Cheng Zhijie dragged Tang Jian and asked him to sit between him and Li Jing, and asked, "Did he do it on purpose?"
Li Jing poured three more cups of tea, one for each person, and waited for Tang Jian to answer. Although he already knew the answer, he still thought there would be some differences. Wei Xuancheng is almost at the age of hearing.
"He has a knot in his mind." Tang Jian whispered. If he guessed correctly, he had secretly recorded the advice he was proud of, and he was more likely to find Chu Dengshan, hoping to have it transcribed in his daily notes. If that is the case, one can imagine how great His Majesty's anger will be, and no one can predict where it will burn.
"I just wish he hadn't written down the circumstances of every remonstrance."
"He won't seek death like this." Li Jing's tone was hesitant, without much confidence. Wei Xuancheng was not the first person to ask for his name in history, nor would he be the last.
"Why do you feel that Prince Teng's scolding is right?" Cheng Zhijie's big hands always felt incongruous when holding a teacup. He was more suitable to use a bowl.
Li Jing and Tang Jian looked at each other and saw agreement in each other's eyes: The darkest person was indeed him!
"What are you two looking at?" Cheng Zhijie leaned back and blinked his big confused eyes, but the bags under his eyes were a little bigger, comparable to Su Daqiang.
"Gong Lu, can you show me your axe?" Princess Jinyang walked over accompanied by Li Yuanying, looking up at her little bun and asking softly.
Li Jing and Tang Jian: "..."
Lao Cheng should ask the craftsmen in the inner government to help him make an axe, preferably one made of silver and gold, and play with it from time to time to make him feel more present, hahaha...
Cheng Zhijie bent down, lowered his voice and said: "To tell you what the princess is saying, when I suppressed the rebellion of the Tieshan (Luzhou, Sichuan) people, my ax was chopped into pieces and could no longer be used, so I threw it into the river. Then I made another one. It was too expensive, so I had to use Ma Shu instead."
"That's it." Princess Jinyang nodded her little head and smiled cutely. "I just said that my uncle never lied to others. My brother also said that I was young and ignorant. Now that Lu Guogong has said it, what else will he say about me?"
Li Jing and Tang Jian: "..."
You can't laugh, you must hold it back. If the little princess is unhappy, the consequences will be serious.
"Don't worry, Cheng Sima. A certain organization will arrange for you to make a Xuanhua axe, and Mr. Yuan will draw it himself." Li Yuanying winked at Cheng Zhijie and smiled. "Seeing that your relationship is so good, I feel relieved."
Cheng Zhijie, Li Jing and Tang Jian looked at the back of Li Yuanying leading Princess Jinyang away, feeling a little confused in the wind: Why does the prince's words sound so weird?
Cheng Zhijie and Tang Jian each returned to their seats to enjoy the performance of the dancers. They wore green narrow-sleeved shirts, beautiful and tall figures, face powdered with vermilion, combed in a pony bun, and peony hairpins made of silk yarn. Turning around and stepping back, the colored skirt shimmered like lake water under a clear sky.
The snowflakes falling outside the window are getting bigger and bigger, but they can't affect the temperature upstairs. The pomegranate red gauze beaded lamps under the eaves gradually light up, reflecting the flying snowflakes red.
"Uncle, is the dinner party here too?" Princess Jinyang glanced at the lit lanterns and determined that they were not as beautiful as the Zhuanlu lanterns that her uncle gave her, so she looked away.
Li Yuanying pointed to the corridor in the garden and laughed softly: "We will go there later and enjoy the plum blossoms under the lights on a snowy night."
All of you here are people who are not afraid of the curfew. The people who are the authority guards and the leading guards on the left and right will do their best to send them home safely.
Princess Jinyang was a little uninterested. She said softly "Oh" and went to see Yu Shinan write. Just now, Aye said that in three days, he will formally accept Prime Minister Yu as his teacher, and he will also choose three attendants to attend the lectures together.
Seeing Princess Jinyang, Changsun Wuji stopped chatting with Yan Liben, walked over, picked up the little bun, took out a jade-carved Shiba Inu from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Jinyang is so happy to have a banquet today? Do you miss your uncle?"
The skills of the Shaofu craftsmen are getting better and better, and the cute version of the thin dog will be very popular with the little girl. It is cuter than that thin silk dog.
"Ah, uncle's jade version of rhubarb is here!" Princess Jinyang stretched out the jade Shiba Inu towards Li Yuanying and said in surprise.
Changsun Wuji felt a toothache when he heard Dahuang's name. He needed to speak to His Majesty. Jinyang could not let Jinyang say these...indecent words every day.
"Young Master, you work hard." Li Yuanying looked at the carving technique, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled. "You have some fun with your eldest grandson, Sikong, and I will arrange the details of the dinner."
You can still see the disgust in other people's eyes. If you have the ability, you will be disgusted for the rest of your life. Don't be led away by the law of cause and effect. Even if there is no Wu Mei, there may be Lu Mei, Feng Mei, Zhao Mei or Ye Henala. ·Mei, you may still end up hanging yourself to death.
Unless you can survive your brother, with his protection, you probably won't hang yourself to death.
Princess Jinyang took back the jade version of rhubarb, nodded obediently, and said, "Wei Wei, uncle, go and come back quickly~"
Changsun Wuji: "..."
He is a close uncle, how come he says it like an outsider?
"No." Li Yuanying lightly scratched Xiaobaozi's nose, nodded to Changsun Wuji, and turned to leave. If I can't come over to hug Sizi, the pheasant slave can... come with Qingque instead, just in time to help him lose weight. Every fat man has potential, so keep looking handsome, okay?
Pheasant Nu and Gao Ming are both very nice and smooth... Thinking about those fat guys in the future, I can only lament that life is too good, and my brother makes them all too full. It's time to think of a way to get them all moving. Of course it's up to Brother to do the work. He just made a small push inadvertently.
Being a good person is still a bit hard.
Li Tai didn't expect that his uncle would come to him. He was a little surprised and a little happy, but the joy soon faded away. He crossed his arms and saluted, and said: "Don't worry, uncle, I will go and bring Jinyang back in a while. Send it to Aye, you get busy first."
Li Yuanying waved his hand casually, turned around and left. It was almost certain that the bird had been deceived by the officials. I won’t get involved anymore. Even if I didn’t have any ideas before, I will have some now. Another popular saying in later generations: If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
As for who can bear it, it is obvious, the black-bellied pheasant.
By the way, there is also Xu Jingzong, who calmly said in the court hall that the farmer had harvested ten more bushes of wheat and wanted to change his wife. Besides, the emperor wanted to establish a queen, so why bother to raise any objections about human affairs?
TN is really a talent!
"My lord, the prince will enter the east gate first." Cui Xingzong was waiting in the corridor downstairs and said in a voice that only two people could hear. This way of speaking is a compulsory course for the heirs of various aristocratic families, and concubines with outstanding abilities can also learn it, but it is a little later. The extent to which they can learn it depends on their talent.
Li Yuanying nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Ignore them and tell those who are doing illusion tonight that if they scare Princess Jinyang, I will bury him in the snow!"
"Wei Wei!" Cui Xingzong hurriedly bowed and responded. On this kind of thing, my uncle does what he says and never lies!
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