Li Mu blinked his eyes and pretended to be stupid: "What are you serious? Kong Jijiu, what are you talking about? Why can't Gu understand?"

"Why can't you understand!" Kong Yingda stomped her feet in a hurry: "Yesterday afternoon, a clear light appeared in the sky and condensed into a pillar! Do you remember what happened?"

Li Mu's expression was even more puzzled, and he spread his hands and said, "I was drunk yesterday. When I woke up, I heard that my father summoned me, and then I came here. What is the Qingguang? What is that?"

Li Shimin couldn't bear it anymore and said to his son: "Kong Aiqing, you have lost your composure! Cheng Qian was drunk, can you know what happened? If you ask him this, how do you ask him to answer?"

Kong Yingda also knew that what Li Shimin said was reasonable and said, "Your Majesty, I'm too anxious. Let Li Jianzheng say it."

Li Mu turned his eyes to Li Chunfeng, suddenly slapped his head and said, "Ha, Gu remembered it, Gu wrote a poem, and then you came, Gu still asks you to appreciate it. Later..." Li Mu showed a look of memory and said distressedly: "I don't remember what happened later, what happened?"

"Your Highness, this is what you are..." Li Chunfeng said from the beginning what he saw yesterday. Everyone present also listened to it, and the sounds of gasping for air conditioners came one after another.

When Li Chunfeng said that Confucianism and Taoism reappeared on earth because of the jade seal of the country. Confucianism and Taoism had a great fate with Li Mu. Confucianism and Taoism could only exist in the Tang Dynasty. Everyone present kept exchanging eyes. Some people were happy and some were sad. Those who were loyal to the Tang Dynasty, and those who were worried were those who were ulterior motives. The Tang Dynasty is now in a prosperous military power. If Confucianism and Taoism subdue civil officials, the country would be extremely stable. At that time, the consequences of the family members of the five surnames and seven sects can be imagined.

In addition, some Li Tai's fans also looked very ugly and they were so fucked. I haven't heard of it. They are all lucky, and they are easy to save money.

Li Chengqian was originally a martial arts genius and had always had a good relationship with the military generals in the court. Now that with the blessing of Confucianism and Taoism, civil officials will definitely surrender. Both civil and military sects are on his side. Is there any possibility of a turnaround?

"...Your Highness, this is probably the case. Confucianism and Taoism are back in the world, and your highness has no choice but to ask your Highness, is there any change in today compared to usual?"

"Change?" Li Mu shook his head: "I didn't feel any change."

Li Chunfeng hurriedly asked again: "Then can you still stimulate your talents? Just like yesterday."

"Turn your talent?" Li Mu continued to pretend to be stupid. He thought for a while, sat cross-legged on the ground, and inhaled and breathed when practicing martial arts. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes. After a while, Li Mu stood up, shook his head, and said, "No response."

"This..." Kong Yingda was so anxious that he was about to cry. He grabbed Li Chunfeng's arm and said, "Li Jianzheng, what's going on? Didn't you say that Confucianism and Taoism will prosper?"

"Kong Jijiu, you can't get angry at me. After all, I am a Taoist priest. I know these things are also heard from the truth. You are the authentic Confucian and Taoism. You don't understand. How could I understand?"

"I, I..." Kong Yingda was choked and almost passed away. Li Chunfeng was also anxious. Yesterday, he bragged in front of Li Shimin, and he was a bit too much. Now he couldn't get it, and he was also afraid of causing Long Yan to be furious.

Trying to recall the details I saw yesterday, a sudden light of inspiration flashed by, and Li Chunfeng hurriedly said, "Your Highness, I remembered that yesterday you were the talent that inspired you to write poetry. Why not write another poem?"

This proposal immediately attracted booing, and someone shouted: "You Taoist priest really don't know anything. Do you think it's a poem to cook? You can do it when you want to? That's because of your feelings!"

"Yes, the Murano people really don't know anything! If you can't help, you can say that you can't do anything. What kind of poems are you talking about? Isn't this difficult for Your Highness!"
Chapter completed!