If Li Muyun is given another chance to choose, he will definitely choose to stay away from Changle, the little demon.

However, time rarely has the opportunity to flow backwards, and even if it flows backwards, it does not necessarily flow according to people's will.

The last time I went back to Li Muyun was flowing more than 1,300 years ago. If I did it again, I would probably have to go directly to be a friend of Kong Lao Er. This matter is too unreliable, so let's forget it.

"Li Muyun, my sister is watching over there. You won't be timid at this time, right?"

Li Ke, the third brother of Li Shimin's family, was flushed when he left the prince's table and squeezed with a group of dandy playboys, slapped the table to cheer Li Muyun up.

"That's right, Mu Yun, you can't be timid at this time. Isn't it just a few poems? If the master is satisfied with the writing, he might just call you a son-in-law in the East Side!" This sentence seemed a little sour, and I don't know who called it.

However, it was precisely because of this sentence that reminded Li Muyun that this matter would be a little troublesome today. If Li Shimin really hired him, it would be very fun.

Therefore, we must find a way to get rid of this embarrassing situation. We must neither give Li Shimin face nor let Queen Changsun lose face. At the same time, we cannot really be taken away by them.

But there is nothing perfect in the world. Just as Li Muyun racked his brains to think of a solution, the Emperor of Tang above urged again: "Li Muyun, what are you still thinking? Come up quickly! I'm anxious!"

Yes, go up, you can't hide. After being targeted by Li Shimin, you probably can't escape. No matter how you want to run, you have to deal with it. Otherwise, a hat of deceiving the emperor will be put off and the guy who is eating around his neck will have to move.

Troubled, Li Muyun was shakingly pushed out of the crowd by a group of playboys. He stood in the middle of the hall and scratched his head awkwardly, making the square scarf that was not very straight above his head tilted again.

But no one cares about these things at the moment, and both of them stared at him.

Given that the poems that have been leaked from him before are all excellent works, everyone is looking forward to him being able to make a splash again, and even Empress Changsun, who has always been dissatisfied with him, was full of expectations.

But Li Muyun knew that he had already made enough of the limelight and could never show off again, otherwise he would be the target of public criticism. So, looking at the strange and inexplicable gazes around him, Comrade Li thought about it: "Your Majesty, Empress, if you don't want me, I'll sing a song!"

"Sing? What song?!" Li Shimin frowned, and the others below were also a little suspicious.

You know, singing is something that only brothel actors do in the Tang Dynasty. What exactly does this kid Li Muyun want to do? How could he reduce his value so much?

However, after being slightly surprised, Empress Changsun smiled and said to him again: "Then let's sing, I want to hear it."

Li Muyun sniffed, took a deep breath, bowed to the surroundings, and stood straight at her feet, which looked quite imposing, but the singing was too strange.

"I wish you a happy birthday, a happy birthday, a happy birthday..."

The tune of the Happy Birthday Song echoed in the hall, and countless people were "scared" off the chopsticks in their hands, staring at the proud Li Muyun in amazement.

There are four sentences over and over again, and there is no new meaning except for the slight changes in the tone!

Li Shimin patiently listened to three sentences, but finally couldn't listen anymore. He slapped the table: "Come on, let me get this drunken ghost out, and I will be unable to enter the palace in the future!"

"No!" The imperial guards outside, no matter who Li Muyun was or whether he had the "Son of Emperor's Sword" on him, faithfully executed the order of His Majesty the Emperor, turned the spear in his hand, and used the handle of the gun to make someone out of the hall, and all the way out of the palace.

...

Li Muyun just couldn't understand why he was wrong to sing a birthday song with kindness. He even went out and could not enter the palace without orders. It was as if someone really wanted to go in. Someone was walking towards his residence in shame while thinking.

Looking back on the past, I owed 500,000 kilograms of steelmaking for the first time in the palace; I owed 1 million jin of steel when I entered the palace for the second time; I almost got my head cut when I entered the palace for the third time. After calculation, it seemed that the cheapest time to be forked this time, at least I didn’t owe money, nor did I say I wanted to beheaded.

But then again, Li Muyun actually had no choice. He really had no poems to copy now. Liberal arts is not what he is good at. The previous poems were forced by the teacher when he was in school. Otherwise, in addition to the goose, goose, he would also carry the bright moonlight in front of the bed.

So I was helpless and had no tricks, so I could only use the "Birthday Song" to handle the errands. Fortunately, I was not chopped off and was lucky.

But what Li Muyun didn't know was that just after he was forked out, there was another discussion in the palace.

Wei Zheng, a guy with a black face, said a fair word for Li Muyun: "Your Majesty, I actually think that Li Muyun's song is actually pretty good. Although the lyrics are a bit bad and the tune is a bit weird, it seems that it can be considered a talent if you can make a song in such a short time?!"

"Well, Brother Wei said this, it seems that this is true. Such a strange tone has never appeared in the Tang Dynasty. It sounds like a bit foreign." Kong Yingda nodded in agreement with Wei Zheng's point of view.

But Li Shimin was really angry with Li Muyun just now, and did not listen to Lao Wei and others' calm analysis. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I will continue to have a banquet and I will mention that stupid guy again." So, Empress Changsun's birthday party continued, and the civil and military ministers in the Daji Hall sang and danced in a peaceful scene.

...

Li Muyun returned to his house with some depression, threw himself on the couch, and stared at the beam of the room in a daze.

But soon he jumped up from the couch with a carp and opened the window. Regardless of whether it was in the middle of the night, he raised his throat and shouted: "Butler, I asked you to come back to find the fat man. Have you found me? Where is the fat man!"

With a "bang", the window on the other side was also pushed open. The fat man stretched out half of his body from inside, and shouted sleepily: "Li Muyun, your uncle, what time is it? You can't say anything tomorrow."
Chapter completed!