Famous and beautiful Tang Dynasty

"Guoguo, just cry if you want to cry, it's much better if you cry."

"Mother..."

Guoguo threw herself down in front of the sick bed and burst into tears.

Brother has paid too much for her, she can't imagine how much.

Every word and sentence recorded by Xiaoxiao made Guoguo feel distressed.

However, when my elder brother saw him, he always looked calm and calm.

Always, he shoulders all the suffering and tiredness by himself.

"Your Majesty, this record should be published and distributed throughout the Tang Dynasty, so that everyone can know how great everything the King of Heaven has done."

"Let everyone know how great our 50 soldiers are."

"Let everyone know how serious the consequences of offending our Tang Dynasty are..."

Prime Minister Fang Xuanling excitedly published the opening statement.

"Minister, seconded..."

"Minister, seconded..."

"Minister, seconded..."

Not surprisingly, all the civil and military officials were all excited at this moment, and they stood up one after another to salute and second.

"Okay, what you dear friends say is true."

"I also have this intention. I have decided that all the funds sold this time will go to Princess Xiaoxiao."

"The cost of the Ministry of Rites, as well as labor costs, are all provided by the treasury."

His Majesty Li Er waved his hand and made a decision on the spot.

"Your Majesty Shengming..."

"Your Majesty Shengming..."

The civil and military officials shouted in unison!

They really did not expect that the King of Tianxia and King Chang'an suffered so many hardships along the way.

The 50 army also suffered all the way.

To be able to eat a leg of lamb in a month is a very happy and beautiful luxury for Princess Xiaoxiao.

This is the time to promote righteousness and promote the prestige of our country. His Majesty Li Er has also shown his responsibility and responsibility.

He has always had a soft spot for money, but for the first time, he wants to post money outside.

It was really beyond the expectations of all the officials.

Lin Ran was naturally happy and accepted the kindness of His Majesty and all civil and military officials with a smile.

Just save the money for Xiaoxiao, and keep it as a dowry in the future.

His Majesty Li Er came back to the Lizheng Hall after returning to the court.

Sizi and Guoguo were still crying.

"Father, brother-in-law and big brother Houhou, and Xiaoxiao, they are so miserable..."

"Father, my son's heart hurts so much!"

"Father, you must reward them well..."

Sizi's handsome face was weeping.

"Son, don't cry. Of course Father knows that they have suffered so much for so many years."

"Today, my father has decreed that the Ministry of Rites will print tens of thousands of copies of what Xiaoxiao wrote."

"All the funds sold belong to Xiaoxiao."

"It can be regarded as compensation, they have suffered for so many years!"

"At the same time, it is also the time to promote righteousness and promote the prestige of our country."

"Father believes that they will be very moved when they see the real stories written by Princess Xiaoxiao."

"I will cherish the beautiful life today even more, and love our respectable and lovely soldiers even more."

"I will also know better why the father named the son-in-law the king of the world."

His Majesty Li Er said with emotion!

Lin Ran, Hou Hou and Ping An returned to the Lin Mansion.

Lin Ran immediately told Xiaoxiao that His Majesty wanted to sell the rubbings of the story written by Xiaoxiao.

He smiled happily and narrowed his eyes.

"Smile, you will be the little rich man of our family from now on."

"Father help Xiaoxiao keep the money, okay?"

"Ah."

"Xiaoxiao listens to father's arrangement."

Smiling and nodding happily, he agreed.

Anyway, I have never been short of pocket money, not to mention that I really can't spend much money in the Lin Mansion.

Even if you go shopping, the best restaurants and teahouses in Chang'an City are all owned by you.

Even Rose Cottage is opened by the family.

Today there are still tailors, Crystal City.

There are also shops selling balls.

There is no need to spend money to go there by yourself.

"But the father has to promise his daughter one thing."

Xiaoxiao looked up at his father and said.

"Okay, Xiaoxiao's matter, let alone one, even ten or a hundred. Father also agreed."

Lin Ran promised with a smile.

"Father, one part of this money should be reserved for mother, and one part for younger brother and younger sister."

Xiaoxiao lowered his head in embarrassment.

The younger brother and younger sister she mentioned were naturally the children born to her mother Wu Yan.

"Okay, my father agreed. And I will keep it a secret for Xiaoxiao. Because Xiaoxiao has really grown up."

Smiling words reminded Lin Ran of the time when he made his first money.

At the beginning, I left [-] mu of fertile land to Houhou and Guoguo.

Thinking about it now, I understand what Xiaoxiao is thinking.

This girl is thinking about her younger brothers and sisters!

Such a good girl, how could I have the heart to reject her admirable thoughts.

"Well, father must keep Xiaoxiao a secret."

The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled.

In Chang'an City on the second day, early in the morning, people found stacks of rice paper placed in restaurants and teahouses.

"Shopkeeper, is this the same one as Journey to the West sold last time?"

The curious visitor asked.

For a while, people stopped, waiting for the shopkeeper's answer.

"That's right! That's right! This is a story written by Princess Xiaoxiao himself, about the expedition of King Tianxia and King Chang'an."

"All the stories and all the characters in it are real people."

What the shopkeeper said made everyone interested.

"Give me a..."

"I'll have one too..."

Seeing someone walking out of the restaurant and teahouse with the same rice paper as last time, the people immediately asked.

A dear friend was watching in a daze, and unexpectedly bumped his head against the south wall.

Even so, this man did not look back when he hit the south wall.

Still reading it carefully.

It wasn't until after reading it that this man realized that his head hadn't hit the south wall after all.

There is already a big bag on the head.

But he felt no pain at all.

I saw him quickly returning to the restaurant.

"Shopkeeper, will you continue to write stories like this tomorrow?"

There was a look of excitement on the young man's face.

"This guest officer, I will definitely continue to sell new chapters tomorrow."

"Thank you shopkeeper, Mr. Pei will come to buy again tomorrow."

The young man walked quickly to the inn.

When passing by the teahouse, I heard the voice of a letter coming from inside.

And it was telling the story he was watching, and he walked in immediately.

At this time, the teahouse has already begun to gather people who listen to books.

The storyteller is happy!

Only after Journey to the West, I haven't been on stage for a long time.

At the beginning, I explained Journey to the West, but I made myself the money of a mansion.

Now that he saw this story, he had already seen it, and another mansion beckoned to him again.

"The story begins six years ago..."

"On this day outside the city of Chang'an, gongs and drums blared, and firecrackers shook the sky..."

"Guest officers must ask, why is this?"

"How about predicting the future? Please listen to the next chapter to break down..."

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To say that this storyteller is really tantalizing.

It is comparable to the dog authors of later generations who like to cut chapters.

People who are so anxious to wait are anxious to get angry, and their throats are smoking!

Anxious to get angry, what should I do if my throat is smoky?

drink tea!

Ever since, the guy in the teahouse ran and broke his legs.

The shopkeeper laughed from ear to ear.

This is a lot of copper money.

Think about the hot scenes of Journey to the West in the past few years, and it will finally come back this year.

The tea drinkers gathered in groups of three or four to discuss who wrote this masterpiece.

There is no doubt that everyone pointed their swords at the son-in-law.