Hearing this, Li Chengfeng couldn't help but patted his forehead heavily.

Oh, I knew, this girl is my sister again?

Lao Li, Lao Li, how can you give birth so well? After giving birth to a Princess Changle, why is there a Princess Jinyang?

Didn't expect that I was almost going to **** my sister?

Terrible.

Li Mingda saw Li Chengfeng's uncomfortable appearance, so she smiled cheerfully: "Haha, how about it, you know you are afraid? Hmph, who made you bully me before! But I can forgive you!"

"First, you have to give me this painting! Second, you have to come here every day in the future and ask me to play the zither, how about it?"

"It's all right, if you have a showdown, then I will also have a showdown, okay?"

Li Chengfeng looked at Li Mingda helplessly, and said, "You are my sister, Princess Jinyang!"

"What? Little thief, how dare you talk nonsense? Why didn't I know that I have a brother like you?" Li Mingda frowned tightly.

Li Chengfeng continued: "Okay, then I will show my cards, I will stop pretending, I am Li Chengfeng, the Eighth Prince of the Great Tang Prodigy! Now live in the Prince Zhen's Mansion!"

"Look, my father is the emperor, and your father is also the emperor! Why are we not siblings, or what?"

A look of helplessness crossed Li Chengfeng's face.

Li Mingda was still relentless, and said: "Impossible, my little brother Feng'er, wouldn't be as boring as you! Secretly draw someone else's portrait?"

"Although I haven't met Brother Feng'er, I have heard about his legend a long time ago. He is the number one child prodigy in the world, the Eighth Prince. How could it be you?"

Li Mingda doesn't believe that Li Chengfeng is the Eighth Prince.

She thought this was an excuse for Li Chengfeng to escape from here.

But in fact, Li Mingda just wanted to talk more with Li Chengfeng.

Then, Li Chengfeng simply took off the purple jade pendant around his neck, and said, "Sister Mingda, believe it or not, this jade pendant is the amulet given to me by Grandma Empress Dou just now! Look, grandma doesn't even have such a precious gift! I gave it to me, and you still say that I am not the eighth prince? Sister?"

"What? This, really, is grandma's jade pendant? This..."

"Ding, surprise from Li Mingda, naughty value +99!"

Li Mingda opened his eyes wide, looking at the scene in front of him in surprise.

She really couldn't believe that this naughty-looking brat in front of her was actually her own brother?

"No way? Could it be that you are really the Eighth Prince of Tang Dynasty? My own brother, Li Chengfeng?"

"Yes sister, I won't lie to you!"

"Hmph, then you still bully me?"

Li Mingda immediately puffed up his cheeks, pretending to be angry.

She thought, this is the brat of the minister's family, so she can teach her well? But if it's her own brother Li Chengfeng, it's too late to love him? How could Li Mingda be willing to teach him a lesson?

"I'm sorry, sister, I didn't recognize you just now, so I drew a portrait of you, but to express my apology, I'll give you the painting, okay?" Li Chengfeng laughed.

Li Mingda nodded and said: "Okay, who told you to be my younger brother! I never expected that we would meet in this way! Originally, I wanted to go to the Prince Zhen's Mansion to meet you, but that day It just so happens that you're not here, plus, I haven't been able to visit you because of my health, so don't take it to heart, Brother Feng'er!"

"It's okay, sister, just come to Zhenwang's mansion often to play in the future, and I will entertain you!"

"Um!"

Li Mingda nodded, then sighed again.

Because her physical condition is getting worse.

Even though it's the dog days and the weather is terribly hot, at night, Li Mingda always has a kind of coldness in his body, and the pain bites her bones, making her toss and turn and unable to sleep.

The next day, I had to rest for a long time to recover.

Because today's weather is not bad, Li Mingda came out to play the piano, unexpectedly, he met his own brother, Li Chengfeng!

"Brother Feng'er, my sister just listened to your guzheng, can you teach my sister to play the guzheng and sing in the future?"

Li Mingda asked curiously.

She was indeed stunned by Li Chengfeng's musical talent.

That kind of melody, that kind of lyrics, she has never heard before.

Li Chengfeng touched his little nose, and said: "Okay, as long as sister Mingda likes it, I welcome you to visit the King's Mansion at any time! I also like music very much, we can discuss it together!"

"Oh really? That's really, really good!"

In Li Mingda's eyes, a faint light flashed again.

And Li Chengfeng, taking advantage of this, began to check the characters in the whole volume of "Biography of Great Tang Characters" in the system.

After reading the moment of Li Mingda, Li Chengfeng was shocked by the introduction above.

Because it says so: Jinyang Princess Li Mingda, the daughter of Li Shimin and Changsun Wugou! The end of the age of 12!

Princess Jinyang is the most beloved daughter of Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.

Both literary and artistic, with Feibai calligraphy in one hand, he can imitate Li Shimin's handwriting so vividly that no one else can see it.

Playing the guzheng with one hand can attract the birds in the sky to watch.

But unfortunately, heaven is jealous of talents. Li Mingda suffered from congenital body cold since childhood.

In the winter when Li Mingda was 12 years old, she still did not survive her injuries and died in pain.

Li Shimin was sad for several years because of this, and he couldn't even get out of his grief.

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When he saw this ~lightnovelpub.net~ Li Chengfeng was completely dumbfounded.

It turns out that there really was a Jinyang princess named Li Mingda in history, and she is still Li Shimin's favorite daughter of yours?

But, how could her age stop at 12 years old?

In other words, Li Mingda in history would die at the age of 12?

Li Chengfeng suddenly frowned tightly.

Li Mingda asked suspiciously: "What's the matter, Feng'er, what's on your mind? Why do you seem to be in a daze?"

Li Chengfeng shook his head slightly, and said, "Sister Mingda, how old are you this year?"

"I'm 12 years old? What's the matter? Humph, brat, don't try to get my attention, I'm your older sister!"

"Twelve years old? Twelve years old?"

Li Chengfeng muttered to himself.

In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, Li Mingda will die this winter?

No way?

Li Chengfeng couldn't help feeling a little worried.

This is a condition of congenital body cold, can it be cured? It seems that such a condition was indeed recorded in Shennong's classics.

But it's a terminal illness, there's no cure, right?

Could it be that Li Mingda really died in the winter when he was 12 years old?

Thinking of this, Li Chengfeng suddenly felt empty inside.