But the Tang Dynasty of that time and space, when Zhenguan was eight years old, the national strength was far from being strong. There is no extra energy, and there is no extra financial resources to digest the large territory of Tuyuhun.

It was Li Jing who committed suicide in Fu Yun, and Fu Yun's son surrendered to the Tang Dynasty and promised to be a vassal of the Tang Dynasty forever.

It can be said that the Tang Dynasty in history did not gain any benefits in the war with Tuyuhun. Zhang Zheng had been sitting in the study for three hours.

The road ahead gradually became clear in Zhang Zheng's mind. The only countermeasure that Zhang Zheng came up with for these two things was to respond to all changes with the same.

Marry a princess, then marry, the county uncle is not unable to raise an eleven-year-old girl. If you go to the war, then you will go to the war, anyway, no matter which army you follow, you will be able to get military merit in the end.

It's almost entirely about gilding and boiling qualifications, and there's no difficulty. It wasn't until Li Shimin's Luan drove back to the palace that Zhang Zheng woke up.

Zhang Zheng opened the door of the villa and saluted Li Shimin and the eldest grandson's Luan Jia. When Li Shimin's Luan drove away, he looked up at the sky, and it was almost dinner time, so he simply cleaned up, and then walked towards Cui Shu's villa with his hands behind his back.

Cui Shu's villa is not far from Zhang Zheng's villa, and the villas in Cuiwei Mountain are of the same standard, and there is no difference in appearance.

Fortunately, there was a house number to recognize, so Zhang Zheng walked to the door of Cui Shu's small courtyard in a few minutes. Zhang Zheng raised his hand and gently knocked on the door of the small courtyard.

After a while, Cui Shu, who had already changed into a set of narrow-sleeved ladies and wore an apron around her waist, opened the door of the small courtyard.

"The head of the courtyard is here, please come in." Cui Shu had a polite but not alienating smile on her face, and turned sideways to move out of the way.

Zhang Zheng nodded, and walked into the small courtyard with his hands behind his back. Cui Shu closed the door and walked quickly to Zhang Zheng to lead the way.

Zhang Zheng tried his best to control his gaze from Cui Shu's waist that was strangled by the apron, and then walked into the living room without squinting.

"Just two more dishes, Zhang Yuanshou waited, if you are bored waiting, there are some unique classics brought out by my brother from Cui's on the desk, Zhang Yuanshou can read them at will......" Zhang Zheng settled in the living room, Cui Shu twisted her waist and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Zheng knelt in the living room, looking at the furnishings in the living room, looking like Cui Shu himself, capable and concise.

As for the unique classics, Zhang Zheng was not interested in anything. So Zhang Zheng was bored and began to look east and west, waiting for the meal.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, Cui Shu changed out of her apron and came to the living room and said to Zhang Zheng: "Please also ask Zhang Yuanshou to move to the restaurant to eat." ”

"It's hard to ......" Zhang Zheng got up and bowed his hand to Cui Shuyi, and then followed her to the restaurant. Four dishes, one soup, and a pot of grapes are just enough for two people.

Cui Shu seems to have studied the stir-fry seriously, and even the presentation looks very pleasing to the eye. However, Zhang Zheng no longer pursues good looks, and delicious is the right thing.

Everyone is a person who has been trained by the academy, and there is nothing uncomfortable about eating at the same table. So Zhang Zheng was not polite, and took the lead in stretching out his chopsticks and holding a chopstick to stir-fry the venison and taste it.

As soon as he entered his mouth, Zhang Zheng's eyes lit up. Cui Shu's cooking skills are not much better than those of the chefs in the county uncle's mansion.

Cui Shu didn't move her chopsticks much, but just watched Zhang Zheng gobble it up with a smile.

"Do you have any rice, bring me a bowl." Halfway through eating, Zhang Zheng felt that something was missing, shouldn't braised pork be served with rice?

"I'll go to Sheng." Cui Shu stood up, poured Zhang Zheng a glass of grape brew, and then went to bring Zhang Zheng a bowl of rice.

"Mr. Cui eats vegetables, ......"

"The little girl is not hungry."

"Mr. Choi is drinking, ......"

"The little woman is not strong enough to drink." After eating and drinking, Zhang Zheng showed a trace of an embarrassed smile on his face, and this scene was as if he was the master.

But fortunately, Zhang Zheng's skin is thick enough, and embarrassment is a matter of moments. Cui Shu poured a full glass of grapes for Zhang Zheng again and said, "Zhang Yuan, please." ”

"Is Mr. Cui really not going to have a drink?"

"No, the little woman is not strong enough to drink." Zhang Zheng didn't persuade when he heard this, although it was said that there was no difference between drinking this kind of wine and drinking juice, but since Cui Shu didn't drink it, Zhang Zheng would not force it.

As soon as he picked up the cup and drank it all, Zhang Zheng wanted to get up and say goodbye. But today's grape brewing stamina seems to be extraordinarily large, Zhang Zheng just got up, only to feel that the world is spinning.

Then one staggered back to his seat.

"There is ...... in the wine" Zhang Zheng's last trace of sober consciousness swept over Cui Shu's smiling face, and his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension.

He and Cui Shu have no grievances and no hatred, and there are even few intersections, so there is no such thing as fortification, and he doesn't understand why Cui Shu poisoned himself.

Before he could say the poisonous word, Zhang Zheng rolled his eyes and lost consciousness. Seeing that Zhang Zheng was unconscious, Cui Shuming's face showed infinite shyness.

Then he walked up to Zhang Zheng and took a few deep breaths, and helped Zhang Zheng towards his boudoir......

"Squeak...... Creak...... Squeak...... "Silent all night." …… Zhang Zheng had a dream, a spring dream to be precise.

In the dream, it seems that Choi Shu invited him to dinner. And then he went, and then again. ………… It seems that he has just entered the topic, and Zhang Zheng woke up with a spirit.

Zhang Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, only to feel that the arm on his right hand was no longer his own.

Then Zhang Zheng turned his head and saw a blood-pumping scene. Not a dream! Cui Shu was really lying in his arms, and for a moment, Zhang Zheng was a little confused and a little doubtful of life.

Memories of last night flooded into Zhang Zheng's mind. What happened yesterday? He remembered that he seemed to be eating with Cui Shu, why did he become like this after eating?

Zhang Zheng silently looked at Cui Shu who was sleeping in his arms, and his long eyelashes fluttered with the ups and downs of his breathing.

Most of his waterfall-like black hair rested on his chest, and the other half was scattered on his pillow. The almost impeccable face was almost impeccable, with a hint of redness, like a drunken drunkenness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had dreamed of something happy.

Down, it's a fragrant shoulder that is exposed in the air like clotted white jade, and then down, well, it's a quilt!

Looking out the window at the freshly lit sky, Zhang Zheng put his other arm under his head.

Then I began to doubt my life. Who am I, where am I, where have I come from, and where am I going?