"Liang Aiqing, what's the matter to play?" Lao Li asked very weakly, he knew that Cheng Huailiang dug up Li Tai's corner, and you also impeached Cheng Huailiang at this time...... Lao Li felt that he was slightly blocked.

"Your Majesty, impeachment is all about evidence. Lord Ouyang Tong is obviously framed. Ryazan glared at Ouyang Tong viciously, offending His Royal Highness the King of Wei, Lao Tzu wants you to look good," the minister suggested that Ouyang Tong be suspended from his position as a squire in Lantai, fined for three months, confined to his home for a year, suspended for reflection, and retained in the future. ”

Ouyang Tong can't wait to vomit blood, this conversion is too big?

Cheng Huailiang is notorious, how did he get God's favor? Is God blind?

What made Ouyang Tong most angry was that Hao Li gave a whole ox cart, and the people in the Literature Museum are now in the ground...... What does it mean?

"Minister...... Your Majesty, the minister has been wronged! Ouyang Tong immediately knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

"Three Aiqing, how do you think this matter is the most appropriate?"

Lao Li would not do this kind of thing personally, and directly threw this hot potato to the three giants of Wenchen.

Wei Hui has always been very angry, impeaching the Cheng family for such a big thing, don't you say to the leading brother, who are you looking down on?

As soon as he bowed, Wei Hui spoke first, "Your Majesty, slander the important ministers of the imperial court, and you should be exiled for thousands of miles." Remembering that his father Ouyang Xinben had done his best for the country and was light, the minister agreed with what Lord Liang said. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji and Fang Xuanling also agreed, this group of imperial historians is too disagreeable, they don't kill chickens and monkeys, they seem to have forgotten who is the boss.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......"

Ouyang Tong still wanted to quibble, but Lao Li waved his hand, "Neiwei, drag it out." ”

The two internal guards entered the hall, dragged Ouyang Tong, who was crying out for wrong, and threw them out of the Taiji Hall directly.

In an instant, the Tai Chi Hall was much cleaner. Lao Li's eyes were on Lao Yan and Lao Guo.

Lao Guo immediately stood up, "Your Majesty, Princess Jinyang and Princess Qinghe, the two royal highnesses, have recently researched a brand-new plow, and now they are placed outside the palace, please ask Your Majesty for permission to bring the plough in." ”

Lao Li nodded, waved his hand, and the two internal guards carried the Quyuan plough into the main hall.

The Tang Dynasty values military force over agriculture, so it is necessary to use a person who can control the scene to manage agriculture.

Lao Li thinks about it, Guo Huairen, the first generation of trolls in the Tang Dynasty, is the most suitable, and Lao Guo is an agricultural madman and is also willing to farm.

In the past, if someone was a treasure in agriculture, let alone Lao Li, even the door of the Ministry of Industry could not enter. But Lao Guo Xianbao is different, Lao Guo said that everyone has to listen and can't afford to provoke.

At first, everyone didn't look at the Quyuan plow, but when Guo Huairen introduced the latest plough, everyone was completely shocked.

It's not a treasure, it's a treasure!

Lao Li looked at the extremely excited ministers, and his heart was also extremely turbulent, things that benefit the country and the people have always been what Li Shimin wants.

But the problem is that those civil servants are okay to talk about it, but it won't work if they really let them make some substantive suggestions.

Lao Li knows better than anyone that Datang is very poor, and he is also poor. When a person is poor and afraid, he will find something to add face to himself. But Lao Li always felt that there were shortcomings, but he couldn't think of them.

"Your Majesty, the minister suggests that Quyuan plough be popularized as soon as possible, with the surrounding counties of Chang'an as the center, and spread out as soon as possible." Lao Guo gave a deep salute.

"Exactly." After Lao Li finished speaking, he glanced at Cheng Huailiang, and then looked at Lao Guo and Lao Yan, "Two Aiqing, does this Quyuan plough have a name?" ”

Lao Yan was stunned for a moment, and his name was Qu Yuan Li. Lao Yan seemed to understand a little, and also glanced at Cheng Huailiang with Lao Li's gaze. To be reasonable, Lao Yan's heart is very clear, the Quyuan plough cliff is made out of the Cheng family's miscellaneous pieces, and the new name is of course Cheng Huailiang is here.

"Your Majesty, all the civil and military officials are here, you can brainstorm it."

Lao Yan's words were approved by Lao Li.

But everyone didn't speak, naming this kind of thing is a thankless job, the name is good, but it's not good...... That's going to be blamed.

Lao Li has an idea in his heart but can't say it, God knows if those imperial historians will directly jump out to oppose it.

Some people also said a few names, but everyone was not satisfied. In an instant, the matter of naming Qu Yuan Plough became awkward.

"Your Majesty, the minister often hears that the little grandfather of the Cheng family is proficient in all the four books, five classics and six arts, and the minister suggests that Cheng Huailiang talk about this kind of thing." Lao Guo raised his eyebrows, and he didn't think it was a big deal to look at the excitement for a while.

The hearts of the literati are very dark, and the routines are very simple, grasp one thing and fix it to death, and then just go with the flow and talk to Lao Li about the Xuanwumen, and will never stop if Lao Li doesn't have a headache.

Now, Guo Huairen is in trouble and throws the thankless work directly to Cheng Huailiang. All the Imperial Historians began to rivet their strength, waiting for Cheng Huailiang to spray out.

No matter what you call it, it's all over for you. Do you really think that if Ouyang Tong is defeated, the other imperial historians will be convinced? It's stupid, this is a group of grasshoppers that can't die.

Lao Li looked forward to it, and the three giants of Wenchen looked playful.

The old rascal gritted his teeth when he looked at Guo Huairen, this was to push Cheng Huailiang into the fire pit, "Old thing, sooner or later Lao Tzu will beat you to death." ”

"Pump me?" Lao Guo glanced at the old rascal, "Come on, come on, you can smoke me now." It's okay, I'm not resisting, I'm just standing here and letting you smoke. After the draw, let my wife and you have a good reason. ”

"Phew, it's shameless." Lao Cheng's teeth squeaked, but he didn't have a problem with Guo Huairen.

Cheng Huailiang glanced at the eager Imperial Historian, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a disdainful arc, "Are you thinking, no matter what the name of the young master, you will spray me?" ”

The imperial historians were exposed, and they were all extremely angry.

"Cheng Huailiang, don't rely on yourself to be the future colt, just run rampant and act as a blessing. Tell you, hundreds of pairs of eyes in Chang'an City are staring at you. An imperial historian was so angry that his beard shook.

"The master is relying on himself to be the future colt, what's wrong with the nonsense?"

Cheng Huailiang raised his eyebrows, "Since I was sensible, my mother told me that it is not good for me to have a small appetite, and I can only eat soft rice when I grow up." ”

"Kind of you're going to hit me? Do you want the master to take the time to put on the court clothes of the captain of the horse and continue to do evil in Chang'an City? ”

I'm rough!

Almost everyone raised their middle fingers to Cheng Huailiang in their hearts, and if he can say that eating soft rice is so fresh and refined, Cheng Huailiang can be regarded as unprecedented.

The mouth of the imperial historian who spoke was wide open, and he never dreamed that a person could be so shameless.

"Your Majesty, the minister also thinks that the name Qu Yuan Plough is not very good." Cheng Huailiang pursed his lips, he understood what Lao Li wanted.

"Aiqing, what do you think is the best name?" Lao Li was looking forward to it, and his eyes were shining.

The fists of the imperial historians are clenched to death, as long as the name is said, everyone doesn't care whether the name is good or bad, and it will be over if they collectively stand up and spray him.

"Zhenguan plow!"

Cheng Huailiang made a loud noise!