Hey, my mission is to change history and help Li Chengqian win the throne. It seems that these four old guys want to get me to join the gang. I'm afraid they bet on the wrong chips.
Meng Xinghe found a place to sit down. In the eyes of other young people, no one wanted to stay with these old men and listen to their lectures. But Meng Xinghe was actually willing to accept the invitation. I'm afraid he would be in trouble later. Everyone knows. These old men talk endlessly. Young people don't have enough experience to listen to those good words.
"Commander Li, my wine is pretty good." Meng Xinghe felt a twinge of pain when he saw the gourd hanging on Li Jing's waist. He probably needed half a jar of good wine.
This Li Jing was also thick-faced. There was something in Mr. Meng's obvious words. He actually filtered it out completely. He picked up a cup of good tea that Miss Du only poured and said slowly: "I heard that Mr. Meng shot Yang Xuangan to death on the Tuojiang River in Lingnan. I can’t see Mr. Meng, a scholar, strategizing like this. The Battle of Lingnan was really fought beautifully."
"Haha. It's purely an accident. It's just good luck. God wants to kill Yang Xuangan." Meng Xinghe doesn't want to say anything more about Lingnan. It's all over. No matter how brilliant it is, it's not enough to talk about. You know. None of the old men in front of me have outstanding achievements. Bragging in front of them is just looking for a blow for myself.
Meng Xinghe's modesty made Li Jing look at Meng Xinghe with more appreciation: "Although the Tang Dynasty has been at peace for more than ten years, the remnants of the Taiping Sect in Jiangnan and Yang Xuangan's gang members in Lingnan have always been a serious concern of the Tang Dynasty. Master Meng, at a young age, single-handedly wiped out the Taiping Sect and the remnants of Lingnan. With such military achievements, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, who can compare with you?"
Meng Xinghe's face looked very happy after being praised by others.
But he had another idea in mind.
Taiping Sect Lao Tzu is the Holy King. What does recovery mean? He is clearly taking the lead in the rebellion. Now I want to be recruited by the imperial court. But Lingnan is just relying on the premise of recruitment. He brings the followers of Taiping Sect to help Li Shimin conquer the world. As for that The words "prominent military achievements" are a bit nondescript when applied to me.
This old man is clearly trying to clean me up. With Li Jing's relationship in the military and his network, it is impossible not to know that he is actually exchanging conditions with Li Shimin. Li Shimin can allow the Taiping Religion to exist legitimately, but it is absolutely not allowed. There is a large-scale organization that threatens Li Tang's country. Therefore, I am afraid that the Taiping Sect will be completely disbanded after this time.
"Master Du, are you free recently?" Everything must be put on the agenda. Maybe if Li Chengqian rebels that day, he will be implicated. Although it is not certain whether this history is the real history. Meng Xinghe I think it's better to keep it on hand.
Mr. Du lowered his voice a lot. The noisy chatter and laughter around him did not affect the conversation of the four old men at all.
"Your Majesty's health has not been very good recently. He has not even gone to the morning court for a long time."
Li Shimin did not go to the morning court. Could it be that there was something wrong with his health? Thinking that he had not returned to the capital for several months, most things in the capital were still different from when he left. Let’s not talk about the crown prince’s turmoil. Even Li Shimin, who has always been healthy, also A disease has actually appeared. Is it really going to change?
Meng Xinghe had a vague premonition in his heart. Maybe, in his opinion, Li Shimin got sick at the wrong time. Or maybe, he got sick at the right time. Then it depends on how Li Shimin is doing. Is he really sick or just pretending.
"Haha. I haven't been in the palace for a long time. I really don't know much about the things in the palace." Meng Xinghe smiled to hide the suspicion on his face.
Du Ruhui didn't bother with this issue. He was an experienced man. He also knew that the Holy Emperor had been hot and cold towards several adults recently because of the prince's affairs. Li Chengqian was headstrong and self-willed. He was a cunning and insidious villain. It was absolutely impossible for him to become a king. Li Zhi Although he does not have great wisdom, he is better than the mean. With the help of several cunning old ministers, he can firmly consolidate the foundation of the Tang Dynasty.
The crown prince is a major event in the world. No one dares to underestimate this matter. However, although Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling mentioned the matter of changing the crown prince slightly in the memorial to the emperor, they did not dare to make it too obvious, fearing that they had their own intentions. It's just that the Holy Spirit was so smart that he could see the thoughts of the ministers in the court, but he still didn't take action. No one could guess what Li Shimin was thinking.
"Brother Meng, with your current talents, I believe that it won't be long before you can achieve great things. In the future, when we old guys all stay at home to take care of themselves, the Tang Dynasty will need someone like you. Someone is here to hold up half the sky." After thinking about it, Du Ruhui decided to test Meng Xinghe with some sympathy. The meaning of his words was obviously to remind Meng Xinghe that from now on, sooner or later, the position of Master Shangshu will be yours. If Having a wise monarch would be of great benefit to him. But he didn't know what Meng Xinghe meant after hearing what he said and whether he would stand by their side.
"Shi Yu. Go and serve some snacks to me, Mr. Du, Mr. Li, General Qin, Mr. Fang, and the others." Mr. Meng said from a distance while looking at the busy wives in the distance. He asked the gentle and pleasant wife Shi Yu to bring them some snacks.
Meng Xinghe just told one of his wives. Unexpectedly, Mengdie, Crazy Girl, Miss Du and the Golden Knife Princess also followed Xue Shiyu to the kitchen to prepare snacks. There were more people in the Meng Mansion today. It has never been so lively. The hostesses of the Meng Mansion were naturally very busy.
Seeing such a heartwarming scene, in front of several old men, Meng Xinghe said in a trance: "The sky is covered with frost on the ten-mile flat lake. Every inch of blue hair is worried about the old age. How can I die if I am as good as my eyes? I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals."
The old men were obviously stunned. They knew that Mr. Du was very talented, but they didn't know that he could compose such an exquisite poem just by seeing him. Moreover, the meaning of his poem seemed to have something else to say.
Du Ruhui couldn't help but admire Meng Xinghe's cleverness. He said: "Since Brother Meng is determined to be a mandarin duck, I won't stop him. It's just..."
"It's just what." Meng Xinghe looked at Lao Du in confusion. He knew that all this old man was thinking about was conspiracy. He had to deal with it carefully. He might be tricked by him at some point.
Mr. Du smiled but did not answer. He looked ahead at his daughter who was preaching to Du He. A slightly gratified smile appeared on his old face: "Xuan'er is not young anymore. Brother Meng should remember that. I'm not feeling well. Just say what you said in the mansion. I only have such a daughter. I just hope that when Brother Meng is envious of the mandarin duck, he can let me personally hand his daughter into your hands."
"Uh." Mr. Meng quickly took a drink of water to cover up his embarrassment. "Miss Du has all the talents and talents. She is a talented woman like no other. If you always want to arrange marriage for her, you have to ask her if she is willing."
Mr. Du shook his head and said that there was no need to ask anymore. It was his parents' orders. From today on, Miss Du is considered a member of the Meng family.
Meng Xinghe's eyes glanced at Miss Du who was educating her younger brother. She laughed in her heart. Little girl, your father has sold you. From now on, you will be a member of my Meng family. You will fall into the hands of my uncle Meng. Don't do it every night when you go to bed. The two of you should first write a little poem to cheer up (sex).
This should be a good idea.
Let the most talented woman in the world write a poem about boudoir. It is indeed a good poem about obscenity. At this moment, no one can see the wretchedness in Master Meng's eyes. His idea is really too suggestive.
"Brother Meng. Brother Meng." Meng Xinghe was in a trance. Du Ruhui's voice was a little louder. He called Meng Xinghe's soul back after calling twice in a row: "I heard that today you are with the prince. Let’s go back to Chang’an together.”
"Yeah." There is something in Lao Du's words. What do you mean by hearsay? It's obvious that you, Du Wang, have an informant at the gate of the city. He saw me coming back with the crown prince. Meng Xinghe had already thought of the story. He said calmly: "Yes. The prince and I met outside the city this morning. So we came together."
"But I heard that the Crown Prince left the palace for a few days and went to a county on the outskirts of Chang'an. He stayed there for a few days before returning to Chang'an." Lao Du's expression when he spoke was definitely that of the two of them being speechless. He looked like he was chatting about things, but no matter how realistic he was, he couldn't deceive Meng Xinghe, a figure who can be called an actor.
"Is this happening? The prince probably went out to relax." Meng Xinghe thought to himself. You are the only one who can act. Don't I? Since Lao Du didn't see it with his own eyes, he would refuse to admit it.
Du Ruhui didn't ask any more questions. He knew that Meng Xinghe couldn't answer the question. He didn't waste his energy and simply picked up some light topics. He said: "I heard that during the day, all the places selling fireworks in Chang'an City were closed. Bought them all. It must be something you did, Brother Meng."
Meng Xinghe did not deny it. He said: "There is no way. All the ladies in the family asked me to prepare the most beautiful fireworks for them. I bought the fireworks for Chang'an City. Master Du, you can only watch and clear the sky. This is not the case for me." "
"You are the only one who has a lot of money." Mr. Du took a sip of tea. He didn't know that Meng Xinghe has now monopolized half of the rouge and gouache business in the Tang Dynasty. Even the two fast places of Lingnan and Northwest China have begun to get involved. With such a huge financial resources, it's just a matter of time. The fireworks in Chang'an City are nothing. He is just curious. Meng Xinghe is indeed a weird person. Not only is he good at learning and writing, but he is also so smart in business. Such a person, looking at history, is the only one who can compare with him. This is the only one.
Well, I'm afraid only Lu Buwei of the Qin Dynasty is most similar to him.
It's just that Lu Buwei has something to live in as his goal. As for Meng Xinghe, he still hasn't seen what he is pursuing.
Sighing, Mr. Du drank tea silently.
At this time, the hostesses of the Meng Mansion who were responsible for preparing snacks had already brought out plates of desserts. In the meantime, Miss Du also quietly glanced at her father. Seeing the unspoken smile in her father's eyes, Miss Du's ears were filled with laughter. I blushed for a while and found an excuse to go down and make tea.
In the yard, a group of young people gathered together to laugh and talk. The older generation was silent to each other not far away from them. The young people did not know that although the New Year was coming, the city of Chang'an was already shrouded in fog. If we don't get it right, what happened at the Xuanwu Sect may happen again. How can these old guys be happy?
"Ahem."
Just when the garden was enjoying itself, two loud coughs came from in front of the Meng Mansion.
Could it be that someone else came to visit?
Already prepared that many people would come to his house tonight. Meng Xinghe stood up and said goodbye to the four old men. He went to the door to greet them in person. Perhaps the adult who lived nearby brought his granddaughter to visit in the evening.
Mr. Meng came to the door. Outside the door was a small green sedan. It looked familiar to him. He immediately remembered that it was this small sedan that he saw at the end of Mengjia Village. And the one in the sedan called himself. A member of the Muzi family in Chang'an.
He was surprised, confused, and even had an ominous premonition. He smiled bitterly in his heart. Meng Xinghe knelt down to greet you and said: "Your Majesty, Meng Xinghe, I would like to greet you. Long live my emperor. Long live my emperor."