Fu Tang

Li Congjia said with a smile on his face: "The most beautiful scenery in the world is here, and Chongguang is not tempted. It's better...forget it."

Li Jingsui laughed and said, "After all, Liu Lang is young and has little experience."

Han Pei also smiled and said, "Your Highness and the princess have a deep relationship, which is enviable!"

Li Congjia silently said sorry to Zhou Ehuang in his heart. He really had no choice but to pull Princess Zheng out as a shield. Looking at it this way, it is not so unacceptable to marry a wife and have children after passing through. .

No matter how those literati ridiculed him, Li Congjia remained as still as a mountain. Killing Zhou Ehuang was the cinnabar mole on his palm, the white moonlight in his heart, and he didn't like anyone except Zhou Ehuang.

But for some reason, no matter how Li Congjia emphasized, Li Jingsui looked at him with indescribable ambiguity, which made Li Congjia's skin crawl.

In the end, Li Congjia simply ignored Li Jingsui's eyes, and looked at these "literati" one by one, molesting those little ladies with obscene words and erotic poems.

If a lady likes her, she will naturally go to that person's side. Li Congjia originally thought that these ladies in public were just drinking with them, but he never expected that this group of people has such a bold and unrestrained style!

Li Congjia stared dumbfounded at the atmosphere in the banquet hall gradually becoming obscene, and couldn't accept it for a while.

He wanted to leave, but there was already a little beauty sitting beside him - he didn't write any lyrics, this one came here to admire his reputation.

From this point of view, there is still some love between these little ladies and literati, but these little ladies appear here because they have no choice.

Li Congjia could leave, but if he didn't take this little lady away, he might end up in some beast bowl as soon as he left.

So all of a sudden, in the entire banquet hall, only Li Congjia was out of place.

Seeing the pitiful look of the little lady, Li Congjia said softly, "Just pour the wine."

So, a pretty little lady was taken as a servant by him abruptly.

Gradually, Li Congjia couldn't sit still. Seeing that these people were acting like a live erotic palace, it was hard to watch!

Li Congjia whispered a few words to the servant next to him, asking him to give Li Jingsui a message, and he was going to leave after Li Jingsui agreed. Anyway, seeing how happy those people were, they probably wouldn't notice that he left early. The smoky place really can't stay for a minute.

It turned out that Li Jingsui actually walked down from the seat after hearing the message from the waiter, and walked over with his arms around a little lady in disheveled clothes, and said drunkenly: "Liu Lang is leaving? But I didn't enjoy myself enough." ?”

Li Congjia smiled and said: "Chongguang had a serious illness before, and he has not recovered yet, so he wants to go back to rest earlier, please forgive me."

Li Jing then shook his head: "You look good, I think these little ladies are not to your liking, just wait a little bit."

Li Jingsui clapped his hands while talking, and Li Congjia frowned when he heard the messy footsteps, and just about to open his mouth to say something, he just froze there.

He originally thought that Li Jingsui called another group of young ladies over, but he didn't expect that a row of young gentlemen came out from behind the screen this time!

These young men seem to have been trained, each of them has a handsome appearance, quick eyes, and a trace of innocence and childishness in their eyes.

Of course there will be innocence and childishness, these young gentlemen generally look younger than the young ladies, about twelve or thirteen years old, very young and immature!

Li Congjia suppressed the urge to yell, what the hell is going on!

Dai Zhou laughed loudly and said: "Great kindness, great kindness! Your Highness has already prepared for tonight, and it seems that there will be many great stories to be handed down to the world!"

A good story handed down from generation to generation?When Li Congjia thought of the occasions where these poems were produced, he felt an urge to vomit.

Li Congjia's face was stern, and finally he couldn't help saying: "The emperor is the crown prince, and it may be inappropriate to lead civil and military officials in such a loose manner."

Li Jingsui patted Li Congjia on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so nervous, Liu Lang. Poetry is handed down from generation to generation, and beauties love it. It's a good story to tell, but Liu Lang didn't do all the capital tonight. It's not good, not good."

Li Congjia couldn't bear to look away from those young gentlemen. He couldn't save any of these people, and the only thing he could do was to be alone.

"Chongguang is really unwell today, and it is difficult to write a good sentence. Please forgive me." Li Congjia got up while talking: "It's not early, Chongguang misses Dalang, so I'm going back home."

Since crossing over, Li Congjia has never been so grateful for having a wife and son like now. After deciding to go back, he must treat the mother and son well.

Li Jingsui stretched out his hand to press Li Congjia's shoulder, Li Congjia was caught off guard, and was pushed back to the chair by him.

Li Congjia frowned and looked at Li Jingsui, only to hear Li Jingsui say: "I know that Liu Lang's eyes are higher than the top, so don't be unhappy. Uncle Huang left you the best one, which is...a little older."

After Li Jingsui finished speaking, a maid beside him left quickly, and Li Congjia suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The maid left and came back quickly, but when she came back, there was a person behind her.

The man was older than the ones in the banquet hall. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was slender and walked vigorously. He was wearing only a jacket, which swayed slightly under the breeze. He walked from darkness to light step by step. As he came, the indifferent appearance around him made Li Congjia feel in a trance that the originally noisy banquet hall with all kinds of lewd words and babbling went quiet.

Moment of peace.

When the man stood completely in the banquet hall, Li Congjia could see the other person's appearance clearly. His eyebrows were like a crescent moon, his nose was like a gall, and his eyes were as clear as autumn water. They were so delicate that they could be described as beautiful. A little heroic, that is a person who is both handsome and beautiful.

However, what surprised Li Congjia was not the other party's bearing and appearance, but that the man didn't have a single hair on his head.

It was a monk with a clear demeanor and a handsome face!

The author has something to say: Li Congjia's word is Chongguang, so he calls himself Chongguang here, so I won't explain too much in the article.