In the thirteenth year of Zhenguan, autumn.

Da'an Palace.

Li Shimin held his son Li Zhi in one hand, glanced at the bed, and asked the imperial physician beside him: "What is the situation of the King of Shang?"

Doctor Wang immediately responded: "It's a bit strange when you go back to Your Majesty. The King of Shang was in a flash of life. He was lucky to be saved. The pulse should be light and weak. But just now, I took the pulse to the King of Shang. The pulse was stable and powerful, not like a serious illness..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard an irritable complaint from the bed: "It's so noisy, can you let people sleep? Look for a fight, right?"

Yuan Ling was furious.

As a top student who has just graduated, it is the most critical and stressful time in life.

Especially when I had a big project in my hand, I spent two days all night and drew a drawing. I was about to have a good sleep, but I couldn't hear someone clamoring in my ears.

When the spirit is together, I yell directly.

There was a silence in an instant.

Doctor Wang was shocked.

Li Shimin also looked stupid. He had been the emperor for thirteen years, and even Wei Zheng, a farmer, didn't have the courage to talk to him like this.

As for Xiao Lizhi, he looked at his uncle with a silent expression and prayed for him.

After Yuan Ling roared, he saw the situation clearly. He was in an antique environment. There were three people in front of him: a majestic middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe, a child wearing a luxurious purple robe, and an elderly man.

Isn't this a dream?

Yuan Ling was already confused, thinking that he had let go of himself in the center of his dream. If he was not angry, what was so angry that he could be angry with others in his dream?

Looking at the majestic middle-aged man, Yuan Ling's heart was filled with evil fire. He was so handsome and had already committed a foul. He was still so imposing. Who should I be fooled?

My dream is the biggest.

Without thinking, Yuan Ling reached out and grabbed the beard on the other party's jaw. The touch was not very good and it was hard.

The air condenses again.

Yuan Ling ignored the king's sucking eyes and stretched out his hands to pinch the cheeks of the child in the purple robe. The child was about ten years old, and his face was still fat and fleshy, which was much more comfortable than pulling his beard. He couldn't let go of it.

It seemed that the pinch was a little heavy, and tears were already shining in the eyes of the child in purple robe.

Doctor Wang fell deeply into his head.

"Damn it!"

Li Shimin shouted softly, except for his beloved little daughter Xiao Yizi and his late wife Changsun, no one has been rude to pull his dragon beard.

As an emperor and king who killed Kokang, even if he was his own brother in front of him, he instantly developed a murderous intention and became truly angry.

If you despise the king, you should die.

Yuan Ling felt inexplicably cold in his heart, and his hair stood up, as if the ice water was poured into a cold heart in the middle of winter. He realized in an instant that it seemed that he was not dreaming.

What's going on?

Apologize? Admit your mistake?

If apologize and admit mistakes are useful, there will not be so many loyal ministers and generals in history who die in despair.

In an instant, Yuan Ling fell down in a daze.

Pretend to die!

The moment Yuan Ling fell, Li Shimin was stunned. Thinking that his younger brother had just walked out of the gate of hell, his anger was mostly gone and he was depressed.

In terms of temperament, Li Shimin can still rank among the top among many Chinese emperors.

"Imperial Doctor, let's see what happened to the Shang King?"

Doctor Wang is also an old man in the palace. He has been treating the emperor and empress in the palace for many years, and he still has eyesight. He understands that the emperor in front of him has already taken his murderous intentions and stepped forward to take his pulse solemnly.

This pulse is like a heartbeat. Yuan Ling is in a panic at this moment, and his heart almost jumps out of his mouth. His pulse is fast and powerful than ordinary people.

But the Imperial Doctor Wang said: "The Shang King's vein is in chaos, because he has temporarily lost his soul and is confused after experiencing the front line of life and death."

Li Shimin didn't believe that he was a younger brother who had always met a tiger or wolf when he saw him. He had the courage to pull his dragon beard, and stopped talking, and pulled Li Zhi, who was tearful, and left.

Doctor Wang didn't dare to say much, and he didn't expect this infamous Shang King to be able to bear the affection. As long as he didn't cause trouble for himself, Amitabha Buddha would be.

Seeing everyone's departure, Yuan Ling opened his eyes blankly and looked at everything strange. His brain suddenly hurts violently, as if he was stabbing thousands of needles, and all kinds of strange and familiar memories emerged.

The thing that did not belong to him was forcibly stuffed into his head, and squeezed in little by little, as if he wanted to squeeze his head out.

“…”

Yuan Ling even screamed without saying a word. The severe pain occupied all consciousness in an instant, causing him to lose all control over his body.

Just like a wooden man, he can only passively bear everything.

The extravagant and absurd life of King Li Yuan'ai in Shang was like a movie flashing through his mind.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, evil, desire, and various different emotions are just like his personal experience: the care of his father Li Yuan, the indulgence of his brother Li Shimin, and the admiration for Empress Changsun came to my mind bit by bit.

It was just a short cup of tea, as if centuries had passed.

The fusion of two souls is even more painful than acupuncture and bone cutting.

Yuan Ling was soaked all over, and he was like a drowning person, gasping heavily.

The severe dehydration made his throat ignite, so he barely stood up, looked at the kettle not far away, and planned to get out of bed and drink water...

An unexpected sudden incident.

The kettles more than meter away from him actually hit him in the air.

Yuan Ling exclaimed in fear, leaned back to the bed, and the kettle hit the wall, bursting open, and water splashed all over.

There were also a few cracked ceramic pieces hitting their body, causing a slight pain.

Yuan Ling's face was nowhere to be looked at. He instinctively licked the water stains on his face, picked up a piece of ceramic piece from his body and looked at it, and bounced it with his fingers, making a crisp sound, and swallowed with lingering fear.

With this hardness, if you hit the forehead just now, even if you don’t die, you will inevitably be deformed.

After a while, Yuan Ling suddenly came to his senses and looked at the seat where the kettle was originally located in surprise. He looked at the fragments on the bed, and was stunned for a moment, then the fragments scattered on the bed flew up one by one.

Li Shimin pulled Li Zhi away from Da'an Palace, killing his heart was gone, but the aura was not calm.

It would be fine if he pulled his beard, but he actually made Xiao Zhinu cry. Looking at the red mark on Xiao Lizhi's face that had not yet disappeared, he decided it was time to teach this brother a lesson.

When he returned to the palace, Li Shimin asked someone to find Sikong Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji was born into a general. He was also a powerful general with both civil and military skills in his early years. Lingyan Pavilion ranked first in his achievements and was in peace with the world. This number one hero has long disappeared from his bravery, and has gained weight. He has a big belly bag and a big round face of laughing Maitreya. It looks very funny. No wonder Ouyang Xun gave him the nickname "dough ball" when he joked and mocked Changsun Wuji.

"See Your Majesty!"

Changsun Wuji respectfully performed the etiquette of his subjects.

Li Shimin quickly stepped forward to support him and said, "Assisted machine is good, but it's too restrictive. If there is no outsider, why should you be too polite? Come on, ask you something, those lower-ranking people in the past still have contacts?"

Changsun Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly and said respectfully: "I haven't contacted you anymore."
Chapter completed!