The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Xue Wanjun's eyes bulged in an instant, and he stared at Cheng Saburo viciously with cannibalistic eyes.

You kid take a good look, Lao Tzu obviously... Although it's less than seven feet, but at least five feet six or seven.

No, no, these are not the key points. If the Han ruler is used, how can the old man be regarded as a man of seven feet? !

"Have you seen it, Xue Ershu's relieved eyes prove that I am right, brother."

As a human being, you have to seek truth from facts. You can’t ignore the facts and flatter just because Xue Ershu is our elder..."

"Cheng...San...Lang..." Xue Wanjun tremblingly raised his arm, trying to curse.

But only to see Cheng Sanlang cheering on himself, he turned his back and went out of the cell with Li Zhen on his shoulders, and got into the opposite cell.

Leaving himself a tall and generous back, Xue Wanjun's murderous eyes can only kill loneliness, day!

"Yo... Brother Wei Tuo, you are lucky today, you actually got such a good card."

"Hehe, so so so, by the way, how about Uncle Xue?"

"It's okay. Although I can't be alive and kicking, I will call my name anyway, isn't it? Xue Ershu."

Cheng Chubi finally raised his throat and yelled towards the other side.

Xue Wanjun, who was already lying flat on the couch with an angry nose, felt that he must not take care of this bastard.

The old man just wanted to die quietly, instead of being **** off by Cheng Saburo this bastard.

Just behind the cell wall, an embroidered dressmaker had two date pits in his mouth, and a table was placed in front of him.

There is also a thick stack of paper, which is already full of words, and there is some white paper on the side.

The conversation between Cheng Saburo and Xue Wanjun just now made him almost unable to control the brush in his hand.

It took a long time to pinch the thighs to control the situation, and did not spray out the jujube nucleus in the mouth, and then recorded the answers one by one.

It's just that when he wrote certain words, his eyelids were beating frantically.

However, he is not General Zhao, and General Zhao can't listen anymore, he can cover his mouth while throwing a dumb fart while jumping out.

But I can't. I am a conscientious embroiderer, and even a very good tool man.

Zhao Kun looked up to see that the sky was almost there, and Cheng Saburo's sorrowful operation was full of tricks, and he really couldn't stand it.

In addition, I didn't dare to make your Majesty wait in a hurry, so I took a deep breath outside and controlled my emotions.

He quietly entered the prison again, and then turned into the room used by the left-behind embroiderer.

After sorting out the papers that had been recorded, he communicated in a low voice with the embroiderer, and was about to leave.

Suddenly I heard the voice over there, and someone shouted again. "Prison, prison, where is the prison, come here quickly."

"Here's here, the son of rank doesn't know what the villain has to order?"

"Brother, think of a way, go to Lu Guo Gong's Mansion and get some Cheng's Pipa."

"???" Zhao Kun looked dumbfounded, what's wrong? You bastards, just forget it, just play cards.

Now you want to do something, but still want to sing a little song here?

"Ah, this, it's not so good..." The prisoner's whole person is about to split, although the prisoner has already confessed to himself, what do these guys want.

If he refused twice, he had to agree, but the problem was that the other party's request was too out of the ordinary.

"What's not so good, we just think it's a bit boring to go to jail here and get a few Cheng's pipas.

Anyway, a few brothers can also sing a little tune for self-entertainment, it is better than asking the little sister to come in and sing. "

"..." The prisoner thought for a while, except for holding his fists in admiration, he didn't know what to say.

I really want to call my little sister in to sing a little tune, ha ha... Whether my head can be kept is hard to say. But these few people, I am afraid they will definitely become famous all over the world.

I heard that your Majesty today is a generation of Ming princes, and he may be furious, and it may be possible to chop them off to rectify the country.

Xue Wanjun, who was on the side, originally wanted to wait until the night was quiet, and he would be able to be quiet and alone. Maybe he could look for opportunities and beg to die quickly.

Now that Cheng's Pipa is about to enter the prison, Xue Wanjun feels that he should write an impeachment memorial to His Majesty.

Accuse these gangsters of misbehaving in prison.

Your Majesty, please expel all these gangsters from the prison, so as not to affect the mood and work and rest time of the personnel who are undergoing reform through labor.

It's a pity that he can only think about it. After all, isn't it because he has a grudge against his Majesty that he has the ambition to die?

Forget it, what's the matter with love, thinking of this, Xue Wanjun couldn't help but pursed his mouth, mud, after the bowl of something like gruel.

He became more and more energetic, and his throat no longer felt painful like a knife cut.

This made Xue Wanjun want to curse a few words happily, but if he cursed himself, wouldn't he let Cheng Saburo know that he had recovered his strength?

When the guy came over and stared at ~www.readwn.com~ how could he die. Forget it, if the old man is alive after death, he must turn into a ghost and go to have a good chat with Cheng Saburo.

Otherwise, he couldn't swallow his breath, Xue Wanjun, who was lying there, was groping with his hands on his body.

Soon he felt his belt, and suddenly Xue Wan had a bold idea.

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In the Ziwei Palace, which is also the palace in Luoyang, Li Shimin walked around in the Wencheng Palace, very anxious.

"Hey, I don't know that Cheng Saburo's plan doesn't work, Xue Wanjunqing's temper is very stubborn..."

On the side, Li Mingda was playing with her mother for a while, mainly because she was curious, General Zhao had been there for a long time.

She didn't come back to report it, because she wanted to know if Cheng San's strategy worked.

The eldest-grandson queen naturally knows the thoughts of her daughters-in-law, and she herself is also very much looking forward to the matter being resolved satisfactorily.

So a family of three squatted here just to wait for Zhao Kun to come and deliver an answer.

Hearing the grumbles of his father, Li Mingda glanced at his mother, and then got up and walked over.

"Father, come and sit down and rest for a while, General Zhao has not returned, I want to prove that General Zhao is there waiting for good news."

"Furthermore, Brother Cheng San is so capable of healing and saving people, General Xue Er will definitely not have a problem."

Li Shimin showed a gentle smile to the girl when she heard her daughter speak to comfort him.

Just about to speak, I heard footsteps coming towards this side, and soon I saw Zhao Kun coming in with a wooden box in his hand.