The Great Tang Dynasty's Trans-Dimensional Conference: Little Rhinoceros Arrives

After chatting for a few more minutes, the group's attention was drawn to the oven on the side.

Smelling the aroma of meat wafting in the air, Yuchi Gong asked curiously, "Your Majesty, what is this stove? Why does it smell so good inside?"

Li Shimin waved his sleeve proudly, "This is the oven that Lin Fan got; a whole lamb is being roasted inside."

"Roasted mutton? I don't see any fire!" Qin Qiong looked around, trying to figure out the mystery.

"Uncle Qin, the fire is inside." Lin Fan said, opening the lid of the oven so the three of them could see.

Seeing the golden mutton sizzling with oil inside, and it even rotating automatically, Cheng Yaojin's eyes gleamed with longing.

"Your Majesty, this thing is wonderful, I wonder if it will be able to...."

"cannot!"

Before Cheng Yaojin could finish speaking, Li Shimin immediately refused.

"Your Majesty, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Ha, you don't need to finish speaking; I can guess what you're trying to say."

"Alright, alright." Cheng Yaojin didn't dare to persist.

This oven is a good thing, but Cheng Yaojin has seen cars, air conditioners, refrigerators, and televisions before, and can only lament his disappointment.

While the group was waiting, four more people arrived together.

The leader was a middle-aged man around forty years old, wearing a round-necked purple robe. The other two beside him were dressed similarly, but the skinny old man at the back was wearing a scarlet casual outfit.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects!" The four men bowed to Li Shimin at the same time.

"Haha, my dear ministers, you've arrived too. Please, no need for formalities." Li Shimin waved his hand with a smile.

After the four of them stood up, they bowed slightly to Cheng Yaojin and the other two as a sign of politeness, and then turned their gazes to Lin Fan.

Upon seeing this, Li Shimin immediately began to introduce Lin Fan.

"Young man, this is Duke Changsun Wuji of Zhao." After a pause, Li Shimin continued, "You can call him uncle."

As Li Shimin finished speaking, Cheng Yaojin and the other two remained expressionless, while the newly arrived people, including Changsun Wuji, all showed a hint of shock in their eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan almost choked on his own saliva. He hadn't expected that this person was Changsun Wuji, Li Shimin's brother-in-law.

Lin Fan had ruined Changsun Chong and Chang Le's marriage before. If that old man found out, would he come after me? Lin Fan thought to himself.

Although Changsun Wuji still wore a smile, his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

The term "uncle" is generally used by Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun's sons and three daughters. Ordinary princes and princesses usually call him "the Duke of the State" or "the Duke of Zhao".

"Hiss, no way? Could this kid be A-mei's child? How come I didn't know?"

Changsun Wuji started a brainstorming session, and Fang Xuanling and the others beside him had similar thoughts at the moment.

Seeing no movement, Li Shimin raised his hand and gently nudged Lin Fan.

Lin Fan quickly snapped out of his daze, raised his hand in greeting, and said, "This humble one, Lin Fan, greets Uncle Zhao... uh, Uncle."

"Lin Fan? Did I hear that right? Shouldn't it be Li Fan?" Changsun Wuji was stunned for two seconds, then immediately stepped forward to help Lin Fan up.

Li Shimin did not explain for the time being, and continued to introduce Lin Fan.

"This is Duke of Liang, Fang Xuanling."

Lin Fan politely raised his hand in greeting: "Hello, Uncle Fang."

"Yes, young master, no need for such formalities." Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and smiled as he raised his hand.

Although Lin Fan was somewhat embarrassed to look at Changsun Wuji, he had no reservations when facing Fang Xuanling.

Is this Fang Xuanling from the story of Fang Mou Du Du? The old man seemed quite approachable; that was Lin Fan's first impression of him.

However, according to historical records, Fang Xuanling was afraid of his wife; no, he should have respected her greatly.

"This is Li Jing, the Duke of Wei."

Li Jing nodded slightly to Lin Fan, and Lin Fan quickly returned the gesture.

"Hello, Uncle Li."

This seemingly refined and easy-going man is actually the top war god of the Tang Dynasty? It doesn't quite match his image of a great general commanding thousands of troops.

However, Li Jing was known for his brilliant military strategy and was a commander-in-chief, so it's normal that he was different from generals like Cheng Yaojin and Qin Qiong who were good at charging into battle.

"This is Wei Zheng."

"I know, the number one troll of the Tang Dynasty!" Lin Fan blurted out as soon as Li Shimin finished speaking.

"The number one troll?"

The old man Wei Zheng frowned as he looked at Lin Fan. "Young master, what do you mean by that?"

"Uh." Lin Fan scratched his head awkwardly. He had spoken too quickly and blurted out what was on his mind.

He quickly explained with a smile, "Uncle Wei, well, 'number one critic' is a compliment, please don't overthink it."

Wei Zheng nodded thoughtfully and did not ask any further questions.

Lin Fan stared blankly at the serious-looking old man in front of him, who seemed to owe everyone two taels of silver.

If he remembered correctly, after the old man passed away, Old Li apparently did *that* to him...

However, to put it simply, this old man would criticize Li Shimin all the time, whether he had something to say or not, and he certainly got his fill of criticizing him while he was alive.

Looking at the three stoves and all the ingredients in front of him, Wei Zheng started acting up again.

"Your Majesty, you said you would invite several ministers; are you suggesting we sit on the ground?"

"Why not? What's wrong with that?"

"Of course..." Wei Zheng was about to launch into a long lecture when Fang Xuanling swiftly stopped him.

"Minister Wei, please say no more. Today is a private banquet hosted by His Majesty. We should follow His Majesty's arrangements."

Fang Xuanling thought to himself, "You can just spout nonsense in court, there's absolutely no need for this in private!"

Wei Zheng wanted to say something more, but out of respect for Fang Xuanling, he could only reluctantly shut his mouth.

"Well, Father, you should take the uncles into the hall to wait. I'll call you when the barbecue is ready."

Lin Fan's cry of "Father!" completely oblivious to the expressions of Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, and the other three beside him.

He thought that it was inappropriate to keep these ministers outside in such hot weather, and Lin Fan really didn't want to be stuck with them.

Of course, if it were the original trio of Cheng Yaojin, then it wouldn't matter.

Li Shimin nodded, waved his sleeve, and said, "Let's go, let's go into the hall and talk."

"Hehe, Your Majesty, I won't go in. I'll stay outside."

Cheng Yaojin wanted to get closer to Lin Fan, since Lin Fan was in charge of all his dozens of cases of beer.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin was not leaving, Yuchi Gong thought for a moment and also stayed.

Li Shimin ignored the two roughnecks and led Qin Qiong, Changsun Wuji, and the other two to a side hall next to the Lizheng Hall.

"Uncles, are you two staying here to help me?" Lin Fan looked at the two men with a smile, knowing there was still a lot of work to be done.