He spoke well, why did he do something for suddenly taking out a golden knife?

Li Yun blinked.

Li Shimin thought about something.

But seeing the girl Linglong's face suddenly turned a little red, Qiqiai Ai stood there rubbing for a long time.

The saint high priest laughed and joked: "Girl, you have always been very stingy. When did we prairie children be so squeamish and take out the golden knife? Your junior brother is waiting!"

This made Li Yun stunned again and said in surprise: "When did I wait?"

Linglong finally took out a golden knife from her arms, stood there with a pretty face blushing.

The saint high priest looked at her, grabbed the golden knife with his hands, then turned around and handed it to Li Yunyi, and said in a gentle tone: "Child, this thing is for you..."

Li Yun subconsciously wanted to catch it.

But at this moment, when I heard Li Shimin suddenly speak, the emperor lost his calmness for some reason, and almost shouted: "No, it is impossible, it is not allowed to answer..."

Li Yun was slightly stunned, and then his heart moved.

He quickly retracted his hand and turned his head to look at Li Shimin.

But seeing Li Shimin's face strange, he raised his head and took a deep breath, looked at the saint high priest and said, "Wu Si Ayue, what do you mean?"

This time, he did not call his brother and sister, but he called the name of the Saint High Priest. Li Shimin seemed very angry, and his tone was faintly anger.

The emperor's reaction was so strange.

The saint high priest was a little confused. She held the golden knife and explained, "This is a symbol of grassland sacrifice and Linglong's marriage. I gave Li Yun the golden knife to marry Linglong, one is my son and the other is my disciple. If the two can get married, they will be more kinship..."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and then said, "I use the golden sword as a ritual. My son is the prince consort of the Golden Sword in the grassland. The Turks and the Tang Dynasty have already signed an alliance and they should marry each other according to the rules, but there are no khans on the grassland, so we will marry Princess Linglong."

"no!"

This time, not only Li Shimin spoke, but several dukes were roaring behind him.

First, Old Cheng roared and said with anger: "The Prince Zhao of Xifu must be my daughter of the Cheng family. They have made a private lifelong decision. Your son touched my daughter all over..."

Just these vulgar words made people stunned. Cheng Chuxue's face was flushed and she glared at her father fiercely. Although Cheng Chuxue's personality was straightforward, she was still extremely embarrassed and annoyed in front of everyone.

The girl suddenly whined twice, and was so angry that she was crying by her father. She tried her best to slap the war horse and ran towards the back.

Lao Cheng had no fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to comfort his daughter, shouting from afar: "Girl, why are you crying? Dad just touched it for your own good. What's the shame? You have made a decision for your life, and no one is allowed to regret this."

"Get out of here!"

Old Cheng was screaming, and suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, but the prince of Hejian Li Xiaogong was full of anger and suddenly punched him with a fierce punch.

After Li Xiaogong finished punching, he started to scold, saying, "It's a matter of being a private life, why haven't I heard it? Cheng Zhijie, don't you want to cheat? Have you forgotten the bet agreement between our two families? Your daughter and my niece fight for the princess based on their abilities. The Lu family in Fanyang is gone, and there are only a few poor Miao people left. Today, I will say something here, I support the niece of the Lu family to marry Li Yun. If you want to fight, you can do it according to the rules..."

Old Cheng knew that he was in the wrong, so he grinned and cursed.

This incident made the Holy High Priest stunned, holding the golden knife in his hand, and she was obviously amused and crying. She suddenly looked at Li Shimin and asked curiously: "Is this the reason why you didn't let Li Yun take the knife?"

Li Shimin refused to comment and just said, "Li Yun cannot marry Linglong."

The saint high priest suddenly turned cold and said angrily: "Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, are you bullying me Turkic people?"

Li Shimin's face was gloomy and sunny, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Apart from this matter, everything else is easy to say."

The two of them were not together, and there were still several dukes behind them. Li Xiaogong, the prince of Hejian, suddenly stepped forward and supported the emperor and said, "This is what I mean. Li Yun cannot marry Princess Linglong, the Turkic Saint, and I am also your eldest uncle. If you dispel this matter, it will be beneficial to both of us."

The saint high priest was furious. She was a saint of the grassland. She had a very strong personality in her life. The more others suppressed her, the more she had to stick to herself.

She suddenly stuffed the golden sword into Li Yun's hand and said loudly: "He has to take this golden sword, and he has to take it even if he doesn't take it. Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, let me tell you the truth. If my son doesn't take the golden sword, he will never become a real god of war..."

These words made everyone stunned.

But the saint reached out his hand like lightning and quickly pressed it down at a certain part of the golden knife. But with a crisp sound, the decorations at the tail of the golden knife suddenly popped up.

It was a small golden wolf, casting extremely exquisitely. The golden wolf originally closed its mouth, but now it has become a roar. The wolf spits out a roll of silk as thin as a cicada's wings, and a bang falls into Li Yun's hand.

The saint's voice sounded again, and he said with confidence: "You have seen today's battle. My son can only swing hammers with brute force. He does not know any martial arts skills. This is his biggest disadvantage and his biggest weakness. Your God of War was not like this back then. He was not only born with divine power, but also had high martial arts skills. There are two generations of father and son, and there is a difference between heaven and earth. If my son wants to become a veritable god of war, he must continue this golden sword."

These words made everyone slightly stunned.

Li Shimin looked at the little golden wolf with his mouth open on the golden knife as if he was thinking, and then looked at the roll of silk as thin as a cicada wing that was spit out from the golden wolf's mouth, and couldn't help but say, "What is this?"

The saint Zhan Yan smiled and said proudly: "This is the Turkic sacrificial Scripture, which records the inheritance of the grassland, customs and etiquette, faith writings, river maps, and tribe protection skills..."

This made everyone stunned again, and they couldn't help but look at the silk roll as thin as a cicada's wing in Li Yun's hand. The silk roll was not as thick as a child's finger. I didn't expect that there were so many things recorded in it.

At this time, the saint spoke again and said to Li Shimin: "You are the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. You should know the high-end secrets of the world. Each clan is his own treasure to protect the clan. You Central Plains are Taoist inheritance, our Turks are sacrificial Scriptures, Li Yun is my son, and half of the Turkic blood flows on him. He is qualified to own this Scripture, but it must be obtained by dowry..."

He stopped here and then said: "Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, we Turks have given sincerity. Only when my son has the sacrificial Scripture can he learn the way of feminine force. At that time, he had no shortcomings anymore, and he was truly invincible in the world."

This is a very sincere statement.

But Li Shimin took a deep breath and suddenly said, "I still don't agree!"

The emperor suddenly looked at Li Yun and said in a deep voice: "King Zhao of the Western Palace, return the golden sword to the Turks. You are a child from the Central Plains. Naturally, there are experts from the Central Plains to teach you. Why are you standing there? Return the golden sword back..."

In this last sentence, Li Shimin almost yelled.

Li Yun felt inexplicably, but he was not convenient to disobey the emperor in full view of everyone. He slowly handed the golden knife and silk to the saint, and comforted him with words: "My mother, put away the things."

The Holy High Priest sighed.

Seeing her expression wrong, Li Yun thought about it and said, "There is a saying that I have to explain to you. Although I have admitted you, there is really not much family affection in my heart. After all, we have never seen each other before. Family affection needs to be cultivated slowly. Don't be anxious or afraid. My bloodline is your son. This matter cannot be escaped anywhere. There is an unbreakable connection between us mother and son, but it takes time to get familiar with each other. Mother, do you think what I said is right..."

How could this be wrong?

No one can tell you what you say.

The saint high priest sighed lonely and nodded slightly, saying, "If you have your own opinions, please follow your wishes. Although I am your mother, I have not fulfilled my mother's responsibilities. You and I are not close to you, and I don't even agree with you. This is common sense. Mother will never blame you."

He stopped slightly and suddenly plucked up the courage to look at Li Yun, saying with anticipation: "Mom is waiting for the day when you truly admit me."

Li Yun smiled, he knew how to comfort a mother, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I have truly admitted it now, but it seems a little strange, so it takes time to get familiar with it. Hey hey, don't cry, be good, take the golden knife back, actually I don't want this thing either, you may not know it yet, I'm unhappy when I met my senior sister for the first time... Let me marry her? Hey hey!"

"That's right!"

Hearing Cheng Yaojin laughed and said, "You see my mother-in-law, you know. King Zhao himself doesn't want to marry your apprentice. He touched my daughter and had made a private life for each other. Come on, let's meet me, Cheng Zhijie, from Dong'a, Jeju, is now named Duke Lu of the Tang Dynasty, Shangzhu Kingdom, and my family has tens of millions of fertile land..."

He wanted to chatter and was suddenly kicked far away. But when he saw Li Xiaogong's face was gloomy, he turned his face and changed his appearance, and said to the saint high priest: "Don't listen to his noise, brother and sister, it's a matter of being secretly absent for life."

Old Cheng jumped out in anger and said furiously: "It's always possible to touch my daughter. Your Majesty and the Empress also met this."

Li Xiaogong turned dark and said this was really hard to refute. Old Cheng was determined to play rogue and ignored his daughter's reputation. This was a pretentious plot, forcing Li Yun not to repent.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard a girl's proud voice and said leisurely: "So what if I touch it? I was also touched by my junior brother..."

Everyone was stunned and looked at the sound of the sound.

No one expected that Linglong would take it out and suddenly pointed at Li Yun and said, "I captured it on that day, and reached into my arms to touch me. You can tell me yourself, do you dare to admit it?"

Li Yun's old face turned red. He really did this.

True, I can't bear it.

I remember it was quite pleasant to touch it at that time.

Li Shimin and Li Xiaogong's faces suddenly became weird.

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Chapter completed!