The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

In an instant, Li Chengqian realized that it must have been taught by the master his father mentioned.

This magical method that he had never heard of made Li Chengqian once again have the urge to visit an expert.

But he didn't even know the name of the master, so how could he find that person?

At this moment, Fang Xuanling actually said that he had figured out what was going on in the court today, and he must have known about the master.

Li Chengqian couldn't help but feel extremely excited.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Li Chengqian smiled and said, It's been a hard work, Prime Minister, let's have a cup of tea first.

Fang Xuanling took the tea cup and looked at Li Chengqian.

Although His Royal Highness Xindao is a little impatient, his temperament is also very good. Why has His Majesty been so unkind to His Majesty recently?

His Royal Highness, Your Majesty avoided talking about the master. He only told us that he is a young man who is not as good as a weak crown...

Not as good as a weakling? Li Chengqian stood up from his seat with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Fang Xuanling was stunned for a moment, secretly thinking that His Royal Highness' control of emotions was still too unfamiliar.

If His Majesty the Emperor saw him in this state, he would probably be disappointed again.

Yes, His Majesty the Emperor said it himself. Fang Xuanling nodded and sipped the tea from the cup.

For some reason, the usually fragrant tea turned out to be a bit bitter today.

That was just a young man who was not as good as a weak crown, but his knowledge far exceeded those of them, the so-called Tang Dynasty humerus.

For a moment, Fang Xuanling felt that her past decades had been in vain.

I don’t know, what would it feel like if Lao Du in the underground knew that such a genius came out of Datang?

Fang Xuanling thought to herself.

Name? Where do you live? My father didn't say anything at all? Li Chengqian's tone was a little urgent.

Fang Xuanling nodded.

He didn't want to attack Li Chengqian.

His Majesty the Emperor didn't say anything, obviously because he didn't want them to disturb the man.

In other words, I don’t want to

Let that person become a weapon in the confrontation between the prince and the princes.

That expert must be in Chang'an City. Prime Minister, I want to secretly search for this person. If necessary, we can follow my father...

Your Highness, this is absolutely impossible. If you dare to follow His Majesty, you will definitely be discovered. When the time comes, won't you be more in line with King Wei's wishes? Fang Xuanling couldn't hold it back and said loudly.

He was confused by Li Chengqian's words.

Follow the emperor, it’s a shame he figured it out!

If he is really being followed, something will definitely happen, which will give His Majesty the Emperor an excuse to depose the crown prince.

Fang Xuanling didn't even know what had happened to Li Chengqian recently.

He even dared to say such things.

Prime Minister, I have gone crazy, let's find that person secretly! Li Chengqian also realized that he was talking nonsense.

But considering that there are nearly a million people in Chang'an City, how difficult it is to find just one person.

Li Chengqian sighed slightly in his heart.

By the way, Your Highness, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in three days. Your Majesty attaches great importance to this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet and appointed ministers to take charge of this matter.

According to past practice, banquets have a civil-military ratio. If the East Palace can win the civil-military ratio and show the strength of the East Palace in front of His Majesty, ministers and people, it will also be of great benefit to His Highness the Crown Prince. Fang Xuanling and Li Chengqian said.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is the most grand festival in the Tang Dynasty except New Year's Eve.

The people who will come at that time will come with all kinds of identities.

If Li Chengqian can win, his position will definitely be much more stable.

Maybe we can also attract a lot of talented people to join us.

This Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is very important to Li Chengqian, especially in his current situation.

Thank you, Prime Minister, for reminding me. I will

Go and have someone prepare it right away. Li Chengqian nodded.

…

Zhao Chen was sitting in his tavern today. He brought a stool and basked in the sun by the steps.

When the little girls passing by saw Zhao Chen, they couldn't help but take a second look at him.

If someone is bold, he will come up to chat with Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen is used to it.

On the other hand, Uncle Fu, who was sitting in the tavern, secretly thought that the girls he was chatting with were all quite good-looking, so couldn’t his young master just say a few words to them?

Maybe I can take a beautiful wife back home!

Isn’t this pretty good?

Cheng Yaojin walked towards the Wangyou Tavern with a dark face, accompanied by Cheng Chumo who was half a step behind.

Compared with the ugly-looking Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Chumo seemed extremely excited.

As soon as the old man came out of the palace, he dragged Cheng Chumo out to find Zhao Chen.

He also said that he lost the bet he made with Zhao Chen last night.

Cheng Chumo was naturally shocked.

This bet was only made yesterday, so why did the old man lose today?

Is it true that, as Zhao Chen said, His Majesty the Emperor could renovate the Suzaku Avenue without spending any money?

Although Cheng Chumo was suspicious, the old man said he lost, so that meant he lost.

If Zhao Chen wins, then he will finally not be beaten again.

Touching his still blue eyes, Cheng Chumo's face was filled with joy.

Following Cheng Yaojin, his footsteps became much brisker.

If he hadn't been worried that he would show too much joy and attract a beating from the old man, Cheng Chumo would have rushed to the tavern long ago.

Old man, are you telling the truth?

His Majesty really asked those businessmen to pay for road construction without spending a penny at the court meeting?

And instead of resisting, the businessmen were very

Share joy?

Cheng Chumo was curious and couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Hmph! Cheng Yaojin snorted coldly, not bothering to talk to Cheng Chumo.

But he was thinking in his mind, should he eat the plate intact later, or break it and eat it again?

Men should keep their word.

Escape is not his nature.

Little bastard, I ask you, has Zhao Chen really never met His Majesty? Cheng Yaojin stopped and saw Zhao Chen sitting on the steps basking in the sun from a distance.

There were many little girls nearby who were looking at him timidly.

Probably not. Anyway, I've never seen it before! Cheng Chumo shook his head and said.

That's weird. Why do I feel like I was tricked by that kid? Cheng Yaojin frowned and continued walking forward.

…

Ahem - Cheng Yaojin stopped in front of Zhao Chen and coughed twice with an embarrassed expression.

It's time to eat from the plate later.

I don’t know if I can still poop out after eating!

Cheng Yaojin thought to himself.

General Cheng, Lao Cheng, you are here. It just so happens that the store has not opened yet. You are the first batch of guests. Please come in. Zhao Chen raised his head and saw Cheng and Cheng looking at him with smiles on their faces.

But seeing that Cheng Yaojin's expression seemed a little ugly, Zhao Chen couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Secretly guessing who offended this black-faced evil star.

Several people walked into the tavern, and the little girls secretly watching Zhao Chen were filled with disappointment. They glared at Cheng Yaojin and the two of them, turned around reluctantly, and looked back three times in one step.

Brother, the old man said, you won the bet last night! Cheng Chumo sat down and shared the good news with Zhao Chen with a smile without even drinking tea.

However, when Cheng Yaojin who was sitting aside heard this, he clenched his fists.