Li Jing and his wife were not aware of what happened after Li Hao was injured, so when they heard him talk about it, they seemed to be listening to stories.

The so-called dragon gives birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the son of a mouse can dig holes. Li Jing is a martial artist, and may have a better mind than ordinary people, but he is also used in military books and strategies. At most, he can write poems, just write a few rumors or something.

As a result, my son now told him that he could write poetry, and that he did a good job, so he changed his post from a poem to the prince.

"Is this true?" Li Jing turned his avatar and confirmed that Old Chen standing aside.

"Master, it's true. The young master is indeed the position of the prince's attendant, and... and the young master has also accepted several imperial physicians as students." Old Chen Yu was shocking and threw out another bombshell.

"What?!" Hongfu was not calm anymore, and pulled Li Hao over and praised: "My son is promising, and he actually takes students!"

Li Jing: “…”.

Wife, isn’t it the point of accepting students? Why are you so worried? Your son is the imperial physician who accepts as an imperial physician!

Li Hao was speechless. This is really a real mother. With such a mother, why worry about not being spoiled for success or failure in the future?

Li Jing calmed down for a while and finally calmed down. He remembered that there was still official business that had not been handled, so he said to Hongfu, who was making Li Hao so fond of: "Madam, I have to go to the palace to submit an order to Your Majesty. Please ask this kid carefully later to see what he hadn't said. When my husband returns, let's discuss it together."

Hongfu didn't even look at Li Jing, and said casually: "Well, husband, go, I'm here at home."

Li Jing was speechless again.

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...

In the palace, His Majesty Li Er was in a good mood. A pot of wine was warmed on the charcoal stove. There was a newly written word on the table. The ink traces were not dry, and the faint fragrance of ink was wafting by, which made people intoxicated.

The eunuch Lin Xi was waiting beside Li Er. Yu Guang suddenly saw someone wandering outside the door, so he got up to greet him. After a few whispers, he went back to the room and bowed again and said, "Your Majesty, the Third Guard General Li Jing, meets with him."

Li Er was excited: "Oh? The pharmacist is back? Hurry up, let him in."

"promise!"

Li Jing had already been waiting outside, and with Li Er's instructions, he quickly walked in: "My minister, Li Jing, attend Your Majesty."

"No gift, no gift." Li Er warmly greeted Li Jing, personally helped him up, patted his arm and said, "Pharmacist, this time... it's a lot of trouble."

Li Jing's nose felt sour and tears almost fell.

Before returning, he had already made the worst plan, either to punish or beat or scold him.

After all, he failed to complete the task, so he asked Jie Li to come to Chang'an with 200,000 Turkic troops. Although there were objective conditions for a huge gap in force, as a soldier, not being killed in battle and letting the enemy cross the defense line would be a dereliction of duty.

But unexpectedly, after returning, Li Er not only did not blame him, but also took the initiative to comfort him. How could this not touch Li Jing: "Your Majesty, I, I did not stop the Turks from the pass. I am guilty. Please give up your blame."

Li Er sighed: "Don't be too rude to slander yourself. Jie Li's 200,000 army invaded Lingzhou, and there were Liang Shidu's rebels in the west, so it was not easy to protect Lingzhou. As for the Turkic troops coming to Chang'an... This is not a crime of war."

Li Jing bowed again: "Your Majesty is wise! I thank Your Majesty for your gratitude for not reproaching you!"

"Okay, I won't talk about this today." Li Jing was helped up again, and Li Er pulled him to the table, pointed to the words he had just written and said, "Look, how is this poem?"

If the sky does not love wine, the wine star is not in the sky. If the earth does not love wine, the earth should not have wine springs...

Although Li Jing was a military general, he was also a cultural general. Although he could not write poems, he could savor a single rating.

From beginning to end, I read it and immediately admired it: "Your Majesty is a great talent, this poem is written in one go, it is grand and majestic, and it tells the wonders of wine..."

Unexpectedly, Li Jing was halfway through the conversation, and Li Er laughed: "Haha..., the pharmacist is not bad. Although I am a little talented, I think I can't write such a poem."

Li Jing was full of questions: "Well... I wonder who did it?"

"Can't the pharmacist tell?" Li Er looked at Li Jing with a smile.

Li Jing was even more confused. There were so many cultural people in the court, so where did I guess?

However, since His Majesty the Emperor believes that he can see it, there must be some reason.

As he thought about it, a flash of inspiration flashed, Li Jing widened his eyes in disbelief: "Your Majesty, you wouldn't say that this poem was written by De Jian's rebellious son, right?"

Li Erlang laughed loudly: "Haha... It turns out that no one knows his son is as good as his father!"

It’s over, Li Er said nothing wrong. No one knows a son as good as his father.

However, Li Jing's reaction was exactly the opposite of what Li Er said.

How could Li Jing not know what kind of virtue is his own plant? If Li Dejian was seeking pleasure and had a lot of faith in Zuma Zhangtai, if he said that he could write poems, he might have written two verses, so he could pass on the poems of later generations...

It's bad, I'm afraid this guy is not looking for someone to write for him, but his Majesty was discovered? Otherwise, how could he ask himself to read the poem?

The more Li Jing thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. His face changed and he said in great pain: "Your Majesty, I have no way to teach my son, so that I dare to deceive the holy hearing. I hope Your Majesty will forgive you."

Li Erduo's smart man immediately knew that Li Jing had misunderstood, so he waved his hand and smiled: "Don't be too rude to himself. This poem was written by De Jian's child on the hall a few days ago. There is no possibility of plagiarism."

Li Jing: “…”

Didn’t it be copied? So what the stinky brat said is true? He really won the position of the prince’s attendant from the emperor with a poem?!

Uncle, is the ancestral tomb of my old Li family smoked?

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...

Until Li Jing carried a jar of Du Kang from the palace back home, he was still full of mud.

What happened in the palace just now? Why is it so unreal?

The promised Minister of Justice was suddenly changed to the Minister of War, and the fiefs and fiefs were also increased. By the way, the one that should belong to Li Dejian was transferred together.

He obviously lost the battle, but why did he treat him like a hero returning?

What did that little brat in the family do? Why did His Majesty the Emperor mention the most is this boy, and he always praises it. Looking at that style, if it weren't for the fact that there was no daughter of the right age at home, I was afraid that it would be possible to give a marriage.

Oh by the way, there is also the old guy named Jin.

My age is older than my father, and my great-grandson can make a fuss. He even called me Master Master with a face. I am only forty-one, so I am a terrifying ancestor?

This is not right, this is unscientific!

What did that little bastard in the family do in the past half month? Why did the people in Chang'an become so... weird!
Chapter completed!