Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Li Tai is already useless.

It's not about the body, nor about the status, but the will has already collapsed, and there is no more will to support it for a while.

According to Tao Zhiqiu, Li Tai's body was already on the verge of collapse, and it looked fine now, and it was uncertain when the feast would begin.

"It's all right! I don't care about death anymore, do you care about illness?" Li Tai had a pleasant smile, coupled with his current fat head and big ears, he felt a bit of joy from the second senior brother.

The joyful face, coupled with this slightly bleak situation, made Jiang Fuling unable to sit still, and crossed his hands at Li Tai: "The imperial physician, Jiang Fuling, wants to diagnose the princess, the prince and the emperor's grandson."

Neige envoy Yuan came but crossed his hands and said nothing, but the meaning was very clear, he must follow Jiang Fuling in.

Strange to say, Fan Zheng never heard a word from Yuan during his journey, not even talking to himself.

Li Tai's pig-leg-thick arms waved wildly: "Just go! These years have also suffered for their mother and child."

"In a few years, they will be freed once this king kicks his legs."

This is a fact, if Li Tai was not the second son, who might compete for the throne, he would not have been imprisoned for several years.

As for the promotion and promotion of the prince, it is meaningless.

But Tao Zhiqiu wanted to cover his ears when he heard these words, and Fan Zheng smiled wryly, not daring to answer at all.

"Thinking about the past, I was the happiest when I was fighting with my brother. Hey, a few days ago, my king had a dream, and my brother said, "He is waiting for me."

This is not a good thing.

Whether it was the truth, or it was deliberately passed on to Emperor Zhenguan, it had nothing to do with Fan Zheng.

"Your Majesty, you know that the next official was appointed as Yongzhou Biejia, and the next talented man under his rule was Sihu Shi. He was quite talented and famous, and he was able to write poetry at the age of seven."

Fan Zheng could only ramble.

Li Tai's literati nature was indeed aroused, and he thought about it carefully: "Lord Luo Binwang! What new work is there?"

"How many people enjoy themselves in the mist?"

Just this one sentence made Li Tairu's first delicious food for the disaster victims, and he was crazy for a while.

After living in Yunxiang County for several years, I have forgotten that there can be such wonderful words in the world!

"Your Majesty, do you think this son can be taught?"

Fan Zheng smiled.

Scholars have this temperament, and when they see good poems and essays, they will criticize a few words, but when the gap is too large, only admiration remains.

Li Tai's ability to write poems and prose is also top-notch. To say that he is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, it is because others look at his status and praise him.

But in terms of appreciation, Li Tai dare to say that he is in the forefront of the Tang Dynasty, and he can appreciate the beauty of the article.

"The talent soars to the sky, even this king is not as good as it."

Fan Zheng smiled slightly: "However, your majesty is also full of knowledge, and his ups and downs are also different from ordinary people. Why don't you write a book and teach it to your descendants?"

The fat big hand slapped his thigh, and there was a loud "pop", Li Tai's eyes were full of light: "It's exactly what I want! Sure enough, the person who knows me best in the world is not those scholars, but you, Fan Zheng!"

Well, "Li Zixunzi" has just opened, and the title of the book has a strong sense of indecency.

Even at this moment, Li Tai couldn't be serious.

Fan Zheng took a look at Li Tai's figure: "Shan Jing sent four pieces of red fox fur to the king's family, but it's a pity that some people can't wear them."

Li Tai was slightly annoyed: "You are the only one who dares to make fun of my figure! What, being fat is not a figure?"

Tao Zhiqiu was speechless.

Well, this Biejia is not a fuel-efficient lamp, even King Pu dared to laugh at him.

No matter how poor he is, he is still a prince, and he is the first grade!
Li Tai can roughly guess the emperor's intention for sending Fan Zheng here.

My dear Aye is still not willing to kill him, so he can only let his acquaintances resolve some of his depressed emotions, so as not to make any trouble at the critical moment.

The image that Emperor Zhenguan created for the prince is "benevolence". If Li Tai died suddenly before he ascended the throne, the reputation of a benevolent monarch built with painstaking efforts will inevitably collapse.

Yes, Datang needs Li Tai to live a good life, so that the new king's benevolence can be shown to the world.

As for the "Tai disease" mentioned in the edict, it depends on how you understand it.

Who says latent qi disease is not a disease, who can say that obesity is not a disease, who dares to say that eating and drinking is not a disease?

But, Fan Zheng also knew that accompanying him on this trip was not only the eyes and ears of the emperor, but also the ears and eyes of the prince.

Jiang Fuling walked out with Yuan Lai, only cast a wink, and Fan Zheng immediately understood.

"Your Majesty, I will leave the office and leave. After the book is completed, I would like to send a copy to the workshop, so that children can understand the philosophy of life."

Li Tai's smile remained the same, but a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

Speeding all the way, even entering the post house, they were separated by a long distance. Fan Zheng didn't even have a chance to speak. He clearly felt that there was something he didn't understand, but he didn't find a suitable opportunity to ask Jiang Fuling.

Enter the palace and pay the imperial edict.

"How about the blue sparrow?"

Li Shimin's voice trembled somewhat.

If he hadn't insisted on letting Li Tai be the whetstone, with Li Tai's temperament, he should have summoned Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism somewhere in Wubenfang to debate vigorously.

This Aye deserved it, and he was somewhat ashamed.

Li Zhi next to him had lightning-like eyes, but he put on a kind face: "Second brother, how much is the solar eclipse now?"

According to the order of heirs, Li Tai should be the fourth son after Li Chengqian, Li Kuan and Li Ke.

But Li Zhi's statement may not be wrong. He only talks about the legitimate son, not the concubine son, and it's okay in private.

Fan Zheng smiled wryly: "I have been eating all the time, I am extremely fat, and I am about to suffer from shortness of breath. Although I am full of smiles, my heart is depressed, and I don't know how long I can endure it."

Tao Zhiqiu had said these words in advance, although there are differences in the words, the meanings are close.

"Wen Qing guides him to write the training book? It's fine, let him have something to do."

Li Shimin finally felt relieved.

Li Zhi thought for a while: "In this way, I will have someone copy Master Xuanzang's "Da Tang Western Regions" and send it to my second brother on a post-horse."

Bian Ji, who wrote "Da Tang Western Regions" on behalf of Xuanzang, burst into tears, and no one thought of him.

Needless to say, this idea really appealed to Li Tai, if he hadn't been interested in mountains and rivers geography, he wouldn't have compiled "Kuo Di Zhi".

"Qing vigorously supports Yongzhou's medicine, so it's the same old days?"

Li Shimin frowned and asked the most important question.

I have to ask, the situation in Yongzhou is already abnormal, so don't we reserve some contingency funds in winter?

Fan Zheng smiled wryly: "This is what I wish, but medicine is really lacking too much! Not to mention utensils and medicinal materials, but the dolls for practicing acupuncture are all crudely made, and the sewing workers are probably as clumsy as this minister."

"You can't let Yongzhou medical students go out. They can't distinguish the medicinal materials, the cooking time is too low, and the acupuncture points are stuck in the flesh. Losing Yongzhou's face is a small matter, but making a fuss is a big matter."

"It's really a deficit, so I can only ask His Majesty for help."

Li Shimin pointed at Fan Zheng: "My subjects, there is no one as rascal as you."

"By the way, you moved to the Marquis's Mansion, and before I congratulated you, I gave you an envoy to use it with you."

Fan Zheng bowed slightly, taking it as thank you.

The third-rank officials were originally gifted to the palace maids, but Mrs. Liang's wife Lu was jealous, so many times they had to be given to the inner servants.

Even if Fan Zheng was reluctant, he had to bear it.

What, you dare to refuse the emperor's favor? (end of this chapter)