Li Daoyi looked at Xu Changan's face with a blushing face, and a hint of sorrow on his face, which looked like the sister Daiyu in "The Story of the Stone" he loved to watch, but that sister Daiyu had thin eyebrows and willow waist, and Xu Changan was barely able to do so.

It can be considered a eyebrows, but this thin willow waist is not considered a thing.

Li Daoyi should have a chill in his heart, but his eyes met Xu Changan's.

Xu Changan's eyes were bright, and his eyes were like a quiet lake, shining with a faint light under the moonlight; but the sorrow in his eyes was like a stream in the mountains, endless.

Li Daoyi wanted to make a few sarcastic words, but stopped.

He has watched "The Story of Stone" several times, but naturally he will not read the so-called human relationships and changes in the times. He just watched the young men and rich ladies doing the Wushan clouds and rain.

After all, his master was Zheng Dayi, who was able to ask Xu Changan for six big boxes of erotic pictures.

In this regard, Li Daoyi, a disciple, is a bit unqualified. If divided according to the ratings of A, B, C and D, Li Daoyi can get at most one C in this regard.

But, facing Xu Changan, who looked very much like his sister Daiyu, Li Daoyi couldn't say anything.

He didn't need Xu Changan to say anything to him, so he knew that Xu Changan missed someone and wanted an old friend.

Li Daoyi was a little careless when he was bickering with the madam, but he restrained himself at this time. He did not immediately answer Xu Changan's question, but just nodded and walked upstairs.

He naturally knew that Xu Changan would not be accompanied by him when he came to drink. When he got upstairs, he pushed the door open and entered. As expected, there was only one wine pot in the eyes.

Li Dao wrinkled his nose. Of course, he also knew a lot about wine, but he was not as obsessed with Caibao.

He walked to the table, picked up the wine pot and sniffed it, and frowned.

"Let me accompany you to the banquet to drink the nectar and jade liquid, and don't drink this bitter thing alone." Li Daoyi said lightly. He wanted to say this sentence easily, but the words turned out to be changed.

It's very calm.

Xu Changan nodded and sighed, "It's called Ziyi's goodbye."

Li Dao glanced at the pot of wine in his hand, but the originally light wine pot became more than a thousand pounds.

Xu Changan nodded and said, "Let's go back first", then turned around. Li Dao felt relieved, put down the pot of wine and ran towards Xu Changan.

Leave a pot of purple clothes on the table.

...

Outside Chang'an City, Sanli Creek.

Sanlixi has always been a place that young people like, including peach blossoms, streams, beauties, and legends.

Especially after the Taosu incident was spread, Lao Lingjun and Guo Jinghui were involved, which added a bit of sadness to this place.

Spring is blooming, and peach blossoms fall.

Young men and women are in the Sanli Creek, rushing butterflies in the peach blossom forest to enjoy the wind, and laughing happily. The girl held her skirt and waded carefully across the river. At a glance, she knew that the young masters from a scholarly family were also standing on the river bank with their faces.

He was frosty and muttered quietly, as if he was a few poems praising the beauty.

At the end of the Peach Blossom Forest, the boundary of Sanlixi is about to come out, and there is a small thatched hut.

It was originally a tea shop, selling big bowls of tea.

But although there are many people in Sanlixi, no one will take a big bowl of tea like the farmers in the fields. So the business of this tea shop is getting worse and soon it will be given to a couple.

The husband was honest and not many people had seen him. Although the wife was half-old, wearing coarse cloth clothes and did not wear any makeup, she still had charm.

The couple settled down their original tea shop and sold things like sour horn soup, sour horn juice, etc. The business was like a small boat in a small river in summer, and the water rose and the boat rose.

When spring comes, women's faces are always red, and there are always sweat on their foreheads. They smile and send away every rich lady who comes to her to buy sour horn juice.

These rich ladies like sour horn soup the most. It’s spring again. When they are tired of taking a sip, they feel refreshed and happy.

Of course, not only the rich ladies would come to this small thatched hut to buy drinks, but also some young men.

Of course, they didn't come to drink sour horn soup, but watched the woman beat her chest and stamped her feet from a distance, wishing she could have a few years earlier. If she had been a few years earlier, she would not let such a beauty suffer here.

But they didn't see that when the woman sold sour horn soup in front of the stall, she smiled the most, was not when she collected the money, but when she took it and handed over a handkerchief from the house.

Two people came to this shop today.

It is normal for two people to come, but these two people are an old man and a man without beards.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, and he walked swaggeringly, not caring about the strange eyes of the people around him, and came to the thatched hut.

When the woman saw the visiting person, her face changed slightly, alarming the man who had been hiding in the house.

The man walked out and caused a riot.

His face was rolling up, and he looked more like a toad than a toad.

Many people sighed with regret and men ignored it. He had seen this situation many times. He just looked at his wife nervously, and his eyes placed on his ugly face were full of concern.

A child about five or six years old also walked out and pulled the woman's trouser legs.

The woman forced a smile, took the stall back into the house, and comforted her husband and children.

She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety about the future. She smiled and touched her child's head, hugged her husband, and walked out of the door.

The woman looked back at the tightly closed door, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and her heart was filled with courage.

The old man and the man without beard stood by the stream in Sanli Creek, waiting quietly for the woman.

The woman walked to the stream and respectfully shouted "Big Enjoy" to the old man. As for the man without beard beard beside her, she didn't care too much.

The old man, known as a great worshiper, looked at the woman and said lightly: "Dancing lady, this is Eunuch Li in the palace, and now he is deeply trusted by the Holy Emperor. This time, it is not me who is looking for you, but they are looking for you."

After saying that, the old man stood aside and gave the place to the dancer and Eunuch Li.

The old man looked at the two people not far away, and the dancer seemed a little angry. The old man glanced at the house and saw the man holding a knife in his hand, his eyes full of fear, and he looked like he had thought it out.

After a while, the dancer came over and looked at the old man angrily, his voice pressing down very low.

"Although I am a sirens, I don't want to kill Xu Changan. Why are you looking for me?"

The old man sighed.

"Because you are a siren."

The dancer was stunned and his eyes narrowed.

"The young master comes to Chang'an, so you want to frame and make negotiation easier?"

The old man didn't speak, so he was accustomed to it.

"Then why is it me?"

"Because you are Gongsun Wuniang, you can dance the world." After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Gongsun Wuniang's home and looked at two people, big and small, who were poking their heads out.

Gongsun Wuniang stood there and after a long time, she said, "You promised me not to hurt my family."

The old man put his hands in his sleeves and glanced at Li Zhongxian, who was smiling in a sinister face, his voice a little dull.

"I can only care about myself, not others."

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If you want to know what happens next, please read the next chapter to explain it.
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