The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Perhaps it was because she regarded Zhao Chen as a friend that she confided in her heart like this.

Zhao Chen looked at Li Ruoshuang and thought that war is not a competition.

If she won at the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet, there would be people supporting her in leading the army.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Chen didn't want to shatter Li Ruoshuang's dream at this moment, so he poured a glass of wine with her and said with a smile, It's a pity that I don't like the excitement, otherwise I would definitely be there to cheer you on!

Zhao Chen, don't be discouraged. I have already written to my father. He knows many people and will definitely be able to find a cure for you. Li Ruoshuang thought that Zhao Chen was in a bad mood and tried to persuade him.

Miss Ruoshuang is serious. I've had enough wine today. If you drink any more, you'll get drunk. Let's stop it! Zhao Chen said to Li Ruoshuang with a smile.

He was just talking casually.

Unexpectedly, Li Ruoshuang had already sent a letter to Li Jing, asking him to help find a way to cure Qi diseases.

Although I am grateful, I have to admit it.

Even Sun Simiao was at his wits' end. Who else could cure this disease?

Zhao Chen now wants to know when this cheating system will give him medical skills!

Li Ruoshuang nodded, glanced at Zhao Chen, then stood up and left.

…

Two nights later, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet arrived as scheduled.

The sage of the Tang Dynasty had already informed the people of Chang'an City two days ago.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be held in the square outside Tai Chi Hall.

As soon as the sky fell, the people of Chang'an City were invited to the direction of the imperial city.

Zhao Chen! Zhao Chen had just finished dinner with Uncle Fu when he saw Cheng Chumo standing on the steps of the tavern calling him.

Qin Huaiyu also stood beside Cheng Chumo.

Lao Cheng, Xiao Qin, why are you here? Zhao Chen said with a smile, a little surprised.

These two people are qualified to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet outside Tai Chi Hall.

It's really strange to come here to find yourself.

Hey, isn't this the Mid-Autumn Festival? Xiao Qin and I think it would be better for the three of us brothers to spend this year's Mid-Autumn Festival together! Cheng Chumo walked up to Zhao Chen and put a hand on Zhao Chen's shoulder.

But……

Stop it, brother, the Mid-Autumn Festival only comes once a year, you can't miss it! Before Zhao Chen could speak, Qin Huaiyu put his arm around Zhao Chen's other shoulder.

Sir, you haven't been out for a long time. Let's go and have some fun today. Uncle Fu also advised from the side.

Zhao Chen came to Chang'an City from Wannian County. He only went back to Wannian County once last time.

In the past few months, he has not been out of the tavern.

As a teenager who loves to play, Uncle Fu is also worried that if this continues, Zhao Chen will be depressed.

Two young masters, my young master is weak, so please take care of me. Uncle Fu said to Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu.

Don't worry, Uncle Fu. I will definitely stay with my brother and never leave him. When I come back, I will give you the complete package. Cheng Chumo said, patting his chest.

Uncle Fu, why don't you go have tea with Divine Doctor Xue? He has invited you several times today! Seeing several people saying this, Zhao Chen had no choice but to agree.

Thinking that Dr. Xue, who prescribed medicine to him, had come several times today and invited Uncle Fu to have tea, Zhao Chen said to Uncle Fu.

Okay, let me tidy up and then I'll go there. There's no curfew today, so you have to go slower, sir! Uncle Fu nodded.

Don't worry, Uncle Fu, we're leaving! Cheng Chumo waved his hand, put his arm around Zhao Chen's shoulders and left.

…

The square outside Tai Chi Hall.

At this moment, all the ministers have arrived and the young and old have gathered together.

Seasonal fruits, delicacies and fine wines are also available

Put it on the plate.

In the center of the square, there are two platforms.

One of them holds swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks. This is where the martial arts competition will take place.

The other one held the Four Treasures of the Study, and Wenbi competed with it here.

“In this year’s civil-military competition, I don’t know who will have the last laugh!”

Last year, Du He, the subordinate of His Royal Highness the Prince of the East Palace, won the final victory in this martial arts competition. This year, I think it will be the same.

I didn't expect that Du He gave up his studies and turned to martial arts. No one in the younger generation could be his opponent. The winner of this year's martial arts competition will definitely be Dong Gong.

What about this literary competition? His Highness the King of Wei has a great scholar like Cen Wenwen beside him. With his help, the winner of this literary competition should be His Highness the King of Wei, right?

That's not necessarily true. There is news that Wang Ji of the Wang family in Taiyuan has entered the East Palace.

Wang Ji?

In the square, the people of Chang'an City who had already taken their seats talked about the civil and military aspects of the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

As soon as I heard about Wang Ji from the Taiyuan Wang family, he was very likely to represent the East Palace in this literary competition.

Many people in Chang'an City screamed in shock.

They knew Wang Ji and that he was from the Wang family in Taiyuan. They also knew that Wang Ji was the uncle of Fang Xuanling and others.

Such a great scholar actually came to participate in the literary competition, which was a bit bullying.

Lao Fang, His Royal Highness is a little impatient. Changsun Wuji walked to Fang Xuanling's side, his voice a little low.

What kind of identity does Wang Ji have that he comes to attend this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet?

What will His Majesty the Emperor think in his heart after knowing this?

His Highness the Crown Prince values ​​winning and losing so much, how can he have the magnanimity a Crown Prince should have?

His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not be happy.

Your Majesty's attitude towards the prince has changed recently, and he seems to be planning to abolish it.

This made His Royal Highness extremely worried.

I never thought about Wang Ji. If this continues, even if His Royal Highness wins, His Majesty will definitely be displeased. Fang Xuanling shook his head and sighed.

Wei Zheng told me yesterday that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has not been focusing on his studies at all recently. If this happens again in the future, he and Your Majesty will resign from the affairs of the East Palace. Fang Xuanling looked at the eldest grandson Wuji and said one more sentence.

Fang Xuanling tested Wei Zheng yesterday, wanting to see his attitude towards His Highness the Crown Prince.

If Wei Zheng is satisfied with His Highness the Crown Prince, he might be able to win over Wei Zheng.

Unexpectedly, after he asked, Wei Zheng complained to him angrily about the neglect of the prince's studies.

He even hinted to Fang Xuanling that if Li Chengqian no longer wanted to study, Wei Zheng would leave the East Palace.

This is definitely a very dangerous signal!

Once Wei Zheng took the initiative to resign from the East Palace, it would definitely make the emperor even more angry with the prince.

His Majesty the Emperor has already thought about it if something like that happens again.

Even if the East Palace wins the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet today, what's the point?

When Changsun Wuji heard this, his heart suddenly twitched.

When today's matter is over, I will explain the stakes to His Highness the Crown Prince! Changsun Wuji nodded and said.

…

Old Cheng, look what's on top. Qin Qiong and Cheng Yaojin were sitting on the same seat in the square.

Qin Qiong pointed to an object on the high platform and said to Cheng Yaojin.

What's on top is His Majesty's dragon couch, isn't it? What else can there be... Cheng Yaojin said nonchalantly.

As he spoke, his eyes caught sight of the chair that Li Shimin had brought back from Zhao Chen.

Cheng Yaojin could no longer say the next words.

Something strange, let me go take a look! Cheng Yaojin put down the wine glass in his hand and ran up immediately.