The great Emperor finally visited Li Muyun's home and left his ivory folding fan. When he was about to leave, he thought about it thoughtfully and pointed at him with the folding fan and said, "By the way, Lantingji, go and discuss with the old monk Biancai, and say I want to borrow it for a few days."

Li Muyun was embarrassed, no, it should be said that he looked at the fan held by Li Er with a stingy face: "Brother, you should change someone. I have offended the old monk these days. If I go to borrow, I am afraid that he would not lend it to him."

Li Er frowned and thought for a while, and seemed to think that what Li Muyun said made some sense, so he pressed his folding fan a few times.

Li Muyun's eyes rolled, and he thought about it and said, "Brother, I don't think so. You tell him personally, at least to make sure whether the thing is in his hands. If it is really in his hands, I will take it myself!" After saying that, he made a move to wipe his neck.

As a result, Li Er glared at him: "I'm just a fool, why bother to hurt people's lives?"

Some things cannot be said and some things cannot be said. If Li Muyun did not have the subsequent actions, Li Shimin would probably only pretend to be unaware, but he had already made a hint that Li Er could not be pretending to be stupid anymore. After all, there are so many people around here watching, and if the matter is spread in the future, there will be a lot of trouble.

But then again, Li Muyun did this on purpose, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble. It is like marching and fighting. If you are very impulsive, then the above will definitely not choose you when you need to ambush.

It was precisely because Li Muyun knew this that he deliberately acted very radically. With Li Er's unwillingness to speak out, he avoided the limelight.

That's it. The next morning, a carriage arrived at the foot of Mount Li, took the old monk Biancai and returned to Chang'an.

The old monk Biancai was already calm yesterday and had already prepared some of the land deeds belonging to Li Muyun's fiefdom. At the same time, he also contacted some other temples to take out all the land deeds on the edge of the Wei River.

But he never expected that the matter would be so big that it had already alarmed the emperor. Although the old monk sitting in the carriage was calm on the surface, his hands were covered in cold sweat.

There was no way, and the old monk himself knew that the fact that the Taoist sects collected land deeds of the people had some loopholes in the law. He was called into the palace by the emperor. If he was not good, he would have a small life. If he was involved in the entire Buddhism, it would be a big deal.

He entered the palace uneasy all the way. He saw the number one person in the Tang Dynasty in Liangyi Hall. As a result, Li Shimin said the first sentence of the old monk was shocked: "Master Biancai, I heard that you are the disciple of Master Zhiyong?"

However, after being shocked, the question that should be answered still needs to be answered. The old monk gritted his teeth and replied: "Go back to Your Majesty, that's right!"

Li Er's voice came again: "I also heard that Master Zhiyong's ancestor was the Book Saint King Youjun?"

It was broken, Biancai's heart skipped a beat, his face changed a lot, and he forced himself to answer: "That's right!"

"So the original works of the preface to the book of the Book Saint Lanting in your hands?" Li Er's voice was still filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Although Li Shimin was the emperor at the moment, it is undeniable that his calligraphy is also excellent. After becoming the emperor, he became even more obsessed with calligraphy and collected countless famous characters. The calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi's characters were even more cost-effective.

However, although there are many authentic works of calligraphy saints in his hands, such as the Quick Snow Season, the Sangqian Post, and the Feibai Post, these are not classic works that have been passed down from generation to generation compared to the Lanting Collection.

Therefore, when he heard the news of the Lanting Collection preface at Li Muyun last night, Li Shimin actually did not give much hope. He just heard the bastard say that the nose and eyes are both a seventh generation grandson and a master and apprentice, which made him think of trying it out.

But unexpectedly, this test was right, and all the ones Li Muyun said before were right. An ordinary monk Zhiyong was really a descendant of Wang Xizhi, and this monk Biancai was indeed the disciple of Monk Zhiyong.

In this way, perhaps Li Muyun's judgment is true, and the preface to the Lanting Collection is likely to be really in the hands of Biancai.

But what disappointed Li Shimin was that the old monk Biancai shook his head this time and said with a sigh: "Return to Your Majesty, the preface of the Oriental Collection of Book Saint has been lost several generations ago. The master often feels ashamed of his ancestors when he mentions this matter several times."

"What? It's actually... lost?"

"Yes!" The old monk put his hands together, lowering his head as if ashamed.

Li Shimin's excitement turned into loneliness and sighed: "Ah..., I didn't expect that the peerless masterpiece of a generation of calligraphy saints was actually lost."

Monk Biancai didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only stand beside him, praying in his heart that Li Er would not ask again, otherwise he would really not know how to make up again.

Fortunately, at this time, Li Shimin was silent in the ups and downs of ups and downs, and did not have the idea of ​​continuing to discuss with Biancai. He just waved his hand and asked someone to take him away.

After Biancai left the palace, he was worried. When he thought of the land deed and Li Shimin inquired about the preface of Lanting Collection, he could no longer calm down. He returned to the temple and asked Huineng to come forward, sorted out all the land deeds, and handed them all to the three fat men who were fiddling with the cement kiln.

The fat man was so happy to get the land contract back, so he casually ordered the kiln to be demolished and returned to the city to find Li Muyun, intending to show his merits.

As a result, Li Muyun was not at home. After inquiring, he went to Wannian County, so he turned around and went to the county government office.

As he said, the magistrate of Tang of Wannian County wrote his resignation and submitted it to the Ministry of Personnel after sending away the three fat men yesterday. However, the approval has not yet been released, and he is still the head of a county in Wannian County.

Li Muyun's arrival made Lao Tang's heart twitch, but it was not easy to see him. After all, this guy has a criminal record. At this time, God knows if he will come into the house in the middle of the night.

So the following conversation came into the living room of the Houya reception.

"Mr. Tang Fu, I heard you are going to resign?"

"The prince, the senior official is old, and in recent days, he often feels that his ability to handle government affairs is not inferior."

"That's true, no wonder. Since this is the case, the epidemic in Wannian County is no wonder that Tang Fujun is the one who says goodbye!"

Hearing the word "epidemic", County Magistrate Tang's face changed instantly. He did not dare to let Li Muyun leave. He hurriedly spoke and tried to keep him: "Prince, please wait, please stay!"

Li Muyun turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Tang Fujun?"

"Prince, the lower rank, the lower rank..." County Magistrate Tang could not find a reasonable excuse. After a long time of silence, he said with a sting, "What kind of epidemic has happened under the rule of the lower rank, please let the prince make it clear!"

Li Muyun looked at the county magistrate Tang who was already scared and sweating, and waved his hand casually: "Oh, this matter has nothing to do with you. It's the same for me to go to the palace to find the emperor. Tang Fujun is going to leave the office these days."

"No, prince, don't, the subordinates are still in office, and they are still in office!" County Magistrate Tang was so scared that he almost knelt down for Li Muyun.

If Li Muyun enters the palace at this time, he tells Li Shimin that there is a plague in Wannian County, it is estimated that the best result for the second half of his life is to go to Lingnan to be his companion with monkeys, and the nearest result is that the heads fall to the ground.

Li Muyun did not force County Magistrate Tang too much, but turned to look at him and asked lightly: "Has Tang Fujun understood this?"

"I figured it out, I figured it out. I'll just give instructions if you have anything to do." County Magistrate Tang bowed and didn't even dare to raise his head.

The Tang County Magistrate has some relatives with the former Minister of the Civil Affairs Department Tang Jian, but this period was taken down by Li Shimin from the position of Minister of the Civil Affairs Department Tang Jian because of his high self-supporting achievements, and became a Duke of the Imperial Affairs Department.

It is precisely because of this that County Magistrate Tang lost his biggest backer and naturally could not be "hard" against Li Muyun.

Li Muyun patted the shoulder of the county magistrate Tang, changed into a kind face and said, "Old Tang, don't feel wronged. When you get your business done, you will naturally benefit you."

"I dare not, I dare not!" County Magistrate Tang said with an old face that was almost about to be pulled together, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

Li Muyun seemed very satisfied with the attitude of County Magistrate Tang, and turned around and sat back to his original position, and said lightly: "I need Lao Tang, you issue a decree to remove all the toilets built along the river. In addition, the government office will fund the construction of two public toilets for each village."

The first thing that the county magistrate Tang said was nothing to do with Li Muyun. He just demolished a few thatched cottages, and could not be considered a major issue. However, it would be troublesome to invest in the construction of a public bathroom by the county. Let’s not talk about what the bathroom is, the money problem will be difficult to solve.

Li Muyun noticed the change in the face of the county magistrate Tang, frowned slightly, lowered his face and asked, "What? Is there anything difficult for Tang Fujun?"

"No, no, uh, no, no." County Magistrate Tang stuttered: "Your Majesty, it's not that the officials don't do what you said. In fact, the county does not have this expense. If every village built that room, the money would be difficult to solve."

Li Muyun knew that the magistrate of Tang County was telling the truth. As long as official investment was involved in all dynasties, there was only the word "trouble". Fortunately, he, the King of Xiaoyao, is still somewhat powerful, and does not care about this little investment, nor is he afraid that the government will swallow his money.

However, Li Muyun was not afraid, but County Magistrate Tang was afraid and hesitated and said repeatedly: "Prince, do you think about this matter again? This kind of investment cannot recover the cost. Money spent is equal to vain. Of course, the officials have no other intentions, just suggestions, suggestions!"
Chapter completed!