Traveling through the Gaowu Tang Dynasty, Li Kuan and Li Shimin became the second sons of the Prince

Green hills and mountains are just like young people.

When Jiang went to drive the carriage to the lush Xianling Mausoleum, it was already close to noon. It was not the first time for the master and servant to come here. Li Kuan, who was familiar with the situation, held the pastry box and ignored the guarding officers and soldiers, and went straight to the Empress Dowager Dou's house. In front of the tomb.

"Grandma, Kuan'er is here to see you again..."

Jiang Qu stood in the distance and looked at His Royal Highness King Chu, who was kneeling in front of Queen Mother Dou's tomb, kowtowing three times in succession, and then started chattering as if gossiping. He felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

Everyone in the world knows that His Highness King Chu has no taboos in his actions, but who has ever seen His Highness as obedient as he is today.

"Grandma, my grandson came in a hurry today, and I didn't find your favorite flower-folded goose cake. I only had crystal dragon and phoenix cake and cheese cherry." Kneeling in front of his grandmother's tomb, Li Kuan seemed to be chatting away from the food beside him. Two snacks were taken out from the box: "Grandma, Kuan'er is still greedy now, so according to the old rules, half for Kuan'er and half for Grandma." Li Kuan said, picked up the pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't know that he had eaten too much. Urgently, there was still no fruit wine to soothe his throat, and Li Kuan was suddenly speechless.

"Grandma..." After a long time, Li Kuan leaned down and gently placed the half-eaten pastry in front of the tombstone: "My grandson has tasted it and it tastes good. But my grandson is naughty and always thinks it is the most delicious in the world." , it’s still the glutinous rice cake that my grandmother made for me..."

Li Kuan straightened his body again and tried hard to imagine the appearance of the kind woman in his memory. At this time, he seemed not to be kneeling on a cold stone slab, but by the garden of his ancestral home in Longyou when he was a child. His grandmother was holding a book for him. I read those strange and strange stories tirelessly, and I was just an innocent child sitting next to my grandmother, reading the stories while looking for ant holes around.

"Grandma, how about if I can get my grandfather to agree that when I die in the future, I will not build the royal mausoleum but just be buried next to you?

Grandma... Actually, there is nothing good about Chang'an, and growing up is not interesting. I still like the days when I was young in Longyou, with you by my side.

Grandma, please forgive Kuan'er for his unfilial piety - now I have almost forgotten your appearance.

Grandma... If you also want Kuan'er, come and meet Kuan'er in Kuan'er's dream..."

Jiang Qu looked at His Royal Highness the King of Chu who was gradually bending his figure and finally lying on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a bit of sourness in his heart. Perhaps the one who really missed the old lady was that among the royal family, the only one who looked cynical was His Highness the King of Chu...

After a long time, Li Kuan stood up, brushed his face with his long sleeves, wiped away his useless tears, sniffed, turned around and said to Jiang angrily: "Let's go back to the palace!"

"Your Highness..." Jiang went to wait for a long time with a brocade handkerchief and a kettle. Looking at His Royal Highness the King of Chu, who was so careless in his family, he really doubted that the old lady was so clean by nature. The uncle’s teachings are more particular.

perhaps……

Because of his status as a retainer, Jiang Qu couldn't blame the old lady for doting on his grandson, but he really couldn't stand His Highness the King of Chu who ignored him in such a way: "Your Highness..." Jiang Qu looked at the grandson who had already swaggered towards him. Li Kuan, who was in front of him, raised the things in his hands and said with a complicated expression: "Old slave, here are a kettle and a brocade handkerchief..."

"Don't tell me that I didn't notice it, but I am indeed a little thirsty." At this time, Li Kuan's eyes were still scarlet, but the sadness on his face had long since disappeared, and he grabbed Jiang Qian's hand. He raised his neck and started pouring water into his mouth.

Seeing the handsome young man in front of him acting like a rough guy in the army, Jiang Qu suddenly took back the words that were on his lips: Forget it, when you are away from home, it is better to just give in.

As long as you are happy...

What Jiang Qu didn't expect was that His Highness King Chu would be "happy" so quickly.

On the way back, Li Kuan suddenly asked the old question that gave Jiang Qu a headache: "I say Jiang Qu, tell me the truth, do you really think you can't beat that Hong San?"

Jiang Qu, who was driving the carriage, shook his hands when he heard this and almost drove the carriage into a ditch.

No, you just finished crying at the Xianling Mausoleum. When you were done, you wiped your face and turned around to ask me if I could do better than Hong San?

Do you think this is appropriate?

What, the main theme is "If you never forget it, there will be repercussions", right?

But don’t tell me yet, these eight words are really one of a certain person’s life creeds.

"Alas..." Thinking that His Highness was not in a good mood today, Jiang Qu decided to show off his secrets to the other party this time: "If His Highness needs it, I can beat you."

"I need it!" Li Kuan stuck his head out of the carriage after hearing this: "I need it so much! If we don't punish Hong San, how can I still hang out in the Tai Chi Hall in the future?! His uncle, my father is beating me now, Please help me, haha, that Hunjun is indeed exhausted by wine and sex..."

"Your Highness! The carriage is still running. Please go back and take a seat!" Jiang Qu felt that he was as big as a head or two at the moment. This little bastard was really outrageous sometimes. He dared to say anything. His good intentions before , it’s all in vain.

"Then tell me first when you are going to beat up Hong San." Li Kuan, who was suddenly shocked to hear such good news, made an inappropriate metaphor. It was like fighting crickets when he was a child, and suddenly he found something that was deeply hidden. If the "General in Tsing Yi" is exposed, then why not go up and beat up the "General in Red Robe" and make his enemy's father look down on him?

Li Kuan even felt that if he was slow for even a moment, he would be letting down Jiang Qu's good skills.

"Your Highness..." Listening to the tone of the other party's words, Jiang went to think of Li Kuan's biggest hobby when he was young for no reason: "Old slave is not the cricket you have worked so hard to find. Okay, why should I have sex with Hong San?" Making enemies?"

"Mr. Jiang!" After hearing that his retainers were better than his father's retainers, Li Kuan now started to call him "Mr. Jiang" again: "Don't you know, I have been suffering from that stupid king for a long time. In the past, He lectured me at least about martial arts, and everyone set up a formation to fight one on one. Now he has called in helpers. How can this be done? Once such a precedent is set, if I commit any crime in the future, the foolish king will be angry. The masters of Ouchi are rushing straight towards me... Think about it! Think about it! By then, even if I am strong, even if I am a hero, I will still be doomed to be bitten to death by ants. What will happen..."

"Huh..." This was not the first time Jiang Qu saw His Highness's shameless face, but every time, he could always experience a new level of shamelessness.

"Your Highness, is it possible that as long as you obey the rules, Your Majesty will not cause trouble for you." Jiang Qu decided to point out the root cause of the problem, because this was far more effective than listening to Li Kuan's words - defeating Hongshan. many.

"Humph," who would have thought that Li Kuan suddenly sat in the carriage and began to recite a poem in an arrogant tone: "Can you bow your eyebrows and bow down to the emperor, making me unhappy?"

Because of Li Kuan's counterargument, Jiang Qu suddenly lost his respect for the activity of literati reciting poems.

"Snapped!"

"Drive!" With a whip that contained some negative emotions from Jiang Qu, the pained horse began to run wildly after letting out a long neigh, pulling the noble master and servant towards the direction of Chang'an City. Go quickly...