Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

The referee read all the review records, and everyone started a heated discussion, blaming each other.

Li Lizhi slapped the table: "Stop talking! The decisive battle will last until dawn!"

Everyone was excited: "Come on! Who is afraid of who?"

After playing a few more games, Yuchi Baoqi couldn't stand it any longer: "I can't stand it anymore, buddy, I have to go back to sleep. I really need to rest. Send me a few more copies of the review record. I'll withdraw first."

He didn't feel sad for Yuchi Baoqi's departure for a moment, and immediately joined the battlefield! Ahu!

Just like that, twelve more people gathered together and started pecking each other, and soon everyone was playing chase during the day, which was very addictive.

High-intensity mental activities are not as easy as these people thought. They feel tired and sleepy, and their minds are not clear at all.

The referee took the review record and advised: "Everyone, let's stop here. I'm also going to send a copy of the record to the British public. How about it?"

Li Lizhi waved her hand: "I am also tired, please rest. Give me a copy of the review record. I will study it carefully."

Everyone dispersed, and the referee put the first review record he had just transcribed in his arms and went to Yuchi Baoqi's room.

It was such a coincidence that Ah Qiao's father met Ah Qiao's mother. Standing at the door of Yuchi Baoqi's room was a Qin family army guard, holding a telegram that needed to be answered.

The referee looked at the guard: "Is the record for you?"

The guard thought it was a record of these days' voyages and a letter to the court to report that everything was safe. He nodded: "Yes, it's for me."

The referee didn't think too much and took out the review record from his pocket and gave it to his guard.

The guard handed over the telegram for the past few days: "This is the telegram for the past few days. Is it for you?"

The referee quickly shook his head: "No, no, this is beyond my control, not for me."

It happened that Li Lizhi came over here after washing up, took the telegram from the guard, and looked at it casually. They were all about the Tianwei Army and Li Shimin's greeting telegram.

"I'll take this. You don't have to worry about it. Let's go."

Li Lizhi opened the door and walked in. When she saw Yuchi Baoqi, who was sleeping sprawled out, she couldn't care less and just got under the quilt on the side.

The guard took the "voyage record" and went back to prepare for the telegraph operator to send a telegram. When he arrived in the telegraph room, he put it on the table: "Today's voyage record."

It was a coincidence that the telegraph operator was about to get off duty soon. At this time, a navigation record came in that made him very annoyed to translate.

"Don't look at me like that. There's no way the mission from above will come at this time. Just do it quickly. The boss is urging me."

The telegraph operator began to translate, and the more he translated, the more something was wrong. What is this and what is it? The British Duke is dead? Or did Princess Changle conspire with His Highness Li Tai, General Su Lie, and Ahu?

After translating all the records, the telegraph operator still felt something was wrong, so he copied another copy and planned to ask his commander.

Just as the front leg left, the back leg shift came. When he saw that the translated message had not been sent, he laughed and cursed.

"This kid is always lazy! Oh, my nephew should help him."

The telegraph operator who came on the new shift happened to be the uncle of the one who left first. After a few operations, the translated message was sent to the palace and the Tianwei Army camp.

Li Shimin is having a court meeting here. The main discussion of today's court meeting is the construction situation and development trends in the past three years, and checking for omissions and filling gaps.

These things cover the military, people's livelihood, infrastructure, technology, systems, and medical care. Basically, as long as you are in Chang'an and you are an official, you must come.

Fang Xuanling was engaged in disaster relief and reconstruction, Du Ruhui was recuperating from illness, and Changsun Wuji was in charge of development matters in Beidi. Li Shimin was a little sad.

Gao Shilian left work and said: "Your Majesty, why not let the officials of the Ministry of Revenue report this year's tax first? As the saying goes, don't panic if you have money in your hands."

Li Shimin waved his hand: "Yes."

Xuanling, Shangshufang of the Ministry of Finance, was doing disaster relief, and what came out was a rather young official, but he had a strong aura and gave people a very confident feeling.

"This year, the agricultural tax is 15 million taels, the commercial tax is 80 million taels, and the financial management income is 5.5 million taels. The account books have been sealed and stored in the warehouse. The agricultural tax is still deposited in the bank for financial management, and the commercial tax is 80 million taels. The two can be moved at any time, and the financial management income will go directly into internal funds as before."

Li Shimin was a little excited, and the ministers below were even more excited. Who has seen the tax revenue of ten million taels of silver? who! Who else!

The ministers below all congratulated Li Shimin: "Congratulations to your Majesty, congratulations to your Majesty, this is a truly prosperous time!"

Li Shimin didn't think so. All he thought about was that he had an extra 5.5 million taels of money, and he was no longer poor.

Just when Li Shimin was immersed in compliments and congratulations and couldn't extricate himself, Zhang Ananda walked to Wang De and gave him a translated message.

Wang De just glanced at it, and with just such a glance, Wang De was so anxious that he couldn't stand upright on the spot and slumped down beside the imperial desk.

Wang De's knuckles turned white while holding the telegraph newspaper. He had obviously used a lot of force. His lips were trembling constantly. Tears fell unconsciously. He subconsciously looked for Li Shimin who could rely on him.

Wang De burst into tears when he met Li Shimin's majestic and questioning eyes.

"Your Majesty! The British prince has passed away! Wuwuwuwuwuwu!"

Yuchi Jingde was taking a nap while leaning against a pillar. He suddenly heard that his son was missing. He was frightened and woke up: "What did you say! Say it again!"

Wang De could not say anything, he just grabbed the telegram and cried loudly. Pieces, pieces, and scenes of the past gags with Yuchi Baoqi passed by Wang De's eyes like a marquee. He wanted to catch it, but he was powerless.

Li Shimin looked at Zhang Ananda, who also nodded vaguely and confirmed the contents of the telegram.

Li Shimin grabbed the armrests of the dragon chair with both hands. Unknowingly, his tears had soaked his dragon robe, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.

"How...how did he die! Who...who can kill him! I want him to annihilate his entire clan, I want him to be cut into pieces! Ahhhhhhh!"

Li Shimin has fallen into endless pain and madness. If any potential target of revenge appears in front of him, there is only one way to die, and it must be a tragic death!

Yuchi Jingde recovered from the impact, walked quickly to Wang De, pried off Wang De's fingers, and took the telegram from Wang De's hand with difficulty.

"At night, Li Chunfeng protected Yuchi Baoqi. Princess Changle, Su Lie, Ahu, and His Highness Li Tai conspired to kill Yuchi Baoqi. Yuchi Baoqi died.... However, Li Chunfeng protected him in advance, and Yuchi Baoqi poisoned him with his backhand. Princess Changle...."

Yuchi Jingde raised his head: "Xiaobao is not dead."

Li Shimin listened to Yuchi Jingde's words: "Not dead, not dead! Wait, who did Xiaobao poison? Who conspired to murder Xiaobao? Beauty? Beauty!"