"Father!" Princess Changle hurriedly bowed.
"Father! Look, I've learned how to ride a bicycle! "Li Zhi and Princess Jinyang both showed off their treasures to Li Shimin.
"Grandfather!" Mo Sha kicked the balanced bicycle and circled around Li Shimin.
Li Shimin kindly played with the three children for a while, then stood up and said, "I was originally angry at this kid for being a hindrance, but after seeing these three ink skills, my anger immediately dissipated. Not only do the people need it, but I also urgently need it. Just the bicycle alone has solved a big problem for me."
Ever since the construction of the brick road, the price of horses had skyrocketed, and the biggest customer in the world who needed horses was the military. Every year, the military spent an astronomical amount of money on horses. Now that the bicycle was introduced, the price of horses had plummeted, and the imperial court had benefited greatly.
"Even the imperial court is like this, let alone the common people." Empress Zhangsun sighed.
At noon, Li Shimin and Princess Changle had their lunch in the Legislative Hall. They ate the soup noodles pressed by the noodle press. Li Shimin's appetite was great, and he ate two bowls in a row.
"Meton is about to go to war, and I still have to pack his luggage, so I'll take my leave first."
After lunch, Princess Changle stood up and said goodbye.
"Grandfather, Grandmother, goodbye!" Mo Sha immediately stood up and said obediently.
Empress Zhangsun nodded and said, "Meton will be gone for half a year. You can take this opportunity to reunite with him."
"I'll take my leave!" Princess Changle nodded, picked up a brand new cloak from the sewing machine, and turned to leave.
"That brat really got lucky!" Li Shimin couldn't help but feel jealous. His daughter was the eldest princess of the Tang dynasty, so she naturally didn't need to learn needlework. Now that she had personally made a cloak for Mo Jiazi, how could he not be jealous?
"Don't worry, your precious daughter didn't forget you, and the clothes for you have been made long ago!" Empress Zhangsun obviously knew Li Shimin's thoughts, and turned around to take out a brocade robe and handed it to Li Shimin.
Li Shimin finally smiled, but he didn't notice that the embroidery robe's stitches were extremely messy. It was obviously Princess Changle's first experiment.
"Princess's Guard of Honor, let's go home!"
Walking out of the Imperial Palace, Liu E was already waiting outside. Princess Changle immediately boarded her carriage. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Modun will set out for battle tomorrow. Every moment of delay means less time for them to reunite."
Princess Princess is to return home, everyone! "
With Princess Changle's Guard of Honor leading the way, the carriage was unimpeded. Many carriages even stopped and bowed when they saw Princess Changle's carriage.
This was not only because of her status as a princess, but also because she was the mistress of the Mo family. Mo Jiazi had shocked the world in the Mo Arts Exhibition this time, and was ranked as one of the new generation's Masters of Thought. As the mistress of the Mo family, Princess Changle naturally enjoyed this glory.
The carriage traveled all the way to the Mo family, saving half the time compared to usual. When the carriage arrived at the Mo family, Princess Changle immediately got off the carriage, and as expected, she saw a familiar figure waiting for her at the door. The two looked at each other and smiled, as if their hearts were connected.
"Father!" Mo Sha ran all the way and burrowed into Meton's arms.
Princess Changle walked closer, and the father and daughter could not help but feel warm, but she was suddenly embraced by Meton.
"There are other people here!" Princess Changle shyly rolled her eyes at Meton.
Meton laughed and said, "Your husband has already been impudent many times today. I don't care if it happens again."
Only then did Princess Changle let go of her shyness, and snuggled up with her husband and daughter as they walked into the Mo family.
"Father, I want to listen to you talk about the Mo Arts Exhibition!" Mo Sha said coquettishly. Because she was too young, she was not suited for the noisy environment of the Mo Arts Exhibition, so Meton had let Changle bring her into the palace. Now that she was back, she naturally would not let it go.
"Good! Good! "Meton said with a doting expression.
Meton spoke tirelessly, telling Mo Sha and Princess Changle about the Mo Arts Exhibition. Although Princess Changle had already heard about it, she was still very interested to hear her husband talk about it.
"This time, my husband has been quiet for three years, and now he has shocked everyone!" Princess Changle said with a face full of admiration.
Meton shook his head and said, "This is not me shocking everyone, but the Mo Family shocking everyone. I have only been quiet for three years, but the Mo Family has been quiet for a thousand years. If we don't make a sound, I'm afraid the world will forget about the Mo Family."
"The Mo Family has been quiet for a thousand years, and I'm afraid that the three branches of the Mo Family have been divided. This is a great opportunity for my husband to unify the Mo Family. It's a pity to give it up like this." Princess Changle sighed.
Meton shook his head and said, "My wife, you may not know this, but the environment of unification is not conducive to learning. Every time there is chaos, it is the time for culture to flourish. A thousand years ago, the Hundred Schools of Thought were born because of the constant disputes during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period, which led to the disputes in learning. In the end, the most dazzling light of wisdom burst forth."
"Now that the Tang dynasty is at peace, the country is prosperous, and the people are at peace, which is not conducive to the Hundred Schools of Thought. If I unify the Mo Family, it will only destroy the Mo Family. On the contrary, I will make the Mo Family's secret art public. In addition to the internal disputes of the three branches of the Mo Family, the Gongshu Family is a strong enemy, and the craftsmen controlled by the aristocratic families are eyeing us covetously. In time, a Mo Family with endless disputes and talents will appear in front of the world. At that time, the Mo Family will truly prosper." Meton said proudly.
Princess Changle sighed and said, "Everyone thinks that the heavy responsibility of reviving the Mo Family rests on my husband's shoulders, but they have underestimated my husband's breadth of mind."
Meton nodded and said, "The Esoteric Debate is not the Esoteric Debate, but the Esoteric Debate. It is the same for the Mo Family. The rise of the Esoteric Debate is not the Esoteric Debate. It is only when the Esoteric Debate is within the Mo Family that the Esoteric Debate can promote each other, that the Mo Family can once again become a prominent school of thought."
Princess Changle nodded as if she understood. Suddenly, she slapped her forehead and waved her hand. Liu E handed over the cloak.
"My husband is about to go on an expedition to the West. The Northwest is bitterly cold. Put on this cloak to ward off the cold." Princess Changle gently picked up the cloak and helped Meton put it on.
Modun gently stroked the soft cloak, understanding in his heart that this must have been personally made by Princess Changle. He could not help but feel moved. The two gazed at each other tenderly, their feelings as tender as water.
"Father, Mother, I want to go to the Mo Family's Mechanical City to play!" Suddenly, Mo Sha, who was at the side, interrupted the two of them.
Meton laughed and said, "Of course."
He was about to go on an expedition to the West. Naturally, he wanted to spend more time with his daughter in his final moments. The family of three disguised themselves as ordinary citizens of Chang 'an and strolled around the Mo Family's Mechanical City.
Every shop and every novel item made the three of them feel extremely curious.
Ever since Mo Sha started kindergarten, she rarely had the company of her parents. She had a lot of fun. When night fell, the three of them had just returned to the Mo Family Manor. Mo Sha had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Princess Changle handed Mo Sha over to Liu E. Suddenly, only the husband and wife were left in the room.
"My wife, it's been three years!" Meton's voice was hoarse. He pulled Princess Changle into his arms.
"What three years!?" Princess Changle could not help but be stunned. She did not understand.
Meton whispered softly in Changle's ear, "Mo Sha is already three years old. My wife, can you give her a younger brother or sister?"
"Ah!" Princess Changle's face immediately turned red. She threw herself into Meton's arms.
Changle had inherited Empress Zhangsun's weak constitution. In order to prevent her from losing blood, after giving birth to Mo Sha, Meton had been restraining her from getting pregnant. Now that three years had passed, Princess Changle's body had recovered. Naturally, she could get pregnant again.
Suddenly, the red candles were extinguished. The two of them spent the night together, whispering endless words of love until dawn.
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