All the members are in love with the group, and the cub is causing trouble in the Tang Dynasty.

Ying Zheng brought a book from the front hall and saw his eldest son crying with tears and grief.

When he came closer, the little guy snorted twice more and stopped crying.

Yuan Yuan touched his little head and said, "When my wooden brother grows up, we can eat together!"

That look is very similar.

Ying Zheng put the book on the couch and opened it for Yuan Yuan to read: "This is a book printed by the young master. How do you think it compares to the upper realm?"

He always thought that this kind of technology was owned by the immortals from the upper realm.

Yuan Yuan took a look and found that the paper was similar to the books in the Tang Dynasty. He nodded: "Yeah, yeah."

The system reminded her: "Host, show Ying Zheng what we brought quickly. It's so profitable... Oh no, it's so good to help him!"

Yuan Yuan quickly took out two oil paper bags from the small cloth pocket on his waist and handed them to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng took it with a curious look on his face: "What is this?"

Yuan Yuan pointed at one of them and was about to speak when the system stopped her: "No! You can't say it! If you say it, you will be locked by No. 002!"

The little kid pursed his lips, pointed at one of the oil paper bags and said, "Salty!"

Pointing to another one: "Sweet!!!"

Ying Zheng opened the two oil paper bags, which were filled with tiny white particles.

"Is this...edible?"

Yuan Yuan nodded.

Ying Zheng looked at the cute little girl in front of him with complicated emotions.

He touched the little kid's chubby face and said gently: "Yuanyuan, may you be born in Chang'an, please pay tribute to Shi Sui."

Yuan Yuan scratched his chin: "Yeah, yeah, I spent my birthday in Chang'an!"

One big and one small looked at each other and smiled.

Yuan Yuan recited to him the methods of making fine salt and white sugar word by word, and Ying Zheng recorded it in detail.

Soon, the system received a prompt for energy points to be credited.

Energy points in different time and space are so easy to earn!

A gloomy voice came: "Is it easy to make money?"

"It's so profitable..."

System No. 001's scalp tightened. It remained calm in the face of danger, did not panic when encountering difficulties, was not alarmed by changes, and calmly activated the privilege of the No. 002 subsystem, disconnecting the forcibly connected System No. [-].

Hey, hey, now, we really have a feud! ! !

System No. 002 is rolled, leaving a bunch of code behind.

It’s all about criticizing Tong.

System No. 001 is so sad! ! ! If it has a heart.

Yuan Yuan, Ying Zheng and Fu Su ate pastries together, and printed a bunch of small fingerprints on the paper together.

Ying Zheng stamped his private seal on Da Qin's first printed book and gave the book to Yuan Yuan.

The wonderful and enjoyable time ended like this.

Yuan Yuan returned to Datang happily with books and food boxes.

After returning to her room, her old father helped her pack her things and asked casually: "Where is Xiao Huang?"

Yuan Yuan looked shocked, and she suddenly patted her calf: "Hey! I even forgot about Xiao Huang!!!"

Ying Zheng was squatting in a corner of the hall, looking at the little yellow raccoon who was sleeping like a belly, and fell into deep thought.

He summoned the animal husbandry officer of Xianyang Palace and prepared to hand it over to him to raise it. Like the pheasant, he would take good care of it.

The animal breeder came to collect the cat and was shocked when he saw Xiao Huang.

"Your Majesty, this is a leopard. This beast is ferocious and difficult to tame!!!"

Ying Zheng picked up Xiao Huang and saw that he looked confused. He poked his belly and said, "It's good to have children and raise them. Don't neglect it."

***

Early in the morning, Yuan Yuan went to school listlessly.

The system said that it had been locked by System 002 in the Qin Dynasty, and it would not be good to pass in a short time.

Yuan Yuan lost her beloved son, it was really sad.

She walked into the school with her little head drooped and carrying a heavy backpack.

Even the cicadas on the big trees in the Hongbunkan garden felt the sadness of their cubs.

Li Tai couldn't hold it back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Three and a half years old, you have become mature and stable???"

Several people gathered around, and Yuan Yuan seemed to be waiting for this moment. She sniffed and cried: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My son is gone!!!"

Li Tai was shocked: "Oh, that's so uncomfortable. Did Xiao Huang get lost?"

King Zhao frowned: "Is anyone going to look for it?"

The entrance to Yuanyuanfang is the palace of the prince, and it is heavily guarded. If anyone sees it, they should be sent back to the Dingbei palace.

Yuan Yuan looked helpless and wiped away tears: "I'm in a place so far away that I can't come back!"

At this time, Yu Shinan walked in.

The teenagers returned to their seats one after another.

Yu Shinan put his hands behind his back and was about to speak when he saw the child's expression of sadness and confusion on his face.

Li Tai opened his mouth to explain to him: "That little yellow leopard, Xiao Wa'er's son, is lost!"

Yu Shinan sighed slightly.

"So, today is the poetry class. Let's write a poem with the theme of 'A close friend is separated'."

"Who will come first?"

Yuan Yuan looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and raised his little hands.

The corner of Yu Shinan's mouth twitched. This little kid can only recite a few lines of poetry, but how can he compose poetry?

His tone was hesitant: "Then Second Madam Yuan will write a poem first?"

Yuan Yuan nodded, her slightly raised chin filled with sadness.

"Ah, Xiao Huang!"

"I really can't bear to leave you!"

"What will I do without you!!!"

"If the wontons made by my sister are not delicious, my mother-in-law will not be able to eat."

"If dad doesn't coax me to sleep, grandma won't even be able to sleep!"

"I miss you so much!!!"

She wiped away her tears, sighed deeply, and then looked at Yu Shinan expectantly.

Yu Shinan forced out the character "well" on his forehead, and suppressed laughter could be heard in the school.

***

Li Shimin went to court and as soon as he walked out of the Taiji Palace, he was summoned by the Supreme Emperor to Xianchi Palace to talk.

He didn't know why, but he rushed over anyway.

Today in the morning court, Changsun Wuji led the ministers to donate money, silk and food, which delayed some time, and the next court was later than usual.

When he arrived at Xianchi Palace, he saw his old father holding the crying little dumpling in his arms and comforting him softly.

Li Shimin had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, Li Yuan said sternly: "Tell me, a little kid who is only three years old took the initiative to compose a poem in class. Why does he have to be slapped in the face?!"

"Is there still any heavenly law, is there any royal law???"

Li Shimin leaned over and the little boy buried his face in the Supreme Emperor's arms.

"Is it in the way?"

Li Yuan coughed. It was natural that it was fine. Not to mention swelling, it was not red at all.

Li Shimin understood clearly and asked King Zhao on the opposite side: "Who hit him?"

King Zhao glanced at him, wasn't he asking questions knowingly?

But Li Yuan really didn't know. He was just comforting the little boy and didn't ask.

Li Yuan looked at King Zhao, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

King Zhao said calmly: "This is Yu Shaojian, a bachelor of Yu Shinan."

Li Yuan: "..."

"Then Yu Qing seldom teaches? Why don't you let young bachelors teach?"

King Zhao did not speak, and the Supreme Emperor said to the little boy with red eyes: "Yuan Baoer, that Bachelor Yu is a great scholar of our time..."

The implication is that even if others beg him to fight, they won't get it.

He is seventy years old and teaches in person every day. He is a great blessing to the students of Hongwen Hall!

Besides, Yu Shinan probably just frightened the little kid and gave him a light slap.

Yuan Yuan was dissatisfied: "The poems I wrote are so good, I...I even cried!"

Li Yuan didn't believe how good the poem could be made by the little boy, but he still cooperated: "Oh? Then..."

He looked at Li Shimin and signaled him to settle the matter.

Li Shimin looked at King Zhao: "What poem did you write?"

King Zhao glanced at a few people, and then recited the little guy's poem without any expression, word for word.

Yuan Yuan looked at Li Yuan expectantly, then at Li Shimin.

Li Yuan gave Li Shimin another look and asked him to think of a solution.

Li Shimin sighed, this is really difficult to comment on.