When the old demon Cheng pulled Li Chengqian out of the hall, he found a few people to make it easier to laugh and said, "Your Highness, how did Old Cheng just talk about the confusing confucians?"

How? That was just a verbal fight against the scholars? The shrews were more elegant than you just now. But looking at the big nostrils of Demon Cheng, Li Chengqian did not dare to say what he thought, but said helplessly: "Uncle, heroic, and nephew admired him!"

"Well. The prince really has vision." Old Cheng stroked his short beard under his jaw and nodded shamelessly.

"I wonder what uncle is looking for my nephew?" Li Chengqian just wanted to leave Lao Cheng's clutch as soon as possible, so he didn't talk nonsense to Lao Cheng and directly asked Cheng Yaojin for his purpose.

"Uh~, by the way, the prince almost forgot if he didn't say it. I wonder why the prince didn't sit at Lao Cheng's house when he left the palace a few days ago?" Maybe he thought that Li Chengqian was too short and was inconvenient to bend down to talk to him. Lao Cheng simply lifted him up, poked him on the white jade railing, and then asked him.

Li Chengqian, standing on the white jade railing, shook for a long time, finally calmed down his body, and greeted the ancestors of the eight generations of Cheng in his heart, before speaking: "Uncle Cheng, it's just that my nephew doesn't go, but my nephew is young and really doesn't recognize the way. He depends on his cousin's lead wherever he goes. He didn't visit him, so please forgive me."

Lie is as simple as drinking cold water for Li Chengqian. He didn't want to tell Cheng Yaojin that he didn't even think of him, so he sold Changsun without hesitation.

"Well, it makes sense." Lao Cheng agreed with Li Chengqian's words. After all, it is not easy for an 8-year-old doll to make Lao Cheng look live. Can he still remember the terrain of Chang'an?

After thinking about it, Demon Cheng said again: "Is there any white dice in the prince?"

"Ah? Baidiezi?" Li Chengqian was a little stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Lao Cheng had such a big deal just to ask himself if he had cotton?

"I'm so unhappy in my little grade. There's something, there's nothing, there's nothing, I think it's so long!" Old Cheng was used to being accustomed to being a hero. He turned his back faster than turning a book, and even asking questions was similar to robbing.

"Yes, there are some." Li Chengqian wanted to say no, but he was afraid that the old devil would really rush to the Lanruo Temple to check, so he could only admit that there were some.

"Well, that's good, that's good." As if he had completed some important task, Demon Cheng nodded and said, "The prince brought several hundred kilograms to Old Cheng when he went to court tomorrow."

"How many hundred kilograms?" Li Chengqian was startled by the big mouth of the old Cheng Shizi. There are not a few hundred kilograms of cotton in total at the 'Lanruo Temple' now.

"What? Could it be that the prince doesn't give Lao Cheng this face?" The smile on Lao Cheng's face gradually closed and he changed into another face. If Li Chengqian was really only 8 years old, he would have to be scared to tears by this fairy.

"Ten kilograms!" Seeing Lao Cheng's big face getting closer and closer to him, Li Chengqian felt as if he was approached by a human-shaped tyrannosaurus, and quickly surrendered and said.

It’s not because Lao Cheng’s expression is scary, but because this old man seems to have not brushed his teeth when he comes out in the morning and his mouth is smelly overnight.

"Ten kilograms? Where is the prince sending the beggar? Three hundred kilograms, not one kilogram less."

"Fifteen, no more." Li Chengqian stood on the white jade railing with his small body. Han blew over his belt, like an immortal, but his little face turned a little blue and lost some of his grace.

"Two hundred kilograms, as long as the prince agrees, Cheng will let the prince come down immediately." Demon Cheng was completely dealing with Li Chengqian with an attitude towards an 8-year-old child.

"At most twenty kilograms, otherwise..., otherwise I would rather be beaten by my uncle." Seeing Lao Cheng's shameless posture, Li Chengqian simply made up his mind and played the same moves with Lao Cheng - do not hesitate to do it!

After a conversation, Cheng Yaojin and Li Chengqian were really good at meeting opponents. The two of them did not hesitate to use strange moves and finally reached an agreement, forty kilograms.

After the conditions were discussed, Lao Cheng carried Li Chengqian down from the white jade railing, poked it to the ground, and pointed out his big hunk and said, "Awesome!"

Li Chengqian also hugged his fist and replied, "Uncle Cheng admitted to giving in."

"Oh, this matter is wrong with Lao Cheng. I just scared the prince." Lao Cheng achieved his goal and no longer scared Li Chengqian.

"Uncle is joking, his nephew is joking, it's okay." Old Cheng became soft, and Li Chengqian naturally could no longer hold on.

"Actually, uncle is also in a dilemma. You, the girl Feifei, crying coldly every night at home, and it's also difficult for Lao Cheng. I originally planned to go to the East City to buy some white buns, but after I asked, I found out that it had sold out, so I had no choice but to come up with this bad idea."

Li Chengqian was stunned by the old father Cheng Ci at first, but in a flash he realized that this old killer was actually playing with tragedy.

"Oh, Cheng Qian understands the difficulties of uncle. Although there are some in Bai Diezi's nephew's palace, he also needs to consider his younger brothers and sisters. Mencius said: If you are poor, you will be good at it; if you are prosperous, you will be good at the world. I am also... it's difficult!" Who can't play with the tragedy? Li Chengqian has never seen all kinds of misery in his later generations.

During the long silence, under the innocent eyes of Li Chengqian, Old Cheng remained silent for a long time, finally stood up, raised his big finger hard, and gritted his teeth and said, "There is a legend in the market that the prince is smart, but the old minister doesn't believe it. I will only know after trying it today... Your Highness is really difficult to deal with!"

Li Chengqian also put away his sad expression: "I made Uncle Cheng laugh."

"Goodbye to me!" Cheng Yaojing now knew that it was impossible to do anything. He immediately clasped his fists to Li Chengqian and stood up and left.

"Send Uncle Cheng!" Li Chengqian smiled and said politely.

However, just when Li Chengqian thought everything was over, Lao Cheng's night-like voice came again: "Prince, don't forget to promise the old minister, it's best to send the things in the afternoon."

"Your Highness, Your Majesty said, let you handle it here and go to Lizheng Hall." Just as Li Chengqian was standing there, a fellow servant turned out and said to him softly.

"Ah? Oh! Okay, go right away." Li Chengqian, who was wrongly estimating Lao Cheng's shamelessness, responded blankly, and then turned mechanically to follow the eunuch and walked towards Lizheng Palace.

I really didn't expect that the fight failed in the end and was cheated out by the old fairy Cheng.

These old guys who are so old who can make a living in the court are indeed very talented. Cheng Yaojin, an old guy, is even more so. He pretends to be a ruffian every day and then pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. There seems to be no one in the court of the Tang Dynasty who is smarter than Cheng Lao Huo.

On the way to Lizheng Palace, Li Chengqian was always struggling with the affairs in the court. From Wang Yushi to Cheng Yaojin, from Changsun Wuji to Kong Yingda, everyone's performance slowly emerged in his mind, and he gradually felt something.

Thanks to book friends: Women are poisonous, and death is like a shadow - ghost shadow, reward of a feather!

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