Chapter 94 It's all a bunch of disrespectful things!)
Everyone stared blankly at the painting, especially the Prime Minister, who was a versatile man and had extensive research in the art of painting.
He couldn't wait to walk closer and looked at it carefully several times before he couldn't help but mutter.
"This is really Yan Liben's handiwork, but how is this possible?"
Yan Liben did not have a high official position, but this guy was definitely a benchmark in the literary and artistic circles of the Tang Dynasty, and he had a very literary temperament.
Although the value of his art works is extremely high, it is difficult for any of his works to come out. The few pieces that he has are almost all hidden in the palace.
It was regarded as a treasure handed down from generation to generation by Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty. Unexpectedly, there was also a painting in the home of Lao Cheng, and the painting was of Lao Cheng and his six children.
This is not going to let anyone live anymore. Fang Xuanling, the prime minister with a belly that can hold a boat, his eyes are full of jealousy at this moment.
Why did you draw Cheng Yaojin’s evil-looking appearance? Is it scary?
Yan Langzhong, if you have that spare time, you might as well paint a picture of a cultured person with bright features and elegant demeanor like Fang.
"Lao Cheng, you're not going to knock on the door and force Mr. Yan to draw it for you, right?" Li Ji couldn't help but curled his lips, guessing the truth with some malice.
"Fart, I didn't want this painting at all. Who knew that Lao Yan insisted on giving it to me while crying and shouting, saying that I, Lao Cheng, was born powerful and ferocious, like a god descending to earth..."
Seeing Cheng Yaojin's spittle flying in all directions, all the nobles of the Tang Dynasty were full of disbelief.
But the problem is that the painting is there. Believe it or not, artist Yan Da has already painted Cheng Yaojin’s ferocious appearance in the painting.
Yuchi Gong reluctantly picked up the wine glass and loudly reminded a group of famous and non-famous figures in the Tang Dynasty.
"Okay, okay, what paintings are you looking at? If you have the ability, keep drinking. The only one who can walk straight out of Lao Cheng's house is a good man. Let's do it!"
"That's it, we are all a bunch of rough old men, we just need to take a look at this thing. What can we do even if we draw a few more villains? Drink!"
When Cheng Chubi and other young people left the front hall, the bustle had resumed.
In Cheng Chubi's courtyard, a group of young dandies no longer had the suppression of their elders, and resumed their usual arrogance and arrogance. They toasted and exchanged cups and began to wave with excitement.
However, there are always some people who are still annoyed by the masterpieces of the great artist Yan they just saw.
"It really looks like your dad. I just saw it, but it scared me to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat."
"Yes, yes, is Mr. Yan crazy? He actually gave it to your father... Well, of course, I didn't say that I shouldn't give paintings to Uncle Cheng."
"It's just that Mr. Yan has such a bad temper that no one wants to deal with. How could he do something like this?"
"Oh, I didn't expect that among the many famous generals in our Tang Dynasty, it was your father who appeared in the Yan Langzhong picture scroll..."
"???" Cheng Chubi was immediately unhappy. "Why, if you're not convinced, you can ask your father to find Yan Langzhong and draw two pictures for your father."
I don't like to hear that these young people are full of envy and jealousy. It seems that they have drunk too little.
"Come on, come on, don't be ridiculous, it's my brother's, do it!"
The eldest brother Cheng Chumo raised the wine glass in his hand boldly and drained it in one gulp.
The second brother also raised his glass, and even pulled Cheng Chubi, who was about to urinate, but in desperation, Cheng Chubi could only raise his glass with a tragic look on his face.
After winking and winking for a long time, I regained my breath and became energetic. The three brothers of the Cheng family are all real people, and they will drink until the glass is dry.
The brothers present who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper were also cheerful people. Besides, they were not in front of their elders, so everyone was very cheerful and cheerful.
The first few cups of Cheng's secret Sanle syrup are the most difficult to swallow, but the later ones make your mouth smoother and smoother as you drink.
Even Li Ke, His Royal Highness the King of Shu, had already taken the initiative to propose a toast.
Yuchi Baoqing rushed up to him and raised his glass to Cheng Chubi with a proud look.
"Come on, come on, we brothers will work together when the time comes."
Before Cheng Chubi could react, another man with a big black face squeezed over and said cheerfully.
"I almost forgot about this. My second brother is the prince Zuo Nei's envoy. You must be affectionate and affectionate. Hahaha..."
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel happy, he didn't expect that one of the Yuchi twins was also working under the Crown Prince.
"Then Brother Baoqing will have to take care of you from now on."
"Hahaha, if you want me to take care of you, we brothers should have a drink first and then talk." Yuchi Baoqing is indeed an honest and honest person.
He actually dared to raise a provocation at Lao Cheng's house. Next, Yuchi Baoqing became the first dandy to die heroically.
He was skillfully lifted up by Cheng's servants and thrown into the guest room.
The fight at the old Cheng family's wine table, like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, is still going on...
"...I understand, let's go down." Li Shimin was stunned for a long time after hearing the eunuch's report, and then he realized what he was doing.
He took a look at the sky that was approaching dusk, shook his head helplessly, let it go, and let those rough old men go about their business.
These official documents will be handed over to Fang Qing tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Fang Qing, a gentle and elegant prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, could not escape even after entering the old Cheng family.
Thinking of this, Li Shimin couldn't help but let out a hey, and quickly straightened his face.
Zhao Kun stood aside with a dull and numb expression, as if he couldn't see or hear anything, trying hard to fulfill his role as a loyal guard leader.
When the sky turned dark, Mrs. Lu stood at the door of Fang's house with some worry. Next to her, her eldest son Fang Shen also looked at the street with an anxious expression.
After a short while, I finally saw my father's car approaching slowly, but the question was, why were my father's guards?
One or two of them looked dejected, much like a defeated army fleeing back from a defeated battle.
Then, the Prime Minister of Fang, who was supposed to be personable, free and easy, was lifted out of the car using the door panel.
Then he opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Mrs. Lu and her eldest son Fang Shen, whose faces were filled with concern.
At that moment, Fang Xuanling let out a joyful sigh as if she was surviving a disaster. "I'm home now?"
"...Master, are you feeling better?" Mrs. Lu felt distressed and gently fanned Fang Xuanling, who was lying on the couch with a towel covering her forehead.
"Well, thank you madam, I feel much better after drinking the hangover soup."
Fang Xuanling sat up with difficulty. Her head was still dizzy and she felt a little nauseous, but she could hold it back.
When I think of the noises that came to my ears when I was carried out of the Cheng Mansion.
Fang Xuanling, who always paid attention to her own reputation, felt that life was worse than death. It was impossible for her to go to the Cheng Mansion again in this life, nor in the next life.
"By the way, sir, Jun'er, are you still trapped in the Cheng Mansion?" Mrs. Lu asked when she saw that her husband's face had improved a little.
"Jun'er originally wanted to escape with her husband... ahem, he left the Cheng Mansion, but he didn't expect to be stopped by an old man.
He said that the little kid was not doing business, so he drove Jun'er back..."
"Old man Cheng!" Lu couldn't help shouting angrily with a dark face.