Cheng Yaojin stuck his thin fingers on the paper, staring blankly at the five words: Yansuoquanliu.

The eyeballs were about to stare at bloodshot eyes, and finally, General Cheng, who had abandoned his culture and martial arts, threw the piece of paper aside in relief.

Rubbing his swollen forehead, he couldn't help but vomit. "Te Niang, this thing is simply not a human thing."

"The youngest boy, there are all weird things in his mind about how to grow up."

The eldest brother Cheng Chumo, after these days of recuperation, the skin and flesh wounds are almost healed, but the buttocks still cannot sit on the ground.

I can only suffocate and learn the kind of gentleman who sits upright and can't push his buttocks against his heels.

But at any rate, I was able to eat and sleep in the mansion, and I was refreshed for half a month, and gained at least seven or eight pounds of fat.

Today, I didn't expect my father to write such a few words as soon as he returned to the house, saying that it was the Shanglian made by the youngest.

Cheng Chumo was very self-aware and gave up this kind of brain-burning intellectual problem with a glance.

Seeing that his father was also defeated, he quickly filled his father with a cup of Chengfu's secret three-leaf milk while persuading him.

"Father, come here, hurry up and be refreshed, don't pay attention to the things the third brother made."

"Don't you know, the youngest boy, relying on the "Long Zi Xun Bao", stunned Kong Rangli and the five hundred students who were too learned."

"This morning, Lao Kong's guy opened his face and no one dared to respond, for fear that others would ask him if he could match this couplet. Hahaha..."

"This pair of upper league, I'm afraid that the third brother didn't have the second league, right?"

Cheng Chumo glanced at the copy of "Chang'an Xunbao" that was thrown on the case table, and inhaled like a toothache.

"Then you have to ask the third child, but the old man feels that if this kid dared to come out and fight in the ring, would he not keep a hand?"

Speaking of this, Cheng Yaojin sighed again, rubbing the thick beard on his chin, and rolling his eyes straight.

"Boss, how many days before Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Father, it's been a few days, why?" Cheng Chumo looked at his father curiously.

I saw Cheng Yaojin sighed and sighed.

"Do you still remember that in Zhongqiu last year, that group of gentlemen was not in Chang'an with our youngest."

At that Zhongqiu banquet, he wrote poems and chants, which is really a terrible sight for Te Niang. "

Upon hearing this, Cheng Chumo couldn't help but feel a little dark. Yes, he also recalled last year's Zhongqiu.

The gang of Ziwenchens whispered at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and some even jumped out to provoke.

Fortunately, they didn't dare to confront the Cheng family directly, otherwise, the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet would not turn into a Mid-Autumn Festival **** murder.

Even so, the Cheng family and his son still feel deeply aggrieved.

"Think about the eight years of Zhenguan. Our old Cheng family was in the limelight, but last year we were robbed of the limelight by that bunch of bastards. It's really hateful."

Hearing what his father said, Cheng Chu silently touched his nose and glanced at the copy of "Chang'an Xunbao".

Hmm... I always feel that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet has become very difficult.

The father and son lowered their voices and murmured quietly. From time to time, an exaggerated smile came out of the hall.

"Father, your trick is so brilliant, and the child also thinks that there will definitely be a pile of stock in the belly of the youngest man. Let's pay more."

"Haha, that's natural, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, our old Cheng family will definitely be shameless." General Cheng Daqi was very energetic and authentic.

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The father and son continued to chat without a word. Without making them wait too long, Cheng Chubi returned home with his second brother Cheng Chuliang.

The four father and son sat down, and the topic soon focused on the Taixue students and the old man Kong who had been collectively called Kong Rangli by the Cheng family.

"The third child, you did a good job. You have to compare with them to deal with those silly scholars.

In this regard, you follow the old man. If the old man didn’t abandon his writing and practice martial arts, how could he let Kong Rangli’s fragile gang sway me in the Tang literary world..."

Cheng's one, two, three and one looked at his father's bragging with a black line on his face. Not only did he maintain an expression of admiration and admiration, but he also had to talk to him from time to time.

In a word, if you want a peaceful home, your relatives must wait for them.

Eating delicious delicacies, sipping the secret three-leaf milk, listening to my father blowing snails, slapped my father and flattering with the two brothers, listening to my father’s hearty laugh.

Feel the intimacy and mutual praise between relatives, don't worry about being despised.

Such a pleasant and warm daily life can even test the level of speaking and flattery.

General Cheng drank another glass of wine with an open eyebrow, and shot the corner of his eye silently at the boss Cheng Chu who was gnawing on the pig's hand.

But seeing that the boss was still digging his head, he didn't even notice the winks that his father kept coming over.

Cheng Yaojin sighed and hated the iron, and after a dry cough, his face was melancholy.

"Now it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's not a few days, right, boss, then bite the hoof, believe it or not, the old man will stew your hoof."

"Ah, dad, dad, wait a minute, yes yes yes, I said third brother, wait for me to swallow this bite of meat."

He also wiped the grease mouth with Cheng Chubi, who was eating and drinking. Some did not understand what the big brother meant.

After swallowing the tendons in his mouth, Cheng Chumo smiled at his third brother.

"Third brother, you can make an upper link like'Smoke Lock Pond Willow'~lightnovelpub.net~presumably your kid should already have a lower link?"

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Hearing what the eldest brother said, and seeing that his father's eyes fell on him, Cheng Chubi drew a circle proudly using the bone in his hand as a baton.

"Big brother, what you said is really right. If I don't have a couplet, how can I be embarrassed by showing it out."

Cheng Yaojin raised his brows and couldn't help but happily said.

"Come on, tell dad, what is your Xianlian."

"Xialian has a few options, and the child is not very satisfied, but since Dad still has two older brothers who want to know..."

"Wait for a while, how many lower joints do you actually have?" Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but exaggeratedly rounded his eyes.

"Hmm... Actually speaking, there should be a lot, but..."

"Wait for a while, come over and talk to Dad. The second child, froze, and quickly get a pen and paper."

"Father, if you want paper and pen to do a lot, the child will be over if he can't say it."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yaojin's eyes rolled for a long time, then he lowered his voice and said with a serious face.

"Lao San, you brave brains, come and talk to Dad, do you think anyone can tell you this Xianlian within five days."

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi hesitated. It's not a good thing, it's true.

"Father, this, the child can really guarantee that at least this pair of Shanghai United will be able to match within three days, I am afraid that there should not be."

"But you said you have several?" Cheng Yaojin touched the needle-like thick beard, his eyes turned around, seeming to be contemplating something.