As night falls, the entire Chang'an is shrouded in darkness. Due to the curfew system, except for the fireworks, the rest of the streets are dark.
After dinner, the people of Chang'an went to bed one after another. The whole city of Chang'an seemed to have begun to fall asleep together, falling into silence, but there were still some people who were still asleep.
The palace, Tai Chi Hall, was still brightly lit.
When the dynasty was first decided, there were many things that required Li Er's decision. He would review the memorials and approve them until very late basically every night. But what he is holding now is not
It is a memorial written by a court official.
"Haha, I'm not afraid of ten thousand (cloth), I'm afraid of just in case (paper). Why does this kid have so many weird things in his mind."
Li Er looked at the secret report in his hand, shook his head and laughed.
Li Zexuan certainly didn't expect that after the nibbling chicken incident, he would once again enter Li Er's field of vision.
"Haha, I didn't expect Qingque to be so talented since he was young, but he would suffer such a big loss today, but it's okay to let Qingque suffer some setbacks. Haha, this kid Li Zexuan is really interesting."
Of course, Li Er would not hold grudges against Li Zexuan for his son's failure outside. His daughter was raised in wealth and his son was raised in poverty. Li Er had always had a let nature take its course attitude toward his sons. They could compete with each other and fight each other. , but cannot cross that red line.
Even if a son is bullied and they find a way to bully him back, Li Er will never stand up for him.
Looking at the novel questions and unexpected answers on the secret report, the smile on Li Er's face became thicker and thicker. However, when he saw the last question, the smile on Li Er's face suddenly froze. He paused, his face gradually becoming serious.
Li Er had a sullen face and asked the black-clothed guard in front of him:
"Li Zexuan really figured out the answer within one breath?"
The guard quickly bowed and said:
"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is absolutely true."
Li Er squeezed the secret report in his hand hard. This last question touched the ambition that had been dormant in his heart for a long time.
After the Xuanwumen Incident last year, the internal political situation in the Tang Dynasty was in turmoil. The Turks sent hundreds of thousands of troops to take advantage of the situation and invaded Jingyang, which was only 40 miles away from Chang'an. The capital was shocked! At that time, the enemy was weak and we were strong. Li Er was forced to have no choice but to devise a strategy of suspicion. He personally led Gao Shilian, Fang Xuanling and other six cavalrymen to the Wei River to talk to Jie Li across the Wei River.
Later, the Turks retreated, taking with them not only 30,000 Han slaves, but also His Majesty Li Er's promise of non-aggression. Chang'an's treasury was completely empty of money and silk. These triumphant bandits left Yuanzhou and fled into the vast grasslands of Lingzhou.
Perhaps future generations will praise Li Er for his fearlessness in the face of danger, his ingenious plot, and the alliance on the Weishui River, which gave the Tang Dynasty a chance to breathe.
But in Li Er's view, the so-called Weishui Alliance was his lifelong shame.
When he, Li Er, followed his father in Taiyuan, he went through hundreds of battles and finally dominated the world. He had never suffered such humiliation.
Li Er still remembers that after the Turks retreated, Cheng Yaojin held his handwriting in his hand, knelt on the ground like a child, and cried loudly. Tens of thousands of soldiers in full uniform and armor prostrated themselves in front of the commander's tent, and several warriors with their hair and spiked faces asked to go into battle, determined to wash away with their blood the shame and humiliation brought about by the Weishui Alliance.
Although the Tang Dynasty was initially established, from the emperor to the people, there was a sense of pride in their bones, a pride of being a Tang person.
The king humiliates his ministers to death, and the king humiliates the people to death.
Suddenly, the whole country, from the generals to the common people, was filled with fighting spirit, and they all swore to avenge the monarch.
However, at that time, the Tang army was weak, poorly equipped, with insufficient food and pay, and domestic rebellions continued. Tubo and Tuyuhun were eyeing them, and the Tang Dynasty was in danger of overthrowing if they were not careful.
Li Er could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. A gentleman will take revenge. It will not be too late in ten years. He secretly swore in his heart that when the rebels in the country are wiped out and the troops are well-fed, he will hunt the grasslands with the kings and fight to the death with the Turks.
Seeing Li Zexuan's last question for Li Tai today, Li Er couldn't calm down for a long time. Speaking of Li Zexuan, Li Er couldn't help but think of a conversation he had with Cheng Yaojin in the Tai Chi Hall two days ago.
"Zhijie, how is Brother Qin's health lately?"
Li Er sat on the dragon chair and asked with concern on his face. Qin Shubao followed him in bloody battles during those years and saved his life several times. Therefore, Li Er was always grateful to Qin Shubao. Even after he became the emperor, he privately called Qin Qiong the second brother of Qin.
"Your Majesty, Second Brother Qin's body has been left with countless hidden wounds in his early years. As he gets older, the hidden wounds occur, and his body is getting worse day by day. A few years ago, Second Brother Qin was able to defeat me in terms of force, but a few days ago, I, Old Cheng, Go to the Qin Mansion to see the second brother, the second brother... Your Majesty, I, Old Cheng, am heartbroken!"
Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but beat his chest and shed tears as he spoke. This veteran of the Tang Dynasty used to remain calm in front of countless powerful enemies. Now that he saw his best brother, his body was declining, he finally couldn't help crying. Tears.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.
Li Er's eyes were also a little wet, and he was silent for a while. He said in a deep voice: "Don't be sad if you know the truth. I asked Taoist Master Sun to go to the Qin Mansion to show Brother Qin. As long as it can relieve Brother Qin's pain, I am willing to let people find the medicinal materials no matter how precious they are."
Cheng Yaojin quickly thanked him: "I would like to thank Your Majesty on behalf of my second brother."
Li Er sighed at this time and said:
"Alas, time is not forgiving. Seeing that all of you brothers who fought with me in the world are now getting older, and I feel uncomfortable. When our generation is old, who can help Cheng Qian protect this place? Where is Datang Jiangshan?"
"Your Majesty, there are talented people from generation to generation, and children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Now the younger generation also has many loyal and brave people!"
Cheng Yaojin rarely said a sentence.
Li Er shook his head and said: "You know the truth? Don't the young generation now rely on the shadow of their parents to fight cocks and walk dogs? How many of them are successful?"
Cheng Yaojin thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I met a young man a few days ago. I competed with him and found that this boy's martial arts skills are on par with me."
Li Er's eyes lit up and he asked with interest: "Oh, how old is that boy?"
"Probably only fourteen years old."
"What?"
Li Er was really shocked at this moment. Although martial arts depends on talent, years of accumulation are essential. Cheng Yaojin has experienced hundreds of battles, and his martial arts value ranks at least in the top ten among the generals of the Tang Dynasty. Now that Cheng Yaojin said that a fourteen-year-old boy could actually fight to a tie with him, how could Li Er not be surprised
"How can a fourteen-year-old boy be as good as Zhijie in martial arts? Why have I never heard of such a young and talented person in Chang'an City?"
"Your Majesty, it is indeed true. This person's name is Li Zexuan. He lives in Yonglefang, Chang'an. He had a good relationship with Quanzi before, and I just met him now."
"Li Zexuan?"
This name seemed so familiar. Li Er stood up, frowned, took two steps, and suddenly thought of it.
"Is it Li Zexuan who invented the nibbling chicken?"
Hearing the chicken being chewed, Cheng Yaojin licked his lips subconsciously and said, "Yes, that's him. Did Your Majesty know him before?"
Li Er did not answer his words and said, "I only heard that he went to Longhu Mountain to learn martial arts for eight years. I didn't expect that his martial arts would be so strong."
Cheng Yaojin explained: "Your Majesty, Li Zexuan was originally taught by Master Lingxu, so it's no surprise that he has superb martial arts skills."
Li Er was a little absent-minded and murmured: "That's it."
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"Your Majesty, the night is already dark, and I dare to ask Your Majesty to rest early!"
At this time, the old eunuch Zhao Song cautiously stepped forward to persuade.
Li Er then recovered his thoughts, nodded, and was about to leave, but suddenly turned his head and ordered:
"Zhao Song, please ask Baiqi to pay more attention to Li Zexuan recently. I want to know more about this person."
"Here!"
This boy is highly skilled in martial arts, but he is extremely smart. He is very accomplished in arithmetic and mathematics. Even if he is not a general, he can be transferred to the army as an army secretary. Let him be in charge of food and grass dispatching, which will probably reduce a lot of road losses. It's time to find an opportunity to transfer this kid into the army and train him well. This is what Li Er thought in his heart.
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I wrote this chapter while watching the TI game in the morning. LFY is so strong and invincible. It seems that the Chinese team may win this TI.
As I wrote the rest, I became immersed in the story and moved myself. I believe that every reader is envious of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the unyielding pride of the Tang people. The knight also loves that era, the people of that era, and the sense of national honor that comes from the heart. The knight will write this story well. , if you think you can read it, please vote, add it to your favorites, and support it. Thank you, knight!
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