Li Shimin had insomnia for several nights in a row, and he was angry with Wang Jue, but he was also worried. If he hadn't promised to send books, he wouldn't have known that there were so many teaching gentlemen in Datang! Following the "Book of Shang", the Confucian family sorted out several sets of classics. Li Shimin was very suspicious that some of them were not hidden by Kong Yannian at all, but that the Kong family had sorted out the inventory at the bottom of the pressure box, hoping to stabilize their position while the hundred schools and factions had not yet come.

Every day when he went to court, he saw Kong Yingda's face that seemed to be ten years younger, and the happy smile on his face, Li Shimin had a toothache. In contrast, there are a few generals who are responsible for touching the golden hands, they work all night, yawning all day long, and their faces are resentful.

Tomb robbery also depends on luck, not every tomb has good goods, and it takes time to sell the stolen goods after stealing them. The speed of making money is not as fast as throwing money, and Li Shimin's private treasury is almost bottoming out. I wanted to rely on Wang Jue's workshop to share dividends for a while, but I didn't expect the other party to be stingy and hold grudges, and I couldn't count on it at all. After a few days of depressed thinking, Li Shimin decided not to do anything!

No, he has done bad again in the early court.

"I haven't slept well in the past few days, and when I close my eyes, I am the figure of Nanshan Wang County, she is really a rare good person throughout ancient and modern times. His disciples invented the Zhenguan plow, which made it more convenient and labor-saving for the people to cultivate. Wang Xianzi herself is even more dedicated to the sake of the Tang Dynasty, and she is willing to send ten Zhenguan plows in each county as a sample to the people to refer to the system. ”

, you don't need to find yourself to be sure, you know that this thing is fake, and the saint is too tricky... The ministers all bowed their heads and kept silent, we can't agree, otherwise we may be slaughtered next time.

Wei Zheng came out of the ranks, "Holy Lord, Wang Xianzi has made such a great contribution to the Tang Dynasty, can he be admitted to the Lord?"

Li Shimin frowned, so he said in embarrassment: "Well... Wang Xianzi has great talent, I think about her, I can't help it in the future, so let's give a verbal reward this time!"

"Holy Wisdom!" You don't need to look at it to know that at this time, you can come out to pick up stinky feet and fall into the well, except for Cui Xuan, who doesn't think about it.

Hehe, I really responded to Wang Xianzi's words, and I want the horses to run, and I want the horses not to eat grass, you are stupid to be a horse? Wang Jue will definitely not give up, let's not mix more, just wait to see the excitement, this is the idea of all the ministers.

"Holy Lord, Wanmin Umbrella!Wanmin Umbrella!!" The little chamberlain fell and crawled into the hall, "Sheng, someone outside the palace gave you Wanmin Umbrella!"

Who's Blind? The thinking and thinking of the ministers of the Tang Dynasty have been very consistent recently.

"Xuanjin Palace... No, I'll go out personally!" Li Shimin got up and straightened out his new dragon robe, took out the small mirror that Wang Jue sold from his sleeve, and took care of his appearance before leading the ministers to the outside of the palace.

It is not like the umbrella given to officials by ordinary people, and there is no handprint pressed by illiterate peasant households, and in addition to the poems and songs expressing praise, the signatures are also written by people with some foundation.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the old man who took the lead in the petition walked out of the crowd, "We were very touched to receive the Book of Shang from the Holy Master, and I am ashamed to hear that the Holy Lord has emptied his private treasury for the sake of useless people such as us. After reading the annotations on the "Book of Shang" and the Confucian Wine Book, I realized why the Holy Lord wanted to correct the classics. There is a world of difference between the words of the saint and the things tampered with by the villain, and I have no long things, so I can only send an umbrella to express my heart. ”

"The Holy One is a benevolent emperor who has not been born through the ages, please accept my worship!"

"Please accept the umbrella of all people!"

Li Shimin wiped his tears again, and when he was scolded last year, he never dreamed that he would have today's scenery. But this scenery also has a price, he is about to become a poor egg, and he may be in debt if he is not careful. Li Shimin's current feeling is pain and happiness, he feels that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy, and it is better to be alone than to be happy.

Li Shimin showed a humble smile to the people, "You can't be the only one who Xie Zhen, the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Committee are willing to bear half of the cost together when they learn that I have given you books, they are all virtuous ministers of the Tang Dynasty!"

The teaching gentlemen took advantage of the situation, "I have waited to thank all the officials!"

Originally, they wanted to see Wang Jue fight the saint, but now they all want to roll up their sleeves and go on their own. The saint does a good job, all of us contribute money as a group, and the common people remember the saint and the ministers, not a certain person or a family, where is you eating meat and we drink soup, completely giving us water to drink pot water!

Since Li Shimin succeeded to the throne, this is a good show, don't be too lively. What the people of Chang'an hate the most is that there are many plays in a day, and they are lacking in skills, so they are afraid that they will miss the wonderful plot. And today, there are three good plays!

Cui Zhixian got a letter from Li Chengqian, knowing that the Wang family was not ready to let go of Wang Jia's family, and the trivial matter of assigning the place of work was not favoritism, so he was happy to be a favor and show his face in front of Li Chengqian and Wang Jue.

Today is the day when Wang Jia's group of prisoners are distributed, and the people of Chang'an have long prepared rotten eggs and waited on the road. Also in the crowd were Wang Baozhu, Wang Siwei and Chongxia, who had been pestering Wang Baozhu. Wang Fang and his wife were beaten half to death, and the fifty boards showed no mercy at all, and they are still unable to go to the ground, and they are still raised at home.

Chongxia's purpose was obvious, and she didn't hide her intentions. Wang Siwei was very repulsed by her appearance, and he was afraid of a stepmother like Wang Fang. It's just that after two 'open and honest' conversations with Chongxia, he showed signs of letting up.

Chongxia said: "Wang Langjun wants to be an official? Do you know how much of an obstacle your mother is to your career? I admire your father, the so-called love house and Wu, if I marry your father, I will definitely treat you as a parent." If Lang Jun wants to be an official, he needs to do a good job of learning first. My father has an old relationship with the Boling Cui family, and the Cui family has agreed to let you join his family study. ”

"Really?!" Wang Siwei went from following Chongxia to the Cui family to study with him, to some side branches specially arranged by Cui Zhizhang to deliberately befriend him, and now he feels like a fish in water.

Wang Baozhu is also grateful and guilty to Chongxia because of this incident, and there are signs of relenting. He once wanted to visit the prison, but was kicked out by the officials, so he had to take his son to say goodbye to Wang Jia's family today, but he didn't expect Chongxia to come with him, which made him feel quite embarrassed.

"It's coming, it's coming, everyone, smash it!"

Bang bang, Wang Jia's body with shackles has nowhere to hide, a few baskets of rotten eggs down, she is full of wolves. At this moment, she saw Wang Baozhu with anxious eyes, Wang Siwei with evasive eyes, and Chongxia with a provocative look on his face. A woman who most does not want her wolf to be seen by two kinds of people - lover and rival, today is considered to be all.

Wang Jiashi turned his head away from looking at them, and all his thoughts turned into a sigh. She hated why Wang Jue didn't die, hated herself for looking at the wrong person next to her, and hated why her son was so selfish as herself. It seems that all she can count on is her daughter, and she hopes that her daughter can save her as much as she can after she recovers from her injury.

Another lively is a little far away, in Namsan.

Since the invention of the Zhenguan plow, Wang Jue began to teach his disciples arithmetic knowledge. Except for Fang Yiai, who is still in the enlightenment stage, the remaining few people are learning very quickly. Because modern mathematics is slightly different from what they have learned, Wang Jue still starts with elementary arithmetic. In a few days, the one-dimensional quadratic equation has been finished.

After the meal, Wang Jue took his disciples to the village for a walk, and by the way, he informed the students that the content of tomorrow's hundred pulpits would be lively.

Since the arrival of the sons of the fighting family, there have been prostitutes in Nanshan from time to time. In the Tang Dynasty, it was a popular affair for friends to drink and compose poems and invite famous people to come and play the piano and perform. As long as they don't do filthy things in Nanshan, Wang Jue will not do the opposite.

No, when they arrived at Suiyuan, they happened to meet the scholars holding a poetry party, and two groups of people were arguing.

A young scholar with a slightly drunken face who stood and shook shouted, "What's wrong with what I said? She is a prostitute, and she can play a few songs and pretend to be high?"

"You are simply insulting Sven, and you actually molested a girl in Suiyuan, what's wrong with me scolding you?"

"That is, if you want to mess around, go back to Chang'an! Don't be here to get in the way and pollute our holy place of study. ”

Fighting a group of people, as the center of the dispute, the geisha's hands were clasped and his eyes were red.

Wang Jue sighed, helpless and angry. Regardless of who was right or wrong between these two groups, they had one thing in common, that they did not give geisha the respect they had as ordinary people. Unlike today's prostitutes, most of them were descendants of sinners who could not choose for themselves, and they were not willing to degenerate.

Wang Xiran arrived earlier than Wang Jue, and did not see the few people standing behind him, and when he saw the scene of the scholars arguing, he sighed: "The horses on the Chang'an Ancient Road are late, and the high willows are neighing. Outside the sunset bird, on the autumn wind plain, the eyes are broken for four days. Guiyun is gone without a trace, where is the early stage? ”

Wang Juehu looked at Wang Xiran suspiciously, how old is he, how can he write such a depressed poem. What she didn't know was that Wang Xiran was crying in his heart, how much he wanted to know what it was like to be alien in his previous life!

Li Chengqian frowned when he saw Wang Jue, and then he was suspicious, and asked with concern: "The teacher doesn't like them to be noisy?"

Wang Jue pulled out an ugly smile, "No, I just lamented the humility of the prostitute." ”

"It's not easy, the teacher looks at how I teach them!" Fang Yiai finished speaking, and ran into the quarrelsome crowd with a smoke, "Why do you bully people so much? Craftsmen sell their crafts, merchants sell their eyes, farmers sell grain, prostitutes sell smiles, scholars sell knowledge, everyone comes out to sell, who is more noble than whom?"

Wang Jue and Li Chengqian looked at each other helplessly, Fang Yiai's memory was too good, and the words they overheard that day were not bad.

Li Chengqian said with a little guilt: "I shouldn't have taken him to eavesdrop that day, I don't know what kind of impact this will have when he says it..." ”

Wang Jue comforted: "He is still young, so what can he do if he shirks it and hears it from the outside? Of course, if it can bring a good reputation to the crooked beating, he will naturally be recognized." ”

The crowd was noisy, and the two groups of people stopped arguing, and they all looked at Fang Yiai in a daze. There is the pretentious and arrogant, who feels insulted and has turned red with anger.

"The junior brother is still young, so let everyone laugh, I still have something to do, you continue. "Li Chengqian's status is the highest, and this is the right time for him to come out and press the scene. If Wang Jue speaks, he will inevitably explain what is right and wrong, and they want to see the reaction before responding.

Before everyone could come out of the shock, Wang Jue had already taken his disciples home. Walk the fart bend and hide for two days.

As expected, Fang Yiai's words, with the spread of the prostitutes present, have attracted as much attention as Li Shimin's Wanmin umbrella. Everyone knows that unless anyone wants to make a feud with Wang Jue and Fang Xuanling, they have to shut up or praise.

Many people were watching, but it was the prostitutes who were the first to respond. It is said that the three major Oiran in Chang'an have all spoken, and Fang Yiai will be their guests since then, and they can see each other at any time.

The envy of Fang Zhizhi, often looking at Fang Yi's love fantasy beauty drooling.