At the end of Chang'an City where singing and dancing are peaceful is the towering palace. Li Shimin woke up from his nightmare. Empress Changsun, who was helping fan the wind, quietly brought a bowl of soup without saying a word, "Your Majesty, drink some."

"When is it?" Li Shimin's voice was hoarse.

The afternoon sun shone outside the hall. Empress Changsun knew in her heart that what happened was a taboo in her husband's mind. That nightmare would appear from time to time and didn't know when it was the end. She whispered, "Wei Shi."

Li Shimin sat upright and fell asleep unknowingly. He took a sip of soup to make his throat more comfortable, and continued to look at the memorial in front of him.

Empress Changsun put a memorial in front of him, "Your Majesty, I just saw this."

"Yes!" Li Shimin nodded and continued to look.

Memorials were everywhere telling people's livelihood, food, and population. However, there was a memorial that made him interested. This memorial did not tell what he should say, but wrote a poem.

"The golden cup of wine is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan..." Li Shimin recited: "It is difficult to walk, it is difficult to walk, and there are many different roads. Let's go now."

"It's hard to walk..." Li Shimin nodded, "Good poetry."

Empress Changsun also saw this poem with her light and cursed, "How come she read it is a sour smell of unsuccessfulness."

"The poem is good, why is there no title?" Li Shimin saw the signature, which was written by a man named Gu Qing.

"There will be a time when the wind and waves are broken, and the clouds are sailing across the vast sea." Empress Changsun smiled: "But he is an ambitious person."

Li Shimin put this poem aside and then looked at other Zhou Zhangs. No matter what, it was just a good poem. It was always inappropriate for poetry to appear in memorials for handling state affairs.

Empress Changsun knew Li Shimin's attitude, and writing poems on the memorials was indeed a bit of a trick. She turned around and whispered to the palace maid beside her: "It's time to prepare dinner..."

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"From then on, the seven gourd babies lived a happy life with the snake spirit." A adapted version of the gourd baby story was told, and Gu Qing started to collect money with a proud look on his face.

The story was changed to a bit vulgar, and the children were also excited to hear it.

"What are you talking about next time?" The fat man took out a penny.

"Next time..." Gu Qing shook the folding fan, "What I say next time depends on my mood."

"What happened to Sun Wuzi later?" the fat man asked.

"I won't tell you!" Gu Qing was about to leave after receiving the money. The guest at the restaurant opposite hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Can you borrow a step to speak?"

"What's the matter?" Gu Qing said bluntly.

The guy smiled dryly and said, "Our shopkeeper wants to invite you to our restaurant to tell stories. The benefits are absolutely indispensable for the little brother."

"Benefits?" Gu Qing thought.

"Yes, it's good!" the guy continued, "As long as you come, you'll have money to get it."

"Money..." Gu Qing moved his footsteps away and said: "I'll be reserved!"

The other party did not give a reply, and the guy went back to the restaurant and said to the shopkeeper: "That little brother said he was reserved!"

"Be reserved." The shopkeeper said in his thoughts: "Didn't you say I'll give him a regular amount of money for a day?"

"Oh!" the guy jumped and shouted, "I forgot!"

"You guys!" The shopkeeper stomped his feet and walked out of the restaurant and could not find Gu Qing.

Gu Qing walked while thinking, why didn't this guy catch up? He was just reserved, what if I don't want to be reserved again? Alas... the human heart is not old.

Broken temple...

Sun Simiao was packing his luggage. What kind of luggage does this old man have to pack? But his luggage can be loaded with a donkey cart. "Are we leaving?"

Sun Simiao nodded, "Go to Chang'an!"

"Okay!" Gu Qing quickly agreed and began to carry his luggage.

The donkey cart moved forward slowly, and there were not many people on the official road, and it was quite quiet along the way. Gu Qing asked, "Master, are there many rich people in Chang'an?"

"It's not only money but also power." Sun Simiao saw the thoughts of his apprentice, "What? Do you want to make money again?"

"If you don't have money, you won't have food to eat." Gu Qing said.

Sun Simiao just smiled at this, "How many people in the Great Tang Dynasty have no money? As long as they have hands, feet and fields, they will never starve to death if they can work. Of course, you like money, but a gentleman loves money..."

"It's right to take it." Gu Qing took over the second half of the sentence.

Sun Simiao was half lying in the donkey cart. The road was a little rugged under the mountain wall. The donkey cart was shaking and squeaking along the way... I kept thinking about it.

Just as I was about to take a nap and let the donkey pull him away, I suddenly heard a shout from the cliff. I looked up and saw a figure falling from under the cliff and coming towards me.

Looking at the other party swaying his teeth and claws, Gu Qing said in a lost voice: "Is this the legendary palm technique that falls from the sky?"

Bang!

I saw the man stumbled into the sky and screaming in pain. Gu Qing hurriedly jumped and said, "What are you doing? Why? Touching the porcelain?"

The man gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up. Gu Qing said again: "I didn't touch my donkey's hoof... No, it was my donkey's hoof that didn't touch you. Don't talk nonsense! This is blue sky and white sun, did the ancients fight so hard when they hit the porcelain?"

He showed off a few times, then stood up as if nothing had happened.

It looked familiar to the man and the horizontal knife, "What are you doing?"

Yang Sheng patted the dust on his body, "I wanted to see the scenery, but I didn't expect the wind was so strong."

Gu Qing: "So you were blown down?"

"That's right!" Yang Sheng nodded and quickly returned to his cool look, "I didn't expect you to leave so fast."

"Sure enough, are you here to chase me?! Why are you talking about the wind?..." Gu Qing hurriedly said: "Master, let's run away quickly."

"You will know that your money is not clean." Sun Simiao looked so angry that he was not strong enough, "You little brat, disaster is coming now!"

"Stop!" Yang Sheng suddenly shouted.

When Gu Qing heard this, he was shocked. It was a blessing or a disaster. If he could not escape, he would take out his gun.

Yang Sheng continued, "I dare to ask where you two are going."

"Long long... Chang'an!" Gu Qing said: "I tell you, don't do anything randomly, I have a gun in my hand."

Yang Sheng said again: "I dare not forget the kindness of my little brother who had dinner that day. I am willing to escort you to Chang'an."

"I tell you, I don't have the money to hire you as a bodyguard." Gu Qing said.

"I won't charge you any money," said Yang Sheng.

Sun Simiao let out a long sigh, Gu Qing also put his heart in his stomach, and Yang Sheng sat on the donkey cart and greeted Sun Simiao.
Chapter completed!