The willows on the Ba Bridge are broken, the wind and snow on the Ba Bridge are seen, and the farewells on the Eighteen Bridges are all accompanied by the waves of ghosts and wolves on the Ba River, which ruined the sad atmosphere before.

Uncle Zhang Gongjin took office as a Daizhou, and was particularly embarrassed. Even the ceremonial guard was like a frosted eggplant...

"Down here for me-"

"Father, I respect Uncle Shi for a song of Li, what's wrong with it?"

"I'm so proud of my mother, I will let you know what it feels like to have a meat when you're fucking!

Cheng Zhijie's hair was overwhelmed. Could this son be reborn after committing a crime in his previous life?

"Father, what's wrong? Farewell from Baqiao is a good story, why did my father stop him everywhere?"

Cheng Sanlang is a good boy, and from the bottom of his heart, he is quite kind.

Of course, as Zhang De judged, this guy was just a stubborn person.

"I beat my son, that's a good story-"

The furious Cheng Zhijie snatched his fists and was about to fuck him directly. As a result, King Yuchi Tian smiled with a naughty smile: "Hey, Duke Lu beats the child in broad daylight, and says that he hurts the face of the court ministers. Forget it, forget it, forget it."

"Get out!"

King Yuchi smiled and the iron tower's body opened: "Okay, okay, you fight, you fight. I will talk to His Majesty tomorrow, just say that when Hongshen takes office, you will teach your son a lesson in public. Hehe..."

"Old thief, I will beat you to death!"

Bang!

Cheng Yaojin punched Yuchi Gong in the face.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Patrick Gong was hit by a punch and was stunned for a while. Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly. He just laughed twice, but his voice stopped abruptly.

The fist as big as a sandbag hit his stomach, and even the millet porridge in the morning almost spit out.

"Hurry and hold them up--"

Li Jie, who had just changed his title to Duke Cao, saw that his mother was getting angry and quickly separated. A group of guards rushed up like flies, and two generals on the battlefield were killed, each of whom were dragging them. In this way, the two old bastards were still kicking each other with their feet.

"Old thief, I can't spare you-"

Cheng Zhijie burst out and shouted.

"How dare you, a thief in Wagang, say I--"

It would be fine if you didn't mention Wagang. When you mentioned Wagang Cheng Yaojin went into a state of rage, his muscles were bulging and his blood vessels were thick, and the scene was even more exciting than a bodybuilding competition.

"I'm a thief who's going to make me feel incompatible with you!"

After hearing this, King Yuchi stopped making trouble. He suddenly stood up, dusted the dust on his body, and looked at Cheng Yaojin disdainfully.

Cheng Zhijie was also stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, what's wrong with this old man?

Suddenly, the richest man in Yuchi shook his body: "Everything is released, I don't have the same knowledge as this guy."

After saying that, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and shouted at Cheng Chubi on the railings of Ba Bridge with great despicability: "My nephew, I sing well, I admire it. Your uncle in Zhang's family already understands the kind of nephew's intention--"

"I'm a mother..."

Cheng Zhijie jumped on the spot and was about to curse again, but he saw that Yuchi Gong had already stepped on a rabbit-headed horse. He laughed, rode his horse and whipped it, rolled up a piece of smoke and dust, and headed straight for Chunmingmen.

Zhang De, who watched the whole process, said that the four kings are so mean, and they are probably not able to find such a person in the past five hundred years and then five hundred years.

No wonder this old man stayed at home for sixteen years to practice immortality later. It must be because His Majesty the Emperor was injured by him.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, the half-knowing friendship falls..."

"Aowu--"

The singing was still floating above the Ba River, and the merchants who came out of Chunming Street were all staring with their eyes wide open. When they came to the capital from Yunmengze to see the southerners on the market, they were all curious and moved: "The young people in the capital are indeed unrestrained and free. Such an unruly boy is like the wind in the Spring and Autumn Period, which is so pleasant."

"Oh, brother, I wonder which young man who stood in the wind and snow on the Ba Bridge was from which he sings? It's really enviable to see his extraordinary demeanor."

The villagers who had lived in Chang'an for a long time squinted their eyes, then looked at the villagers who had just come to Chang'an like an idiot. Then a group of people dragged the villagers who didn't know the truth to the corner to carry out Chang'an cultural re-education.

So Chang'an was added with a little color in the twelfth lunar month. Although Mei Zhoulang did not have a feather fan and a romantic scarf, at least Cheng Sanlang had a feather fan and a romantic scarf.

Although there was no news for half a month after returning home, Pingkangfang still has his legend.

To Zhang De’s understanding is: Brother is no longer in the world, but the legend of Brother is still circulating in the world...

The level in Pingkangfang is quite strict. For example, if you are a person of the level like Lin Miaoer and Cui Yingying, you must sing a big song, which looks classy and cultured. Then first- and second-tier stars... Oh no, insiders have to think about which talented man to write a poem and then sing it out.

As the saying goes, a good voice is not as good as a good song. The lyricist who has written these days has much better buyout fees than the Internet literature websites more than a thousand years later.

Just as those who acted in dramas despise movies, and those who acted in movies despise TV dramas. The feudal centralized society with the characteristics of the Tang Dynasty empire, first- and second-tier stars do not sing poems, miscellaneous songs, small songs, and folk songs.

Only those third- and fourth-tier undressing little stars who have no talent and no care of the young master will sing poems, which is the one in Tang poetry and Song poetry.

The more elegant one is called Shi Yu, and the more you look down on, you will just say long and short sentences.

Basically, literary people have their own way of playing, which is completely incomprehensible to Zhang De. He estimated that it was the mutual explosion between Leibniz and Newton for the glory of calculus.

Since Cheng Chubi pretended to be a pussy in Qingyun Pavilion, everyone knows that Cui Yingying is still very satisfied with the pussy in Qingyun Pavilion. However, Cheng Sanlang shouted "Farewell" with a voice. The singing style that combines two strange accents of Guanzhong and Jeju, plus the soundtrack of the wild dog, turned out to be popular all over Chang'an.

Not to mention the third and fourth tier palace ladies, even the first and second tier insiders, even Cui Yingying, who is a Qingyun Pavilion, is hesitating whether to avoid being honest in order to get in the sea.

Although it is possible to make a man who can make a score of 200 guan on weekdays, there are many people who can't prepare for this song. If Cui Yingying's young men wanted to make a crowdfunding for the Zhenguan period, you were ten guan and I was eight guan, and I got two thousand guan, and then went to Qingyun Pavilion to yell: "You guys, just listen to this!"

If you look down on two hundred guan, it doesn’t mean that you will feel that it’s too small if you look down on two thousand guan.

Cui Duzhi gritted his teeth and finally did not agree. She asked the turtle man to run over and say to the young men, "You guys add some more."

On the 21st day of the twelfth lunar month of the third year of Zhenguan, someone from Qingyun Pavilion took three thousand guans and ordered Cui Yingying to sing "Farewell".

In the cold winter, this song is basically the same as a hot topic in winter.

However, in the small yard of Dingyuan County Duke, the little round face, who had finally recovered from his injuries, came to a strange environment. Then he saw Zhang De who was basking in winter there and screamed: "It's you?! There are so many heroes!"

What do I fuck...

Zhang De was peeling the pine nuts, and his pine nut shell was stuck in the cracks of his nails. He almost learned from Cheng Chubi in pain.

"You redeem me?"

"Otherwise."

Zhang De rubbed his fingers and looked at her side.

The little round face hesitated a little: "You are so young, you are so lustful?"

I'm so fucking... it hurts really!

Another pine nut shell is stuck in the cracks in the nails.
Chapter completed!