The theory of threatening the imperial power and wanting democracy will not work here.

First, there is no market: the people of Datang have been war-torn for a long time, and they know that a stable life is not easy to come by, and they are already satisfied if they can eat well, and they will not ask for more rights and interests.

The second danger is great: Li Shimin's Baiqi Division is a top spy, and he is about to penetrate every corner of Datang. Do you want to bring down the imperial power? Before it could be put into action, Li Shimin's army drove over. Luo Yi, Changle Wang Youliang, Hou Junji, Li Chengqian...... How many people who wanted to rebel were killed by Li Shimin, which shows how terrible Li Shimin's strength is.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

Leng Feng's thoughts were interrupted by Li Chengqian's voice, and looking at his nervous appearance, he must have been worried that the master would fall into it again.

Li Shimin also looked at him curiously, he had never seen anyone who could look at the Great Confucian teachings and fall into contemplation.

Leng Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, this kind of contemplation is actually a collision of ideas separated by two thousand years, it has been more than a year since he came to Datang, he still can't find a sense of reality, he always feels that these experiences are a dream, after waking up, he is still in the grass of Qinling, and the gunshot wound on his thigh is still flowing with vitality.

The morning class was over, and since the cafeteria was still just a foundation, the students had to wait in the classroom for the cook to deliver the meal.

The meals were very ordinary, just roasted beans and small rice, Li Shimin also asked for one, so he squatted in the corridor to eat, without the appearance of an emperor.

Li Chengqian was now almost nervous to death, and seeing that lunch was about to end, it was almost his turn to give a lecture, and the master and father still had no plans to leave.

"Father, it's been a day and a half since you left the palace, isn't that appropriate?"

Li Shimin glanced at Li Chengqian and said: "There is no important government affairs now, and it is nothing if you are not in the palace, if there is an emergency, someone will come to inform me." Get in there, they're all waiting for you! ”

Seeing that he could not persuade his father to leave, Li Chengqian could only walk in hard.

The students in the first class were all about fifteen years old, and they were all excited to learn a few words in the morning, looking forward to what they could learn in the afternoon.

Li Chengqian walked to the podium and stood still, embarrassed! The podium of the Academy of Literature was made according to the great Confucians, and they could expose the upper half of their bodies and write arbitrarily on the blackboard, but when they arrived at Li Chengqian, only one head could be exposed to the podium, and the blackboard was only halfway up.

Li Shimin also wanted to laugh when he saw this scene, but after all, this was his son's first lecture, and he, who was the father and emperor, couldn't dismantle the stage, and held his hands on his chest outside the door to see what Li Chengqian would do.

"These people are ducks......"

"These people are chicken ......"

"I'm lecturing ducks......"

Li Chengqian just blushed for a while before calming down, calmly walked to the podium, exposed his whole body and said, "Go to class!" ”

All the students got up and saluted before sitting down.

Li Chengqian cleared his throat after glancing at the students in the audience and said: "The ancients said: 'There is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher. I'm talking about the current scenario, and although I'm five years younger than you, I'm still qualified to teach you arithmetic.

Respecting teachers is a tradition, so which student is willing to contribute a stool to me to use? ”

One of the students closest to Li Chengqian in the first row resolutely put his own stool on the podium, while he stood by the window with his notebook in his hand and listened to the lecture.

Li Chengqian put the stool on the podium, stood up directly, and wrote the number "0-9" on the blackboard.

"This is the number used in the new arithmetic, you look at this circle, it is called 'zero', which means that there is no ......"

Seeing that Li Chengqian had smoothly entered the state of teaching, Li Shimin left satisfied, and this morning he only watched the teaching of seven classrooms on the first floor, and there was still one classroom on the second floor.

In the bushes by the Weishui River, Yang Yi pushed a man who was tied up by five flowers in front of Zhang Wen: "Commander, this is this person, he has pretended to walk past the Academy of Literature several times, and after seeing His Majesty's carriage, he stepped up. After waiting for the main road, he rode back to Chang'an. ”

Zhang Wen looked at the unclothed man in front of him and smiled: "A certain family has been staring at you for a long time, tell me clearly, who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

The man glanced at Zhang Wen with disdain and said, "My name is Dawei, I'm just a fisherman, what do you want to do when you catch me in broad daylight?" Aren't you afraid of the king's law! ”

Zhang Wen was accustomed to a hard mouth, and waved his hand to the side of the road, and two good torturers of the Baiqi Division came over.

After the two of them interrogated, none of them could not open their mouths!

It was just a pillar of incense, and the two torturers came over with horizontal knives.

"Commander, he is indeed a fisherman, but he is also a believer in the Divine Fire Sect (it is apocryphal), and he is ordered to keep an eye on His Majesty's chariot."

"Divine Fire Sect, ......"

Zhang Wen rubbed his swollen and aching temples, the Divine Fire Sect is a religion introduced to the Tang Dynasty in the extreme west, and its purpose is to break all cultural dogmas and return to the pure world when an old man created a man.

This group of people don't learn and don't know how to do it! The creator of man is clearly Nuwa Niangniang, where is the old man?

Due to the evil of the Pope, the Divine Fire Sect has been exterminated many times since the Sui Dynasty, but it can still be resurrected every time, which is extremely disgusting.

Breaking cultural dogma? How to break cultural dogma the fastest? Starting with the assassination of the Emperor, of course!

Zhang Wen smiled cruelly: "Inform the Dragon Tooth Army and the Xuanjia Army of the Thunder Division to be ready to support at any time, and I will drive His Majesty's car to lure the enemy." This time, I won't take them in a nest, I will write Zhang Wen's name upside down! ”

……

Li Shimin was originally watching the construction, but he was overjoyed when he heard the news, he hadn't killed for a long time since he ascended the throne, and his hands were itching.

Regardless of the dissuasion of his subordinates, Li Shimin directly found a soldier who was about the same size as him, took off the soldier's armor and was about to go into battle.

The originally spacious carriage was a little crowded with three heavily armed people.

Zhang Wen looked at the heavily armed emperor and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, you are a golden body, how can you personally participate in the battle array?" ”

Li Shimin laughed and said: "I started with a hundred battles, even when I became an emperor, I didn't leave behind my martial arts. Today, a few ignorant and stupid people want to assassinate me, hum! ”

Leng Feng lifted the curtain and looked at both sides of the road and said to Zhang Wen: "This kind of place is not suitable for most people to ambush, at most four or five hundred people, is it a bit of a fuss for you to mobilize the Dragon Tooth Army and the Thunder Division to garrison the Xuanjia Army?" ”

Zhang Wen snorted coldly: "It still takes all the strength of the lion to fight the rabbit, not to mention that this involves the safety of His Majesty?" ”

Leng Feng flicked the thunder arrow on Zhang Wen's back with his finger and said, "You know the power of the thunder arrow, not to mention that we still have human-level thunder." Four or five hundred people, at most, is enough for a hundred horsemen to shoot a salvo and throw a round of thunder. ”

1-Recommend a two-dimensional book - "The Light and Dark Twins of Zongman" Interested friends can take a look, if you like it, remember to collect and recommend it!

2-At the end of the year, there is an explosive update activity, and these days the manuscript is stored for preparation, and the return is two updates per day.

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