?"

"Yes, it's him, but his madness has been cured, and he has cured the emperor and the empress..."

"Oh my God, what day is it, all gods and ghosts jump out to compose poems..."

Wu Mei was also in a daze, then rolled a cute eye. That fool with bad eyes actually went to make poetry...

Empress Changsun's forehead bounced with blue veins, her voice was gentle and peaceful, and she vomited a voice that couldn't hold her back.

"It's rare, the father and son Cheng Guo went into battle in succession. This is afraid that in the future, it will become a good story for our Datang."

The expressions of the concubines and princesses were so weird that even the empress and empress could not hold it back.

The **** cleared his throat following the empress's gesture. "Till autumn comes on September 8th!"

"It seems to be following the path of General Cheng..." a very talented princess commented in time.

The concubines who heard the words next to them all smiled and nodded.

"After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill!" The second sentence came out, a bit of awe-inspiring meaning, instantly letting Yingyingyanyan's Lizheng Temple fall into the air.

Empress Changsun was also stunned, and Wu Mei, who was thinking about the first sentence, suddenly opened her apricot eyes with flowing water.

"The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an!" The third sentence is still bold and magnificent, which makes people feel palpitating, and even begins to numb the scalp.

"The whole city is full of golden armor!" As soon as the fourth sentence came out, instead of accepting it, it was even more awe-inspiring, and even more heroic and majestic.

So that everyone in the hall seemed to spread out a vast picture before their eyes.

In autumn, the sky and the earth are golden, and when the golden chrysanthemum is in full bloom, it is the time when the flowers are already fading away.

In the majestic Chang'an City of Hongda, the fragrance of chrysanthemums flows straight through Chang'an. Those golden chrysanthemums were angry. UU reading www. uukānshu.com

The city of Chang'an is like a tiger with golden helmet and golden armor. Raise the soldiers and defend the Datang.

Wu Mei held the hip flask tightly, with brilliant colors in his eyes, and Fang Xin almost popped out of his heart.

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She seemed to see that the tall and majestic Cheng Saburo stood in the majestic Liangyi Hall.

Standing with his hands behind, facing the biting autumn wind, he laughed proudly, and chanted aloud.

I really wish I could witness Cheng Saburo's scene when he was composing this poem with my own eyes.

Wu Mei was sure, only the majestic man Cheng Saburo that she admired.

Only then can I create such a masculine and heroic poem.

Empress Changsun shook her head in disbelief. At this moment, she couldn't help but open her mouth to comment.

"Such a majestic, majestic poem, a person with a big vision can't write it."

"I'm afraid it's the leader of Fu Ju today, it's Cheng Saburo."

"Unexpectedly, the shaggy face of Cheng Yaojin's family is actually such a different kind of Cheng Lao San."

"I didn't expect it to be him. Cheng Saburo could actually write poems and make such good poems..."

"Don't forget, I heard that his cooking skills are also very good, and the medical skills are even more..."

"...Could it be that the bear-hearted leopard is courageous..."

It took a long time for Empress Changsun to soothe her turbulent heart, but for Cheng Saburo, she was able to create such a poem.

It still made her feel unbelievable, this Cheng Saburo, always inadvertently, made people look at him again and again.

Wu Mei, who was by his side, was recalling those two words that Cheng Saburo said casually when he was misunderstood when he was kind enough.

I would illuminate the moon with my heart, but the moon illuminates the ditch...