Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 369
Li Shimin's tone of voice was not high, but the content of his words caught the attention of civil and military officials in an instant. Everyone sat in their respective tables and looked at Fang Yiai with horror, obviously wanting to see the number one scholar how to react.

Fang Yiai suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and walked slowly towards the empty seats. There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, as if she was in the sea of ​​clouds, and Qin Jingniang's beautiful image filled her mind.

After taking her seat, Fang Yiai took a deep breath, fixed her eyes on the dishes on the table, and shouted loudly in her heart to protest, but how dare she express it openly.

"Long live Qi, Jin'er is not yet married." Changsun Wuji was overjoyed, and glanced at Fang Yiai, feeling the pleasure of the long-lost revenge.

Li Shimin looked at Fang Yi'ai, seeing that he had no objection to his behavior, his treacherous gaze was replaced by relief and approval.

"Since that's the case, the widow has chosen a good day to ask Qin Jingniang and Changsun Jin to complete the festive candles?" Li Shimin raised his glass and drank, his eyes always staring at Fang Yi'ai without leaving for a moment.

"Thank you, long live, but I wonder if Marshal Qin will agree?" Changsun Wuji was scheming and set Qin Qiong on fire with just a few words.

Fang Yiai tried her best to restrain her dissatisfaction, and clenched her hands hidden in the sleeves of her robe so tightly that Gao Shilian, who was on one side, could hear the bones being oppressed and making "clack" sounds.

Gao Shilian raised his glass and said, "Dragon Scholar, I would like to offer you a toast, may I be willing to honor you?"

His thoughts were disturbed, Fang Yiai hid what was on his mind, raised his wine glass, and said with gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you, Uncle."

"This is it." Gao Shilian drank with a smile, as the eldest grandson Wuji's uncle, for some reason, he began to point out his nephew's enemies.

Qin Qiong was sitting at the head of the military generals, seeing Li Shimin and Changsun Wuji looking at him, it seemed that this Generalissimo entered and exited the army like no one, but at this time, he was rarely sitting on wax.

If Qin Jingniang is promised to marry Changsun Jin, then Fang Yiai will be completely separated from her. If she refuses to comply with the order, the Qin family will be greeted by those icy chains and ankles.

Just when Qin Qiong was in a dilemma, and all civil and military officials were looking forward to it, the words that came from their ears almost made everyone stand up from the banquet.

"Qin Guogong, this matter is a great thing, why don't you take the decree and thank you?" Fang Xuanling stood up, feeling guilty for her son, and said the only thing that could save Fang and Qin's family.

A flash of surprise flashed in Li Shimin's eyes, he turned his head to look at Fang Xuanling, and instantly saw through Prime Minister Fang's good intentions.

Fang Yi'ai had just stabilized her mind under Gao Shilian's advice, when she suddenly heard her father's words about killing relatives righteously, she felt the blood rushing up in her chest, and most of the insignificant efforts to nourish her qi were dissipated immediately.

Qin Qiong looked at Fang Xuanling, knowing his father-in-law's painstaking efforts, he had no choice but to say against his will: "Thank you, long live."

"Okay! In this way, the old man can prepare the betrothal gift and welcome the daughter to the mansion in a splendid manner." Changsun Wuji deliberately raised his voice, clearly speaking to Fang Yiai.

After saying a few words and intimidating the prime minister and marshal of the army to make a decision against his will, Li Shimin nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "These widows have to prepare the next congratulatory gift."

As soon as this remark came out, the Wanhua Hall burst into laughter. Under the laughter, there were more flattery against their will. Of course, Changsun Wuji's party was not among them.

Amidst the congratulations of the crowd, Fang Yi'ai was particularly eye-catching. I saw the number one scholar with a livid face, pouring himself a drink from time to time, and feeling extremely depressed in his heart.

"Long live is obviously afraid of the combination of power in the hands of father and Marshal Qin. Even so, if I resign at worst, Ma Fangnanshan will be at ease!"

The more Fang Yiai thought about it, the angrier she became, and Qing Juan's face became slightly distorted. In just one breath, four or five times she had the idea of ​​resigning from office.

Li Shimin looked sideways, saw Fang Yiai's expression was treacherous and sullen, and felt that the suppression of Zhuangyuan Lang was at a critical moment, so he turned to Bai Jian and said, "Bring out the memorial."

"What memorial?" Bai Jian was only concerned with arguing for Fang Yi's grievances, and for a moment forgot the "Locust Plague and Flood in Henan Province" written by his left hand.

"What are you talking about!" Li Shimin raised his left hand slightly and said angrily.

After being reminded, Bai Jian quickly took out the "Fake Memorial" from her sleeve, and handed it to Li Shimin with both hands.

Putting the memorial on the table, Li Shimin pretended to exchange pleasantries with the envoys of the Bohai Kingdom, and then said loudly: "My loves."

As soon as Li Shimin's words came out, the Ten Thousand Flowers Hall fell silent. All the civil and military officials looked at Tang Taizong respectfully.

"Henan Road is suffering from locust plagues and floods. I intend to select talents from Beijing to assist the governor of Henan Province in dealing with the disaster, but I don't know which love minister will go there voluntarily?"

After saying the word "Go voluntarily", Li Shimin looked at Fang Yiai, and his eyes met. Although it was just eye contact, it was worth a thousand words.

"Long live what do you want me to do? Could it be that you want me to go to Henan Province to deal with the disaster?" Fang Yiai looked away and lowered her head in thought.

Civil and military officials whispered to each other, none of them knew what kind of medicine Li Shimin sold in this gourd.

"Long live to ask the officials of central Beijing to go to Henan Province to deal with the disaster? Thinking that the officials of central Beijing are all in important positions, how can they go to the local magistrate?"

"If we are allowed to handle government affairs and send and receive memorials from various places, it will be fine. I have never learned how to deal with locust plagues and floods."

"That's right, the Tao of Confucius and Mencius and the theory of Lao and Zhuang have never talked about how to control floods."

While the ministers were discussing, Li Shimin looked at Fang Yi'ai calmly, saw him bowed his head in silence, and then spoke again, "Xianghe Road is an important town in our dynasty, and the plague of locusts and floods is like a tiger that swallows people. Don't you love me?" Is there no one in Qing who is willing to make a living for the people?"

Fang Yiai was in the midst of being depressed, when she suddenly heard the words "Living for the living and the people", her heart froze immediately, and she realized that Tang Taizong's words were for herself.

"Long live really wants me to go to Henan Province, I think I am still young, how can I do it to deal with the disaster!"

Although puzzled in her heart, Fang Yiai still attended the event, stood in the middle of the hall, cupped her hands and said, "I am a humble minister, I am willing to go to Henan Province to assist the governor to rectify the disaster."

Because Li Shimin dismissed her from an official position, Fang Yiai replied at this time, claiming that she had also changed from a student to a humble minister.

Fang Yiai's tone of voice was not loud, and her tone was a little decadent, but it was no less than nine days of thunder to everyone's ears. They all looked at the newcomer Shangshu Youcheng, and the horror in their eyes could not be hidden.

"Isn't this kid crazy? He was just appointed as Shangshu Youcheng by Long Live, an official of the fourth rank!"

"Yeah, he went to Henan Province, at best, he was just a magistrate, how can he be compared with the official title of Shangshu Province?"

"Fang Jun is absolutely crazy! He has honestly lived in Shangshu Province for five years, and he is still a Shangshu if he is not a prime minister. What is he doing in Henan Province? To be a governor? To be a governor? The two princesses stay in Beijing as widows?"

Li Shimin stroked his beard and smiled, and secretly praised Fang Yiai for his exquisite seven-orifice, and said, "Fang Jun, you have to think about it, Henan Road is no better than Beijing, are you really going?"

"I don't want to, but can I say it?" Fang Yiai rolled her eyes while holding back her dissatisfaction, and then said against her will, "Students are willing to share their worries for Long Live."

"Okay! Then you go to Meiwu County, which is the most affected. Let's be the county magistrate for now." Li Shimin's tone was noncommittal, and all the officials were puzzled. All have a fever.

Fang Yiai resisted the doubts and incomprehensions in her heart, knelt down and thanked En, a trace of resentment flashed across Fang Yi's heart in an instant as Xie En's words came out of her lips.

"Long live, what's the meaning of this? Why does Ai'er force himself to stand out?" Fang Xuanling sighed, helpless, he had no choice but to use wine to dispel the depression in his heart.

When Changsun Wuji saw that Fang Yiai recommended himself to go to Henan Province, he couldn't help being ecstatic and thought, "Little beast, if there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and if there is no way to hell, you come and vote. Do you know who the governor of Henan Province is? Fanqian to Meiwu County, I will definitely make you die in the flood!"

Just when Changsun Wuji was secretly happy, Li Shimin's words immediately blew away the joy in his heart.

"I think Shubao and Wuji are important ministers in the court, and the marriage of their children must not be sloppy. The marriage will be held after I personally choose it!"

(End of this chapter)