The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

"It's so delicious, Father, where does this food come from?" Princess Changle looked at Li Shimin expectantly.

The snacks on the jade plate made Princess Changle extremely excited.

She was now afraid that if she took one more bite, there would be nothing left.

Then I couldn't help but ask, wanting to know where such a delicious thing came from.

"Azhi, have you forgotten how your mother taught you?" Queen Changsun was a little unhappy.

Just as he was about to lecture Princess Changle, he was interrupted by Li Shimin waving his hand.

"This thing is called cream cake. My father found it from a tavern in Pingkangfang, Chang'an City."

"If you are interested, when I go with your mother in two days, you can go with me!" Li Shimin said.

Queen Changsun on the side looked at Li Shimin strangely.

It's fine for the two of us to go there, but it would be a little strange to take Li Lizhi with us.

"The tavern manager is about the same age as your royal brother. I think it will be easier for you two to communicate than it is for us."

Li Shimin's next sentence made Empress Changsun react suddenly.

What does it mean to communicate more easily?

Isn't it clear that he wants to push Changle towards the shopkeeper?

Two years ago, Li Shimin privately promised to marry Changle to Changsun Chong, the eldest son of her eldest grandson's family.

Just because of some reasons, there was no news until the ninth year of Zhenguan.

Empress Changsun liked her nephew very much and even kissed her, which made her very concerned about this matter.

She thought that in a few days, she would mention this matter to Li Shimin again, hoping that she could also promote a marriage.

Unexpectedly, Li Shimin seems to have ulterior motives now.

When Queen Changsun wanted to speak, she saw Li Shimin shaking his head at her, but he also told her not to worry too much.

Empress Changsun was a little confused and full of words, but she kept them in her heart.

"Azhi, take all the remaining cream cakes back to the palace. On the day of departure, I will ask someone to call you."

Li Shimin said with a smile.

"My dear, please retire!" Li Lizhi said happily.

Queen Changsun frowned as she skipped away from the Li Zheng Hall.

"Your Majesty, the person you are talking about..."

"Your Majesty, the medicine prescribed by Divine Doctor Sun has been cooked and is ready to be taken!" Queen Changsun was just trying to find out more about Zhao Chen from Li Shimin when she saw a group of palace maids walking into the Li Zheng Palace holding the medicine.

Queen Changsun has been suffering from Qi disease for more than ten years.

Li Shimin also knew that this was the root cause of the disease caused by the hard work that had been with him for many years.

Li Shimin has always felt guilty about his treatment of Queen Changsun.

"Send it here!" Li Shimin said.

But she had already helped Empress Changsun to sit down on the cushions.

"Mr. Guanyin, this is a prescription left by Divine Doctor Sun. It can cure qi diseases. Although the medicine is bitter, it is good for the disease!"

"Please be patient for a little while, I will stay with you in the palace today." Li Shimin consoled him.

A relaxed smile appeared on Queen Changsun's face.

She knows her body's condition better than anyone else.

Sun Simiao once told her that this medicine only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and can only reduce the pain caused by Qi diseases.

But in order not to worry Li Shimin and others, Queen Changsun never told anyone.

"Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, and I am in good health. There is no need to waste time here!" Empress Changsun said with a smile.

The decoction is slightly hot, and after one gulp, the mouth is full of bitterness.

Empress Changsun showed no bitterness on her face, and still looked at Li Shimin with a smile on her face.

…

In the Wangyou Tavern, Zhao Chen looked at the bowl of pale green soup in front of him with disgust on his face.

The whole yard is filled with the pungent and bitter taste unique to Chinese medicine.

"Uncle Fu, I think I'm fine!" Zhao Chen looked up at Uncle Fu, who was standing aside to supervise his drinking of medicine, and said with a grimace.

If he eats a bowl of it every day, he will be cured of illness even if he is not sick.

Zhao Chen came to Datang for a year and drank a bowl of this every day.

Now that he saw this medicine, he felt nauseated.

"Sir, this is not okay!"

"The doctor we are looking for this time is the most famous Doctor Xue in Chang'an City. He is a good friend of Doctor Sun, and his medical skills are well-known to all."

"Young Master's complexion is much better recently than before, which shows that Divine Doctor Xue's methods are good."

Uncle Fu stood aside and began to persuade him earnestly.

Zhao Chen was born with a hidden disease, but his parents were heartbroken.

Uncle Fu has watched Zhao Chen grow up and already regards Zhao Chen as everything to him.

It was definitely impossible to watch Zhao Chen die from Qi disease.

So even Uncle Fu, who usually never opposed Zhao Chen, had a serious face at this moment.

Zhao Chen curled his lips. He didn't think that the medicine prescribed to him by the so-called Divine Doctor Xue really worked.

If the so-called Doctor Xue was so capable, then how could Sun Simiao not be able to cure Empress Changsun's asthma?

Zhao Chen heard from Uncle Fu that the notice posted in the downtown area of ​​Chang'an City to seek medical advice for Queen Changsun is still there.

The improvement in my mood these days must be due to my unremitting exercise.

Uncle Fu was watching with eager eyes, motionless, just looking at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen's idea of ​​secretly pouring out the medicine was shattered in an instant.

Holding his nose and closing his eyes, Zhao Chen's heart skipped a beat, his neck tilted up, and the soup in the bowl gurgled down his throat.

"Ahem——"

Full of bitterness, I almost gave up

Zhao Chen coughed up all the gall.

"Sir, a guest is here. I'll go and receive it. You can rest here!" A voice suddenly came from the tavern outside.

Uncle Fu realized that a guest was coming and Zhao Chen had finished drinking the decoction, so he spoke to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

…

In the Wangyou Tavern, Li Shimin came together with Queen Changsun and Princess Li Lizhi of Changle today.

The three of them were dressed like wealthy businessmen and family members. They only had an aura of nobility from the inside out, but they couldn't hide it.

When I walked into the tavern, just like last time, there was no one in the tavern.

It was noon at this time, so Li Shimin shouted, "Brother Zhao, so-and-so is here again today. Is he in the tavern?"

After saying that, Li Shimin walked straight to the backyard of the tavern.

Queen Changsun and Princess Changle were hanging out in the tavern.

The bistro is very clean and the tables and chairs are arranged very carefully.

"Mother...Mother, come and see!" Li Lizhi suddenly pulled Queen Changsun towards the counter of the tavern.

Empress Changsun let Li Lizhi pull her, and within two steps, she saw a pair of words framed on the wall behind the counter.

"Walking to a waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise."

The writing is extremely beautiful.

The handwriting of the words Li Shimin left in her palace was indeed written by the same person.

Just these two sentences made Empress Changsun's beautiful eyes flash.

She knew from Li Shimin that the owner of the tavern was just a young man who was not as good as a weakling.

But these two sentences in front of me are clearly a calm state of mind that can only be achieved after going through the vicissitudes of the world.

Never heard of this sentence before.

Could it be that how could a mere boy in a tavern come up with such words?

At this moment, Empress Changsun couldn't help but look forward to what the strange man Li Shimin mentioned looked like.