Chapter 917

The next day.

After the morning.

Li Shimin will Lingyan Pavilion "Wuji, have a look."

"OK."

Eldest sun Wuji took the document and read it word by word.

After a long time.

The eldest sun Wuji wiped his cold sweat and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, I am willing to withdraw my marriage."

The death rate of consanguineous marriage is high, and patients with dementia, deformity and genetic diseases often occur.

Li Shimin just sent someone to do a survey in Chang'an city. The mortality rate of children born to 1000 close relatives married couples is more than three times that of normal couples, and another 20-30% have dementia, deformities and genetic diseases.

Such a terrible probability.

I really don't know. I'm surprised when I check.

Quitting marriage is imperative.

He doesn't want his grandson and granddaughter to die young as soon as they are born. In fact, it's OK to die young. He's afraid of dementia and deformity. It's better to die from the beginning and suffer less.

"Wuji, take this document back, and then send more people to collect more cases and make statistics into a memorial. It will be presented in the early days. I will issue a ban. Marriage is not allowed within three services."

Li Shimin's process of becoming an emperor is not popular, but after becoming an emperor, he can really be called a generation of virtuous emperors. When issuing decrees, he is usually people-oriented.

Before, we didn't know that we could ignore the marriage of close relatives. Now we know the harm of marriage of close relatives and must stop it.

Otherwise, you don't deserve to be the emperor.

As for why I gave this merit to my brother-in-law, it is actually to compensate my brother-in-law.

After all, the investigation results of close relatives' marriage have deprived Chang sun Chong of the opportunity to be a son-in-law. Although he can marry other princesses, they are not beautiful!

"Yes, your majesty."

Changsun Wuji left the Daming Palace in a hurry with his documents and oral instructions.

……

Dongxingfang.

A fortune teller's shop has opened next to the newly opened steamed stuffed bun shop.

The stall owner is no one else. It is yuan Shoucheng, Taoist yuan and uncle yuan Tiangang who came yesterday.

Pan Haodong finished the last basket of steamed stuffed buns, handed over the sales work to Cuizhu, Haitang and Xiaoyu, and sat in front of Yuan Shoucheng's stall.

"Taoist yuan, you set up a stall next to my shop. You won't receive any orders. Come and observe me?"

"Mr. Pan is worried." Yuan Shoucheng stroked his long beard and said, "I just want to eat your delicious steamed stuffed bun every day."

"Really?" Pan Haodong picked his eyebrow: "it's really my honor."

"Dare not dare not dare." Yuan Shoucheng shook his head again and again.

"Hehe, you are busy!"

Pan Haodong smiled, got up and shouted at Cuizhu: "Cuizhu, go out with me."

"OK!"

Cuizhu's eyes lit up, quickly dropped the rag and ran over happily.

When Haitang and Xiaoyu saw this scene, they all cast bitter eyes on Pan Haodong and handed over the dirty work to them, but they went out with green bamboo.

How angry!

Cuizhu took pan Haodong's arm and asked happily, "young master, where are we going?"

Pan Haodong said with a smile, "go wherever you say."

Cuizhu said carefully, "then go to the west market."

"OK, go to Xishi."

"Young master, it's very kind of you."

"Boo ~ ~"

The naughty Cuizhu kissed pan Haodong in the street, which provoked the women on the street to scold "immoral". Holding a man's hand in the street is already challenging the atmosphere of feudal society.

Kiss in the street.

It's trampling on people's bottom line.

But pan Haodong and Cuizhu don't care. The world likes to say it. Let them say it. It can also affect their own success.

On the way to Dongshi, Cuizhu is happy all the way.

Just after shopping, she turned down a wave of people who came to chat up and bought recipes such as soup stuffed bags and three delicacies bags, and Cuizhu's mood became worse.

Because!

They were followed.

The people who followed were the same people who came to buy the formula.

"Childe, what do they want?" Being disturbed by others, Cuizhu is in a bad mood. She wants to break those people's legs and teach these bastards a lesson.

"Leave them alone!"

Pan Haodong patted the fragrant shoulder of Cuizhu, glanced and said, "there is a noodle stall in front of us. We used to eat two bowls of cold noodles."

"Hmm ~ ~"

Green bamboo light point e head.

The cold noodles they wanted to eat were called "cold washing of locust leaves" in the Tang Dynasty. They were noodles cooked with locust leaf juice and noodles. They were put into the well water for natural cooling. They were fresh and sweet in their mouth, relieving summer heat and heat, and brought the breath of nature.

An ordinary stall.

The cold noodles taste really good.

Even the Cuizhu, who was used to the delicious food made by Pan Haodong, went so far as to eat a bowl of noodles.

"Shopkeeper, take the money." Pan Haodong handed out two Wen.

The stall owner bent over and said with a smile, "Sir, there is less."

Pan Haodong's mouth was slightly raised: "isn't it a penny and a bowl?"

The stall owner smiled and said expressionless, "yes, cold noodles are a bowl of money, but you have to give three bowls of money."

Cuizhu smelled the speech and said angrily, "Hey ~ ~ why don't you count? My childe and I had only two bowls of noodles. How did it turn into three bowls? "

"Obviously you want to default. There are three bowls on the table, not three bowls, but two bowls?"

The stall owner pointed to the three empty bowls on the two people's table. Two were the bowls they left after eating, and the other... Was the bowl secretly placed by a person.

This person is the person who asked them to buy steamed stuffed bun formula before.

A wealthy businessman surnamed Liu runs several businesses at home, involving just needed items such as rice, soy sauce and cloth.

Shopkeeper Liu put the bowl on the table, then bit his ears with the stall owner, and then there was the scene in front of him. He was accurate. He ate two bowls and gave three bowls of money. Whether he had money or not, he would be unconvinced and didn't pay if he didn't care about the money.

Pan Haodong, who has telepathic ability, knows very well the purpose of shopkeeper Liu, but he does not intend to use his spiritual strength to teach greedy stall owners and shopkeeper Liu a lesson, but is ready to play with them.

Yes, just play.

"Shopkeeper, I don't lack this penny, but I ate two bowls of cold noodles and asked me to pay for three bowls. Don't even think about it..." pan Haodong deliberately put on an angry look.

With sharp eyes, the stall owner was frightened.

"This..."

The stall owner hesitated.

He is greedy for money, but when people with a clear eye look, they also know that the handsome pan Haodong is not easy to provoke, and his heart can not help but feel a little empty.

When shopkeeper Liu saw this scene, he immediately stood up and spoke out.

"Then report to the official!"

"OK, report to the official."

"Ah, this..."

Pan Haodong didn't advise. He promised to report to the official without thinking about it. He was so scared that the stall owner's calf belly was straight and his hair was soft.

I just want to make some money!

It's just a bowl of cold noodles. You just gave the money. Why should you report to the official!

scholar , farmer , artisan and merchant!

You know, the social status of ancient merchants was the lowest.

A big businessman has money and can use it to open a way and improve his social status, but the cold noodle stall owner has no social status at all. He is just a peddler who lives by craft.

What they fear most is to see the official!

But what is happening now is obviously out of control. The cold noodle stall owner is afraid and has to carry it