My servant in the Tang Dynasty is Li Shimin

Chapter 8 He's a Good Emperor
"Of course it's true, do I have to lie to you?"

Wang Yuan smiled lightly, met Lao Li's expectant gaze, and continued:
"Since Li Er came to the throne, he has learned how to use people well, and opened up the way of speaking. He has even been assisted by Wei Zheng, Changsun Wuji, Yu Chigong, Fang Xuanling and other capable ministers."

"It is because of them that Datang will prosper!"

"With copper as a mirror, you can straighten your clothes."

"With people as a mirror, you can understand the gains and losses."

"Using history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall."

"Li Er, who has achieved such achievements, if he is not a good emperor, which emperor has been worthy of being called Mingjun through the ages?"

Wang Yuan's tone was very calm, because this was a fact in his eyes.

After studying history for so many years, the emperors he personally admires most are Li Shimin and Chongzhen.

Both of them did what they knew they couldn't do.

When Lao Li heard these words, he was extremely shocked, and even felt a little grateful.

Not a good man, but a good emperor.

This is the first time Li Shimin has heard of this statement.

Because the history of the throne is full of blood, since he ascended the throne, he has done everything by himself, worked hard, worked diligently and cautiously.

He regards the construction of the Tang Dynasty as the second battle in his life, which is not at all easier than the war that ended the Sui Dynasty.

He believes that only by taking the lead and working hard can the turbulent situation since the end of the Sui Dynasty be stabilized, the people be peaceful and the world prosper.

Most importantly, he wants to stop the mouths of the people by building an unprecedentedly powerful empire!
He wants to wash away the blood on his body and make himself "righteous".

In a sense, he is indeed a "good emperor".

The old house on the side, seeing the change in Lao Li's expression, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he was also terrified in his heart.

This prince really dares to say anything!

Maybe, this is the young man, completely different from this bad old man.

"Now, are you satisfied?"

Seeing the reaction of the two, Wang Yuan chuckled again, then bid farewell to Aunt Liang, and prepared to return to the mansion.

Now Feixue has gradually become smaller, it's time to go back, otherwise he will be trapped here overnight, he doesn't want to sleep with Lao Li and Lao Fang, these two old men.

"Go back quickly, I have someone clean your room." Wang Yuan urged again.

"Lao Li" Lao Fang looked at Li Shimin.

When the emperor spends the night outside, not only will the influence be bad, but accidents are likely to occur.

If something really happened, no one could take that responsibility.

Lao Li looked at the gradually darkening sky, feeling silent in his heart.

After a while, he looked at Wang Yuan who had put on the animal skin coat again, and said with a smile:

"My lord, I have another question. If you were Li Shimin, how would you start this war?"

"Should we go to war in a month, or be patient?"

In fact, this was the reason why he came to Wang Yuan in the first place. He wanted to know how Prince Wang would break through the Turks, but he got off topic inexplicably while talking.

Before leaving, he wanted to ask clearly.

Because the next time I meet Prince Wang, it will probably be after the war is over.

"There are still questions? You are so curious. Damn, open the door for curiosity. Curiosity has reached home!"

Wang Yuan was annoyed, and said angrily, "I'm not Li Shimin, and I can't be Li Shimin!"

"And your question is so stupid!"

"This world is fought by Li Er. When it comes to marching and fighting, who can compare with Li Er?"

"Fighting after a month will take advantage of the right time and place."

"If you are more patient, you will occupy people's peace. After all, there are still people suffering from disasters, and they don't want to fight."

"How Li Er decides is his business."

Hearing the words, Lao Fang also took a slight breath, and looked at Lao Li solemnly: "Your Majesty is right, it is His Majesty's business."

"Indeed, this is His Majesty's business." Lao Li closed his eyes, and his eyes became sharp again.

He also realized that he was a little silly with this question.

Prince Wang can give him advice, but he still has to fight the battle himself.

Because it is Li Shimin who is the emperor!

"My lord, I still have some." Old Li Gang wanted to say something.

At this time, Wang Yuan urged again: "Okay, don't dawdle, I just brewed a batch of high-grade wine recently, and I am going to share it with everyone."

"Uncle Ming and the others are all greedy, so you don't need mother-in-law."

"High alcohol?"

Lao Li originally wanted to find an excuse and ask for leave to sneak out again. After all, he had to go to court tomorrow morning.

But when he heard that there was a high degree of alcohol, his mind suddenly became active.

How high can the high-altitude wine brewed by Wang Gongzi be?

Old Li hesitated for a while: "My lord, how high is your wine? To tell you the truth, I can drink very well."

"When the time comes, don't regret it!"

Although alcohol was banned in the army, as a veteran on the battlefield, he drank a lot to numb his nerves.

On the battlefield, gold and iron horses and good wine are indispensable, and they belong to the romance of men.

Only alcohol can make their blood boil, to face the death that may happen at any time!

Especially after becoming the emperor, he has collected a lot of old wine.

"Only you can still drink?"

Wang Yuan looked contemptuously: "Please don't compare the fruity water you drank with my high-quality wine."

"As long as you can carry a pot without getting drunk, I'll give you another seven days off, and you won't be deducted from your wages!"

"How? Do you dare to bet with me?"

Wang Yuan laughed, most of the drinks in Datang were fruity wines with only a few degrees of alcohol, and plain water was about the same. .

However, his newly brewed wine has been distilled several times, and the high-grade liquor produced is a full thirty degrees, and some sweet-scented osmanthus is sprinkled on it.

It is absolutely impossible for Lao Li to last a pot!
"Okay! It's a deal!" Lao Li immediately agreed, very excited!
When it comes to drinking, he is not afraid of anyone except Cheng Yaojin, that reckless man!

And it just happened to save him finding a reason to ask for leave, so he made up his bet!

Lao Fang: "???"

Didn't you just have to leave?
Why are you going to drink it now?
Fang Xuanling's heart twitched, and he wanted to persuade him, but seeing Li Shimin's expectant face, he dared not speak.

Being a human is really too difficult!

The three of them returned to Wang's mansion in this way, Lao Li and Wang Yuan were excited, only Lao Fang kept sighing.

That night, the Wang's mansion was brightly lit, and Wang Yuanzuo brewed a whole vat of high-quality wine, and distributed all of it that night.

In addition to the servants of the mansion, there are also many people in Lantian County, as long as they want to drink, Wang Yuan will give him some.

At first, Lao Li was a little skeptical about Wang Yuan's so-called high alcohol, but after taking a sip, he immediately looked excited.

What Prince Wang said is right, compared to it, the ones I drank before are simply boiled water!
This is real wine!

What kind of rubbish did I drink before!

Sure enough, Wang Yuan's family is full of treasures!

Even Lao Fang was extremely excited after trying it, and even drank harder than Lao Li and Wang Yuan!

"Come on! You asked me so many questions today, in return, you can't stand up today, you have to lie down!"

Inside the mansion, Wang Yuan jumped on the chair with the help of alcohol, and was full of pride, holding a porcelain bowl and yelling.

"Okay! If you don't get drunk today, you won't go home!"

Old Li couldn't stop laughing, following Wang Yuan's example, he also went into a drunken madness.

At this time, he had already forgotten how many pots he had drunk, anyway, he won the bet, but he didn't want to leave either.

In this way, the lights of Wang's mansion lasted all night.

The sun was rising in the east, and the first sun was shining. Outside the palace, a middle-aged man was holding a memorial, standing disheveled in the wind.

"Eh? Not going to court early? Where's Your Majesty?"

Wei Zheng, who was about to scold Li Shimin angrily, was in a daze at the moment!
(End of this chapter)