Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 248 Iron Head Kung Fu

"what?"

Jiang Shangxian was a Muggle: "Forty, forty-six?"

So Wu Meiniang is only fifteen this year, right?

She wanted to smash the TV!

Erfeng may be old, but she's only thirty-nine! And she's the emperor after all. What else can Li Junxian do except being old?

Who on earth came up with this TV show?! All the couples she's been supporting over the years!!!

She's going to be angry!

Cui Bianxu observed her changing expressions for a while, then decided that the turban on his head probably hadn't turned green yet, so he continued, "This... must be an excuse."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Shangxian quickly pulled away from the collapsing world of his CP's disillusionment: "Is there something else?"

"Ahem." Seeing her attention instantly drawn back, Cui Bianxu felt a little proud inside, but he lowered his voice a little and leaned closer. "Wang Mingqian told me last night when we left the palace. He sat close to the Duke of Wulian. The wine His Majesty gave at the banquet yesterday was Fushuichun. This wine tastes clear and not spicy at all, and is very mellow, but it has a strong aftertaste and can easily make you drunk."

Fushuichun, also known as Yingzhouchun, is the royal banquet wine. It was originally produced in this state, and later people from Yingzhou were used as winemakers to contribute to the palace.

Jiang Shangxian nodded enthusiastically, then followed suit by leaning forward, his eyes rolling as he whispered, "So, Duke Wulian got drunk and accidentally bumped into Consort Wu?"

"That's what it looks like on the surface, but..."

It was too close, and Cui Bianxu was a little dazed. Why did the incense smell like orange peel today?

"But what?" Jiang Shangxian pricked up his ears and waited attentively for a long time but didn't hear anything. He became a little anxious. What's wrong with this person? Gossip is one thing, but he shouldn't keep people in suspense like this!

She suddenly looked up and wanted to have a serious talk with Cui Bian about the ethical standards of gossip, but there was a loud bang, and the moral standards she had said turned into a short exclamation: "Oh!"

"Well!"

Instinctively, she hugged her head as saline solution appeared in the corners of her eyes. Cui Bianxu ignored the pain in his cheekbone and quickly raised his hand to press on the top of her head, looking around: "Where does it hurt?"

"It's okay..." Jiang Shangxian, whose head was pressed down and she couldn't move, felt that this little pain was actually nothing compared to having her head pressed down. She was now anxious to save her poor head. Woo woo woo, with such a strong force, she felt that her neck was pressed shorter!

Fortunately, Cui Bianxu repeatedly touched her crown several times and found no swelling, so he loosened his hand and gently pressed on his own face: "Hiss..."

Jiang Shangxian, who had regained control of his head, heard a gasp and finally remembered that he had bumped into someone. He gave Cui Bianxu a silly smile and said, "Cui Lang, are you okay?"

Can Cui Bianxu say that he is not good? You are kidding! He is a strong-willed man!

"It's just a light touch, nothing serious. However, your head..." He stared at his future wife's head hesitantly, as if racking his brains for words. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "Your head is quite suitable for practicing Iron Head Kung Fu."

Jiang Shangxian shrank her head in dismay and secretly moved her hips to the side. She didn't want to practice some iron head kung fu. It reminded people of Qiu Qianren's head, which was unlucky. She didn't want to be bald. "What did the General of the Central Army tell you?"

"Wang Mingqian said that Duke Wulian was a heavy drinker. While others drank cup after cup, he preferred to drink from a bowl. After three rounds of drinking, the generals of the Sixteen Guards were chatting, and for some reason the topic of childhood names came up. Duke Wulian said that because he was born in Wu'an, Mingzhou, his mother gave him a childhood name..."

"But what's the taboo about this nickname?" Jiang Shangxian gritted his teeth secretly. This guy really likes to keep people in suspense!

"The Duke of Wulian's nickname was a homonym of Wu'an, so he was called Wu Niangzi." When Cui Bian said this, his right index finger tapped the table lightly, and the nails made a crisp sound against the wooden table.

Jiang Shangxian blinked twice slowly and said softly, "Therefore, Your Majesty believes that the person mentioned in the prophecy is Duke Li, whose nickname is Wu Niangzi..."

This is also very logical. Li Junxian was the son of Li Qian in Sizhou at that time. He initially followed Li Mi of Wagangzhai and later followed Wang Shichong. Because he was dissatisfied with Wang Shichong, he took his men to join Li Yuan and worked his way up to the position of Wu'an County Duke.

Later generations all said that Lu Bu was a slave of three surnames. Of course, he was indeed... But in history, whenever there was troubled times, it was not uncommon for military generals to change their bosses. There is yin and yang in the world, and the two energies of yin and yang create a balance between heaven and earth. Some people are loyal and fearless of death, while others love their work wholeheartedly. Didn't Li Junxian change two unsuitable bosses before settling down with the third one?

Before Wu Zetian ascended to the throne, who could have imagined a woman could become emperor? Even in modern times, how many heads of state are women? The world has been oppressing women since ancient times. At that time, the term "female emperor" seemed like a fantasy to those in power.

From this perspective, someone like Li Junxian seems more reasonable.

"Did Wu Cairen mean it or..." Jiang Shangxian figured out the first part and started to ponder the second part: "Did she also attend the palace banquet?"

Cui Bianxu looked at her eyes with a light in them, well, brighter than Chen Xiao's - his wife really thought the same thing as him!

"No." A fifth-rank talent was in charge of banquets in the palace, but she had no qualifications to sit at the table.

Jiang Shangxian subconsciously bit her left fang. She knew her mouth might look a little crooked, but she had some uneasy guesses in her mind. She hesitated and hesitated before finally asking, "Do you think this was ordered by His Majesty..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and every word was whispered. If Wu Meiniang had indeed done this according to Li Shimin's wishes, then... she was really amazing, wasn't she?

You know, she is just fifteen this year. Jiang Shangxian couldn't help but wonder what he was doing when he was fifteen?

Oh, I'm thinking about how to sneakily eat snacks under the desk in class without being noticed, and how to sign my parents' names on the test paper without the teacher noticing...

Comparison is the key to success. At the same age of fifteen, he was already working hard for his career and easily brought down a high-ranking official of the court who was a founding hero.

Tsk tsk tsk....he is worthy of being Emperor Wu!