"Shall we call and ask?"
The three looked at each other, and finally Du Ruhui suggested.
"Let's go, let's go to the telegram room!"
Exiting the Ministry of War's duty room, the three of them hurried into the adjacent telegram office.
The telegraph operator sent by Fang Er was stationed there to teach the Ministry of War personnel how to use and maintain it. Seeing them enter, he stood up with the clerk to pay their respects.
"Greetings, Lord!"
"Send a telegram!"
The content was as follows: Blah, blah, blah~~
The "beep, beep, beep" of the telegram sounded, and soon a reply came back. Chai Shao explained the details of the matter on the telegram.
This made the three even more bewildered.
"Damn it!"
Not only the Grand Princess, but also the Martial Saint and Overlord!
Well, then there's no need to consider it, it must be the Grand Princess's idea!
"Hiss~~~"
After reading Chai Shao's reply, Fang Xuanling drew a sharp breath. No matter how much they thought about it, they couldn't figure out why Li Xiuning would appear, as it was beyond their understanding.
After finally organizing his thoughts, he looked at Du Ruhui and Li Jing and asked.
"What title do you two think we should bestow upon Fang Anzhi?"
Du Ruhui stroked his chin, thought for a long time, and said somewhat uncertainly, "He is currently the Duke of Shenyang, so let's use Liao as the title. How about Duke of Liao?"
Li Jing, however, shook his head repeatedly.
"Not appropriate! Sicheng is the Protector of Liaodong. If Anzhi is enfeoffed as Duke of Liao, then the territory of Liaodong will truly be the domain of him and his son-in-law!"
"We old comrades naturally won't say anything, but others won't accept it so easily."
"You know, when Sicheng was transferred to Liaodong as Protector, there were quite a few voices of opposition in the court."
"This time, with the drought, his intervention saved countless lives and he is adept at pacifying the people."
"Anzhi, Anzhi, in my opinion, why not use 'An' as the title? Duke of Anguo, how about that?"
Fang Xuanling's eyes lit up at this, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"'He who pacifies the people is Fang Anzhi, and he who pacifies the nation is Duke Anguo!'"
"I concur!"
Du Ruhui stroked his beard, pondered for a long time, then grinned, revealing his green false teeth.
"Wonderful! Then let's use 'An' as the title!"
After speaking, he patted Fang Xuanling on the shoulder: "Let's go to the Ministry of Personnel to draft the imperial decree!"
"Duke of Wei, farewell!"
After bidding farewell to Li Jing, Fang and Du walked arm in arm towards the Ministry of Personnel.
Li Jing reached into his mouth and groped around. Three of his teeth were missing, lost in previous battles.
However, upon thinking of Du Ruhui's green teeth, he immediately dismissed the idea of getting false teeth.
He sent a telegram back to Shenyang to report Fang Er's title, and then, with his hands behind his back, returned to the Ministry of War's duty room.
"Damn it, peaceful times are too boring!"
Chai Shao, holding Li Jing's reply, happily returned to the banquet hall and handed the telegram slip to Li Xiuning.
"Pingyang, look quickly. This is Yaoshi's reply. He has decided on the title of Duke Anguo for Anzhi."
Li Xiuning took it, glanced at the content, and then placed it in front of Li Shimin.
"Come, Erlang, your sister will toast you!"
Saying this, she poured Li Shimin a full cup of strong liquor, while she directly drank from the bottle.
This heroic demeanor stunned Fang Er.
He glanced at his father-in-law, and hissi~~ he was truly curious how he had managed to survive intact until now!
If even a huge lion could become a docile kitten under her hands, what would happen if a couple went into a room?
Uh~~ Let's not think about it, the picture is too beautiful!
Li Shimin felt as if he had returned to the time before the uprising, when he and his sister secretly drank Li Yuan's wine. With a smile, he picked up the wine cup and drank it dry, then snatched the wine pot from Li Xiuning's hand.
"Hahahaha, as long as Eldest Sister is satisfied, this wine is strong, Erlang will drink it for you!"
With that, he finished the remaining half-pot of strong liquor.
A full half-pot, more than a pound!
By the time Empress Zhangsun returned, leading Changle, Old Li had already started talking nonsense.
He pointed at Fang Er with a flushed face and said.
"My Duke Anguo! Yaoshi and the others said your title means to pacify the nation and the people!"
"I think that's wrong!"
"You must also pacify my heart!"
"You must~~"
"Erlang! You've had too much to drink!"
Before he could finish his next words, he was stopped by Empress Zhangsun.
Empress Zhangsun walked over, supported him, and said to Fang Er, "Quickly go and invite True Man Sun to get some hangover soup for the Emperor."
Li Shimin raised his hand and pulled his arm out of Zhangsun's embrace, shouting with drunken eyes.
"Don't pull me! I'm not drunk!"
"I'm very happy that Eldest Sister is back!"
"Duke Anguo, that damn parallel~~~"
Fang Er did not intend to let him continue, and quickly interrupted him.
"Your Majesty, you should go back and rest!"
After speaking, he cupped his hands to Empress Zhangsun: "Your subject will go to True Man Sun's place to get some hangover soup for Your Majesty."
Chai Shao also stood up with a smile, supported Li Shimin from the other side, and together with Zhangsun, took him back to the West Yi San Courtyard.
Fang Er, who had left the banquet hall, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. After drinking, is it true words or gibberish?
If his guess was correct, there were only two possibilities for the words he was about to say.
One was to ask him to find a way to open the parallel space channel and lead the army to attack.
The other was to ask him to find a way to seal off the parallel space channel.
Making guns and cannons is easy, but space is something a fitter can handle?
What a joke!
"Brother-in-law~"
While complaining about Li Shimin, he suddenly felt his hand being grabbed. Listening to the voice, he knew it was Changle without looking back.
"Brother-in-law, I want to go too!"
Changle said softly, raising her head and blinking her big eyes at Fang Er.
"Okay, okay, let's go together!"
Fang Er smiled slightly and led her towards the Hundred Herbs Pavilion.
After asking Sun Simiao for a bowl of medicinal juice, Fang Er himself didn't want to go back. Li Shimin was too terrifying when he was drunk. Seeing Changsun Ling'er and Yuan Mengjia preparing herbs in the yard, he handed the task of delivering the medicine to them.