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Chapter 963 Those Who Fear Their Wives Are Talented

Fujian Prefect Li Xiangwang and his son were taken away by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and Li Shimin also walked out from behind the table. He looked at Song Yingxing and smiled.

"Hahaha, Investigator Song, this case is also settled. How about we pack up and go for a walk in the Great Tang with me?"

Song Yingxing scratched his graying hair, looking hesitant.

After a while, he replied, "It's not that I, an old man, don't know how to appreciate your kindness, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to return from this journey."

"I have a wife at home, and my two sons are not yet married. It is truly inconvenient for me to travel far."

Although he was unsure if the Great Tang mentioned by Fang Er and Li Shimin was real or not, he assumed it was for the sake of argument. His family situation indeed made it difficult for him to leave.

Fang Er said with a smile, "That's easy. If Investigator Song is willing, you can bring them along."

This was expected. How could he ask someone to abandon their family and leave?

Now the system said he could bring extra people, just by charging a small admission fee. All of this was trivial.

What was a million?

He still had tens of millions of points in his balance, and that was just for a coffin lid. The coffin body was still there, gathering dust. At worst, he could convert that into points as well.

Moreover, Fang Er would have no psychological pressure whatsoever in taking the Silver Mountain of this era.

At worst, he could make a trip by yacht. There was enough time.

The Prefect Mao Moyu stood by like a transparent person, his mouth opening and closing for a long time, unsure of what to say.

Why was this old man Song so lucky?

Whether the Great Tang was real or not, it was undeniable that these people were nobles.

Following nobles would lead to a meteoric rise in his career, and being transferred to serve in the capital would be as easy as a word.

After hearing Fang Er's words, Song Yingxing still couldn't make up his mind. He said somewhat embarrassed,

"This matter is too important. Could you allow me, an old man, to go back and ask my wife for her opinion?"

Fang Er was stunned for a moment. Well, it turned out this man was also henpecked, just like Old Man Fang!

It was said that men who feared their wives were talented. Old Man Fang was, Li Shimin was, and now Song Yingxing was too.

It seemed the saying was absolutely true.

Li Shimin had no objections to discussing matters with his family, as he would also consult Empress Changsun when encountering issues.

Everyone left the Tingzhou Prefecture Office together, leaving Mao Moyu alone in the hall, unacknowledged, like an abandoned widow.

After leaving the prefecture office, Song Yingxing led the way. They wound through a small alley and gently knocked a few times on a courtyard gate.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Creak~~"

The courtyard gate opened, and an old woman, upon seeing Song Yingxing, exclaimed in surprise, "Husband, why are you off work so early today?"

This woman was Song Yingxing's wife, Madam Du.

"There are distinguished guests visiting. Let's go inside first."

Song Yingxing replied to the old woman, then turned to Li Shimin and Fang Er and said, "Everyone, this is my humble abode. If you don't mind the simplicity, please come in for a cup of tea."

"What are you saying? Did I travel all this way just for your house?"

Li Shimin pretended to be angry and rolled his eyes at him, then unceremoniously walked into the courtyard.

Hearing this, the old woman was shocked. "Your Majesty! The Emperor has come to visit our home?"

When everyone had entered the courtyard, she whispered in Song Yingxing's ear, "Husband, is this the Emperor?"

Song Yingxing first nodded, then shook his head, leaving her bewildered. What did he mean?

Soon, he explained, "He is an emperor, but not the Emperor of our dynasty. I will explain it to you in detail later."

After speaking, he personally brewed a pot of tea for everyone and then took his wife into the house.

Everyone sat under the grape trellis in the courtyard. In July, the grapes had already ripened. Fang Er casually plucked one and threw it into his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

It was juicy, sour, and sweet, reducing the heat of the day by three parts.

Li Shimin recognized grapes. However, a thousand years separated the Tang and Ming dynasties. After so many years of improvement, the grapes were much larger than those in the Tang Dynasty.

He also followed Fang Er's example, plucked one, and after tasting a couple, he praised them greatly.

"Good, delicious!"

"Young man, can this be grown in our Great Tang?"

Fang Er smiled slightly, "That's easy. Just take some cuttings back."

Grapes are usually propagated by cuttings in winter and spring. The weather was very hot at this time. If cuttings were taken here, they would wither and die or be infected by pathogens before sprouting.

However, for him, the system's warehouse could completely avoid this problem.

Li Shimin was overjoyed. He got up, asked Li Tai for a short knife, and began to cut at the grape trellis.

He picked bunches of grapes and placed them on the table, smiling at the eight girls, "Hahaha, young ladies, Your Majesty invites you to eat fruit~"

He didn't stop at picking the grapes. He turned around and started cutting the grapevines.

He chopped off the leaves from a pile of branches and threw them at Fang Er's feet.

He leisurely returned to his chair, held a bunch of grapes, and began to eat. At the same time, he smiled at Fang Er and said,

"I'll leave these to you. When we get back, if they grow, move them to the palace for me!"

He had to admit, sitting under the grape trellis to cool off in this weather was quite pleasant~

Fang Er watched from the side, feeling quite speechless. This guy was becoming more and more of a rogue.

Song Yingxing hadn't even agreed to go with them yet, and he had already ravaged the courtyard's grapes.

Meanwhile, Song Yingxing, inside the house, explained the whole situation to his wife, Madam Du.

Where they were going was unimportant to Madam Du, as long as the family was together.

Therefore, she did not express any opinion on this matter, but gently said, "Then please entertain the distinguished guests, husband. I will go out to find Eldest Son and Second Son."

At Song Yingxing's age, he had no other living relatives.

His parents had passed away long ago. His only elder brother, Song Yingsheng, was still alive and serving as the county magistrate of Enping County, Zhaoqing Prefecture, Guangdong. There was no need to worry about him.

In his branch, there were only two sons, Song Shihui and Song Shiyi. Neither held official positions. In historical records, after Song Yingxing's death, the two brothers returned to their ancestral home to farm.

Madam Du went out to find her two sons, and Song Yingxing also came out of the house.

Seeing him emerge, Li Shimin pointed to the grapes on the table and said, "Investigator Song, your grapes are grown very well. I want to take some cuttings back to the Great Tang to plant. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Song Yingxing looked at the grape trellis, which had been ravaged as if gnawed by cows, and was completely stunned.

Why was this Emperor Taizong like a bandit?

They had already cut them. Even if he had objections, could he reattach them?