Feng Deyi's death caused a lot of waves in the court, and the entire Tang Dynasty, whether it was the elders of the Wude Dynasty or the upstarts of the Zhenguan Dynasty, was looking forward to it.

The confrontation of the forces will completely separate the victory and defeat in the first year of Zhenguan......

The winter solstice of the ninth year of Wude was particularly cold, and the goose feathers covered the entire Chang'an City.

At this age, Chang'an is on the solstice, and the next step is thinking of snow and frost.

In Da'an Palace, Wu Jue stood on the steps under the eaves of the porch, wearing a thick pink jacket.

The gentle slope next to the steps has been formed into an ice rink with the help of the palace maid.

Wu Jue had a layer of sheepskin under his buttocks, and when he was pushed by the Emperor Taishang next to him, he slid to the bottom of the steps.

Never get tired of it, keep going back and forth to this simple game.

"Daojun, the queen invites you to go to the Zichen Hall to attend the family banquet." The little eunuch An Yang ran over and whispered.

An Yang is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, the family was poor in the early years and cut off the root of his life into the palace, because he was a bit of Hu blood, and he was also a shepherd boy in the past, so he gave himself a name, called An Yang.

Because he was smart and clever the day before yesterday, he took the lead in the crowd to crusade against Feng Deyi, and was replaced by Emperor Jiashang Liu Yuan's previous official position, the eunuch in front of the palace of Bapin.

After An Yang witnessed Liu Yuan's tragic death, he has always had palpitations, so he never dragged his feet in his work, and he knew in his heart who was the real master.

If the Emperor wants to kill him, it is as simple as pressing an ant to death, and as long as he is loyal, it is very easy to be promoted.

Li Yuan nodded, originally he didn't want to spend the winter solstice in the palace, but since he had already come to Chang'an, he would return to Cuihua Mountain without saying hello, would he be able to respond to his cheap son's heart?

"Prepare the frame, and go to the poor road." Li Yuan commanded.

An Yang received the order, trotted away and went to prepare.

"Let's go, Xiao Jue'er, let's go eat dumplings." Li Yuan picked up Wu Yu casually and slapped off the white snow sticky on her buttocks with his hands.

"Okay, Jue'er wants to eat lotus vegetable filling......" Wu Jue laughed happily, and her eyes were as beautiful as crescent moons.

When he was in Cuihua Mountain, the Emperor Taishang had cooked dumplings, and at that time the painting screen and Wu Jue were still very strange, why did they call flat food dumplings, and finally Li Yuan played tricks, there are many names for flat food, like what chaos, Joule...... It's not bad for this one......

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Zichen Palace, the two columns of the main hall are full of tables, large and small concubines with princes and princesses are arranged according to the dignity of status, the high status is close to the emperor, and the low status is much farther away from the emperor.

For example, the crown prince Li Chengqian and the fourth son Li Tai are the forefront, and the third son Li Ke has a good status as the eldest son, but it is a little farther away than the two.

The rest of the miscellaneous princesses, except for the unusually favored concubines, are all at the bottom.

Those concubines who didn't lay eggs, don't think about coming to the family banquet, they are just a tool for the emperor to vent their desires, and the concubines who are fortunate to have no children after their death are going to be martyred according to the etiquette.

The table of the Emperor Taishang is level with Li Shimin's, the eldest grandson empress is on the right side of the seat, and the prince Chengqian is slightly higher than the others, but lower than the three.

"Father-in-law, who is this girl?" The eldest grandson Wujian smiled, and Wu Jue, who was lying on Li Yuan's body with his hand, asked.

Li Yuan was stunned, as the master of the harem, how could he not understand who Wu Jue was?

After thinking about it for a while, she understood her thoughts, she understood, it didn't mean that other people understood, if they chewed the root of their tongue behind their backs, it would be terrible.

The harem is originally a place of right and wrong.

"This is the daughter of Ying Guogong Samurai Yan, Wu Jue. Poor Dao saw that she was destined for me, so he stayed by his side and became a Taoist boy. ”

The crowd understood, and began to whisper.

Li Shimin also took this leisure opportunity to ask about the homework of various princes.

The crown prince has Kong Yingda, a descendant of Confucius, to teach, he is very relieved, plus he also stuffed those famous people to the East Palace, such as the crazy master Wei Zheng, the prince nemesis Li Gang, one is the prince Zhan Shi, and the other is the prince young master......

Sometimes Li Yuan wants to persuade these two goods not to teach Li Chengqian, think about what a smart and clever child, what a child he has become in the end?

Wei Zheng, an old man, Li Shimin can't bear it himself, and he still expects Li Chengqian to listen to the advice?

Another young prince, Li Gang, didn't have a little pressure in his heart, he did Yang Yong's prince wash horses, Li Jiancheng's prince Zhan Shi, and the good guy of the waste prince that he hadn't met for hundreds of years......

But because of the particularity of his identity, he still gave up, and could only think about trying to pull Li Chengqian on the right track in the future, but don't get into the foundation!

The Emperor Taishang also feels that he can't afford to lose that person!

A few quarters of an hour later, Li Shimin finally finished asking about the homework of many princes, among which Li Chengqian's performance was mediocre, there was no big mistake and nothing to be appreciated; Li Ke, the third son of the emperor, has excellent archery skills, and can open a strong bow with one and a half stones at the age of only eight years old, inheriting the characteristics of the Guanlong military family; Li Tai, the fourth son of the emperor, is extremely talented in literature and talented, and even Wang Qi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is full of praise for his articles.

The rest of the princes were still young, and Li Shimin didn't ask too much.

"Okay, the hour is not early, and my father is about to be impatient, Guanyin, you should quickly eat flat food!" Li Shimin said.

The eldest grandson stood up with a light smile, bowed slightly to Li Yuan, and then walked to the copper furnace in the Zichen Palace.

The charcoal in the charcoal basin under the copper furnace is blazing, and the boiling water in the burning copper furnace is constantly churning.

On the left and right, there are waiters holding three wooden tables with their heads bowed, on which they are written with bamboo plaques: leek, lotus cabbage, and xanthium (fungus), which are flat foods with three different fillings.

The eldest grandson Wujian picked up two or three flat foods with long bamboo chopsticks and threw them into the copper tripod before leaving.

This means that you can eat flat food.

"Father-in-law, you can taste the flat food wrapped by my daughter-in-law, this is the ......vegetable that I and several sisters picked and planted on the mountain," the eldest grandson smiled at Li Yuan during the banquet.

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In the end, the flat food wrapped by the eldest grandson Wujian was distributed to the Emperor Taishang, Li Shimin and several princes, but the rest of the people did not get it.

"Father, there is news from the Jinju Academy in Taipingfang that Feng Lun is dead...... Li Shimin took a bite of flat food, put down the silver chopsticks, stared at Li Yuan with his eyes, and said in a low voice.

Li Yuan was shocked in his heart, waved his hand and hurriedly said: "This matter has nothing to do with the poor road, Feng Deyi's old man will naturally die when he is old, and it is not about the poor road." ”

"What?"

Li Shimin scratched his head, looked at his father and emperor suspiciously, he would not be surprised by any answer that popped out of the mouth of the emperor, but he tried his best to deny what was going on?

He would rather Li Yuan say coldly, "It's good to die", or "It's good, I just don't like him." ”

But unexpectedly, the idea was wrong......