Li Chengqian was brought back to the palace by the old Guardian. Li Er pointed at the zither and said,"Play the song you just played and recite the poem again. Let me feel your master's artistic conception.”
Yan Jue had no choice but to do as he was told. He played the Shuidiao Song and recited When the Bright Moon Appears.
Then, Li Er praised," As expected of Mr. Zongheng. He's really a great talent. How can ordinary people touch the artistic conception of his poems?"”
Li Xiaogong and Zhangsun Wuji flattered him.
Suddenly, Li Er's expression darkened and he said,"Marquis Yan, you've gone too far today. Zhang Liang is Duke Xun, and no matter how incompetent his son is, you can't be so ruthless. When he returns to court, he won't let this matter rest. One is a founding member of the Great Tang, and the other is a Marquis who has contributed greatly to the Great Tang.”
Yan Jue frowned." Your Majesty, that Zhang Shenwei bullied men and women, and even bullied my fiancée. How can I not be angry?" Zhangsun Chong, Fang Yiai, and His Highness the Crown Prince can testify that this lowly subject was only acting in self-defense.”
"You crippled Zhang Shenwei's descendants in self-defense?" Li Er was furious. Crippling his legs in self-defense?”
Li Er flicked his sleeves and said angrily,"You should reflect on yourself at home for the next few days. When Zhang Liang returns to court, we will discuss this matter."”
Li Er's anger was just for show. If he was really angry, he would have sent Yan Jue to the Supreme Court for trial without saying anything.
Li Xiaogong told Li Huairen that he would deal with him when he got back. Zhangsun Wuji told Zhangsun Chong that he would deal with him when he got back and left with Li Er.
" Brother Yan," Zhangsun Chong said, feeling wronged," you're really pushing the blame away. How do you expect me and the bad guys to deal with this?" Father will skin me alive when I go back.”
Li Huairen also said," Brother Yan, I didn't expect you to be such a person. Quick, give us an idea and we'll forgive you."”
Yan Jue swaggered out of Red Music Lane and turned around to laugh."The idea is for you to be like me, with both your parents killed by bandits. That way, no one can control you.”
Zhangsun Chong and Li Huairen felt as if they had eaten a pile of shit. What kind of bullshit idea was this?
Just as Yan Jue walked out of the Red Music Lane, he met Li Er, the Overlord Dragon, once again. Li Er smiled eerily and said,"Brat, I heard that your master created a book about the Hundred Family Surnames. I want to take this time to listen to it.”
Yan Jue replied perfunctorily," Your Majesty, the Hundred Family Surnames are just a ranking of surnames. It has no effect on the education of the Tang Empire. Moreover, this is only the one-sided words of my master. You can't take it seriously. If the ranking is based on Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li, what if Your Majesty gives birth to a few more dragon children and grandchildren? Wouldn't the Li family be ranked first?”
In the end, Yan Jue left Pingkang Lane with a big footprint on his butt. If one were to ask where the big footprint came from, it would be that Li Er was furious and Yan Jue compared him to a pig.
The sky was gloomy, as if a storm was brewing. The people of Chang 'an cheered. It had been very dry recently, and they needed an autumn rain to moisten the land. But only Yan Jue knew that even if it rained in the first year of Zhenguan, it would be a drizzle. The thunder was loud, but the rain was small.
After returning to the manor, he inspected his tea trees and had people pluck the tender green leaves. After plucking about five kilograms, the five trees became bare.
In the kitchen, Housekeeper Zhou and Head Gao kept persuading Lord Marquis not to humiliate himself like this. How could he use his hands to cook? In the end, the two of them were met with Yan Jue's deep disdain. This was not stir-fried vegetables, but stir-fried tea.
The head chef's eyes lit up. He copied Yan Jue's actions and copied around with his hands. When Old Zhou asked, the head chef said,"Lord Marquis, you have great martial arts. This Iron Palm has already reached perfection. Once this one learns it, I will be able to use my palm to cook dishes like Lord Marquis.”
F * ck you, he kicked the cook out.
In the end, the five kilograms of tea leaves were fried into two kilograms by Yan Jue. The fragrance of tea filled the kitchen. He added dried jasmine flowers to the two kilograms of dried tea leaves, and the high-quality jasmine tea was ready. He made a cup of it in the newly made purple clay pot. It was refreshing to smell.
There were still too few tea leaves. Yan Jue said to Butler Zhou," Old Zhou, go to the accountant's office and get some silver. Take a few people and run around Chang 'an. As long as there is such a tea tree, buy it. If you don't want to sell it, you have to snatch it over. If you can't, cut it down."”
Old Zhou looked at the sky and said awkwardly,""Lord Marquis, thunder and rain are coming soon. Why don't we go after the rain stops?”
Yan Jue chuckled." Don't worry. I've already calculated. It's all thunder and no rain. It's very likely that it won't come down."”
In the end, before nightfall, Old Zhou brought a dozen evil slaves and dragged a dozen tea trees back to the manor. He specially opened up a small area in the backyard to plant tea trees.
Thunder rolled in the sky, and the hazy world kept flashing with dazzling white light. Occasionally, with a loud crack, a bolt of lightning would strike the eaves of Taiji Palace. The copper eaves were such good electrical conducting devices.
Countless people pointed at the palace. Look, His Majesty has done something wrong again. The heavens have sent down lightning punishment to punish him. Foolish people always believe in some immortals and ghosts.
Worshipping the heavens in droughts, worshipping the heavens in floods, no matter what disaster it was, they simply thought that worshipping the heavens would be fine. How foolish and ignorant.
Sure enough, after more than a dozen lightning strikes struck the eaves of Taiji Palace's roof, Li Er finally couldn't sit still anymore. He found the big shots of the civil servant group, Fang Xuanling and Zhangsun Pushe, to discuss animatedly in Taiji Palace.
Li Er paced back and forth uneasily. A bolt of lightning struck the roof, making his mind tremble. He said,"What did I do wrong? So much so that the heavens flew into a rage and warned me with lightning punishment. What did I do wrong?”
"Your Majesty, why don't we get Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng to perform a divination and see what exactly is going on?" Fang Xuanling sighed.”
Empress Zhangsun frowned." Taoist Priest Li Chunfeng is far away in the Taoist temple of Nantuo Mountain. Taoist Priest Yuan Tiangang is also outside Chang 'an. I'm afraid he will have to wait for two days before he can enter the palace."”
Li Eryi slapped his forehead and his eyes lit up."That's right, there's also my Marquis Yan. Marquis Yan can also calculate and see the heavenly secrets. Such a thunderstorm makes me uneasy. I can't care about anything else.”
Sure enough, Yan Jue's guess was right. Li Er's men were coming soon. After all, there were already twelve thunderbolts striking the eaves of Taiji Palace. If Li Er could sit still, it would be a miracle.
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