At most, it's Cheng Sanlang's jabbering just now, shut up your mouth, open your legs, low salt, less oil, less sugar, etc.

And the stone in Empress Changsun's heart finally fell back into her stomach, and she took Li Mingda to pay her respects to the Supreme Emperor, leaving space for the son-in-law.

Li Shimin flipped through the dizzying catalogs of regulations written by Cheng Sanlang, raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Sanlang who was about to speak.

Suddenly the door curtain was lifted again, and Li Mingda was seen walking quickly.

"My daughter met her father, and her mother said that she must keep these things away, and she must not lose them."

"...Is it possible that Fang Dad can still disappear?"

Li Shimin couldn't help complaining in a low voice, but he still honestly handed it to his stern-faced, selfless, sweet-smiling daughter.

Seeing Li Shimin glaring at him with resentment, Cheng Chubi helplessly wiped his face and said.

"My father-in-law, the things written by my son-in-law are really good for your health, not bad."

"Okay... I thank you for your kindness, old man, let's talk about something serious. Do you still have an impression of what you briefly mentioned to Ke'er yesterday?"

While speaking, out of the corner of Cheng Chubi's eyes, he saw a very formally dressed, oh no, it was a man, wearing a very formal official uniform.

Sitting not far away, with a pen in his hand, Cheng Chubi instantly felt familiar with this scene, remembering that it seemed a long time ago that someone recorded the conversation between the monarch and his ministers.

After all, His Majesty would make inappropriate jokes with his junior at every turn, or use a big stick to drive this honest and loyal junior around the palace.

This kind of black history, presumably the old man who doesn't talk about martial arts, but likes to pretend to be a sage king, is definitely not willing to write it down.

That's why many interesting conversations between myself and His Majesty the Tang Emperor were not written on paper.

This has to be said to be a pity, but unfortunately, even though I have enough brain power, is there any use in memorizing them all?

What else can I do but write it down in my diary? And we have to wait for this one to rest in peace. When everyone starts burning papers, even the diary will not be released to the public.

After all, the relationship with Li Chengqian and Li Xiang is too good, so I am ashamed to show off their elders' dark history.

"Cheng Sanlang, the old man is squatting in front of you, where are you looking?"

Cheng Chubi, whose thoughts were so winged, quickly turned his head and grinned at the gloomy old man.

"What the father-in-law wants to talk about is the son-in-law who mentioned that the stalls go to the mu and the government and the people pay for it together?"

"Actually, this doesn't need to be explained at all, it's very simple...Well, my son-in-law also thinks that we should analyze it in depth.

Let’s explore the benefits that can be brought to the imperial court by sharing the food from the government and the people..."

Cheng Chubi felt that the meaning was literally, and it was easy to understand, but he saw the old man's unhappy expression and bulging eyes.

What else can I say, just say what you want to hear, it is best to say more, such as irrigation.

For Cheng Sanlang, who has been in forums, Weibo, and various year-end summaries, it is not a problem at all.

As a high-achieving student with high historical achievements, Cheng Chubi still has a certain say in various political changes in Chinese history.

And when he showed off the things that the later scholars and experts had tinkered with.

If it falls into the ears of the emperor of the Tang Dynasty who doesn't talk about martial arts, he feels deeply, and even makes people feel a sense of joy.

Looking at him and listening intently, but he was so excited that his cheeks were flushed, and his ears were at least one or two shades larger than the redness of his cheeks. Originally, I thought that I could enjoy a peaceful time in Gaochang Country, but I didn't expect that after staying for less than a year, something happened.

Qu Wentai, the king of Gaochang, decided to throw a big banquet and invite him into the city for a banquet.

Another elite was dispatched, ready to eat his subordinates.

Fortunately, Ashnadur was not unprepared, and soon learned from the spies that there were a large number of soldiers and horses mobilized inside and outside the city.

When he drew his sword and killed Gao Chang's envoy who lured him into the city without hesitation,

So he led his guards to kill a **** road and rushed back to the camp, rescued the remnants who escaped from the encirclement of Gaochang soldiers, and went straight to Dongtou Tang.

The arrival of Ashnadur not only presented a map, but of course also brought a lot of information about Gaochang, the countries of the Western Regions, and the grassland Mobei.

Now, Gaochang King Qu Wentai began to harass Datang Bianzhen, which also proved the correctness of the information Ashnadur brought back from the side.

The **** Qu Wentai, the king of Gaochang, had already betrayed the Tang Dynasty and became the lackey of the Western Turks.

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Cheng Chubi, Li Ke and Fang Jun jumped off their horses and let their personal guards take down the iron stove and pottery pipes from the carriage behind them.

Of course, two full baskets of peat blocks were also unloaded from the car.

Seeing the strange gadgets unloaded by the three scourges at the gate of the palace, the generals of the imperial army guarding the gate of the palace couldn't help but look confused.

"The final general has met His Royal Highness King Wu, the process of meeting is too frequent, and the second son of Fang, I don't know what you three want to do?"

Li Ke, who has long sleeves and is good at dancing, stepped forward to salute, and said happily with a smile.

"It turned out to be General Zhao Lang. This is a new thing Cheng Taichang invented. It's called an iron stove, and it's specially used to burn peat."

"We want to present it to His Majesty, please trouble Zhao Lang to call some people for you to help take it."

It was dedicated to His Majesty again, so General Zhao Lang couldn't say anything more, so he could only brace himself and call a few soldiers, as well as wooden sticks and ropes.

Bind up those things and follow the three young dignitaries towards the palace.

When we arrived at Ganlu Hall, after inquiring about it, we found out that His Majesty had already rushed to Yanjia Hall where the sand table was located.

Just when Li Shimin was pointing at the huge sand table with Li Ji and Ashnadur.

Zhao Kun heard the muttering of the guards who came from the gate of the courtyard, and couldn't help being a little confused. He glanced at His Majesty and the two important ministers in the room~lightnovelpub.net~ After thinking about it, he still braced himself. Step inside.

Li Shimin saw Zhao Kun's hesitant look, and couldn't help showing a puzzled expression.

"Your Majesty, Cheng Taichang, His Royal Highness King Wu, and Young Master Fang are coming this way, and they are carrying many objects, which they say are dedicated to His Majesty."

"Those three guys?" Li Shimin couldn't help but look a little weird when he heard that those three scourges had something to dedicate to him again.

"Forget it, let them in."

After a while, Cheng Chubi, Li Ke and Fang Jun stepped into the house, and saluted Li Shimin and the two important officials of the Tang Dynasty respectfully.

Li Shimin stroked his long beard and looked at the three people with a half-smile, his eyes finally fell on Cheng Chubi.

"Excuse me, in this cold weather, I wonder if you have any good things you want to dedicate to this old man?"

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