Changsun Wuji praised Lao Li for strategizing and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away. He knew early on that the Tubo people were making small moves in Jiannan, and ordered Li Daliang to prepare for war, which led to this great victory.

Lao Li was a little happy after drinking some wine at that time, and he followed Changsun Wuji's flattery without hesitation.

This startled Li Mingda, who was eating next to him. Looking at Lao Li who was a little drunk, Li Mingda grabbed the meat pie and continued to chew it.

mutton

There is not enough chopped green onion, and there are no onions or anything like that. Fortunately, this is the palace of the Tang Dynasty, the spices are quite sufficient, and there is not such a strong smell of mutton. If you look carefully, there is a faint floral fragrance mixed in.

Before they had even taken a few bites, Lao Li, who was a little drunk, felt that something was wrong when they took advantage of the news.

He didn't remember that he had reviewed Jiannan's memorial.

Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

Won't

Li Shimin is quite confident in his memory.

There's something wrong here.

Because he was a little confused, Li Shimin didn't drink too much with Cheng Yaojin and the others as usual.

Seeing that Li Shimin was thinking, Changsun Wuji and others thought that Li Shimin was just worried about Tubo, so they didn't drink so much. They ended the banquet early because of official business.

Several ministers resigned one after another, and Li Shimin, feeling slightly drunk, ordered Duan Hong beside him: "Go and get the memorial from Jiannan in the past two months."

Not only are there backup copies of the memorials approved by Li Shimin, but the originals must also be preserved. Only individual unimportant flattering memorials will be destroyed.

Li Mingda, who was standing next to him, made a sound in his heart: Bad dish, Lao Li feels something is wrong. What should I do? Should I act cute to divert Lao Li's attention?

Thinking for himself, Li Mingda gave up the idea. It was too dangerous. It was better to wait and see what happened. Anyway, Li Mingda had never written seriously in front of Li Shimin. At most, he only used a brush to draw turtles nearby.

Not long after, Duan Hong came over with a few eunuchs carrying a stack of memorials.

not much

Six or seven copies in total

Li Shimin looked through them one by one, and finally focused on the ones reviewed by Li Mingda.

On the memorial with the words "prepare for war".

Look east

Look at the West

This is my own handwriting

But I always feel like I have no impression

"Duanhong"

"exist"

"Look, did I write this?"

Duan Hong followed the memorial pointed by Old Li and glanced at it.

"It's His Majesty's handwriting, but..."

"But what?"

Li Mingda perked up his ears and his heart skipped a beat.

"The handwriting is a little light"

Um?

Li Shimin picked up the memorial, looked around, saw the handwriting printed on the memorial, and nodded: "There are indeed some."

"Duanhong, has anyone gone to the Imperial Study Room to read my memorial?"

Another proposition

Duan Hong replied, so who wrote it, when, was it written by someone else, what did the guards in the royal study do, what if it was an assassin, and did you Duan Hong neglect his duty?

A lot of questions were waiting for him, and Duan Hong began to think about how to answer them.

Li Mingda looked at Duan Hong without saying anything. Old Li frowned a little. If this matter was really pursued, the secret would be exposed.

The so-called lies are actually sometimes worse than the truth. Li Mingda plans to tell the truth once and resolve this crisis.

The fat little paws, a little greasy, grabbed onto the memorial.

She said to Lao Li with a sweet voice: "Father, father, I've seen this little Sizi before, I've seen this little Sizi before."

Duan Hong was stunned, has this little ancestor seen it? I, Duan, don’t know, pills~!

"Oh?" Lao Li looked at the girl who made a milky sound and asked Li Mingda curiously: "Where have you seen little Sizi?"

"Little Si Zi also played on Father's desk for a while."

Did your daughter play with it?

Li Shimin looked at his daughter, then at the memorial, and again at his daughter, with doubts on his face: "Really?"

"Yeah"(￣￣)~*

Lao Li was a little surprised. How come his daughter had seen it and played with it?

; Li Shimin has never doubted that his daughter, who is less than two years old, can write the same handwriting as his own.

Only then did Lone Hong, Lao Li's personal bodyguard, remember something. It seemed that one day, Li Mingda turned over the memorial on Li Shimin's desk, and seemed to have taken a brush and scratched it a few times.

Lonely Hong never thought that Li Mingda was there to review the memorial. He defaulted to Li Mingda painting turtles or something there.

When Li Shimin asked this question today, Lonely Hong suddenly remembered it and suddenly thought, could it be...

Lonely Hong didn't dare to continue thinking about it. If he said it was the memorial reviewed by Li Mingda, he would be the first to die. He wouldn't stop him even if he saw it. What's even more frightening is that Li Mingda was not even two years old. He wouldn't believe it even if he told him.

One thing must be revealed as soon as possible.

Lonely Hong held up his hands: "Your Majesty, Princess Jinyang has indeed read the memorial, but I don't know if it is this one."

There were even individuals who testified about this matter. One was his own daughter and the other was a personal guard. Both parties were trustworthy people.

Li Shimin's doubts subsided, and he sighed slightly drunkenly: "I, maybe I am really old, and I don't even remember the memorials I reviewed, hey."

"My father is not old, and he can give Mingda another younger brother."

Li Shimin had no intention of continuing this topic, because he remembered that one day after he had sex with his wife, Li Mingda said at the door: How are my skills?

Those were Li Shimin’s flirting words with his own wife!

Although the Li family is relatively open-minded, there are still times when they are embarrassed.

"Haha, little Sizi, you want your younger brother so much."

"Ha, when little Sizi has a younger brother, you can ask him: How are my skills?"

Old Li's face turned dark

Duanhong and Lonely Hong decisively turned their faces away. They continued to listen to this topic without changing. One was the privacy issue of the emperor and empress. The other was that one of them was single and the other was worse than a single person. What could they do if they knew so much?

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Lao Li was embarrassed for a long time: "Well, Xiao Sizi, you shouldn't say this to your brother."

Pretend you don't understand

The cute little Sizi continued to ask Lao Li: "Then why did the father tell this to the mother?"

Lao Li decided that he would hide this matter from his daughter in the future: "Little Sizi, you will know this when you grow up."

Old Li waved his hand: "Duanhong, take the princess back to rest."

Is Lao Li going to use his drinking power to find those concubines? Hehe, how could I not help my mother to win favor?

He stretched out his little paws and clawed Li Shimin's sleeves, making a milky voice with a bit of sadness: "Father, little Sizi doesn't want to leave."

"Um?"

The cuteness made him bleed. Li Shimin looked at his daughter, like a wailing little beast, and his heart of doting on his daughter resolutely ignited: "Okay, if I don't leave, I won't leave. Come on, father, I will take you to find your mother."

"Uh-huh"

The cuteness was successful, Li Mingda himself was picked up by Lao Li, and walked towards the Li Zheng Palace with the support of the eunuchs.

At this time, after the storm was over and he stayed in the imperial study room for another two months, Li Mingda planned to take the next step.
Chapter completed!