The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Yaojin raised his broom eyebrows and murmured beside Fang Xuanling for a while.

Fang Xuanling's brows suddenly picked up, and she looked at Cheng Yaojin in astonishment. "What you mean..."

"Hehehe, this is not the inspiration for my Majesty the Emperor to tease my youngest boy and bring me to Lao Cheng. What kind of old house?"

"No no no, brother Zhijie, do it like this, if there is something..."

Fang Shen stayed quietly outside the study room, staring blankly at the three-thirty General Cheng from Wu Da University, who was muttering with his gentle and easygoing master.

Since the second son of Dalai left Chang'an, the master was concerned about the affairs of the Han and Tang firms, and had to personally deal with this group of court officials.

It's too hard for the master to say, but the master is not going to work, and the overly introverted person like the old man can't communicate with those martial arts ministers at all.

When the interests of Lao Fang's family are damaged, then who should I go to to make sense?

Although the master is very unwilling to deal with a bunch of vulgar martial arts, but for the future of the old house, he can only harden his scalp.

Hey... I don't know how the second son is doing in Luzhou now.

Alas, after going there for a few years, I can't help but start to miss the lively scene of the second son in the mansion.

Although at that time, Master Jinghai picked up a big stick and beat the second son, he was screaming, but at any rate, the whole family was very energetic.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, Fang Shen hurriedly avoided stepping aside, and saw the master and General Cheng leave in succession.

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Li Shimin walked to the door of Ganlu Hall, and after seeing Cheng Yaojin and Fang Xuanling bid farewell, he couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows with a headache.

After exhaling a suffocating breath, he turned around and entered the hall, and saw the grandson empress who had been staying inside, moving in.

Li Shimin smiled at Empress Changsun, and sat down on the edge of the couch with his **** tilted and raised his teacup to moisturize his throat, quite sorrowful and authentic.

"Kuanyin maidservant, those three little rascals, it's just a problem for me..."

Empress Changsun sat beside him, poured out the cold remaining tea in the teacup, and poured tea to her husband again.

Looking at the husband who was close to her brows, Empress Changsun nodded with approval.

"What the husband said is quite true. After all, this is about the reputation of the husband. If your majesty agrees, I am afraid that the court will not know how many more criticisms will be made."

"Yes, but Fang Qing and Cheng Qing's concerns are justified to me.

That group of people, now they have heard about the success of the Han and Tang firm in planting pepper, they have already begun to move around. "

"Before, someone asked the Ministry of Industry to promote cotton planting in Guanzhong. They were rejected by me on the grounds that Guanzhong lacked food and were not allowed to change crops without authorization..."

Speaking of this, Li Shimin stroked his brows quite painfully. None of these guys are fuel-efficient lamps.

Many things, various means, both overtly and secretly, are really a headache.

It's just like when I wrote "The Clan History", but it made him feel uncomfortable.

In the end, he simply lifted the table and took action personally. This overturned the original "Clan Chronicles" and severely beat the gang of family members.

But the problem is that the imperial court is opposed to these aristocratic families who are only dedicated to the family's profit and power, and on the one hand, it has to rely on them to rule the world.

Because they almost represented most of the scholars' circle, and the Jane Ba of the poor scholars was like a drop in the bucket for today's imperial court.

"My husband has worked hard, this matter is not the end, it's better to look at it first."

Empress Changsun nodded with deep conviction, she also had nothing to do.

Li Shimin nodded, agreeing with the authenticity.

"Well, what the maidservant Guanyin said is very true. Now, let's take a look first, I naturally want to stand on the side of Han and Tang Commercial Banks."

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Deep in the east palace, the prince Li Chengqian put aside the letter from Brother Chu Bi to him, stood up, and paced slowly in the house.

This is really a big problem, and it's not impossible to persuade the emperor by yourself.

Without sufficient reason, I can only rely on Brother Chu Bi's inference and prospects to do so. If I want to come, I can't persuade the emperor.

Thinking about this, Li Chengqian stopped, looked at the steaming iron stove not far away, and whispered in a channel.

"Brother Chubi, you put the little brother here in Chang'an and created such a problem for me. It's really..."

Ning Zhong on the side heard the grievances of the prince, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Li Chengqian's head tilted, and he was optimistic about Ning Zhong, and asked casually. "Ning Zhong, UU reading www.uukanshu.com In your opinion, what should I do?"

Ning Zhong quickly bowed to Li Chengqian respectfully.

"The slave and maid thought that it's better not to blend in with this matter..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Zhong saw His Royal Highness's face sinking, and his heart jumped and hurriedly said.

"Cheng Changshi has also said, but I hope that your Highness can think of ways to help and give suggestions, rather than asking your Highness to persuade your Majesty."

Hearing this, Li Chengqian's face turned softer, and he continued to walk slowly with his hands.

"Even though Brother Chubi said so, I can't do nothing without thinking of a way or giving advice. Doesn't it seem that my prince is too incompetent?"

"Hey... it's just this matter, Yu Qing is not suitable for mixing, otherwise you can ask him for advice..."

"..." Ning Zhong rolled his eyes helplessly. Unexpectedly, that guy had already left Chang'an for so long.

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However, the attitude of His Royal Highness toward him was the same as before, and he could not even tolerate his confidant and loyal servant to say something unfavorable to Cheng Saburo's vulgar military man.

Didn’t it mean that from time to time he sent some local specialties from Luzhou to His Royal Highness?

Isn't it just writing some postcards to His Royal Highness from time to time?

I can too, Ning Zhong vomited dejectedly while maintaining a respectful attitude.

At this moment, Li Chengqian stepped aside and looked at the bamboo wine rack in a corner of the house, desperately thinking.

It was also brought by Brother Chubi, a large wine rack woven from bamboo, with several floors.

On the uppermost room are a dazzling array of beautiful white porcelain wine bottles.

A beautiful white porcelain slender-necked long bottle was just sent over, with three positive characters on it, which is my own book ***xianzui.