At first, Fang Er's movements were a bit stiff.
After Sun Yuan Er Lao had modified them and taught them to him, although he practiced often, he had only sparred with old Sun. He had never experienced real combat.
But as he fought, he gradually found his rhythm.
Just as Li Xiaogong counterattacked with a punch, Fang Er shifted his feet, dodged slightly, and with quick hands, grabbed Li Xiaogong's fist and pulled it forcefully to the side.
Four ounces against a thousand pounds!
Li Jiuye's body was uncontrollably pulled to the side.
Fang Er lowered his body and his shoulder suddenly rammed into Li Jiuye's chest.
Using force against force!
The moment Li Jiuye was pushed back, Fang Er raised his hands and instantly struck towards his head.
Twin Winds Piercing Ears!
After executing this sequence of moves, Fang Er felt an incredible flow. Li Shimin and Li Ji, standing nearby, gaped in astonishment.
Since their fight began, this was the first time Li Xiaogong had been put at a disadvantage. Hearing the wind whistling past his ears, he quickly raised his hands to block his ears. If he had been hit, he might have gone deaf.
However, Fang Er's Twin Winds Piercing Ears did not land a direct hit; he stopped just as his hands were about to strike.
Li Xiaogong was about to thank him for holding back, but Fang Er had already raised his knee and driven it into his abdomen.
Ouch!
Several years of practicing horse stance had greatly improved Fang Er's leg strength. This impact sent Li Xiaogong flying two to three meters backward, his feet leaving the ground, before he landed heavily on the sandy beach.
This move was called "Buttocks Back, Wild Geese Descending Upon the Sand!"
Fang Er felt exhilarated!
He had never fought anyone before and was surprised at how captivating the feeling of fist meeting flesh was.
"Father, brother-in-law is so amazing!"
"Wonderful, he beat Uncle Jiu!"
Little Chang Le clapped her hands in delight, then looked up at her father with a smile.
"Hahaha, amazing, I saw it."
Li Shimin smiled and gently stroked her head, then pointed at the blue Hanfu dress she was wearing and asked, "Why have you changed your clothes?"
"Chang Le's got wet while playing by the sea earlier. Brother-in-law found me this new dress. Father, does it look good?"
Chang Le took two steps back, spun in place, her skirt flaring out like a trumpet flower with her movement.
Li Shimin blinked, realizing this wasn't the answer he was looking for!
He had thought it was for some other reason, only to find out Chang Le had gotten wet while playing.
However, looking at her dress, he stroked his beard and smiled, "It's beautiful, even more so than your old one."
"Go quickly now and thank your brother-in-law."
Chang Le nodded vigorously, then ran to Fang Er and grabbed his arm, "Thank you for the dress, brother-in-law."
After saying that, she even kissed Fang Er on the cheek in front of everyone.
*Crack*
Fang Er felt as if he had been struck by heavenly lightning.
If nothing unexpected happened, this was definitely taught by the Empress. Could a mother do such a thing?
"Nephew-in-law, if you don't acknowledge this now, then I, this King, will truly look down on you as a brother."
Li Xiaogong walked over, holding his stomach, and sat down beside him, nudging Fang Er with his elbow.
But Fang Er's mind was filled with a single sentence flashing in golden light.
"Three years minimum, death penalty~~?"
So, was it a loss or not a loss?
After a long while, he let out a mournful sigh to the heavens, "My sixty million~~~"
Chang Le blinked her big eyes and leaned in front of Fang Er, "Brother-in-law, what sixty million?"
Fang Er quickly stood up and stepped back. Could he tell them that this kiss cost him sixty million?
But Li Shimin had appeared behind him at some point, placed his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile.
"Young man, in five years, I will give Chang Le one hundred million as dowry."
Chang Le was nine years old. In five years, she would be fourteen, the age limit for women according to the fertility decree.
Fang Er looked at him in surprise, "One hundred million?"
Did this old fellow not intend to renege on the debt for those two hovercrafts?
Li Shimin looked at his daughter dotingly and said earnestly.
"What are you talking about? Chang Le is my most beloved daughter. Doesn't everyone in the Great Tang know that?"
"So, is one hundred million strings of cash a lot?"
To Fang Er, Chang Le was indeed beautiful, and her personality was entirely like Empress Zhangsun's; gentle and sensible.
If he didn't renege on the debt, having another wife wouldn't be a bad thing.
Just as he was about to nod in agreement, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Li Shimin with a look of horror, asking.
"What about the betrothal gifts?"
"You're not going to ask for two hundred million strings of cash, are you? Or are you planning to lock me up in the驸马府?"
Li Ji, standing nearby, walked over with a smile and answered for Li Shimin.
"An Zhi, rest assured. His Majesty has already told us before. We won't ask for a single cent in betrothal gifts."
"The world is so big, you can go wherever you please."
This made Fang Er somewhat bewildered. When did Li Shimin become so generous, giving away his daughter and money?
"I want to go too, brother-in-law, will you take me with you?"
Upon hearing Li Ji's words, Chang Le immediately hugged Fang Er's arm and looked at him pleadingly.
She didn't know what marriage was. Empress Zhangsun hadn't told her about it and forbade anyone else from telling her. As her most beloved daughter, she only wanted her to live a carefree life before marriage.
Therefore, she had been confused by most of what everyone had said, but she understood "the world is so big, you can go wherever you please."
"Come, come, press your fingerprint on this marriage contract, and Chang Le will be entrusted to you from now on!"
Li Shimin smiled and took out a piece of paper from his embrace. Upon opening it, it was a marriage contract.
Handing it to Fang Er, he continued, "Take a look, haven't I written clearly above that I don't want a single cent in betrothal gifts, and will also provide a dowry of one hundred million strings of cash?"
Fang Er numbly accepted it and looked at the contents.
After reading it back and forth several times, it was indeed exactly as Li Shimin had said.
Certain that there was no trick, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Then, shall I sign it?"
"Sign, sign, sign it quickly!"
Li Xiaogong egged him on from the side. After speaking, he picked up a clam from the pile of clams on the ground and squeezed the clam meat into his mouth.
Eating "Nude Sushi" was quite satisfying, but I wasn't full; His Majesty snatched it all!
However, as soon as the clam meat reached his mouth, he chewed it twice and immediately spat it out.
*Ptooey!*
Damn it, so much sand! No wonder this brat threw it all away!
At this moment, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Wei Zheng were too busy to mock him. Like Li Ji, they looked at Fang Er expectantly, waiting for him to press his fingerprint on the marriage contract.
The gazes of everyone made Fang Er's skin crawl. He always felt that things wouldn't be so simple.
"Brother-in-law, what does this paper say? Can Chang Le see it?"
Chang Le curiously asked, looking at the marriage contract. She could read, but Fang Er had deliberately held the contract at an angle, so from her perspective, she couldn't see the contents clearly.
Hearing the soft voice by his ear, Fang Er made a decision. He withdrew his arm from Chang Le's embrace, smiled at her, "It's nothing. If you want to go anywhere in the future, tell me, I'll take you."
Then, he took out a pencil from his pocket and placed the marriage paper on his lap. Just as he was about to write, Li Shimin spoke again.
"Wait a moment, this pencil can be erased. Use my imperial brush!"
Saying that, he actually took out a brush from his embrace.
Fang Er looked at him, then at the brush, "Your Majesty, there's no ink~~"
Li Shimin smiled, picked up the wine cup Fang Er had used earlier from the ground, unsheathed the short knife at his waist without a word, and did something that deeply shocked Fang Er.
This fellow actually cut his own arm, and blood dripped into the wine cup!
"Father!"
Chang Le panicked. Seeing the bright red blood, her little face turned pale, and tears pooled in her eyes for a moment before spilling out.
"Father is fine, don't cry, be good."
Li Shimin quickly comforted her softly, then handed the wine cup filled with his own blood and the brush to Fang Er.
"Use my blood to sign your marriage contract with Chang Le!"
Fang Er was speechless. At this moment, even saying "I do" would seem overly sentimental.
He took the brush and wine cup with both hands, wrote the three characters "Fang An Zhi" on the marriage contract stroke by stroke, and then respectfully handed it back to Li Shimin.
After doing so, he stood up, took a few steps back, and bowed deeply to him.
"Your son-in-law, pays his respects to his father-in-law!"
Li Shimin laughed heartily to the heavens, completely ignoring the wound on his arm, his heart filled with excitement.
"Hahahahahahaha~!"
"Hahahahahahaha~!!"
"Hahahaha*99999~!"