"Experience tea drunkenness?!" Li Yuanying was about to change his clothes and run away... to go to his eldest grandson Jiaqing for a drink. When he heard the maid's message, he threw the leather belt in his hand onto the low couch and looked at the man who was holding his lips together and holding back a smile. Peony ordered helplessly.
"I can't persuade them. You can prepare more sweet dishes and send them over. Then talk to the princess and find a way to distract them so that they can restrain themselves and not cause trouble in our house. "
Everyone who could leave had left, and those who couldn't leave had a lot of things on hand and basically couldn't leave. Even if someone could barely leave, they couldn't persuade them. In fact, they couldn't speak at all.
It was still the early days of the dynasty, and after experiencing the baptism of war, most officials still wanted to do practical things, let alone to the extent of deliberately criticizing the emperor and cheating on him in order to gain fame.
"Here." Peony Yingying bowed, still holding back her laughter, and said softly. "Don't worry, Your Majesty. With Tang Fu and Mr. Gongsun here, Your Majesty and the others will not be allowed to drink a large amount of strong tea in a short period of time."
The reason why Situ, the eldest grandson, became drunk with tea was not only because he drank various kinds of first-course strong tea in a short period of time, but also because after he came to Yangzhou, his mood was like plums and yellow rain. There were no willows, only slanting wind and drizzle. When it's sunny.
"Then we can't be careless. Mr. Tang is a little childish now. It's not a big deal to watch the excitement. I don't want them to stay any longer. If we delay for another ten days and a half, I can only go to the well in Shugang to explore. Road to see if it can really connect to Shu." Li Yuanying picked up the leather belt and tied it, tapped Peony's nose, turned around and left the window, a skylark landed on his shoulder, and waved his clothes Sleeves, not a single cloud was taken away.
After Li Yuanying left, Mudan finally stopped holding back and fell down on the low couch, laughing so hard: She had never seen a man molesting a little girl, and the little girl was so frightened that she wished she could disappear, or she was so happy that she was so happy that she couldn't help but feel happy. They are embarrassed to say it, or the little girl is actually the young lady of the pavilion painting boat. They will make all kinds of gestures to refuse and welcome, just for the sake of the tangled hair.
No matter what the situation is, I have never seen a man afraid of a woman, especially a woman he has at his disposal in his backyard. King Teng, it’s really interesting.
"Yuan Ruren, please stop laughing." The little maid arranged the round-neck robe that Li Yuanying had changed into and put it back in the closet, reminding her softly. "Anyway, apart from Mrs. Pei and Mrs. Ya, you are the only one who has never really been in bed."
Mrs. Pei followed Xiao Sima to Suzhou for work. Mrs. Ya has been feeling unwell in the past few days, but her children have not left the mansion and there is nothing wrong with their health! It's not right. She was able to release the prince from the house and help cover it up. The brains of her children are not very smart.
Mudan ignored the hidden meaning of the little maid's words. After laughing enough, she slowly sat up, tucked her scattered hair behind her ears, put away the jade belt that Li Yuanying had replaced, and put it in a special wooden box. He said warmly: "Help me change my clothes and go to the kitchen to prepare lunch."
So what if I actually slept with you? When she was still in Prince Guo's palace, there were not more than a dozen but seven or eight concubines who were thrown aside and no longer favored. Now there are only more. Not to mention the beauties in the palace who broke off their friendship before they were old and reclined in the smoke cage until dawn. They tried every means to please Princess Jinyang, just to be known by His Majesty the Emperor and win a little favor.
It would be better to have less favor from Prince Teng. None of the ladies in the backyard are cheap, and she can't be like the princess, who slaps anyone she doesn't like.
The love that flows slowly is far better than the love that blooms like flowers. She is never greedy.
"Here." The light in the little maid's eyes gradually dimmed, and she went to the wardrobe to get a waist-skirt.
She still has the desire to win as a concubine, but unfortunately Ruren doesn't live up to expectations. She is destined to wait until she reaches an age and be married by a minister...
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"You are full of delicate nephrite, and you are still running away?!" The eldest grandson Jiaqing was taken to the painting boat outside the mansion by Prince Teng's relatives, with question marks on his face like "Are you stupid?" "I thought it was some subordinate official who arranged what needs to be done."
"There's so much nonsense." Li Yuanying's gang leader Sun Jiaqing poured a glass of wine, pushed it in front of him, and joked. "That person was wandering around in the yard like a donkey, and I'm afraid he didn't look like his eldest son. But the memory of that person is still fresh in his mind, and he can draw a picture at any time.
To commemorate. "
When a certain great emperor became a cook, he once enjoyed Demiyan's fish soup. Poor Fika, although he loved fish soup, in order to avoid this disaster, he quickly grabbed his hat and belt and panicked. He fled home. From then on, he never dared to step into the door of Jamie Yang's house again.
Although he doesn't regard beauties as a disaster, he doesn't want to be an empty son. He really has nothing left.
The eldest grandson, Jiaqing, held up his hands and begged for mercy: "I was wrong. Your Majesty is merciful in his words, but merciful in his writing."
He picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and said with a smile, "I'll fine you three drinks, you can do whatever you want."
After drinking three glasses of wine in a row, he put his elbows down on the desk, leaned forward and asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will find out that you are not in the house and get furious and postpone your trip?"
"The raccoon slave has nine lives. Even if he knows the saying that curiosity kills the cat, why is your curiosity so strong?" Li Yuanying casually threw a salted peanut towards his eldest son Jiaqing and said casually. "My brother is not that boring. It's just that some thoughtful people couldn't sit still and tried their best to create trouble for me. He just followed the current and tried to catch fish."
Li Erfeng didn't want to go to the mausoleum at all. It turned out that he had indeed done great things and made Aye regret his original idea. But when the Tang Dynasty's territory became larger and larger, and his son almost repeated his story, he matured . In short: when I grow up, I become you.
Now he wants to go to Mount Tai to be enshrined, and no one will stop him, but he is no longer interested in doing it. His vision has become deeper and far-sighted, and he sees more possibilities in the Tang Dynasty. He has the opportunity to meet Emperor Caesar. Same goal: I come, I see, I conquer.
The great emperor also had another famous saying: You always tell me that all crows in the world are black. In fact, you are wrong, every crow in the world is darker than the next! And I'm probably the whitest one!
Even if Li Erfeng is not the whitest one, he will definitely not be the blackest one. With the journey of the Tang Dynasty's cavalry and fleet, it should be possible to change the tragedy of doing the dojo in a snail shell again.
"I had to obey my brother that day, but I still refused to stop?" Changsun Jiaqing caught the peanut, put it in his mouth, took a slow sip of wine, and sneered, half self-deprecating and half sarcastic.
He ranks first among the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion. What else is there to be dissatisfied about? He has to be the kind of powerful minister who shares the world with the king and his horse before he can give up.
Li Yuanying shook his head and whispered, "It's not him."
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