Fang Yiai used words to trick Nurjiang into telling the truth. She just wanted to endure this tone openly and at the same time, let the emperor clearly understand the truth of the matter from the other party's mouth and understand that her family was the real victim.
In order to avoid leaving any clues when I regulate the Nur River in the future, my father will not be able to finish it, and the emperor will not help finish it.
Watching Jieli Khan and his son go away, who looked a little embarrassed, and glanced at Fang Xuanling, who was expressionless, Li Shimin sighed inwardly, thinking that for the sake of the stability of the northwest this time, he could only wrong his ministers.
However, Li Shimin didn't say anything about Fang Yiai's petty thoughts. An adult in Nurjiang couldn't handle the mischief of a half-year-old child. He thought that when the time came, Xieli wouldn't be able to say anything. At that moment, he accepted Fang Yiai's acquiescence.
Little Thoughts on Bereavement.
Li Shimin coughed dryly, breaking the silent atmosphere in the palace, and opened his mouth and said, "Fang Xiaoer, you came into the palace in a hurry, what do you mean?"
"Oh," I was thinking about waiting for the medicine to be boiled and made into pills, so that I can take advantage of the opportunity to fight with Nurjiang for wine, so that Fusaki and Barhan can meet up. The question is how to get Nurjiang without leaving any trace.
Jiang took Barhan with him when he was drinking. Just when Fang Yiai was thinking, he suddenly woke up when he heard Li Shimin's question. Then he remembered the reason why he hurriedly entered the palace, and hurriedly raised his hands and said, "Go back."
Your Majesty, I just remembered today that when I saw that person that day, I seemed to have seen an acquaintance next to him."
"Who?" Li Shimin asked.
Fang Xuanling also looked at Fang Yiai's face intently.
"Staff of the Prince of Wei—Yu Le!" Fang Yiai stared into Li Shimin's eyes and said word by word.
When he heard Fang Yiai talking about Prince Wei's Mansion, Li Shimin's heart suddenly lifted, and the pupils of his eyes shrank slightly. When he heard the word "staff", Li Shimin's heart suddenly relaxed again, and he thought
, as long as it's not Li Tai. When he heard the word Yu Le, Li Shimin frowned, raised his eyes and exchanged glances with Fang Xuanling, who was also thinking.
"Are you sure?" Li Shimin asked.
Fang Yiai nodded and replied without hesitation, "I'm sure, it's him."
Li Shimin pondered for a moment, then turned to Li Anyang, who was standing next to him, and said, "Anyang, you and Zhao Yi take a few people to Prince Wei's Mansion."
"It's the Emperor." Li Anyang bowed and walked out of the palace.
"Xiao Er, you kids should stop meddling in this matter. It will be decided by me and your elders. Remember?" Li Shimin stared at Fang Yiai closely and said in a deep voice.
After all, this matter has involved the remnants of King Xi, and those people are all desperadoes now! Last time, because Li Jiancheng was there, Fang Yiai, Changsun Huan, and Du He did not lose their lives. Since yesterday
Judging from the situation, the group of people was obviously angered because Sanxiao inquired about the person in the painting some time ago, and wanted to ruthlessly kill the Sanfu family. They could not only kill those who could recognize them, but also attack
With his three humerus bones, it is even more possible to cut off his own arm!
If we allow these three children to continue to mix things up, if something happens again, the consequences will be... So we can only protect them secretly and remind the three children to be careful and it is best not to get involved again.
"We don't want to interfere, but if we can't find the person in the portrait and see that he is really dead," Fang Yiai said with a bitter smile, "I'm afraid the three of us will, oh, have to live in a nightmare every night.
middle."
"I promise you that if I catch this person, I will ask your father to inform you. If he is to be executed, I will tell you in advance so that you can see his execution with your own eyes. How about that?" Li Shimin said seriously.
"In this way, I will thank the emperor together, my dear brother Dai Huanhuan and Xiao He." Fang Yiai said with grateful hands. As for the true thoughts in his heart, it cannot be explained to outsiders.
"Yes." Looking at Fang Yiai with a good attitude with satisfaction, Li Shimin nodded and said kindly, "Isn't it time for you to go to Hongwenguan to study hard?"
"You must know that the calligraphy calligraphy you gave Lu Yi earlier was extensively described by Mr. Yu, Xueshi Kong and others, and was given to students with poor calligraphy skills to copy and practice. Their calligraphy has improved a lot in the past month."
"And ever since Kong Yingda took the initiative and asked you to copy the "Lanting Preface", you have never shown your face in Hongwenguan, which has caused great harm to Mr. Yu, Chu Suiliang, Shangguan Yi and others who wanted to ask you for help.
I was very disappointed. I had to go to Kong Yingda's place to copy the "Lanting Preface" you wrote, but I only had the form, but not the essence. But you, under the pretext of being ordered to heal General Qin, could not be distracted.
Let them not dare to go to your house to ask for copybooks without permission."
"Now that General Qin is almost healed, shouldn't it be time for you to show up to Hongwenguan?" Li Shimin looked at Fang Yiai with a smile.
As soon as Li Shimin finished speaking, Fang Yiai immediately grimaced and looked at Fang Xuanling, who was sitting beside him, pleading for help. He thought to himself, I have gone to school for more than 20 years in my last life, and I really don’t want to go to school again. Moreover, brother
I am not a literary young man, but facing those Four Books and Five Classics every day is really a headache!
Staring at Fang Yiai, who was not seeking advancement, Fang Xuanling said with a cold face, completely ignoring Fang Yiai's pleading eyes, "You really should calm down and read more. Besides, in two days
It will be Mr. Yu's seventy-fifth birthday in a few months. Originally, my father planned to draw a painting by himself, draft a poem, and then let you submit it. But yesterday I heard Fuasaki say that your painting is also full of charm, so I will give it to Mr. Yu.
My father will leave all the birthday gifts to you. When the time comes, let my father take a look at it in advance and check it." The trace of satisfaction in Fang Xuanling's eyes revealed his true thoughts at this time, and his tone also
Not without the intention of showing off in front of the emperor.
"Oh! Does the waiter know how to paint?" Li Shimin asked curiously.
In his heart, Fang Yi had already cut that little bastard Fang Qi into pieces. He looked at Li Shimin with a wry smile on his face, trying to reduce his sense of existence, so he said pitifully, "The boy will be like that."
Just a little bit, just a little bit. Really." At the same time, he raised his left arm, and the index finger and thumb of his left hand were only half an inch apart to show that he really only knew a little bit.
"You're hiding it again! You want to deceive me!" Li Shimin looked at Fang Yiai with a bitter look on his face with dissatisfaction, and he was already amused by Fang Yiai's funny expression.
Without waiting for Fang Yiai to speak, Li Shimin continued, "Such a big thing happened in the palace yesterday. The queen also told me that she wanted to draw a new picture of Guanyin so that it could be sent to Ganye Temple to be enshrined again. It just so happened that Fang Aiqing was relieved.
I asked you to prepare the calligraphy and paintings for Mr. Yu, so you should also do this painting of Guanyin."
"Well, Your Majesty, how can this little boy's ability be compared with Master Yan, Yan Liben, who specializes in painting? Master Yan's meticulously painted figures are lifelike and vivid, and are unparalleled. Therefore, this Guanyin statue should be invited
Master Yan, please do it for me." Fang Yiai said bitterly, and kept bowing to Li Shimin, and from time to time he raised his eyes to ask his father for help.
However, Fang Xuanling was angry with Fang Yiai because Fang Yiai concealed her affairs. You know, Fang Xuanling knew about Fang Yiai's painting skills when she went home to Fang Yiai's study last night.
, when he asked Fuasaki about Fang Yiai's recent movements, the boy inadvertently let it slip while he was talking nonsense, and was later deceived by himself, otherwise he would not have known that Fang Yiai could draw.
He also didn't want to think about it. Ever since Fang Yiai returned home, he had been busy and had no time to communicate with his family. On Mu Xiu's day, he was either called into the palace by the emperor or went to the Yamen.
It was a hard day at home, probably because the emperor was coming to the house. I could count the hours at home all day long. After dinner, when Qing Niang pestered him to talk to him, she told him about Fang Yiai.
He was too preoccupied with the stories in the little book he drew for her. His mind was filled with national affairs, and he never paid attention to the small things at home. As long as he spent even half an ounce of thought at home,
There was absolutely no way he could hide the fact about Fang Yi's love meeting with Danqing.
"Jinkou Yuyan, this matter is settled. Just finish it before the envoys from all countries leave the capital. At the same time, I allow you to ask Yan Shilang for advice. I will say hello to Yan Shilang when you get back." See Fang Xuan.
Ling didn't have the slightest intention to plead for Fang Yiai, so he sat aside with peace of mind. Li Shimin just said something, concluding the matter.
Fang Yiai could only lament and accept this job.
"I heard a few days ago that you wanted a good horse. In this way, Dawan Kingdom has sent four fine Dawan horses as tribute this time. I will give you one, together with what the Emperor rewarded you last night. Come back
Ask someone to send it to your home together." Li Shimin said generously.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Fang Yiai bowed respectfully and thanked him.
At this moment, I heard a burst of footsteps outside the palace door, and then someone knocked on the palace door twice and called out politely, "Your Majesty?"
"Come in." Li Shimin waved his hand to Fang Yiai, stood aside, and said.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open and a young woman came in. She had a well-groomed hair and a well-tailored pink palace attire. Shi Shiran came to Li Shimin and saluted, saying, "I bow to the emperor, long live the emperor."
Long live."
"Get up." Li Shimin said calmly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." The palace maid in pink stood up respectfully and said.
Only then did Fang Yiai tilt her head to see the face of the palace maid who had been lowering her head. It turned out that she was the powerful palace maid of the queen whom she had met once. Her name was Xiang Cui. She was only in her teens.
He stayed with Queen Changsun, determined not to marry, and to serve the Queen all the time.
"Why did the Queen ask you to come to Tai Chi Hall?" Li Shimin asked aloud. Xiang Cui was the Queen's supportive arm. If there was no important matter, the Queen would generally not send Xiang Cui here.
"Back to the Emperor," Xiangcui said respectfully, "Princess Hepu has woken up. The Queen, Princess Chengyang and the Ninth Prince accompanied Princess Hepu to have lunch. The princess refused to take a nap and said she wanted to see Miss Qingniang of the house.
I want to hear the stories told by Miss Qingniang and the Second Young Master Fang. The Queen heard the servants reported that Lord Fang and the Second Young Master Fang were both in the Taiji Hall, so she asked the servants to come and ask."
"What little book?" Li Shimin asked strangely.
Fang Xuanling was also full of curiosity.
Seeing that Fang Yiai, who was standing behind Fang Xuanling, had no intention of speaking, Xiangcui answered consciously, "I heard from Princess Chengyang and the Ninth Prince that it was Mr. Fang who painted the pictures for Miss Qingniang."
The small illustrations, when viewed together, form a short story. After it was compiled into a book, Miss Qingniang called it a little book."
"Is this really happening?" Fang Xuanling asked in a low voice.
"Every time Qing Niang pestered her father to tell her the stories in the book, or wanted him to take a look at the paintings in the book, his father always had something serious to do. After three or five times, Qing Niang would be sensible and stop looking for him.
Father, it’s natural that he doesn’t know.” Fang Yiai said in a weird voice, the dissatisfaction in his tone was obvious.