Traveling through the troubled times of Sui and Tang Dynasties

"Oh? The son of Luo Yi, the king of Peking, are you sure?" Yu Wenhua tilted his head, his voice was slightly higher, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

"I have found out clearly that the young man who fought against me is the son of Beiping King Luo Yi, the Duke of Yanshan Luocheng Luo Shaobao, and the rest... I can't find out." Yu Wencheng thought it over, "This Luo Yi is hiding his son tightly. I haven't heard anyone mention it, if it wasn't for the banquet today, I really don't know that he has such a son."

After thinking about it, Yu Wenhuaji said to himself, "Are you sure the badge is not in Luo Cheng's hands?"

"Well, this waist card should belong to Li Yuan or that yellow-faced man."

"Well, don't touch Luo Cheng for the time being. If something happens to Luo Cheng in Chang'an City, no matter whether we did it or not, Luo Yi will not let it go. If the matter becomes serious, if the emperor thoroughly investigates the matter, we will be divorced from King Jin." It doesn't matter."

"My son obeys."

The emperor hosted a banquet for Beiping Wang Luoyi, and all the ministers were invited to accompany the guests.

The crown prince sat on the left side of His Highness, followed by Luo Yi's family, the second prince Yang Guang sat on the right side of His Highness, followed by Yu Wenhua and his father and son.

Luo Yi was sitting upright, not daring to slack off at all, and when he turned his head, he saw his son staring at the pastries on the table without blinking, and quickly reached out and pulled his lapel under the table.

Luo Cheng turned his head and looked at his father with a dazed expression. Didn't he say that he was not allowed to talk or look around, why was he not even allowed to be in a daze?

Luo Yi: Be natural.

Luo Cheng: Huh?

Apparently the communication between the father and the son was not in the same area, and no one could understand who was thinking. Luo Cheng waited for a long time before his father explained anything, so he turned his head to look at the cakes on the table. The cakes are so beautifully made. Look, how can the same glutinous rice jujube cake be made so delicate?What did the maid say her name was just now?This is crystal dragon and phoenix cake?Presumably, the entrance is also extremely delicate. Luo Cheng has no other hobbies, especially sweets. Since he can't look around or talk casually at this moment, his eyes are naturally fixed on the food in front of him.

"The king of Beiping has made indelible contributions to our country in the Sui Dynasty. He has guarded northern Hebei all year round and made the Turks fearful, so that there is no chance of invasion... These years have been really hard..."

Luo Cheng licked his lower lip, when will the banquet begin?

It's no wonder that he is greedy for food, he has been on the road for several days, and he is already exhausted. Not only did he just wake up, he was notified to come to the dinner party, which caused him to not drink a sip of water or eat any snacks. There are so many good wines and dishes in front of you, exuding fragrance, but you still can't eat it, is there such a tormenting person?

Luo Cheng saw that Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty had no intention of having a banquet at all, and his father seemed to be happy to hear the words of praise. While not paying attention, Luo Cheng sneaked up to the edge of the table with his left hand and touched the pastry on the far side.

He had just touched the corner of the table, and was pulled down directly. Luo Cheng tilted his head and looked at him while listening to Emperor Wen of Sui with a serious face, while still having time to stop his father.

Seeing that he didn't let go, he could only spread his upper hand on his knees in a peaceful manner, lowered his head resentfully, and remained motionless.

Yu Wencheng had been sizing up the person opposite him just now, and he saw this series of small movements clearly, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise. He didn't expect that the boy who refused to give an inch in the fight had such a childish side.

"I heard that Lord Yanshan is here today?"

Luo Cheng was suddenly called by someone, he was stunned, and looked at his father, only to see his father respectfully stood up and bowed: "Yes, my son Luo Cheng is also there."

As soon as the words were finished, there was no response, and when I looked back, the boy was still sitting peacefully in his original position, and suddenly became anxious, and made him stand up quickly with a wink.

This time Luo Cheng understood and stood up to salute.

Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty sized him up carefully, and then said with a smile: "Luo Shaobao is really good-looking. He is very handsome at a young age."

Luo Cheng opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a voice from beside him: "Your Majesty, it may be due to the unwell weather. After arriving in Chang'an, the child occasionally feels cold and coughs. It is very inconvenient to speak. Why don't you have a humble minister to do it for you?"

"Oh?" Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty looked at Luo Cheng with concern, "Luo Shaobao, is it ever better?"

The corners of Luo Cheng's eyes twitched, Dad, you really did everything you could to keep me from talking, why didn't you just say that I was born dumb.

Thinking about it, Luo Cheng coughed twice cooperatively, then pointed to his throat, lowered his voice and pretended to be hoarse: "Back to the emperor—"

"Okay, okay, don't talk, just pay more attention to rest, Luo Shaobao sit down quickly."

Luo Cheng sat down magnanimously, and made a mural again, looking at his nose, nose and heart, his hands and feet were stiff, showing signs of turning into fossils.

Until Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty announced the opening of the banquet——

The hands are not stiff, the feet are not stiff, and the body is extremely flexible. He directly holds the pair of chopsticks, and puts the pastry in front of him into a small porcelain bowl with one chopstick. He lowers his head and chews slowly.

Luo Yi closed her eyes, ouch, you shameless little ancestor, the Peking Palace lacks your food or your clothes, isn't it just a stack of pastries?Although I usually control you a bit more strictly, and you are not allowed to eat more sweets, for fear that it will be bad for your teeth, but you should not embarrass yourself outside.

The singing and dancing on the stage, how gorgeous and colorful, how enchanting the beauties are, has nothing to do with him. He uses the chopsticks quickly and accurately. Although he eats fast, the way he eats is extremely elegant.Looking from the direction of Yuwen Chengdu, he could see him eating hard, eating this pastry and drinking sweet soup, his mouth never rested.

Seeing Xiaozui muttering, Yu Wencheng couldn't help but smile, how did the King of Peiping abuse him?The original vigilance is also a little less.

Luo Yi glared at him a few times, but the brat didn't even give him the tip of his eyes, so Luo Yi had no choice but to turn his body slightly to cover him.

Yu Wenhuaji turned his head and saw his son, who had always been unsmiling, raised the corners of his lips just in a mood, and was instantly horrified.Although his son's appearance is not bad, but he is used to being serious. Now that he laughs, the tough face that is as sharp as a knife becomes much softer in an instant——

But... I'm really not used to it!My son in Chengdu, don't scare your father.

The singers in the arena retreated, replaced by a group of powerful warriors who danced steadily, vigorously and bravely. Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty nodded frequently, very happy.

Just when he was relaxing, he suddenly saw that one of the warriors' sword was careless, and he let go, and the point of the sword stabbed straight at the upper seat. Everyone present, who did not expect such a change, were all dumbfounded.

Emperor Wen of Sui watched helplessly as the tip of the knife stabbed towards him, so fast that he forgot to react.

It was too late to say it, but soon, Yu Wencheng saw this, and flew to grab the handle of the knife——

"哐——" With a clear sound, the knife suddenly changed its direction, was hit on the wall with a bang, and then fell to the ground, so fast that it took the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people waited to kowtow for forgiveness.

"Your Majesty, are you all right, Your Majesty—"

"I'm fine." Emperor Wen of Sui waved his hand.

Yu Wencheng stepped forward to check and picked up the porcelain that was broken into several petals on the ground. It was a small porcelain spoon. His burning eyes suddenly looked in the direction of His Highness Beiping Wang Luoyi. Sure enough, he saw the young man who was holding the spoon just now. There is no such thing.

"General Yuwen, but what did you find?"

Yu Wencheng knelt down on one knee and said: "Reporting to the emperor, thanks to Luo Shaobao's extraordinary wit, he was able to escape the catastrophe."

"Oh? Where did you say that?"

"The big knife was knocked down by a small porcelain spoon. Your Majesty only needs to check who among the guests has lost the spoon, and he will naturally know who solved the danger."

After a while, the maid came forward and reported that only Luo Shaobao's porcelain spoon was gone. Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty was surprised: "I didn't expect Luo Shaobao to have such skill at such a young age. He is really a hero."

Luo Yi glared at his son, there are so many capable people and strangers in the hall, do you have to make a move?

Luo Cheng was stared at by his father, feeling sad in his heart, he was completely out of instinct, and now he wished to chop off his own hand, and that general, who was full and had nothing to do, ran out to expose him.

The Holy Majesty praised that Luo Yi would stand up to thank the gift no matter what.

I saw Yu Wenhuaji also stood up gracefully, and said slowly: "My Majesty, I heard that Luo Cheng Luo Shaobao, the son of the King of Beiping, has also learned the Luo family's ancestral spear technique, and his martial arts are superb. Contest with it, so as to cheer up His Majesty?"

Yu Wencheng's body trembled violently, and he turned to look at his father. He clearly said that he should not be killed, so why is he asking for a martial arts competition now?

"One is General Tianbao of my Great Sui Dynasty, and the other is a rare young talent. I am also very interested in this competition."

When Luo Cheng first heard General Tianbao, his two eyeballs rolled away, and there was light in his eyes. It turned out that this was General Tianbao Yuwen Chengdu.

The name Yuwen Chengdu is recognizable no matter whether it is in this world or in the storytelling books of later generations, it is synonymous with God of War.Unexpectedly, he was so lucky that he would be able to compete with him as soon as he arrived in Chang'an.

Immediately, he was gearing up, looking at the man in golden armor opposite him, extremely excited.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty finished speaking, his father immediately stood up and said, "My son is still young, how could he be the opponent of General Tianbao? Besides, my son is not feeling well these days, I am afraid that the Prime Minister's kindness will be disobeyed."

Luo Yi tugged at Luo Cheng's clothes in private, motioning him to say a few words, but Luo Cheng was so focused on being able to compete with Yuwen Chengdu that he didn't pay any attention to it.Luo Yi talked for a long time, but his son did not speak. He took a sneak peek and saw his son's eyes glued to Yu Wencheng, who was opposite him, and he couldn't get off. He guessed that he must have become addicted to martial arts.

"Oh—" Luo Cheng suddenly groaned, and his body was bent.

"Cheng'er? How are you, Cheng'er? Is there something wrong?" Luo Yi hurriedly asked.

"Your Majesty, the child is indeed unwell, and I hope the Emperor will forgive the crime of disrespect. If the child recovers in the future, he will definitely serve the Emperor."

Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty didn't look like he was pretending, his little face was distorted uncomfortably. How could Luo Shaobao say that he saved his life just now? Let it go.

Luo Cheng's eyes were full of tears, and he looked at his mother with a grievance.

Mother, do you need to twist my waist so hard?It hurts me to death...