In the Tai Chi Hall of the Imperial Palace, Li Er, who was holding a candle to review the memorial, listened to Lao Gao's report, put down his imperial pen, frowned and asked, "Did that boy really say that?"
"My slave is guilty! You shouldn't be too clever and mess up things. Please punish me, Master!" Lao Gao kowtowed repeatedly.
"Okay, I also want you to have a good memory and don't underestimate anyone. Go down and receive twenty lashes yourself."
Li Er waved his men away, thinking of Xiao Rui's cunning appearance, he couldn't help but laugh. That kid looks young, but he actually has a lot of eyes on his head. He himself was in trouble once before, so let’s not call him a slave.
But, Xiao Rui, you dare to raise the price and ask me for three death-free gold medals? What is my golden saying? Is it a market transaction?
Empress Changsun couldn't help but laugh: "Your Majesty, you should be glad that what he asked for was a promise, not a physical object. Think about what happened to Chong'er last time. He asked for ten thousand taels of silver. How much should the thing this time be worth? If I really ask for property from you, the treasury may not have it."
Li Er laughed loudly: "Does he know that I have no money, so he avoids the truth and takes advantage of me? OK, OK! Xiao Yu gave birth to a good son. Aren't they just three promises? Give it to him, he didn't give it to Xiangcheng Did you send me a token of love? When he becomes my son-in-law, will he still have the nerve to speak?"
"By the way, his manor belongs to Yongfeng County, right? Give him the title of Yongfeng County son. At the same time, give him a marriage. Do you think he has the nerve to talk back? By the way, let Cheng Zhijie deliver the edict. I heard that Cheng Zhijie is here Under his guidance, they almost became the military think tank."
who? General Cheng is a think tank? The queen almost stopped laughing.
The next day, Cheng Zhijie went to make a treaty according to the order. But he didn't forget to bring in his personal business, and there was another person who went with him, Yuchi Gong, who was known as the double black man of the Tang Dynasty.
"Lao Cheng, you agreed to take me to eat delicious food and drink fine wine together. Why did His Majesty send you to announce the decree? Why did you drag me along?"
Along the way, Yu Chigong kept asking questions, and Old Devil Cheng said impatiently: "Are you going, are you going? If you don't go, go back now, don't regret it! You asked me eight times about this matter. Are they as broken as old ladies?"
"You, you said, old lady... Come on, let's see each other now. Whoever loses, who is the old lady!" Yu Chigong quit, and started to fight.
Cheng Yaojin ignored him and continued on his way with the convoy.
I... made such a fuss, Yuchi Jingde returned to the convoy sullenly, and fell behind without saying a word. He said to himself, if you play tricks on me today, I will fight you again when I get back.
In the courtyard of Xiaojiazhuang, Xiao Rui looked at his father who was practicing Wuqinxi with confusion, "Dad, didn't you get the edict and go back to serve as Minister Zuopushe? Absenteeism will be impeached."
Xiao Yu kept on punching and said in a calm tone: "My father's most important job now is to persuade you to donate the recipe for making salt. What other official duties are there in the court that are more important than making everyone in the world eat salt?" Of?"
Xiao Rui was speechless: "You are helping the emperor deal with me. Are you my biological father?"
"Bastard!" Xiao Yu blurted out a curse, and at this moment, his performance went awry and he reached his waist.
Xiao Rui hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Look, at the critical moment, it has to be my son, right? I will ask the emperor for a few conditions. They are not too extraordinary and will not harm the people's livelihood. If he doesn't Agree, then he has no people in his heart. Such a king is not a benevolent king, so you should resign as soon as possible."
You...you...you are a traitor!
"Okay, dad, you call me a treacherous child eight hundred times a day. I haven't even raised my cousin yet, otherwise I will be called a treacherous child. Those who don't know, may think I am so unfilial."
After hearing this, Mrs. Xiao in the room couldn't help but smile and said: "Da Lang, you are going to make your father angry sooner or later with your mouth. Compared with other people's children, you are indeed unfilial."
Xiao Rui disagreed, and while giving his father a massage, he defended himself: "I despise the most submissive people who just follow what their parents say. I believe that human progress begins when the next generation is disobedient." . Just imagine, if in this world, sons have always inherited their father's inheritance, and sons have followed their father's orders, then how could we be the Tang Dynasty now? It should still be the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, or the Western Zhou Dynasty."
"Wrong theories... all wrong theories! I regret that I let you travel for a few years and learn all these wrong theories. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go back to Chang'an and invite the best gentleman to come over and teach you the truth." Xiao Yu Seems to be aware of the problem.
Xiao Rui smiled: "Which master in Chang'an City dares to teach me? Aren't you afraid that I will make others angry? It's best to hire someone younger. By the way, I don't want anyone who is not as good as me in learning. Second brother, go to the study, Bring me a piece of writing that I used to practice my calligraphy."
"Okay, big brother, which one?" Xue Li asked.
"Any one."
Xue Li turned around and went to the study room and picked his favorite one.
Xiao Rui was still boasting proudly: "Dad, I have a poem here. You can take it and post it on the door of our house. If anyone in Chang'an City can write a poem that surpasses mine, I would be willing to worship him as my teacher. Otherwise If so, haha, they are not worthy of being my master."
"What a shameless statement! I can find anyone in Chang'an City who can teach you enough. Kong Yingda and Yan from the Imperial College..."
"Brother, what do you think of this song, Xia Ke Xing? This is my favorite. The calligraphy is good and the poetry is even better!" Xue Li ran out with a piece of rice paper for practicing calligraphy.
The moment he saw the copybook, Xiao Yu was stunned. What font is this? There are sharp edges in all directions, as if a sharp golden aura is coming towards you, dazzling! It's unbearable to look at.
"Father, the word eldest brother was specially created to accompany this poem. The most precious thing is this poem. It is said that eldest brother can incorporate martial arts into poems. Unfortunately, my qualifications are limited and I can only see the chivalrous spirit in it. I can't read martial arts." Xue Li explained with admiration.
"What? Second brother, are you talking about depth? There is martial arts in this poem? It must be very profound. Can I learn it?" Xiao Yue, the youngest, was full of curiosity.
Xiao Rui held down the stupid brother's head: "Go and play, I have already checked your bones. You are not suitable for martial arts. You are just fine for writing."
Reluctant to look at this knight-errant scroll, Xiao Rui sighed: "This is a piece I got by chance when I was itchy after drinking. It is a rare work that combines spirit, energy and spirit. It would be difficult to write it again. I didn't expect you. You are so generous. If you post this, won't you be afraid of someone stealing it?"
"Ah? Then I'll change it!" Xue Li quickly put it away.
"No, since I took it out, it's fate. Besides, I don't believe it. Who else in the world dares to steal things from the Duke of Song Dynasty? Dad, what do you think of this poem? Can you comment on it?"
"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming..." Xiao Yu read out sentence by sentence. As he read it, he got up from the bed unconsciously. His voice became louder and louder, spreading throughout the yard. A heroic spirit came from the mouth of a civil servant.
When Datang Shuanghei walked to the gate, he listened to the poem and froze his feet at the same time. They, who were not familiar with poetry, seemed to be in a trance at this moment.
