As the white salt entered his mouth, tears welled up in Cheng Yaojin's eyes as he looked up at the sky and sighed.
"For this mouthful of salt, hundreds of our Left Martial Guards died trying poison."
With red eyes, Cheng Yaojin's old habit appeared again. He raised his fan-sized left hand and struck at Ye Fan with a whooshing sound.
A gust of wind came from behind him. Ye Fan did not think twice and took a light step to the left, easily avoiding Cheng Yaojin's sneak attack.
Cheng Yaojin was very surprised. Even Li Jing, who was a martial arts master, would find it difficult to dodge his palm. What was this kid doing?
Not only was Cheng Yaojin surprised, Li Shimin, Qin Shubao, and Li Jing were also surprised.
"Zhijie? Is this method really effective?"
Li Shiming asked Cheng Yaojin, who was very excited.
"Replying to the emperor, this lowly official has already tasted it. The salt powder produced by this method is salty and mellow, and there is no discomfort. Moreover, this lowly official, this brat, and those five guards have all eaten salt powder, and there are no abnormalities!”
"From this, it can be seen that this method is indeed effective!”
"Emperor, my Left Guard is saved! Longxi is saved! The heavens bless the Emperor, the heavens bless the Great Tang!"
After Cheng Yaojin finished speaking, he knelt down in front of Li Shiming. The rest of the crowd followed suit.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Li Shi Min excitedly said three good words in a row. At this time, he looked at Ye Fan with a strange look in his eyes.
"Emperor, there is no time to lose. This lowly official requests to immediately rush to Longyou and quickly spread this salt-making method!”
Cheng Yaojin could not wait to return to the army.
"Good! Zhijie, when you return in triumph, I will personally welcome you outside Chang 'an City!”
Cheng Yaojin cupped his hands and tied the method of making salt that the eunuch had recorded in detail and checked with Ye Fan to ensure that there was no mistake to his waist. Then, he quickly walked out of the Yin and Yang Hall.
"Alright, alright! Ye Fan, tell me, how should I reward you?”
"Emperor, this brat said before that this brat doesn't want any rewards.”
"You don't even want 800 mu of high-grade fertile land?”
"Then what do you want? A thousand strings of money? Or should I give you an official position?”
Li Shi Min looked at Ye Fan playfully.
"Emperor, this child hasn't reached the age of learning and he himself is still in chaos. How can he take up the post and govern the villagers?”
" Moreover, looking at this child's gorgeous clothes and generous manner, he must have been born into a wealthy family. There's no need for that 1,000 strings of money as a reward. Now that the country is in a state of turmoil, continue to invest money…"
Wei Zheng started chattering again, making Ye Fan and Li Shimin quite unhappy.
'Wei Zheng, oh Wei Zheng, I originally wanted to give you face as a famous minister and not embarrass you too much. But now, it seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how powerful I am…'
After saying a few more words in his heart, Ye Fan looked at Wei Zheng with interest. His extremely invasive gaze made Wei Zheng a little uncomfortable.
"Emperor, this brat doesn't seek fame and fortune, nor does he seek an official position. But I have a request."
Ye Fan cupped his hands at Li Shi Min and spoke.
"Oh? Tell me, as long as it's not too much, I'll agree to it.”
"Emperor, this brat wants to ask Lord Wei for a copy of the calligraphy.”
The moment Ye Fan said this, the hall was in an uproar.
Wei Zheng deliberately puffed out his chest and glanced at Fang Xuanling and Zhangsun Wuji, who were beside him, with the demeanor of a literary master. He snorted lightly through his nose.
"Humph! How about it, one of you is the emperor's brother-in-law, and the other is assisting the emperor to ascend the throne, is it useful? Look, a thirteen-year-old child has come to the palace to ask this old man for a calligraphy treasure, haha…"
With this thought in mind, the smile on Wei Zheng's face became even brighter.
Li Shimin, who was sitting on the dragon throne, was unhappy. He looked at the smug Wei Zheng with a straight face and then looked at Ye Fan.
"Ding!"
"You have obtained 2,000 Hatred Points from Li Shiming. You may enter the shop to purchase items.”
The sudden system notification stunned Ye Fan. He looked up at the gloomy Li Shimin and understood.
Li Shimin was the most powerful person in the world. He, Ye Fan, had offered the method of salt production to the imperial court, but he did not want any reward. He only asked for Wei Zheng's calligraphy. This was undoubtedly not putting Li Shimin in his eyes.
He should have asked for Li Shimin's calligraphy.
Looking at Li Shiming's gloomy face and slightly resentful eyes, Ye Fan laughed in his heart.
Li Er, oh Li Er, you're jealous of this? It's easy for me to ask you for the calligraphy treasure. Why don't you go to my Phoenix Cry Academy tomorrow and have a free whoring?
"Come on, get the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Since this kid wants Minister Wei's calligraphy, Zhen will allow it. Minister Wei, write well, write well…"
Li Shi Min said 'write it well' twice in a row. Everyone could clearly hear the meaning behind his gritted teeth.
Wei Zheng glanced at Ye Fan and then stole a glance at Li Er. He was quite pleased with himself.
"Lord Wei, please wait."
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly called out to Wei Zheng with a mischievous smile on his face.
"What's wrong? Little friend, do you want me to write a few lines of poetry for you?”
Wei Zheng's face was full of smiles. No matter how he looked at Ye Fan, he felt comfortable. Even the way he addressed him had changed from kid to little friend.
"No, it's not. Lord Wei only needed to write his name on the paper.”
Ye Fan also smiled and looked at Wei Zheng, his eyes hiding a deep scheme.
"Oh? This is the first time I've heard of such a request.”
Wei Zheng smiled and nodded. He waved his brush and wrote the three big words "Wei Xuancheng" on the paper. He even specially stamped his seal.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Looking at his calligraphy treasure in Ye Fan's hand, Wei Zheng was very happy and even asked a special question.
"Yes, I'm satisfied."
Ye Fan nodded and picked up the brush to start writing on the paper.
Wei Zheng was a little confused and asked.
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