I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

The princess can't always avoid the ending of getting married.

As Li Lizhi and Li Shu got older, more and more people wanted to marry the royal family.

He also has many daughters who are married.

For example, Qinghe, a ten-year-old girl, is already married to Cheng Chuliang.

Only for these two daughters held in the palm of his hand, Li Shimin has never been able to pick out a good family.

But think about it now. Get married?What marriage!

Let my two daughters stay in the Tongfu restaurant and learn some knowledge from Yin Xuan.Later, when the marriage is confirmed, Yin Xuan will be tied to the court.

Li Shimin has nothing to do with those who are unwilling to become officials in the court.

What can I do?
Although there were not many people who refused, it was true after all. For example, Sun Simiao refused repeatedly, but Li Shimin still treated the old god respectfully.

It can only be drawn slowly.

Horse training is a real hassle.

Especially when the horse doesn't want to see me, I have to send two little white rabbits there.

Li Shimin sighed heavily.

Without wine, they eat much faster.

Before it gets dark, they all leave.

Yin Xuan was a little emotional, but he kept the motor he made, it was useless, it was useless, it was good to keep it by his side as a thought.

Winter is getting deeper and deeper.

Zhou Bu came back around the next year, the wind was getting colder every day, and there was no cotton in the Tang Dynasty, so Yin Xuan asked Wang to bring back five slings of copper coins to buy some animal skins.

The bedding made of reed flowers and catkins is not so warm.

The charcoal fire also burned.

Yin Lulu's school also stopped a few days ago.After all, it was Xungui's children who studied in the past, and they didn't have the obsession of ordinary scholars changing classes, so naturally they didn't need to go through such things as studying hard in a cold window.

The number of guests who come to eat is also much less. Winter is the most difficult season. If one is not careful, it is common to be frozen to death.

Even when some guests come over occasionally, they are not as generous as they used to be, they just order one or two small dishes at random, and they don't spend more than [-] Wen.

Only Li Shu and Li Lizhi are as generous as ever.

During this period of time, they were calling "Brother Zhengyang" and "Brother Zhengyang", because they wanted to learn from Yin Xuan the technique of turning the copper coil by itself.

But Yin Xuan didn't teach them.

Electricity is a relatively nihilistic concept that cannot be seen directly with the naked eye. When Yin Xuan was studying in the past, he used ammeters and voltmeters to construct a concept.

After that, I assembled the circuit by myself.

Just drawing some circuit diagrams dryly, it is difficult to master this kind of knowledge.

But these two little girls are tightly entangled, Li Shimin urged, they are also very interested in this kind of technology that looks like magical powers.

In order to dismiss them, Yin Xuan brought out solid geometry and trigonometric functions.

The two little girls fell silent immediately.

Staring at the patterns and symbols on the paper, staring at each other, at a loss.

Yin Lulu was lying on the table with a look of grief and indignation, she was so innocent, she was having fun riding on the big cow in the yard, when her brother carried her over.

Inexplicably, my mind was filled with strange knowledge.

These two elder sisters are really too good. They are causing trouble for themselves. It is almost the Chinese New Year. Wouldn't it be better to be happy?

Yin Xuan hummed a ditty, held a bowl of mutton soup, and took a small sip.

In Weiyang Palace.

A party is going on.

In the huge palace, the atmosphere was a bit heavy—it was mainly Li Shimin who was sitting on the second seat, making the guests who were all over the palace afraid to laugh out loud.

Looking at the dancing girl, Li Yuan curled his lips and tossed his wine glass: "It's boring, it's boring!"

The dancers stopped suddenly and knelt down in fear.

Li Yuan waved his hand: "Go, call the kid here, I just want to watch him dance!"

The dancing girls retreated in fear.

Wei Zheng stood up, cupped his hands and said: "Jieli Khan is my minister of the Tang Dynasty, the emperor should not be like this."

Duobi is Jieli Khan.

Three years ago, he was taken back to Chang'an by Li Jing. Li Shimin didn't kill him, nor did he make him a prisoner. Except that he couldn't leave Chang'an, Jieli Khan was no different from normal Chang'an people.

Leading the official rank of a literary official, he is a legitimate courtier of the Tang Dynasty.

The reason why Li Shimin did this was not because of how kind he was.

But Jieli Khan is a courtier of the Tang Dynasty, so the Turks under his jurisdiction are naturally also the courtiers of the Tang Dynasty. "Under the whole world, is it the land of the king", this is how the sentence is realized.

Li Yuan glared at him fiercely, then patted the table: "I just want to watch the little boy dance!"

"Could it be that the majestic emperor of the Tang Dynasty can't even command a mere Turkic barbarian?"

Wei Zheng pursed his lips.

Li Shimin's complexion didn't change much, and he waved his hand lightly: "So, then please ask Dubi to perform a dance for the emperor."

Among the guests, a slightly obese, dark-skinned man stood up, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said in his not so proficient Chinese: "Chen Chen, I'm not good at dancing."

"Gu said you can dance, so you can." Li Yuan interrupted him with a bad tone.

Jieli Khan raised his head and looked at Li Shimin.

Li Shimin's face was expressionless, as if he didn't see anything.

Jieli Khan had no choice but to walk out from the table and stand in the middle of the dance floor. The musicians on the side were playing silk and bamboo, and Jieli Khan was about to dance.

Li Yuan suddenly said again: "Just dancing alone, it's very boring."

"you!"

"You come to sing poetry!"

On the table next to him, the person who was eating was taken aback for a moment, then slowly stood up.

The one Li Yuan pointed out was Feng Zhidai, the leader of the Nanman Land.

Feng Zhidai stood up and also subconsciously glanced at Li Shimin. Seeing that His Majesty had no expression on his face, he coughed lightly and began to chant a poem.

Amidst the sound of poetry and silk and bamboo, Jieli Khan danced clumsily.

As soon as his footsteps became chaotic, his plump body fell to the ground, but the sound of silk and bamboo music and Feng Zhidai's poems did not stop, so he could only roll over like a groundhog and continue dancing in embarrassment.

The dance is very ugly, and there is no beauty at all.

But this actually made Li Yuan a lot happier. He laughed out loud, and the others smirked a few times in agreement.

After the dance was over, Jieli Khan lay on the ground panting.

Li Yuan turned his head and looked at Li Shimin: "You, a Turkic courtier, dance well. How about staying with me and being a dancer?"

Li Shimin's face remained unchanged: "Father wants it, so take it."

This was not the reaction Li Yuan wanted, he felt a little bored, and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's useless to ask for this stinky guy."

After speaking, he paused, looked at the almost untouched food in front of Li Shimin, and raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you eat a single bite?"

"Could it be that you are not satisfied with my food in Weiyang Palace?"