Chapter 2253 Cheng Sanlang, the old man squatted in front of you, where are you looking?
Chapter 2253 Cheng Sanlang, I am squatting in front of you, where are you looking? (Please subscribe and vote)
At most, it's just what Cheng Sanlang just said about shutting up, spreading your legs, low salt, less oil, less sugar, etc.
The stone in Queen Changsun's heart finally fell back into her stomach, and she took Li Mingda to prepare to greet the Supreme Emperor, leaving some space for the son-in-law.
Li Shimin looked through the dizzying list of various articles of association written by Cheng Sanlang, and raised his eyes to look at Cheng Sanlang who was about to speak.
Suddenly the door curtain was opened again, and Li Mingda was seen walking quickly.
"My daughter met her father, and her mother said that she should keep these and not drop them."
"...Is it possible that Father Fang is still missing?"
Li Shimin couldn't help but complained in a low voice, but he still handed it to his selfless and charming daughter.
Seeing Li Shimin staring at him with a resentful expression, Cheng Chubi wiped his face helplessly and said.
"My father-in-law, the things my brother-in-law wrote down are really only good for your body, not harmful."
"Okay... I thank you for your kindness. Let's talk about some serious things. Do you still remember the things you briefly mentioned to Ke'er yesterday?"
While he was talking, out of the corner of his eye, Cheng Chubi saw a man dressed very seriously, oh no, it was a man, wearing a very formal official uniform.
Sitting not far away, holding a pen in his hand, this scene made Cheng Chubi instantly feel very familiar. He seemed to remember that it had been a long time since the last time someone recorded the answers between the emperor and his ministers.
After all, His Majesty often makes inappropriate jokes with a junior like himself, or uses a big stick to drive an honest and loyal junior like himself into chaos in the palace.
My father-in-law, who doesn't care about martial ethics and likes to pretend to be a sage king, would not be happy to record such a dark history.
This is why many interesting exchanges between himself and His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty were not written on paper.
This has to be said to be a pity. It is a pity that although I have enough brain power, it is of no use even if I write down everything by myself?
What else can I do except write it down in the diary? And I have to wait for this An Ran to rest in peace. When everyone starts burning paper, I am afraid that the diary will not be made public.
After all, I have a good relationship with Li Chengqian and Li Xiang, so I feel embarrassed to show off the dark history of their elders.
"Cheng Sanlang, I am squatting in front of you, where are you looking?"
Cheng Chubi, who was so inspired by his thoughts, quickly turned his head and grinned at his father-in-law with a gloomy expression.
"What the father-in-law wants to say is that the son-in-law mentioned that the people should share the land and the government and the people should pay for it together?"
"Actually, this needs no explanation at all, it's very simple... Well, my son-in-law also thinks that we should analyze it in depth.
Explore the benefits that the government and the people can bring to the court by working together with the government and the people..."
Cheng Chubi thought it was quite literal and easy to understand, but when he saw his father-in-law's unhappy expression and bulging eyes.
What else can you say? Just say it if you want to hear it. It’s better to talk more and talk about things like watering down.
For Cheng Sanlang, who has been on forums, worked on Weibo, and played various year-end summaries, this is not a problem at all.
As a top student with high historical scores, Cheng Chubi still has a certain say in various political changes in Chinese history.
And when he showed off the things that later generations of scholars and experts had tinkered with.
When it fell into the ears of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who had no moral ethics, he felt deeply, and even gave people a sense of sudden enlightenment and joy.
He was looking at the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who was listening intently in front of him, but his cheeks turned red with excitement, and his ears were at least one or two shades more red than his cheeks.
Cheng Chubi was really worried that his father-in-law, who had just suffered from high blood pressure, would be overjoyed on the spot.
I couldn't help but subconsciously touch the set of silver needles I had asked for from the eunuch. Well, of course I forgot to return them.
If something unexpected happened to Li Shimin, he could use this set of silver needles made by the Imperial Court of the Tang Dynasty to save the emperor.
As the saying goes, take it from the people and use it for the people, it definitely rhymes and is reasonable. After all, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was named Li Shimin.
Li Shimin stood up, started to put his hands on his back, and walked slowly in the hall, as if he was digesting Cheng Sanlang's words and thinking deeply about the pros and cons of these policies.
Cheng Chubi sat there boredly, watching his father-in-law walking around the hall in a blabbering manner, mumbling something like a man possessed.
Cheng Chubi simply got up quietly and wandered over to the man who had previously been immersed in writing, but was now sipping tea and flexing his wrists, as if he was preparing to do it again.
The living man saw Cheng Sanlang, a young favorite who was very favored by His Majesty, approaching.
He could only give the other party a perfunctory nod and continue doing whatever he was supposed to do. After all, he was a civil servant and was not in the same class as this martial arts disciple.
Even if this guy breaks into the ranks of civil servants, no matter how awesome his poetry talent is.
But within the civil service system, everyone thinks that this guy is an enemy agent, a gang of vulgar warriors specially placed as spies in the civil service group.
Well, that's probably the meaning anyway. Even though this living man came from a poor family, he felt the same way under the subtle influence of his colleagues around him.
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"Did you write this place wrong?"
Cheng Chubi sat down and stood side by side with the sitting man at the table, and even made a point of nudging his shoulder to the sitting man on one side.
He almost knocked the thin man to the floor.
The layman controlled his balance with a dark face, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the table.
Then I saw the blank space under the sentence that Cheng Sanlang was poking with his finger.
"???" Qi Julang looked at the blank space with a confused expression and then glanced at Cheng Sanlang.
"Look here, His Majesty just said: Cheng Sanlang, I am squatting in front of you, where are you looking?"
"As a result, you didn't write it down here. How could you be so unfocused on your work? Believe it or not, I will tell His Majesty to give you a negative review."
Seeing Cheng Sanlang's expression of grief and hatred, the living man's whole body was about to burst.
"Cheng! Lao! Three!" He was too late to say it, but soon enough, he heard a low roar like a thunderbolt from the blue.
Since Cheng Chubi and Qi Julang were side by side, they both turned their heads subconsciously and saw the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty standing not far away, with black lines on his face and smoke coming from his orifices.
As a daily caretaker who can serve as a daily caretaker, who is not a person with a quick mind and quick reactions.
The living man immediately turned his neck and his entire body in a direction to salute the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, please punish me for not protecting the "Living Notes" carefully."
Cheng Chubi glanced at his father-in-law's eyes that were completely focused on him, and then at the living man next to him who was prostrate and begging for mercy.
After thinking for a while, he nodded cautiously and smiled to please.