Chapter 2219 That old man Liang Liang was as thin as a piece of wood,
Chapter 2219...that old man Zhang Liang is as skinny as a piece of wood, how can he be our father's opponent?
As soon as Li Shimin heard about the East Palace, he thought of the old days when the embroidery envoys often secretly sent secret reports.
This boy often drags His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Prince Zhan Shi, Yu Zhining, to play cards together.
Li Shimin couldn't help but wipe his face if he really wanted him to stay with His Highness the Crown Prince for a few years. He couldn't let this idle and indolent little bastard continue to influence the future heir of the Tang Dynasty.
"Fang Qing, I think something is inappropriate. It's not that you don't know that this kid can easily influence the people around him."
"This boy has a close friendship with the prince, and he is very eloquent. I am a little worried that he has led the prince astray..."
"..." Seeing His Majesty's reaction, Fang Xuanling thought of the time when that boy Cheng Chubi stayed in the East Palace.
All kinds of gossip and anecdotes leaked out from the fence-like East Palace. Think about that boy jumping up and down in the East Palace, which made everyone hate him.
Fang Xuanling couldn't help but wipe her face. This boy was indeed a typical Cheng family member just like his father.
But the problem is that Fang Xuanling's purpose is not to send Cheng Sanlang to the East Palace to trick a bunch of East Palace officials.
"Actually, I think there is no need to have such concerns at the moment. Your Majesty still remembers that the Prince of the East Palace has a shortage of horses, and many officials have done so before..."
Fang Xuanling lowered her voice and whispered into Li Shimin's ear.
Li Shimin stroked his long beard, nodding frequently while thinking about it, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Fang Aiqing is indeed the best at making suggestions. This operation is only what he can think of with his scheming skills.
"Okay, okay, tomorrow, just as Fang Aiqing said, let's do this..."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty." Fang Xuanling saluted Li Shimin, feeling proud in his heart. Although he was getting older, his brain was still as active as before.
It's a pity that his best friend, Du Ruhui, whom he also called Fang Mou Du Duan, passed away too early. Otherwise, he would have been able to relax more with him.
After sending Fang Xuanling out of Wencheng Palace, Li Shimin stood in the cool breeze. For some reason, he felt dizzy in his head.
Seeing that His Majesty was shaking a little, Zhao Kun's expression changed greatly and he hurriedly supported him.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. Maybe I've been busy with official duties these past few days and stayed up too late. I'll just take a rest..."
Li Shimin waved his hands, then put his hands up and walked slowly back to Wencheng Hall, continuing to deal with the mountain of government affairs.
But after watching for a long time, I started to feel a little blurry in my eyes and my forehead felt swollen and painful.
He had no choice but to put down the memorial in his hand and lie down on the couch to rest.
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Fang Xuanling stepped into the house, and after taking only a few steps, she heard the wanton and cheerful laughter of the lady.
It was also mixed with the excited calls of Sanlang's little baby and the voice of his daughter-in-law, Princess Gaoyang, from time to time.
This made Fang Xuanling couldn't help but think of the calligraphy he wrote in his own handwriting and hung in the study to encourage himself: Poems and books passed down from generation to generation.
As a result, his own son immediately gave up his studies and became a martial artist, and his career as a martial artist became more and more enjoyable.
The idea that his own sons could inherit his excellent reading genes and become role models for civil servants is already on the verge of being shattered.
The eldest is obsessed with studying knowledge and can only be said to be capable of doing his job, while the second eldest has now become a military minister.
"Second brother, I will be like you in the future, becoming a general who fights on the battlefield, kills generals and captures flags, and makes contributions to the country."
"This little bastard..." After hearing Saburo's loud determination, Fang Daxiang's mind changed, and he subconsciously started to pick up his clothes and sleeves, looking for a big stick.
"Sanlang, please don't mess around, or you'll make your father angry and whip you."
"We, the Fang family, have always had poems and books passed down from family to family. Your second brother is what he is today, not only because of his extraordinary bravery, but also because he studied hard when he was young."
"Yes, yes... Third brother, even if you want to be a general, you can't even know astronomy, geography, and military strategies."
"So, you must listen to dad and study more so that you can achieve something."
"Oh...Okay, then, I'll go study now."
The Prime Minister of Fang saw the third child jumping out of the front hall and running towards the study room in a hurry. He didn't even notice that he had picked up a small branch as thick as a finger in his hand.
Dear father.
Fang Shen, who had a strange expression on the side, saw the old man who was extremely angry just a moment ago and dropped the small wooden stick in his hand.
Stroking his long beard, he smiled broadly and murmured in a low voice, "I have finally grown up and become sensible..."
Although I don’t know whether the master is praising the second young master or the third young master, it is a good thing that the master can turn the clouds around.
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Mrs. Cui was in the study room in the backyard, looking at ancient musical notations, and at the same time, she changed those ancient musical notations into simplified musical notations invented by her family, Sanlang, and copied them on the white paper.
On the side, Li Mingda and Wu Meiniang were sorting out the copied papers.
At this moment, I heard the sound of footsteps heading this way.
After a short while, the door curtain of the study room was opened, revealing General Cheng's bushy-bearded, angry face.
Just when he saw several people in the room stand up and salute, General Cheng smiled as if he had become a different person.
"Okay, okay, we are all a family. Don't do these false etiquettes and sit down properly. Madam, are you copying these scores again?"
"I have nothing to do, and I am thinking that we Sanlang have all come up with this simple musical notation that is easy to remember and learn.
There are also a lot of ancient music scores in the collection of books at home, and I was thinking about them and came up with a set of simple musical notations."
"That's it..." Cheng Yaojin nodded suddenly.
"By the way, husband, why did you come back so early today? Didn't you say you were on duty today, and you might not be able to return home until dusk?"
Looking at this lady Cui, who is so beautiful and bookish that she can suffocate even rough gentlemen.
General Cheng quickly laughed, stroking his long beard and said, "I don't think about it for my husband. It took a lot of effort for Sanlang to come back.
As a father, I may not have had a good relationship with Saburo for a long time."
Having said this, General Cheng couldn't help but sigh. "I just want to have a good rest these days. I can spend time with my children and my wife."
"..." Mrs. Cui looked at her husband with some suspicion. Although her husband's expression and tone were so sincere, she still felt that something was wrong.
"Husband, are you asking for leave from His Majesty?"
"Well... that's right. Come on, come on, don't talk about this, I'll help you as a husband..."
Li Mingda and Wu Meiniang, two smart women, also felt that something was not right with their father-in-law today.
At this moment, the sound of laughter and laughter came from outside, and Li Mingda heard the loud voice of what must have been her husband's twin brother.
"...that old man Zhang Liang is as skinny as a piece of wood, how can he be our father's opponent?"
"!!!"
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