"What's the matter?"

Li Longji looked at Colliers and asked.

"Your Majesty, in the past few days, the old slave has been searching in all directions, but what is strange is that there is no trace of this person, who his parents are, what relatives he has, where he has been, what he has done, whether he has neighbors, whether he has been in school, etc., there is no record."

This is what Colliers finds weird.

"Really? Is our Datang's household registration system so flawed? ”

Li Longji frowned.

The Tang Dynasty followed the basic systems of the Sui Empire, the three provinces and six ministries system to the Tang Dynasty, but also to check and fill in the gaps, revise and improve, especially the household registration system, it is almost impossible for people to have loopholes to drill, any person from birth, will be registered, to go to any place need to rely on the household registration card to enter, and, once the household registration is lost, will be severely punished.

"That's what makes the old slave weird."

Colliers is also puzzled.

He secretly investigated that Yang Jian was a child picked up by the wandering artist Xu Geng from Zhongnan Mountain, which he had affirmed from the artists in the artist village.

However, what is strange is that Xu Geng did not register his household registration information with the household registration management office of the artist village.

Or did you forget?

Or does Yang Jian not have a household registration at all?

"Well, this can be carefully investigated, but everything must be done in secret, so as not to alarm this child."

Although Li Longji felt that there was a loophole in the affairs of the officials under his rule, as an emperor who loved talent as much as his life, in the face of such a rare genius for a thousand years, proficient in arithmetic, clever interpretation of music and rhythm, able to make musical instruments, and able to lead singing, such a person really, really has too much appetite for him!

Even if he doesn't have a household registration, he is just a child, or although the Tang Empire is strong and unparalleled in these years, there are always displaced people, including their children, and Yang Jian also said that he has lost his parents since he was a child, and it is not easy to live since he was a child.

Besides, as long as he's not that person, he doesn't have to be on it at all.

"The old slave knows."

Gao Lishi knew that His Majesty the Emperor was still moved by the compassion of Aicai, and if he was an ordinary person, he would not have been treated like this for a long time.

"You go down, tell me as soon as there is news."

Li Longji waved his hand and motioned for Colliers to step down.

"Yes, the old slave is retired."

After Gao Lishi finished speaking, he turned around and quietly disappeared into the depths of the emperor's bedroom.

Looking at the back of Gao Lishi, who had gone away, Li Longji understood that this morning's sleep had come to an end, but in the guest room of an inn somewhere in Chang'an City, Yang Jian woke up leisurely.

He slept surprisingly comfortably last night.

When he came to the empire of the Tang Dynasty, this was the first time he slept on such a soft bed.

Soft quilt.

Hey, it seems, and a soft body?

Yang Jian stretched his waist faintly, but before his hand was fully extended, he ran into a person.

"Uncle Taibai?"

Yang Jian is a little demented, why would Li Bai sleep in the same bed with him?

And looking at his appearance, it seems that he sleeps more heartily and sweetly than himself?

"Well, you're awake?"

Li Bai heard the voice of a child in his ear, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

"Yes, by the way, why did I sleep with Uncle Taibai?"

Yang Jian tilted his head, face to face with Li Bai's four eyes.

"Did you sleep so heavily last night?"

Li Bai laughed.

This fool, doesn't he know that he almost died last night?

Thinking about last night's thrilling, the man in black was still advancing and retreating freely in his sword light like a dragon's lightning, and he felt a chill down his spine.

This Chang'an City is really not a place where you can easily live together.

Crouching Tiger.

There are many mysteries.

Who is that man in black?

Why is martial arts so strong?

Also, why did he come to find out Yang Jian's identity?

Who is Yang Jian?

"It's okay, anyway, after drinking, it's really comfortable to sleep."

Yang Jian insisted on stretching the lazy waist that had not been stretched just now.

However, he suddenly saw that his outstretched arms were empty, and his gaze suddenly became glazed.

When did Lao Tzu's clothes take off people?

He looked down suddenly, and found that his body was empty.

That little bird was really small and small in the early morning of Chang'an in winter.

Of course, it's only nine years old.

Yang Jian can forgive it.

But who took off their clothes?

Also, why take off your own clothes?

Could it be, could it be, the Taibai Immortal in front of him?

He-he-the old man-and-still has such a fetish?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian wanted to die!

"What are you thinking?"

Li Taibai looked at the child's face in front of him, and his face was cloudy, and he thought it was very funny.

"Uncle Taibai-uncle, did you take off my clothes?"

Yang Jian felt that he had met a poet with a special fetish?

However, I really don't have that hobby!

If it is really succeeded by Shixian, it is really impossible to wash it when it jumps into the Yellow River!

"Huh? What were you just thinking about this? ”

When Li Bai heard this, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Uncle Taibai, aren't you, even if—just—yes—it's you—me—me—"

Yang Jian felt that her lips were trembling a little.

He always thought that this special habit was a unique phenomenon only in later generations, but he couldn't imagine that in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, there were people who had such a unique hobby, and they were poets, and the people who started with poets were still themselves!

"What do you want?"

Li Bai looked at the child in front of him, and deliberately integrated his smile into an unfathomable and obscene manner.

"I'm not going to tell you about you, but, but, we can't be friends anymore—"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he got up with difficulty, grabbed his clothes from the head of the bed, and put them on.

When he was dressing, he also looked at his body by the way, and it seemed that it was still as white as jade, without any strawberries or black grapes, and there was no strange feeling.

"Hahaha, what are you talking nonsense, you, you still sleep so dead, do you know that you almost died last night?"

Li Bai decided not to tease the doll in front of him anymore.

What kind of person does he think of Lao Tzu?

The girls of Chang'an City, as long as Lao Tzu is willing, can line up from the door of the inn to the southernmost end of Suzaku Street!

"I almost died?"

Yang Jian was also taken aback when she heard it.

"It's a hard kid—"

Li Bai immediately told Yang Jian in detail what he said happened last night.

"Is that really the case?"

Yang Jian was still a little skeptical.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, I can't help it."

Li Bai spread his hands.

"Well, I believe it."

Yang Jian noticed that Li Bai's robe was still intact, and he didn't look like he had slackened, it seemed that he was indeed careless, and what Li Bai said should be the truth.

Only, who could that person be?

Why did you come to verify your true identity?

Could it be that the appearance of the former owner of his body has attracted someone's attention?

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