Chapter 16: Two big trolls serve me alone, how can that be a small blessing?
Li Xiang nodded. He really wanted to know about this contrast.

"I have been an official since the Sui Dynasty, and have served Li Mi, Dou Jiande, and Prince Yin..."

At this point, Wei Zheng couldn't help but chuckle.

"Your Highness, have you ever heard that I was known as a loyal minister?"

"No." Li Xiang answered honestly.

"That's it. Three generations later, the only person who can be compared to your grandfather is Emperor Wen of Han."

Wei Zheng sighed as he spoke: "The saints of today are open-minded and can accept direct criticism, so I am too lazy to think about those roundabout ways and just say what I want to say."

"But your father is different. After all, there are few people in this world who can be compared with the saints of today, and the most taboo thing for a minister is to measure the monarch by the standards of a saint."

Li Xiang suddenly realized.

"Oh, I understand. You mean we should learn to accept the mediocrity of the monarch?"

Wei Zheng tilted his head to look at him and took a step forward.

"Hey, why is the Grand Tutor moving forward?" Li Xiang asked in confusion.

Wei Zheng said coldly: "I'm afraid of blood splashing on me."

Li Xiang: …

"So that's why you changed your style?"

Li Xiang asked again.

"if not?"

Wei Zheng looked forward and said, "Imitate Zhang Xuansu, Kong Yingda and Yu Zhining, the three people with copper brains? I am not stupid. Since direct criticism is useless, let's try another way."

Finally, Wei Zheng added a sentence.

"Giving advice is not the goal; the goal is to make the monarch accept it and correct his mistakes."

Li Xiang suddenly realized.

No wonder Wei Zheng in history had a good relationship with his cheap father, it turns out this was the reason.

"But I didn't expect that the prince could actually persuade the prince."

Wei Zheng turned his gaze back to Li Xiang again.

"I am curious, how did the prince convince the prince?"

"Ah, this..."

Li Xiang scratched his head. Considering the fact that Wei Zheng and Li Chengqian were in a relationship of mutual benefit and loss, he decided to tell the truth: "I told my father that the officials of the Eastern Palace have been saying that he is narrow-minded. If I can plead for Zhang Xuansu, it can first show the prince's magnanimity, second, slap them in the face, and third, kill them and destroy their hearts."

After that, he told Wei Zheng the Fat Tiger's Law again.

After hearing this, Wei Zheng stroked his chest with his hand, his eyes deep.

"The prince is so young, yet he has such insight. This really impresses me."

"Even Confucius did not judge a hero by his age. Master, please do not look down on a young man like me."

Li Xiang put his hands on his hips and did not intend to be humble.

"Good ambition!"

Wei Zheng's eyes lit up involuntarily, and he blurted out in admiration.

He stared at Li Xiang for a long while, then suddenly shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."

"Where did Grand Tutor Xi come from?" Li Xiang asked.

"It's a pity that the prince is not the Crown Princess's son."

Wei Zheng was still looking directly at Li Xiang, as if he wanted to see through him.

Li Xiang smiled and said, "May I ask, Grand Master, is Han Wen the son of Empress Lü?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wei Zheng laughed out loud.

"Is this the reason why the prince held a sword against Zhang Xuansu?"

Li Xiang sighed and said, "My father has gradually fallen out of favor. Many court officials have complained about him, and the King of Wei is watching closely."

"As the saying goes, brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight in battle. But my brother is young. If we rely on him, both my father and I will die without a burial place."

"It's better to die quickly than to wait for death!"

Wei Zheng stared at Li Xiang for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said, "If you are free, please come to my humble abode." "Uh..."

Li Xiang hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I probably don't have much time recently. Grand Master, you may not know that my grandfather issued an order this morning, asking me to go to Lizheng Palace. He plans to raise me personally..."

Wei Zheng was really shocked. At the same time, he was surprised and suddenly realized something.

The grandson of the emperor in front of him is very talented, so it is normal for him to be favored by the emperor.

As elders, they all like the child who looks most like them. And this eldest grandson of the emperor is really similar to the young master of Taiyuan back then.

"In this case, I will write a letter tomorrow. The emperor's grandson is a rough jade. He needs a master to carve him into a useful tool!"

"Grand Master is so immodest that he even boasts of being a famous teacher."

Li Xiang couldn't help but complain that he always felt comfortable when getting along with Wei Zheng, as if he was facing an old friend of many years.

Wei Zheng glared and said, "Boy, do you think I am not worthy of being a famous teacher?"

"Well deserved, well deserved..."

Li Xiang immediately apologized with a smile, and at the same time he was secretly happy in his heart.

Being asked to be taught by Wei Zheng... this is a great opportunity!

Generally speaking, ministers would not take the initiative to get close to a certain prince, as this was a taboo.

But Wei Zheng was different. He knew that he didn't have much time left, so he risked his life to secure the position of Crown Prince Li Chengqian.

On the other hand, it is also a recognition of Li Xiang.

After a few more words, Wei Zheng left the East Palace on the pretext of feeling unwell.

Li Xiang watched the carriage leave and was about to turn around and leave when he heard Wang De calling him.

After hearing that it was Li Shimin who asked him to go to Liangyi Palace, Li Xiang did not dare to delay and set off immediately.

At the same time, he was still feeling uneasy. Aong was so anxious to call him to Liangyi Palace. It must be something wrong.

In the Lizheng Hall, Li Shimin and Xiao Yu were drinking tea. Seeing Li Xiang walk into the hall, Li Shimin immediately waved to him.

"Xiang'er, come and have some tea."

Immediately, a palace maid prepared a bowl of Tang Dynasty-style tea soup with oil-stained fried dough twists for him. Li Xiang held the bowl of thick oily and fatty soup that was neither sweet nor salty nor bitter. He didn't know whether to drink it or not.

"Drink, why don't you drink?"

Li Shimin picked up the tea, took a sip, and a look of aftertaste appeared on his face.

Li Xiang looked at the slop soup in his hand, and a sentence involuntarily emerged in his mind.

Drinking tea is a beautiful thing.

He swallowed the drink in one gulp with a heroic look on his face.

"How?" Li Shimin asked with a smile.

Li Xiang dry-heaved twice, wiped his lips and said, "It's OK. Aside from being a little fishy, ​​a little greasy, there's nothing wrong with it."

"You are really a cow chewing on a peony. Drinking tea is about tasting the flavors of life. You can't drink it like a cow."

After saying this, Old Li pointed at Xiao Yu standing beside him and said, "I have hired a teacher for you, who will be responsible for teaching you from now on. Why don't you kneel down and become his disciple?"

Li Xiang's heart skipped a beat and he turned to look at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu held the tea bowl, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Li Xiang understood what that meant.

Hehe, boy, we have a long time to live together!
Damn it?

Li Xiang's scalp tightened.

First, Wei Zheng wanted to take me in as his apprentice, and now, Uncle, you are assigning Xiao Yu to be my teacher?

What's wrong with me? I was just sprayed by Lao Xiao this morning and he broke my defense, and now I'm his teacher at noon. This...

He could already imagine how wonderful the days ahead would be.

The two big haters of the Zhenguan Dynasty serve me alone? This blessing... can it be small?
I'm out of breath, brother.

Li Xiang's head was boiling with confusion when he heard Wang Detong's voice outside.

"Your Majesty, the King of Wei requests an audience."

(End of this chapter)