Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Fang Xuanling was on the verge of collapse, and every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Eighteen times, eighteen times! A full eighteen times! That idiot Cheng Zhijie! He drove his car past my house eighteen times!"

"He even parked his car outside my house. When my doorman saw that it was him, he didn't dare to argue with him and went back to look for me! He looked for me! What's the point of looking for me!"

"Cheng Zhijie pulled me, he pulled me, I couldn't get away, I couldn't get away at all, he kept talking about the inline six-cylinder engine, the bright red brake calipers that were extremely threatening, and the comfortable rear large space that provided a comfortable driving experience..."

"It's nothing, it's nothing! At the last minute he finally let me out of the car, and when he left he rolled down the window and said to me, 'Lao Fang, don't you have it? Don't you have it?'"

Fang Xuanling was already covering his face and crying bitterly: "Wuwuwu, yes, I didn't, I didn't! Ying Wang Yuchi Baoqi! You have no heart!"

Du Ruhui stood up with the help of his two sons and walked tremblingly to Yuchi Baoqi.

"General Li Jing told me that this car was given by His Majesty the King of England as a reward to outstanding people who have devoted their lives to the Tang Dynasty. I know I am not qualified, so I will take my leave."

As he spoke, Du Ruhui asked his two sons to support him home. His lonely and desolate back was imprinted in Yuchi Baoqi's eyes.

"Well, I didn't say I wouldn't punish the civil servants. You are all pillars of the country and the backbone of the court. There is no reason for you to ride in a carriage to attend court."

Du Ruhui shook off the arms of his two sons who were supporting him, and walked in front of Yuchi Baoqi at a speed that was unusual for an old man: "Really?"

Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "The model of that car is called 'Tang Wu', so the corresponding one is naturally 'Tang Wen'. They are originally two different models. There is no reason to deceive you."

Wei Zheng, the old man, sat on the stone lion at the gate of the Duke of E's mansion and said, "That sounds good, but where is the car?"

All the civil officials looked at Wei Zheng, and then looked at Yuchi Baoqi with doubt. Yuchi Baoqi spread his hands and said, "The Tang Wu car is based on your Majesty's car as a template, and it was modified and confirmed for production. So it didn't take too much time to design it."

"The car factory is currently producing another model. This is a more urgent matter. If things go wrong, something serious will happen and people will die."

"I think that all of you literary giants who have devoted your entire lives to the country will not do something that is detrimental to unity just to satisfy your own selfish desires, right?"

Chai Shao held onto the motorcycle tightly: "Okay! Deadline! Sign a document!"

Yuchi Baoqi counted on his fingers and said, "Next year, but we have to make a deal. The generals paid for the car with banknotes. This car is not cheap. When you go to court, ask the generals and decide whether to buy it or not."

After much persuasion, these crazy civil servants were finally persuaded to leave. Yuchi Baoqi handed the motorcycle to the doorman and walked straight into the mansion.

"You said that this matter has caused a lot of trouble. I'm going to make a lot of money again. You are rushing to give me money. You really suffer from your lack of education."

Returning to her own yard and pushing the door into the room, Li Lizhi patted Yuchi Canglan's back and sang a sweet and sticky Jiangnan tune to coax the child to sleep.

Yuchi Baoqi used the system's high-definition camera to record this divine moment. The slight sound from the door rafters made Li Lizhi glance sideways. She put her finger on her lips, signaling Yuchi Baoqi to keep the noise down.

After making sure that Yuchi Canglan was asleep, Li Lizhi picked up the child and put him in his crib, stretching herself: "Well, mother said that your son is just like you when you were little, playing hard during the day and not sleeping at night, and I am so tired."

Yuchi Baoqi picked up Li Lizhi and said, "Will your son be as smart as me and as beautiful as you in the future?"

Li Lizhi hooked her arms around Yuchi Baoqi's neck and said, "Keep your voice down. Don't wake me up again. By the way, my father sent me a telegram saying that he wants you to attend court tomorrow. I didn't reply. Do you want to go?"

"They said you don't have a position, so I'll give you a position as Director of Foreign Affairs tomorrow so that you can handle the affairs of those small foreign countries that come to the Tang Dynasty."

Yuchi Baoqi rolled his eyes and carried Li Lizhi to the bed: "I knew it was not a good thing, alas."

Li Lizhi covered Yuchi Baoqi with the quilt and said, "Go to sleep. Canglan will sleep in the room today. I gave the little girls a day off. They also want to go to the night market."

It was 4:50 in the morning when Yuchi Baoqi woke up again. Li Lizhi was anxiously looking for the clothes that Yuchi Baoqi was going to wear: "Has the purple silk silk from the Ministry of Rites and the Weaving Bureau not been delivered yet?"

Yuchi Baoqi sat on the edge of the bed, swaying as if he could fall into it at any time and sleep until noon. Li Lizhi tossed and turned, leaving only the Duke's clothes.

Although it is a bit old, the colors and patterns of the clothes of the third rank official and the prince are similar, with only minor differences. So that's it.

Li Lizhi fiddled with Yuchi Baoqi, until he put on his clothes and hooked his jade belt. If you don't look at Yuchi Baoqi's shaky appearance, you would think that she is as beautiful as jade and unparalleled in the world. What young master? He is already the child's father.

"Oh come on, you're late again!"

Yuchi Baoqi brushed her teeth and washed her face under Li Lizhi's care, pouting her lips and saying, "I want a kiss."

Li Lizhi was speechless: "Dear dear, dear, my ancestor, please hurry up!"

Worried that Yuchi Baoqi might get into an accident while riding a motorcycle while still asleep, Li Lizhi specifically asked the doorman to find the former coachman. Since the horse-drawn carriages in the Duke of E's Mansion were basically no longer used, the coachman was transferred to work as a gardener in the courtyard's gardening.

As the saying goes, a gardener who cannot drive is certainly not a good cook. The middle-aged man held the reins which he had not held for a long time, and that passion and excitement surged in his heart again.

Li Lizhi urged, "Hurry up and send the prince to the palace. It will be too late if you are late. Remember to hurry!"

The gardener, no, the coachman pulled his straw hat down, and the reins in his hands seemed to be sharp arrows: "Don't worry, Princess. I was able to break through the siege of 5,000 to 100,000 miles back then, and I can do it now."

The carriage rushed out with a "whoosh". Yuchi Baoqi felt the surging power of the big V8 in the carriage, and his whole body was almost shaken in the carriage.

The journey that was supposed to take twenty minutes only took eight minutes. The driver took off his straw hat and fanned himself: "Master, we've arrived at the palace."

Yuchi Baoqi got out of the carriage with difficulty and patted the driver on the shoulder: "I won't ride in your carriage anymore. It gives me a headache."

The guards of the palace city have been replaced by a hundred cavalrymen, two of whom are fully armed. Except for the special police five- or six-charged rifles, they are almost fully equipped.

The two hundred knights were very panicked. They thought that the King of England coming to the palace at this hour must be a big event, so they hurried forward to ask.

"Your Majesty, this way please. Do you need to mobilize the Hundred Cavalry and the Right Guard?"

Yuchi Baoqi slowly hit out one?