It's not impossible for Chang Gong to serve as the governor of Xuanzhou, but Changsun Wuji has to move again... Li Shimin leaned on the soft pillow, stared at the pomegranate in his hand and frowned, "What do you think if the auxiliary machine is allowed to go to Sumen Island? ?」
As the territory expanded, steamships became faster and faster. Zhenzhou and Yizhou were no longer considered remote areas and were more convenient than Yangzhou. Changsun Wuji's talents are very good. Although he is not as good as Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui Wei Zheng, he is still half a penny better than Wang Gui, Dai Zhou, Duan Lun and others. After the establishment of Yunhe Mansion, he made too many small calculations and lost his fairness and peace of mind. He usually couldn't say anything new and just opposed for the sake of opposition.
When I mentioned Sumen Island, I was inevitably confused and asked in confusion, "Also, why do you insist on dredging the Sumen Strait first?"
"Brother, look here." Li Yuanying unfolded the latest map and pointed at the roughly drawn Southeast Asian archipelago. "If we want to build a railway in the Annan Protectorate, both the labor cost and the time cost will be too high."
Then he pointed to the place marked with the word Tianzhu and said with a mean smile: "After the strait is dredged, we can transport the obsolete old weapons here. Master Xuanzang said that their place is very lively. When they have nothing to do, they like to visit each other and show off their muscles and fists. We'd better fight left and right to make them fight more evenly."
Back then, the flower grower's little rabbit was selling things from left to right in the powder keg of the Middle East. Kanade followed Yingjiang and Xiong Daxue, otherwise he wouldn't have received a huge order from a big dog. The pressure on the Tang Dynasty is not that great at this time, but the war with the Camel Empire may happen in advance.
It is necessary to prepare for a rainy day. Let the cute Asan Xiang hold them back and teach the camels how to do things with the Zhuge Liannu. As for whether Asan Xiang will leak those weapons to Luo Tuo, that is their choice and has nothing to do with Datang.
"You!" Li Shimin stretched out his finger and tapped Li Yuanying's temple, "You really make the best use of anyone who is by your side. You still have to take care of Yao Shi and Xuan Ling's age. If you have anything to do, please give orders to Gao Jifu and Zhang Xingcheng.”
Let Cen Wenwen select a few people around forty years old and send them over, so that the reserve personnel of the Political Affairs Hall and the Sixth Department cannot be left behind. Tang Jian and Wei Zheng's current attitudes and methods of doing things may not be felt by themselves. Not only their styles have changed a lot, but their ideas are also very different.
"Brother, please send Xue Yuanchao, a man from Fenyin County, to me as a student." Li Yuanying made the request without any politeness. Wenzong, but what made him famous in history was the three hates in his life.
Xue Zhongshu wrote to Yuan Chao about his relative, saying: "I am not talented, and I am too wealthy. However, I have three hatreds in my life: I was not promoted as a Jinshi at first, I was not allowed to marry a girl with the fifth surname, and I was not allowed to write the history of the country.
Oh, by the way, his head wife is the daughter of Chaosi King Li Yuanji and the head of Hejing County. The epitaph of the Lord Hejing County was written by Zhang Shuo. Zhang Shuo was an ordinary prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. The most famous story is that Yao Chong died and schemed with Zhang Shuo.
"I will tell Cen Wenwen that the number of your attendants has dropped sharply and ask him to help you arrange a few more." Li Shimin peeled a pomegranate and said casually. "It's better to lie down comfortably here with you and let the bride pack these belongings and send them to the ship. I will take them back to Chang'an for use."
If you don't pick up a wave of wool, you will feel uncomfortable. If you pick up too much, you will feel that you are bullying the younger ones. It is not easy to be a brother.
"No problem, I'll pack the rulers, compasses and diagrams into boxes and put them away." Li Yuanying put the peeled oranges next to Li Shimin's hand and said with a very silly smile. "Let Xiao Sizi start construction on Taiye Pond and Furong Garden. The money will be taken from the dividends given to me by the young master, so that my brother can rest and enjoy at any time."
After peeling a grape to reward himself, Li Yuanying asked in confusion: "Brother Chengfan, why did he offend the little Sizi again? His mansion has been demolished five or six times, why doesn't he have a long memory?"
You can manage the affairs of the Ministry of Works without any chaos, and you can also come up with new ideas and insights from time to time. Shouldn't you always provoke the little buns? If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. If he doesn't ask clearly, he will not feel at ease.
"He didn't offend Xiao Sizi, he offended me." Li Shimin rolled his eyes without caring about his image, put the pomegranate aside, and picked up an orange to eat. "I don't have the eyesight to see. Xuanling's dark circles are darker than a white bear. In his eyes
There is still only the Taihu project. If he is not re-wound, he will one day dig a hole and bury himself. Before lying down, he will spread a handful of soil, for fear that others will not know that he is dead. "
Li Yuanying: "..."
Others picked and killed three soldiers, but Li Daozong offended the emperor and his chief minister with just one sentence, and his family was demolished without any complaint.
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There are many poems written about the south of the Yangtze River. The sunrise on the river is beautiful when the flowers are red and the fire is bright. It is beautiful when watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. It is also beautiful when the painting boat listens to the rain sleep and the midnight bell to the passenger ship. The people beside the bank are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the bright wrists. , and Jiangnan has nothing, it is more beautiful to give a spring branch.
But what Li Yuanying likes most is an unknown poem: The four rivers embrace the city and spread across thousands of streams. Plant water chestnuts deep enough to plant rice, and plant lotus flowers neither deep nor shallow. The poem is indeed simple, so simple that it has the charm of a doggerel, but it is also very real, so real that you can see the villages in the south of the Yangtze River slowly unfolding before your eyes.
Another picture is of Xin Jiaxuan's thatched eaves with small eaves and green grass on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming, but who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies, lying down at the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods.
Fang Xuanling, who already knew that he was going back to Chang'an with Li Shimin, stood beside Li Yuanying and was in a daze: Should he ask to stay in Yangzhou? Woolen cloth? Woolen cloth? Woolen cloth?
"Fu Xuanling, what are you thinking about?" Li Yuanying glanced at Fang Xuanling, who had remained silent, and asked curiously. Fang Xuanling is not a talkative person, but he is not boring either. He was unusually silent today. As a considerate and good disciple, I should pay more attention to you.
Fang Xuanling pointed under her eyes and said sadly: "Prince Teng, can I not go back to Chang'an with you? I am really afraid of those great sages."
Not only did the momentum of their arguments not slow down, but the more people argued, the more people argued. He would not have any objections even if they argued for three to five days, even for half a month. Whether it was listening to elders debating scriptures at home when they were young, debating scriptures with classmates when they were in school, or debating politics after entering the palace of Prince Qin, there was always a time to rest and recuperate before fighting again tomorrow.
During the day, we discuss politics in the political hall, and at night we have to listen to their chatter again and again. When we sleep, there is a buzzing sound in our ears. Even a tough man can't stand it.
Li Yuanying: "..."
This reason caught people off guard and almost broke his waist...
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