I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

"At the court, is there any discussion about the crown prince recently?" Li Tai played with the teacup in his hand, which was given to him by an elder of the gentry who was admitted to the imperial academy.

It means to let Li Tai take care of his children.

It also means to cling to Li Tai.

Li Daozong replied: "Nothing."

Li Tai frowned slightly: "How is His Royal Highness King Jin?"

What disturbed him the most was this point. Although he had a bit more power than his younger brother, in terms of distance, this younger brother was a little closer to his father.

"No performance." Li Daozong replied again, "I never speak in the court."

Li Tai nodded in satisfaction.

Li Daozong paused, and after he nodded, he added: "It's just...everything His Majesty has said recently has been extremely detailed, pointing out the intricate details."

Li Tai's heart skipped a beat, and before he could loosen his brows, they twisted into knots in an instant: "Is that so?"

Li Daozong didn't speak, just nodded his head heavily.

what does this mean?
Li Tai knew in his heart that either his father thought that Li Zhi was also qualified to be a prince and wanted to cultivate him, or his father thought that Li Zhi was the only one who was qualified to be a prince.

Relatively speaking, Li Tai thinks it is the latter.

If you think they are all, why would you pull yourself away from the court.

But... why?
Li Tai still doesn't think that Li Zhi is any better than him, just because he has a closer relationship with Duke Zhengyang?
Or…

Just because Li Zhi was admitted to the so-called scholar, do you think he is better than yourself?
Holding the hand holding the tea bowl, Li Tai unknowingly exerted force, and his fingertips turned pale, with only a trace of abnormal blood showing inch by inch.

"The matter of the court, I have to leave it to you." Li Tai took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound less fluctuating.

Li Daozong nodded in response.

After the two of them discussed some more matters, Li Daozong stood up and said goodbye.

There were some disturbances in the court because of this.

Yi Xin's reward came down, a county in Yingzhou Xiandu, and a reward of [-] acres of land, but... more land, other rewards will be less, no household closure, and no right to private soldiers .

Of course, Yi Xin didn't care about these things.

Regarding Yin Xuan's award, there was still a lot of noise in the court, and now that Lord Zhengyang's position is too high, it is really difficult to discuss what to give.

Some people feel more, but at the same time some people feel less.

Li Shimin already felt a headache.

嗏

What made him even more troublesome happened. The matter of the crown prince that had been put on hold was brought up again.

Li Shimin did have this idea recently.

But...just having something doesn't mean you have to do it.

Simply, he just let these people quarrel, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and listened to what kind of fart these people can let out.

This quarrel even delayed the discussion of Yin Xuan's reward.

The little old man Wang Gui didn't express any opinions.

I started to do the errands I had received earlier.

With great fanfare, notices were posted all over the city, bluntly saying that the imperial court is not allowed to build temples privately, if found out, there must be heavy punishment, and if someone informs, after verification, there will be rewards.

This made Chang'an city feel like everyone was in danger.

Dongshi, in a small tea shop.

Several men in linen clothes sat together, frowning.

A few of them are not from Chang'an, but people from several villages near Chang'an. They usually rely on reselling some mountain goods, or selling interesting things in Chang'an city back to their own villages.

It is the person who eats with Yin Xuan Dongfeng.

Of course, in addition to this, they also have a common identity - that is, the administrator of the ancestral hall, not the ancestral hall of their own Zhuangzi, but... Zhengyang Gong Temple.

"What do you think the imperial court thinks?" A person sipped his tea, sullenly, "Duke Zhengyang's achievements can't be built as a temple?"

Another person ordered the table: "What do those high-ranking nobles in the imperial court do with their brains? It's not something we worry about."

"The key right now is...whether the temple that has been erected should be demolished."

dismantle?
This is not the choice they want in their hearts.

But don't tear it down...

The notice was written in black and white, clearly written, and it was even the crime of beheading.

Some people think that there is no need to stand on the opposite side of the court if it is to be demolished. Your own head is the most important thing. If you are at home, you just need to fix a few more tablets for Zhengyang Gong.

Some people think that there is no need to demolish it. What happened to the court?
They would rather be beheaded by the court than abandon Zhengyanggong Temple, otherwise they would betray what they believed in. Similarly, they also feel that this is very sorry for Zhengyanggong.

Several waves of people became more and more noisy, and people from the two tables next to them also joined in. If it wasn't for Dr. Cha watching over them, waiting for them to fight, throw things, and then calculate the money, they would have started.

At this moment, a person noticed a person sitting beside him who had never participated in the discussion.

Even... smiling and acting unusual.

"Wang Zhong, why don't you speak?" a person asked.

The man named Wang Zhong sighed softly, drank the tea in the tea bowl, and shook his head: "You guys are still too young to understand what this is all about."

Everyone was taken aback, blinked and looked at him, to see what kind of talk he had.

Wang Zhong waved his hand and motioned them to sit down: "I'll tell you one thing, after I finish, you may understand."

These people sat down obediently, Dr. Cha heaved a sigh of relief.

"Do you know Zhang Gou?" Wang Zhong asked a question.

Someone nodded, this is from Zhuangzi nearby.

Some people shook their heads, they were from Chang'an, they just got involved in this topic.

A person explained: "Zhang Gou is a local ruffian in their village. He has always regarded himself as a knight-errant, but these years, Lord Zhengyang has ruled the knight-errants, and he dare not even say this reason."

"Stealing chickens and dogs for a living. I used to go to Zhengyang Gong's workshop, but because of stealing, I was sent to the county government for a year."

"He is a shameless person."

Those who didn't understand nodded.

Wang Zhong continued: "A few days ago, the imperial court posted a notice saying that they wanted to report and expose the private temple. At least five hundred coins would be rewarded."

"Zhang Gou thought about it, and rushed to report our Zhuangzi's Zhengyang Gong Temple."

As soon as his words fell to the ground, there was a sound of gasping for air.

Has someone reported it?

In addition to fear, it is anger.

Duke Zhengyang is so virtuous, yet...someone still reports on his temple!Just for a mere five hundred Wen, did you sell your conscience and personality?