The smile on Li Shimin's face froze, he rolled his eyes, and hummed reluctantly.

After thinking about it, he turned his head, raised his finger and pointed it like a sword.

"You two, it's best to pay attention to the old man, next time you don't do anything wrong, and see how I deal with you, hmph..."

After making a vicious threat, His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty left in a hurry.

Cheng Sanlang and Li Ke, who were reconciled for a moment and began to celebrate each other, and Li Ke were just happy.

"Brother Chu Bi, look at what you said, not to mention our brothers, even if you randomly arrest ordinary people in Chang'an, who doesn't know the evil...prestige of General Cheng."

"Yes, yes, my younger brother also thinks that Uncle Cheng, like brother Chu Bi, is a person who can stop children from crying at night."

Cheng Chubi's complexion gradually darkened, and he always felt that these two boys deserved to be beaten. .

"Can you be more serious, is this what I'm asking?"

"What I'm asking is, you must all know that my father is good at martial arts, military strategy, um, there is a slight flaw in literature and art."

Li Ke and Fang Jun looked at each other and almost burst out laughing.

There is still a slight flaw, tsk tsk... why don't you say that you may not receive a year's salary in ten years,

Is the thick-skinned father who likes to verbally fight against the Confucians in the court and move his feet a perfect saint?

Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of these two virtuous brothers, Cheng Chubi ignored it. After all, it is not appropriate to kick them when it is time to talk about serious business.

"However, my father knew how to cater to my mother's favorite hobbies.

Not only can I wear Confucian shirts, practice calligraphy and painting landscapes, but also play Go..."

Hearing that brother Tianchubi counted the things his father had done here with his fingers, Li Ke and Fang Jun stared exaggeratedly.

It felt like listening to the Arabian Nights. These actions were completely different from the General Cheng they had in mind.

When Cheng Chubi first found out that his father could still paint landscapes, his jaw almost dropped from shock.

Although the landscape paintings drawn by my father are far inferior to those well-known unscrupulous artists, they are passable anyway.

As for the game of Go, which is both fun and exhausting, the old Cheng family feared it like a tiger.

But my father was able to enjoy it as much as he wanted, and he often stayed with his wife until midnight.

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"I didn't expect Uncle Cheng to be such a person."

Li Ke took a breath like a toothache, and cupped his hands towards Cheng Chubi with a full face of convincing.

"It seems that Uncle Cheng was able to become the first bully in the Tang Dynasty not only because of his thick skin, but also because of his flexibility of mind."

"Nonsense, don't talk about these useless things, brother Jun, do you understand what it means?"

Fang Jun scratched his head and nodded deeply.

"Understood, I want to be like Uncle Cheng, strive to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting well, and use it to please my wife later."

"No, no, brother, I'm just giving you an example. Smart people are good at resolving conflicts and disputes, especially internal conflicts within the family."

"Just like you, Brother De, the red flag at home is not down, and the colorful flags are fluttering outside, and the house is still peaceful. Do you know what it is?"

Fang Jun's eyes fell on Brother Wei De, who heard Brother Chu Bi mentioning himself, and couldn't help holding his head up and chest out with pride.

"Why?"

Gu Wei: "Of course it's because he has a good brain. Of course, you have to worry about not only your mind, but also your waist, brother Wei De, right?"

"Of course...Brother Chubi, I understand the trouble, but what do you mean by trouble?"

Li Ke laughed subconsciously, nodded his head, and then came to his senses, staring at this nonsense brother with a black face.

Brother, my waist is very good, don't look at my belly is a bit big, you can even do seventy or eighty push-ups without panting, you know that?

"Just kidding, so that the atmosphere can be relaxed, let's continue to be serious. Brother Jun, what talents do you have?"

"Talent?" Fang Jun looked at Brother Chu Bi in a daze, and almost wanted to ask whether playing with stone locks was a variant of talent.

Seeing the dumbfounded expression of this guy, Cheng Chubi knew that this guy must be dumbfounded himself.

"Well, how about this, I will make a talent form for you, Brother Jun, and you will fill it out carefully in a while, and I will probably have a score in my heart."

Li Ke, who likes to join in the fun, naturally would not let go of such fun things, so he hurriedly encouraged Cheng Sanlang to say.

"Talent form, and this stuff, brother Chu Bi, you can get two more, and I will also see how many talents I have."

Hearing Li Kezhi's words, Cheng Chubi laughed aloud, also, since this is the case, it is better for the Yaomozi trio to be neat and tidy, just make three.

Cheng Chubi started to draw the form, and then began to write down the talents he could think of into the form.

Such as dancing, such as playing the piano, playing Xiao, playing the flute, playing the pipa, etc., as well as engaging in artistic creation, painting, writing poems, etc...

Seeing Brother Chu Bi writing vigorously there, Li Ke and Fang Jun also joined in.

They are also making a form in various ways, and cross or circle the terms and conditions listed by Brother Chu Bi.

Li Ke, the prodigal prince, is indeed the master of all talents. He can play the piano, flute, flute, and pipa in full circle.

As for dancing, he hesitated for a long time, and finally he didn't draw a circle or cross.

After all, he really knows how to dance, but now his belly is a bit big, and twisting it is really indecent.

But after stretching his neck and seeing Brother Chu Bi's dancing circle, Li Ke also drew a circle not to be outdone.

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But soon, the more Li Ke and Fang Jun looked at it, the more they felt that the project written by Brother Chu Bi was more outrageous.

What the **** is playing the guitar, and what is playing the piano? I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen a piano made of steel.

In the end, Li Ke couldn't help but interjected. "Brother Chu Bi~lightnovelpub.net~ What kind of mess is behind you, what does this photography mean?"

When Cheng Chubi saw the things he wrote later, he was very happy, and quickly crossed out while explaining.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm writing hi, you don't need to worry about it."

"What the **** is playing the guitar?"

Cheng Chubi was not happy when he heard the word ghost stuff. After all, he used to be the guitarist and lead singer of the screaming heavy metal band in the medical school.

How can I allow others to insult my former hobbies and the good baby who displayed my talents like this.

"This guitar, similar to the pipa, is a plucking instrument, and this guitar is not a ghost.

To put it bluntly, this is the most wonderful artifact of Miss Pao for Young Scallion. "

If it weren't for the public, I really wish I could directly press this kid on the ground and rub it hard.