The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Zhao Chen entered the Tai Chi Hall.

Behind him, the boy from Wangyou Baozi Shop pushed the trolley in with trembling hands and feet.

The Imperial Army did not dare to stop the Duke's entourage.

Otherwise, I don’t know why I was beaten!

After all, this prince is so crazy that he even dares to scold the emperor. Even the prince and the king of Wei are fierce men who will beat him up at any time!

"What are you going to do?" Old Li Tou saw Zhao Chen coming in, followed by a boy from Wangyou Baozi Shop. This man also didn't react for a moment.

"This kid doesn't want to buy buns here!" Wei Zheng gritted his teeth and turned a little blue.

He felt that his guess was correct. .??.

With this guy's thinking, he really dares to sell steamed buns in Tai Chi Hall.

After all, he was here to promote himself at the beginning, so that’s not what he said!

"This guy did it on purpose. He knew that none of us had eaten breakfast, and he still had a bitten meat bun in his hand."

"It's too much, it's too much, Gudong——" Fang Xuanling muttered and swallowed.

My stomach suddenly growled!

"I'm hungry." Cheng Yaojin wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and looked longingly at the small cart of buns behind Zhao Chen.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was woken up early in the morning by someone sent by Your Majesty. When I was walking on the road, I felt that Your Majesty must not have had breakfast, so I spared the way and brought some steamed buns for Your Majesty and all the ministers. come over."

"What do we have to do? Let's chat while we eat!" Zhao Chen and Lao Li Tou said.

Waving his hand, the boy behind him lifted the covering.

The steamed buns started to rise with steam.

There are a few buns inside that are deliberately broken open, and the fragrant meat smell spreads out.

The entire Tai Chi Hall was filled with a strong smell of meat.

"Gudong——"

"Gugu——"

"Gu Gu Gu——"

In just a moment, there was a burst of stomachache in the Tai Chi Hall.

The child cooed.

Lao Litou sat on it, and the saliva in his mouth was about to flow out.

Is this something that humans do?

This is the Tai Chi Hall, where Li Shimin and other officials of the Tang Dynasty discussed political affairs.

It’s not the bun shop owned by Zhao Chen.

Are all the buns sold here?

"Your Majesty, please rest your belly first." Zhao Chen held a few meat buns in his hands and trotted towards the emperor.

The accompanying eunuch quickly came down, took the buns, and placed them in front of the emperor.

Li Shimin's face twitched twice.

He wanted to be angry, but the steaming buns in front of him were so delicious.

Li Shimin couldn't help but stretch out his finger...

"Ahem!" Wei Zheng coughed and said, "Your Majesty, this is the Tai Chi Hall."

The emperor retracted his hand in embarrassment.

"Jun Gong Zhao, what are you doing? Taiji Palace is not your bun shop..."

"I also feel that His Majesty and the ministers are having a hard time, so I asked people to push Baozi over."

"Furthermore, eating steamed buns in the Tai Chi Hall is His Majesty's will. Look!" Zhao Chen was unmoved and took out an imperial edict from behind.

Show it to everyone.

Wei Zheng leaned over and saw that the handwriting on it was Zhao Chen's own, but the seal was indeed the emperor's jade seal.

"Your Majesty, you!" Wei Zheng glared at the emperor.

Li Shimin was confused.

He didn't even know when he issued an imperial edict to Zhao Chen, allowing him to sell steamed buns at Tai Chi Point.

While he was frowning, Li Shimin suddenly thought that in order to get Zhao Chen to pay for the floor repairs yesterday, he gave him a blank imperial edict with only a treasure seal stamped on it.

This is small

I can't...

"It's written in black and white. If you say that I shouldn't eat and sell steamed buns here, you are violating the holy will and will be beheaded."

"The buns are not expensive today. They cost three cents each. Just pay for what you want to eat." Zhao Chen said to everyone with a smile.

I took a bite of the bun and my mouth was filled with oil.

All the ministers looked at the emperor eagerly, swallowing the saliva.

Three cents per bun is not expensive, after all, they sell for two cents each outside.

This extra penny is considered as travel expenses.

But Zhao Chen brought his business to the Tai Chi Palace. This is too much.

The emperor could tolerate this and even gave him a special order?

All the ministers felt that the emperor had lost his mind.

He raised his head and was about to argue with the emperor when he saw that the emperor had already eaten the buns.

"I also feel that it is not very humane to ask all the ministers to come to court early in the morning."

"So let this boy Zhao Chen bring some steamed buns over. After all, only when you are full can you have the strength to discuss important matters!"

"My dear friends, please eat some!" Li Shimin bit into the bun, his words a little unclear.

When he saw Zhao Chen take out the blank imperial edict he gave him, the emperor knew that Zhao Chen was sure to sell this bun today.

So he simply ate it himself.

No matter how much you say, can you still stop Zhao Chen from selling steamed buns here?

Obviously not!

Then why don't you just take the lead?

Wei Zheng will be pissed to death by these two guys, the emperor and Zhao Chen.

This is the Tai Chi Hall, the center of the Tang Dynasty and the most majestic place in the Tang Dynasty.

Zhao Chen, this guy is actually selling steamed buns here.

Is there any royal law?

Do you still want Datang’s face?

"old

Wei Tou, do you want to eat or not? I won’t charge you money today! " Zhao Chen held the buns and laughed with Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng hesitated for a moment, took the bun angrily, took a bite, and said to Zhao Chen, "Zhao Chen, you went too far. You bought the bun to Tai Chi Palace. You are slapping me in the face."

"When I finish eating, see what I do..."

"Old Wei, if there is no one like you, everyone else is soft-spoken. Why do you keep saying soft-spoken words?"

"I can't resist the emperor's decree. If you have any objections, go and talk to the emperor later."

"As long as the emperor says to withdraw his decree, I will..." Zhao Chen said to Wei Zheng with a smile.

Wei Zheng was so full of words that Zhao Chen choked back.

This shameless boy actually blamed all this matter on the emperor.

Could Wei Zheng know that this imperial edict was written by Zhao Chen himself, and the emperor at best stamped it on him in advance?

The emperor was really unlucky for eight lifetimes when he met such a shameless boy.

Looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was having a good time eating, Wei Zheng felt that the Emperor was quite pitiful.

"You are shameless!" Wei Zheng thought for a long time and found that he had no way to deal with this guy in front of him.

That's what I said.

Zhao Chen had long been used to Wei Zheng's complaints about him, so he smiled and walked in the center of the Tai Chi Hall.

He was shouting as he walked.

"All my colleagues have worked hard and came to court early this morning."

"Although national affairs are important, you must also ensure that your health is good. Only in good health can you make more suggestions for the Tang Dynasty."

"A steamed bun only costs three cents, and you can eat enough for ten cents."

"On the first of every month, our bun shop has a special price. You can eat four for ten cents."

“There are even bigger discounts for regular customers.”

"Time waits for nothing, and what is lost will never come back."