Back home, Empress Changsun noticed the suppressed frustration on Li Shimin's face.
She let out a chuckle, "What's wrong with you, Erlang?"
"Could it be that someone can still make you angry now?"
"Bang!"
Li Shimin slammed his fist on the table, saying hatefully,
"Who else could it be!"
"That little brat named Fang actually used money to shut me up, how detestable!"
Empress Changsun was amused, "What, have you set your sights on something of his again?"
Li Shimin: ..................
"What do you mean I've set my sights on his things again?"
"Am I the kind of person who gets things for free?"
"My daughter is about to marry him, what more does he want?"
"He's so stingy about giving me a few spaceships, after I've shown him so much favor!"
Empress Changsun was laughing so hard she could barely straighten up, nodding repeatedly in agreement, "Yes, yes, you have indeed shown great favor!"
"However, I remember you signed something with him before, didn't you?"
"There was still some blank space on it, wasn't there?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Shimin suddenly stood up and slapped his forehead.
"Damn it!"
"How could I forget that treasure!"
After saying that, he hurriedly rummaged through chests and cabinets. After a long while, he finally found a piece of paper in the safe.
"Marriage Contract"
Looking at the content on the paper, he almost let out a goose-like laugh.
"Hahahaha!"
"Little thief, let's see what you have to say this time!"
He took out a brush and took out a bottle of special liquid from the safe.
There was originally a large blank space on the marriage contract, on which he had written some things with this liquid. To add to it, the original writing had to be revealed. Otherwise, it would not be suitable if the writing overlapped.
However, when the hidden writing appeared, he was a bit dumbfounded.
Not only him, but even Empress Changsun was stunned into silence.
One hundred aircraft carriers, one hundred F-35s, one hundred Ferraris, one hundred QN506 fire support vehicles...
Empress Changsun was stunned that this fellow had secretly added so many things.
And Li Shimin was dumbfounded because the paper was already full!
The key was that he himself had forgotten when all those messy things on it were written!
This is the absolute worst!
Seeing her husband, the ruler of a nation, sitting there in a daze, Empress Changsun laughed unreservedly.
"Hahaha, I see how you're going to add to it this time!"
Li Shimin's face turned red, then green, and he kept rubbing the brush handle against his temples.
"I have it!"
He suddenly shouted, and then a look of triumph appeared on his face.
"I'll show you what a legendary move is!"
After saying that, he actually plucked out the wolf hair from the brush one by one, until only a small tuft remained.
He then used that brush, which had almost no hair, to try writing a character on another piece of paper.
It was very difficult to use, but he could write words, and he could write them very small!
Then, he wrote a few tiny characters in a corner of the marriage contract.
"For matters not yet concluded, please refer to the attached page!"
Then he changed to a new piece of paper and, with swift strokes, wrote two more lines.
"One hundred spore-class spaceships, ten eternal storm-class spaceships, one emperor-class spaceship!"
Empress Changsun was completely stunned!
"My Empress..."
"I am convinced!"
"To use An Zhi's words, I don't even support the wall, I only support you!"
This move had completely overturned her perception of the world!
Shameless, utterly shameless, could a ruler of a nation do such a thing?
"Hahaha, how about it, am I very clever?"
Li Shimin dangled the attached page in his left hand and pulled her into his arms with his right, kissing her fiercely.
Empress Changsun rolled her eyes, "Just you brag. An Zhi's handwriting isn't on it, he won't acknowledge it!"
"That's not a problem, just wait to sit in my spaceship and go to the moon to see the scenery!"
As Li Shimin spoke, he put the marriage contract and the attached page back into the safe together and led Empress Changsun towards the bedroom.
"Happy things must be doubled!"
...........
The next morning, Li Shimin paced back and forth in front of Fang Er's house with his hands behind his back, like a leisurely old man.
Fang Er heard about it and came out eating a steamed bun.
"Yo, Dad, what are you doing here?"
"Want to come in and have a bite?"
"I've already eaten!" Li Shimin waved his hand at him and then took out the attached page he had written yesterday from his embrace.
The writing done with the special liquid had now completely disappeared, leaving a blank sheet of paper in front of Fang Er.
"Here, I know you write well, give me your signature."
Fang Er: ???
What's going on?
"Dad, why are you asking me to sign something out of the blue?"
Li Shimin stroked his beard and said seriously, "I saw online that many young fans like to get their idols' signatures as souvenirs."
"Some sign books, some sign clothes, and some even sign butts."
"I won't make it difficult for you, just sign this paper!"
"You are the number one figure in our Great Tang Dynasty, I must keep this calligraphy for posterity."
"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Fang Er felt incredibly flattered. He felt like he had never been this flattered before.
Li Shimin actually called him the number one figure in the Great Tang Dynasty, who could resist such flattery?
"Dad, tell me, how should I sign it!"
He swaggered to the door and brought out two chairs.
An old man and a young man squatted at the door, pointing at the attached page. Just as Fang Er was about to dip the brush, which was stained with cinnabar, towards the paper, Li Xiaogong ambled over.
"Eh? Your Majesty, brother An Zhi, what are you two doing?"
When Li Shimin saw this guy appear, he suddenly had a premonition of something bad.
He quickly said, "It has nothing to do with you!"
Then he pointed towards Li Xiaogong's house and continued, "When I just came over, I seemed to see your butler looking for you. You should go back quickly."
Li Xiaogong completely ignored the signals Li Shimin was giving him and instead stroked his chin with a serious expression, "Impossible, I just came from home."
Saying that, he leaned closer, looked at the brush in Fang Er's hand, and then at the "blank paper" placed on the chair.
"Brother An Zhi, what kind of document are you preparing?"
"No, no, no, Your Majesty wants me to write him a signature."
Fang Er waved his hand, and the brush in his hand moved towards the paper.
"Signature?"
Li Xiaogong pondered these two words and his expression suddenly became playful.
He walked to the side and chuckled.
"Your Majesty would ask you for a signature? What are you dreaming of!"
"If Ninth Master guesses correctly, this must be a honey trap!"
His muttering was very quiet, and it was impossible for normal people to hear it, but he forgot that Fang Er's senses were far beyond those of ordinary people!
Therefore, although Li Shimin, who was closer to him, did not notice anything unusual, Fang Er clearly heard his self-talk.
Honey trap?