Tang Jian's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at everyone from the corner of his eyes. He crossed his hands and saluted, and said righteously: "Your Majesty, I think Cheng Yizhen is the most suitable. The flying axes are quite spectacular."
Villains fear power rather than virtue, and those who do things based on official rank, even if they are not pure villains, are definitely not gentlemen. Let them see the scene of flying axes, and they will become as well-behaved as cats in an instant.
The black line on Wei Zheng's forehead slipped. He was very serious when he recommended Li Junxian. Can you not make trouble? Although I have a little bit of selfishness, it's really only a little bit. No matter how much I complain in my heart, things still need to be done. He explained softly: "Li Junxian has been diligent in studying these years and is knowledgeable and talented. He is not the same as Amen under Wu."
From the third level to the third level, although it is only a small step, you can escape from the north gate.
"Brother, this is not urgent. Why don't you change your clothes loosely and have a banquet by the lake on the east side of the main hall, where you can see the flowing water of Han River." Li Yuanying looked at most of the people who were in a daze and said with a casual smile. "I can guarantee that there will be no mosquitoes. Zhang Gong's special incense will keep them away."
The Flying Ax Gang's version of the Yushitai reminds me of the state of parliament in certain countries. Although I don't know how serious it is,... I refuse!
A certain person would rather Cheng Zhijie was in charge of the Ministry of Rites, or the Honglu Temple, or the Tang version of the External Affairs Department. Not to mention, with the reckless Cheng Zhijie, the cat-faced Li Yifu, and the docile Xu Jingzong, Datang's external negotiations might have a different situation.
"It's okay, we didn't come to Jinzhou to discuss who should be the censor." Li Shimin picked up Princess Jinyang and handed it to Li Yuanying, saying. "Let your little one accompany me. I'm a little tired today."
Sitting in the car, I was so excited that my little girl started to feel a little lost and couldn't even open her eyes.
"Uncle~" Princess Jinyang lay on Li Yuanying's shoulder and whispered softly, thinking about the time when the one-month-old kitten was getting ready to sleep.
"Sizi has no worries, Sizi has a good sleep." Li Yuanying gently patted Jinyang's little bun on the back and coaxed her softly as before. He nodded slightly to Li Shimin and walked lightly towards the backyard. Fortunately, he had a Persian cat... When he caught a fish for the second time, he got excited and asked a senior cat pet expert to help him choose it. A docile Persian cat. What I didn’t expect was that he had never caught a fish since then. What I didn’t expect was that the cat was very delicate. Not only did he not eat raw fish, but he would also be assassinated after being steamed. Help him pick it up.
That is to say, a certain person’s working hours are relatively free, otherwise he really wouldn’t be able to take care of such a delicate cat.
Tang Qiniang looked at Li Yuanying with some surprise, taking care of the princess... Now the backyard can only be left to me. Yingying bowed and said softly: "My lord, please don't worry, I will take good care of the princess."
"Don't be nervous." Li Yuanying took Tang Qiniang's hand and continued outside. "Dong Guo, Guyu and Pei Shiqi will be guarding Jinyang. You can arrange the meal and don't let unsighted people disturb her. It will be very late tonight. You should restrain those little girls and don't always think about it. Reach the sky in one step."
Brother, there are many beauties around him, there is no need to send another one from Prince Teng’s Mansion. As for the prime minister and the others, they are not too young, so there is no need to send a beauty to them. In order to get rid of himself, Gongsun Diandian went to Dingxiang County (near Hohhot) to marry a beauty with a particularly good waist in the name of Changle. As a result, he encountered a bear on the way and his horse went crazy. Nothing left.
"I know the importance." The smile on Tang Qiniang's face brightened. Aweng said that the prince has a special status. Both the late emperor and Queen Wende raised him personally, and his majesty doted on him. He asked me not to encourage the prince to make mistakes, but also to help the princess to take good care of the beauties, musicians and dancers in the backyard.
Li Yuanying looked at Tang Qiniang's smiling face with some confusion. Why did she have the illusion of being cared for by her old mother? He shook his head, it must be an illusion, Tang Qiniang was one year older than a certain one, not ten years old. He waved his hand and left the courtyard where Tang Qiniang lived. He changed into a duck egg green robe with wide sleeves. His hair was let down. He tied it with a small jade bamboo crown and walked towards the lake on wooden clogs.
As night falls, the stars begin to shine brightly. Instead of using white lights, the lakeside is dotted with bamboo lanterns. As the lights sway, the summer night wind brings the coolness of Hanshui, making you feel the heat.
The musicians played the tunes from the land of Bashan, just like the river rushing against the rocks, river banks and valleys, changing strangely and unusually harmoniously. It was four points less delicate and beautiful than Qing Shang music, and four points more beautiful than Hu music. Fresh and graceful...of course it's been adapted. Playing a tune that can be heard from a mountain away, how can we still chat?
"I've met Prince Teng." Wei Zheng came earlier and wanted to chat with Li Yuanying first. He crossed his hands and said softly. "I have a little selfishness in recommending Li Junxian, but not much."
Li Yuanying put his hand on Wei Zheng's arm, walked towards the seat, and whispered: "Wei Gong, think about Li Xuansui and Bishamon, I think you should take care of your subordinates, be a good person, overseer and behead the envoy. If the recommender makes any omissions, you will be implicated, and others will not think that you are interested in their talent."
If he hadn't recommended Du Zhenglun and Hou Junji, he wouldn't have been reported. If he hadn't approached Chu Suiliang and wanted to leave his name in history, his brother wouldn't have toppled the tombstone. Now Wu'e is in Tengzhou and living very comfortably with her mother-in-law. There are no prophecies, no need to worry about being killed, and no lack of sense of security. Based on the relationship between a certain person and a pheasant slave, he should not snatch someone from a certain person...probably not. After all, the chance of the two of them meeting is infinitely close to zero, and a certain person will not be so sick that he needs both of them to treat him at the same time.
...Even if someone gets sick or travels westward, Wu'e doesn't need to go to the temple to stay, and the possibility of hooking up with a pheasant slave is really slim.
When Wei Zheng heard those two names, he felt a little confused. No one mentioned them to me for a long time, and he never thought of them in the dead of night... What Prince Teng meant was that he didn't know people well? He asked in confusion: "Then why have you never attacked him?"
Li Yuanying didn't expect that Wei Zheng would have such strange thoughts... Could it be that Brother A also had such thoughts? He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and explained in a low voice with great helplessness: "Li Junxian is just a general guarding Xuanwu Gate, but he is still on duty in rotation... Wei Gong, let me put it another way, if you go to Tangliyuan and receive Xiaoxue If you don’t wait too long, will you have a dispute with her?”
The first reason why I don't hate him is because I know that based on his experience in the original historical line, even if he is not the most unlucky person in the Tang Dynasty, he will definitely be in the top three. Secondly, because we usually don’t go to Xuanwu Gate, everyone knows it’s not fun there. Furthermore, who will guard the door better? He doesn't go to the East Side Hall to discuss matters, so he won't offend Yan Zhijian.
Wei Zheng: "..."
Of course, I will not stop talking nonsense with Xiaoxue and directly tell Prince Teng or Tang Jian to deal with it... It turns out that I am wrong!
He asked with some embarrassment but without losing his grace: "What about Cheng Zhijie..."
"I think he is more suitable to negotiate with Fanbang!" Li Yuanying said with joy, imitating Cheng Zhijie's non-physical performance of taking out an ax from his waist and slapping it on the table. "You guys, do you want to try whether your brain is tougher or your forehead is tougher than an axe?"
If followed by dozens of little... Jinwu guards who all hold axes, they will be very intimidating to anyone they negotiate with!
Wei Zheng: "..."
Prince Teng, how many times have you practiced secretly in private to be able to learn so well?
"Shuzi is making nonsense." Li Shimin came over surrounded by Fang Xuanling, Yang Shidao, Li Jing and others. He happened to hear Li Yuanying imitate Cheng Zhijie's words and said with a headache. There is really no time to calm down. Why would I miss him? His brain must have been kicked by a Guizhou donkey!
Li Yuanying waited until Li Shimin sat down on the main seat before he started to complain and said: "Brother, I don't mean to make any nonsense. I really feel that when we negotiated with Fanbang, we acted like a gentleman. We are reaping the rewards. They took some prisoners, cattle, sheep and other sundries, but our Tang Dynasty did not attack them for no reason, it was their malicious provocation. So should they be responsible for the food and grass consumed by the Tang armies? The casualties of the Tang armies , should they pay for the pension and settlement money? There are also some soldiers who, although not injured, have nightmares every night, and some people can't even live a normal life. Should their settlement money and compensation for the damage to their souls be paid? Should it be them?"
He picked up the tea cup and drank it all, and continued: "Transporting grain and grass requires a lot of manpower. At the same time, it will consume nearly half of the grain and grass, and it will also delay the farming season. We, the Tang Dynasty, can't bear these losses ourselves? Because of their Malicious provocations will cause widows and widowers to be lonely in the Tang Dynasty. Should they silently endure the pain of losing their loved ones? After the so-called peace talks, they shamelessly asked you to grant a marriage. Not only the grant of marriage, but also various dowries... ...Brother, it’s all a small amount of money inside and out! Didn’t the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs help you with this calculation?”
Li Shimin: "..."
What the younger brother said made people inexplicably feel that it made sense... The dowry sent by the Tang Dynasty was indeed quite large, as well as various books, seeds and craftsmen... When he said this, I felt like I was at a huge loss!
Fang Xuanling silently counted with her fingers how much food and grass it would take to attack Tubo this time... let's count the attack on Tuyuhun first...
Li Daozong's eyes were sore at Li Yuanying's words. He crossed his hands and saluted, and said: "Your Majesty, the soldiers at the bottom really don't understand why they can just bow their heads and admit defeat. Although there are tributes every year, we in the Tang Dynasty also have to return gifts every time. , but also to marry off so many girls of all ages to foreign countries... Someone once asked a certain general, didn't we win the battle? Why do we still want to marry the princess? "
Yang Shidao glanced at Li Jing, then at Liu Dewei, crossed his hands and saluted, and said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Gao has often been ill in recent years, and the affairs of the Political Affairs Hall are complicated, so it is understandable that he has neglected it. How about adding more Someone come and help him share some of the burden so that he can rest in peace."
Liu Dewei: "..."
The purpose of our coming here seems to be to check whether the contents of the memorial written by Li Xiaotong, the former Jinzhou farewell driver, are true or false? As a result, the young people were either discussing the imperial censor or the minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs... They went off topic!
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