The three words of Guanyin are presented in front of you.

Lao Li knew that this was the bastard of the Cheng family, named after the name of the eldest grandson.

"Is that really the effect of the medicine?"

What Lao Li wants most is fame.

"Your Majesty, it is this elixir that the Wing Kingdom openly uses. The concubine also distributed the medicine to the twelve guards in the capital, and whenever there were injured soldiers in training, they used this medicine, and the military doctors were amazed and praised that this was a elixir. ”

"Who made this medicine?"

Empress Eldest Sun half-squinted the corners of her eyes, pursed the corners of her mouth and glanced at Cheng Huailiang, "Your Majesty, it is Cheng Huailiang, the commander of the horses, who is jointly developed with the Imperial Medical Department." ”

Captain Horseman!

Empress Changsun said these four words very seriously, just to remind everyone present that the royal family has a good son-in-law.

Lao Li excitedly sent a table, "Spread my will, all the officials of the Imperial Medical Department, and the official position will be promoted." Zhang Haitang of the Imperial Medical Department was originally from the seventh grade, and is now promoted to the sixth rank of the Imperial Physician Department. Starting today, the Tai Medical Department will be appointed and dismissed according to the new official positions. ”

I'm rough!

The audience was in an uproar, how much virtue did the Tai Medical Department accumulate in its last life? Such a big benefit fell on the brain?

There are a total of two people in the Tai Yi Department, and they were originally from the seventh grade. There are two people from the Taiyi Department and four medical supervisors from the Taiyi Department, all of whom are from the eighth grade. There are eight doctors in the Taiyi Department, from the ninth grade.

Now that a gold sore pill has promoted them all, do you want to be so angry? The most infuriating thing is Zhang Haitang, a petty official who has not entered the stream from the seventh grade, and suddenly became a sixth grade, and was promoted to three levels in a row?

Isn't it just a medical officer who doesn't enter the stream? If you want rights or not, you don't have rights...... The imperial historians were very unconvinced.

If you are not convinced, you can't make a move, Lao Li spit a nail, now it's the queen's mother who offers medicine, who dares to obstruct it?

Don't say that Empress Changsun and His Majesty Li Er don't speak, Changsun Wuji can blow you into scum, after all, that is Changsun Wuji's own sister.

There is also Guo Huairen, although this old bastard is not in the court, how can he say that he is also the fourth brother-in-law of the eldest grandson queen, if Lao Guo knows that someone dares to bully the eldest grandson queen, it is strange to come and pick up your skin!

The first generation of the Tang Dynasty's imperial historians, the model of professional trolls, and the model of the models, I will ask you if you are not satisfied with the official uniform?

However, then, the eldest grandson had something to deal a heavy blow after the change, "Your Majesty, in addition to taking out the new gold sore medicine made by the Imperial Medical Department, Chengjiazhuang will also mass-produce, and whenever there is a war, it will be sold to the country at half price, and only the cost will be charged." At the same time, Cheng Huailiang asked his concubine to tell Chang'an County that all businesses in Chengjiazhuang should pay taxes, and they would be taxed according to the income. ”

Taxation?

Fang Xuanling's eyes instantly looked at Cheng Huailiang, the first time he saw a fool taking the initiative to pay taxes. Datang's taxes have always been miserable.

It's best if someone takes the lead in paying the taxes.

In an instant, when Fang Xuanling finally looked at the generals, there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

In the final analysis, it is still His Majesty's old team, dedicated to the country. Fang Xuanling sighed inwardly, and after sweeping the imperial historians, Fang Xuanling's eyes flashed a little cold.

The eyes of the eldest grandson Wuji and Wei Hui are also extremely cold, this group of scum should really be educated.

For nothing else, everyone donated food and money, but the imperial historians were still indifferent.

It is not necessary to force them to donate food and money, but to let them have a consciousness, a consciousness of worrying about the country and the people.

For no reason, the three giants of Wenchen remembered a sentence that Cheng Huailiang said, and that sentence was placed on the archway of Chengjiazhuang: the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world!

That's right, the bastard of the Cheng family is sometimes a dog-like person.

Lao Li originally thought that Cheng Huailiang had something to donate food and medicine, and the imperial historians should at least mean it, even if you say that it doesn't matter if you donate, it's good if your heart arrives.

"Ouyang Lian, Cai Wenhao, do you two think you should donate?"

"This ......"

Ouyang Lian and Cai Wenhao looked at each other, although the Ouyang family was not short of money and food, but if they donated it, they were still very reluctant.

As for the Cai family, they are the big landlords of the clan, and the surplus grain in the family is about to give birth to maggots, according to rumors, the rats in the Cai family's granary are bigger than cats.

Lao Li is not uncomfortable for no reason, the landlord's family is rich in surplus grain, and would rather use it to raise rats than pay taxes, which is not comparable with the Ming Dynasty.

Ouyang Lian sighed, Cheng Huai was helpless, "Your Majesty, the minister's family is not rich, but the emperor's grace is vast, and the minister's father has something to do, and the teacher of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should be worried about the country." The minister was willing to donate 500 stone of grain. ”

Cai Wenhao was very entangled in his heart, he donated food, and he will be the enemy of the imperial historians in the future, if he doesn't donate food, God knows how Cheng Huailiang will play him.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, "Your Majesty, the minister is willing to donate 500 stone of grain and 1,000 copper coins to support General Hou to defend the border." Datang will win! ”

The evil eyes of the imperial historians and officials were eager to talk about Cai Wenhao and Ouyang Lian's broken corpses, but food must not be donated. At least the real masters behind them won't let them donate food.

Therefore, as soon as the imperial historians raised their heads, they were bound to fight Lao Li to the end.

After all, in their hearts, although Li Er is the son of the Tang Dynasty, the real master is indeed the clan gate valve behind them.

Everyone knows in their hearts that after the daughters of the Lao Li family basically married military generals, it was not that Lao Li did not want to marry with the gate valve clan, but that the gate valve clan looked down on Lao Li at all, and was even ashamed of the royal marriage.

The court meeting was about to disperse, but Cheng Huailiang was resentful, "Your Majesty, some time ago, the imperial historians collectively lost to the ministers, and it seems that they have not kept the contract yet, so they went to wash the feet of the generals and uncles. The minister is not talented, as a member of the Confucian Holy Gate, he should not have mentioned this matter in the court, but he can admit that he lost the bet, which is a courtesy. I believe that the imperial historians of the Manchu Dynasty are all people who have read the books of sages and sages, and they can't lose the word of etiquette, right? ”

The imperial historians gritted their teeth, their eyes breathed fire, and they couldn't wait to directly burn Cheng Huailiang's slag.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think?" Lao Li Zheng couldn't vent his anger in his stomach, and Cheng Huailiang's words simply turned Lao Li Shuang upside down.

The Tang Dynasty is not in harmony with the civil and military, and there are many factions. This is what Lao Li wants to see the most, if the court is a pool of clear water, then the country will be finished.

After all, when the water is clear, there are no fish.

Therefore, the court is often full of military generals who spit lotus flowers in their mouths, and they never leave the grass and mud horses. The ministers were full of words, and a lot of blunt truths were buckled on the heads of the generals.

Lao Cheng and the black fat man Chi Jingde were okay when they were in the court, these were bastards who dared to do something to Wenchen. Therefore, Lao Cheng and the black fat man's strategy against the enemy is always to be able to do it and try not to quarrel.

The civil servants are good at talking, living, and playing, except for the British Duke Li Ji and the Duke of Weiguo Li Jing, no one else can beat the imperial historian.

Whenever the quarrel is unreliable and the glue cannot be opened, Lao Li often acts as a-stirring stick, slapping the table, both sides reprimand, and the meeting is over.

It's not okay now, Lao Li really can't bear it anymore for the imperial historians, it's not that Lao Li's knife is not sharp enough, it's that Lao Li is afraid of killing them, and the gate valve clans behind them are scolding Lao Li, and Lao Li can't stand it.

The Imperial Historians were silent here, and they didn't believe that they could do anything to them if they didn't go to them.