After a long period of silence, this young man who was the most introverted in Wudi City was like sleeping to death.

In the morning bath, Jiang Axe Ding finally opened her eyes and sat up and said softly: "I have thought about it. People in the world can forget one hundred and one thousand river axe Dings, but they cannot forget that Yuanbenxi!"

Jiang Fuding stood up again, and his tears were blurred and said in a scattered manner: "Dad... I want to ask for this account with Zhao Zhuan and Li Yang for you. I will help Zhao Zhu sit on the dragon chaise... I... miss you very much."

"If you are lucky enough to die, then we will meet in the temple..."

At this moment, a little boy carrying a small bamboo cage trotted up the city. Although his clothes were shabby, he took care of himself quite neatly. When he was not speaking, his clean face also had a solemn look that children of the same age did not have. The child who was jogging all the way saw the familiar slender back, breathed calmly, and nourished his energy. Then he shouted loudly: "Jiang Fuding!"

Jiang Fuding calmed down and turned to look at the child born and raised in Wudi City. He seemed to be an orphan. An elderly couple in the city adopted him and opened a bun shop not far from Wang Xianzhi's old residence. It is said that in the past, Wang Xianzhi's apprentice Yu Xinlang and Lin Ya liked to go to that small place to have breakfast. The child's vision was naturally higher. The child raised a thin native dog. He walked the dog all over the city if he had anything to do, which made it look like a general leading troops to patrol the jurisdiction. Jiang Fuding arrived.

After the Wudi City, no one helped to take care of life, especially after Lin Ya left the East China Sea, he was very particular at all times, so he was free to solve the breakfast at that bun shop. He spent twenty cents to buy a small bun with thin skin and juice. Over time, he became familiar with the children who collected money. Occasionally, he would tease this child who was very serious about what he did. Jiang Fuding also wondered, how could a easy-going couple teach such a weird child full of old pedantic atmosphere?

The child named Gou, who was named Gou, handed the cage of buns to Jiang Fuding and said seriously: "Twenty cents will be kept in the account first. If you forget it, I will remind you."

Jiang Fuding said helplessly: "If you ignore it, you will only be twenty cents, and you will be indispensable."

The little boy glared and said, "My surname is Gou, and my name is good! It is taken from the saint's scriptures, 'If your parents are there, you will definitely have good luck when you travel far away."

Jiang Fuding, who had been silent in the East China Sea for a long time, would only show a little bit of the demeanor of aristocratic families in the capital when they met this interesting child, and said with a smile: "You don't even know who your parents are, why should you be 'good'? Look, the nickname she gave you for your childhood sweetheart, is more suitable. If you don't care, you won't care, and you'll be more comfortable to shout."

The child raised his face and said, "Don't say anything that is wrong."

Jiang Fuding laughed and said, "What kind of politeness do you know is not politeness? I think the scholar who told me that ritual is just a matter of reasoning is that he is Yan Shenggong of the saint of the Zhang family."

The child frowned, "I don't know if that gentleman has learned it, but I know if his students haven't learned it well."

Jiang Fuding, who was teased by a child, was not angry either. He sat on the top of the city, opened the slightly cool bamboo cage, gently picked up a small and exquisite bun with his fingers, raised his head and threw it into his mouth, full of fragrance and endless aftertaste.

In the past, when I was in Tai'an City, I could no longer remember the taste of many delicacies that were known as the best delicacies in the world. Now, this small meat bun that costs only two cents a day will never be forgotten if I don't eat it in one basket.

Jiang Fuding smacked his lips, ate six or seven buns in one breath, and then seemed to remember some past events, and laughed and said, "It rained so hard in Tai'an City, drowned a lot of fish."

Gou Youfang sighed and said softly: "It's not funny."

Jiang Fuding looked down at the bun in the cage and sighed: "Yes, people eat the earth for the rest of their lives, and they eat the earth for the rest of their lives."

The child didn't speak, after all, he probably didn't have this feeling at such a young age.

Jiang Fuding suddenly turned his head to look at the child standing beside him, and smiled and said, "After entering the Vajra realm, he relies on perseverance. He relies on qualifications and understanding. If he wants to have the great atmosphere of heaven and earth, he must rely on his innate roots and bones. As for the land god, it depends on his illusory aura. If you ignore it, do you want to practice martial arts?"

The child shook his head without hesitation and said, "I don't want to."

Jiang Fuding said in surprise: "In this Wudi City, you deal with people from the Jianghu every day, but you don't want to practice martial arts?"

The child whispered: "I heard that practicing martial arts is a bottomless pit. No matter how much money you spend, I can't fill it. I don't have money."

Jiang Fuding suddenly stared at the last bun in the cage and asked in surprise: "Gou Buli, I remember I have eaten ten buns, why did one more come out today?"

The child said calmly: "Grandpa said that you, people in the martial arts world need to be healthy and need to eat more. I asked for one more and could only ask for one more. Otherwise, this cage of buns will lose money, and it will not be easy for me to make money."

Jiang Fuding was at first amused and crying, and then smiled and had a gentle smile, as if he was reluctant to eat the eleventh little dumpling immediately.

Jiang Fuding finally picked up the bun, ate it slowly, looked into the distance and laughed softly, "You may not want what I gave you, and in the long run, it may not be really good to you. But I will leave this city soon and will probably not come back in the future. But I will miss you, a little kid, and I hope you will have a good life. I hope that if one day you grow up and I will not give you any food for the earth, you will come to me, and I will definitely invite you to drink at that time."

When the child heard that Jiang Fuding was about to leave Wudi City, he felt a little disappointed, but his face did not show up. He just nodded and said a good word.

Jiang Fuding smiled and held up the bamboo cage with one hand, looked at the vast sea where the tides were rising and falling, and laughed loudly: "You don't see the three mountains and five mountains high in the sky, you don't see the endless wind and sand in the northwest killing people, you don't see the river flowing to the sea without returning! Listen, life is only a hundred years, and you want to have a god, just in a glass of wine!"

The child also followed the heroic Jiang Axe Ding and smiled and joked for the first time: "When we meet in the future, we will invite me to have a good wine."

Jiang Fuding threw the bamboo cage into the sea, reached out and rubbed the child's head, "It's nothing!"

The child was stunned and said anxiously: "Jiang Axe Ding! What did you throw away the bun cage? I'll take it back for the grandfather!"

Jiang Fuding was stunned and speechless, and was very inappropriate.

A long time later, there will be a very juicy saying in the world where the older generation of masters passed away one after another.

Yu Dilong is not that invincible.

It’s just because there are still ways to be able to do it in the world.

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It is hard to imagine that some places that have not yet ended the frost at the beginning of summer.

This is the Two Liaos. There is Black Mountain and White Water here. There may be the first snow of the Liyang Dynasty and the last snow. The wind and snow here in the middle of winter are called big smoke bubbles, covering the sky and the sun. In the cold winter of last winter, two people entered the Two Liaos from the north of the Jingji Festival under the personal escort of Qi Jia Festival. This was able to mobilize the number one swordsman in the capital so much. Naturally, the Yu Xinlang, among the two, was the martial arts master who was secretly trying to win over by many forces. Yu Xinlang refused to be the one who was trying his best to stay today. Emperor Zhao Zhuan asked Qi Jiajie to send him off all the way to dispel the coveted thoughts of other forces. As Wang Xianzhi's first disciple, he had a good relationship with Yu Xinlang, which was almost equivalent to accepting the robe and mantle of Emperor Wu City, Lou Huang, Lou Banque, Lin Ya, and the other three people, even if they could not use it for themselves, would be the least helpful to take on a good relationship with these top masters who were in the same spirit. Therefore, when Qi Jiajie left at the border, he told Yu Xinlang that no matter when he returned to Tai'an City, His Majesty the Emperor would treat him with a friend's courtesy.

On the bank of a river called Songnen River in Jinzhou, Liaodong, there is a small village living along the river, with about a hundred households. Most of the young and strong people in the village are hunters. It is said that the ancestors of a certain family captured two seas and Dongqing in their lives, and they were sent to the Governor's Office in Liyang at that time as tributes. The well-prepared hard bow in this family's family was the extra gift from the Governor's Office in addition to the bounty. Two distinguished guests lived in the village. At the end of last winter, a group of hunters met a black blind man who had not entered hibernation for some reason. It was the benefactor who drove away the giant bear. Afterwards, the young and strong people in the village liked to ask for advice from the young man, and the children in the village also liked to play with the child who liked to wear green clothes.

After summer, the girl in green who was finally able to take off her thick fur clothes was very happy. She had frostbite that winter, so she didn't feel any hardship, but Xiaoyu was always guilty. In fact, she didn't like Liang Liao at the beginning, because when she first entered here, it was the most storm and snow. The terrible weather of the big smoke cannon was like giving her and Xiaoyu a warning. Until she stopped in this village, she led her new friends. She was fresh and happy when she was digging holes on the frozen river, or sitting on the wooden board to slid on the ice every day. So when Xiaoyu said she was not happy when she was about to leave for Liaobei, she was not happy, and then Xiaoyu did not urge her. Over time, she and Xiaoyu looked like native Liaodong people. Xiaoyu would go hunting with the villagers with arrows on their backs and start to raise them under the guidance of the old hunters. Young eagle, and she no longer wonders why the windows here are covered with paper, why every household has large jars of pickled vegetables, and why when adults teach their children a lesson, they will hang them into the basket if they are disobedient. Today, Xiaoyu is helping a family in the village to cut a plant that is more than half a meter tall, called sheep grass, which is used to build houses. Of course, it is not the grass that sheep eats. Its pole is hollow, just like the bamboo in her hometown. She is quiet Jing squatted beside him, looking at Xiaoyu cutting the straw pole with a knife, and she felt very handsome. She remembered that the day before Grandpa Gao left Wudicheng, she chatted with her privately and talked to her many people. She didn't remember many people. She was particularly concerned when talking about Xiaoyu, so she remembered clearly that Grandpa Gao said that when he was a swordsman today, XXX had the best chance of being a swordsman, and who had the best innate roots and bones, but Xiaoyu's sword training qualification was the best, no one.

She squatted on the ground and suddenly felt sad when she thought of Grandpa Gao. She actually knew that his surname was Wang, but he was so tall that she liked to call him Grandpa Gao, and he was never unhappy.

Then she remembered another person.

The man called her green robe before he died.

Xiaoyu said that that person was amazing and could be admired by Grandpa Gao for most of his life.

She suddenly asked, "Xiao Yu, Grandpa Gao asked you to find that person, which is to ask you to take the apprentice on behalf of the master, but how can we find it?"

Yu Xinlang turned his head and smiled, "It can always be found."

She said oh, shouted, "I'm going to play, and she ran away after getting up.

Just like this little girl's brother Yu Xinlang smiled knowingly, always afraid that she would find the trip between Liaoning and Liaoning boring. Now it seems that she is over-concerned. The only trouble is that this girl has learned a lot of dialects from many local children, such as "You are a brute, "go away, and "did you get away" and "did you get away" to delete it. Thinking about it makes Yu Xinlang feel a little worried.

As for the "Little Junior Brother" who is still unknown, that is equivalent to the master's closed disciple in a sense. At present, the Groom Yu is not in a hurry. He firmly believes that he will meet naturally when he is supposed to find it. This is a wonderful intuition.

Yu Xinlang waited patiently.

In the five hundred years of world, there is only one Wang Xianzhi, and only one Li Chungang.

In the evening, Yu Xinlang helped the villagers to work hard. When she returned to the house she was staying, the owner of the house had already prepared dinner. Yu Xinlang didn't know where the girl was playing wildly, so she had to yell like the villagers. Soon, the answer came from the riverside. She ran back quickly, and walked over the threshold with her skirt. Seeing that Xiaoyu and the family were already sitting on the kang made of adobe. Because she didn't move her chopsticks, she grimaced at Xiaoyu, and then sat apologetically beside Xiaoyu. Helplessly, Yu Xinlang whispered: "There is no reason to let the owner wait for the guests to eat."

The middle-aged village woman liked the girl in green from the bottom of her heart and quickly smiled and said, "It's not important."

A middle-aged man with a southern appearance poured a glass of wine for Yu Xinlang. The man was actually a foreigner and his wife was a local. His ancestral home was in Dongyue. He moved to Jinzhou with his grandfather and father, but he was earlier than Hong Jia, which was considered a blessing in disguise. Fortunately, he escaped the Spring and Autumn War that burned the Central Plains. Because western Liaoning is the place of dragon-rise in Liyang, Liaodong also gained a lot of benefits. Although he could not enjoy the various preferential treatments of the court in western Liaoning, there was still a world of difference compared to the people of Dongyue Road, which had heavy taxes.

Everyone knows that there was a king of different surnames who "tits come out of the mountains and forests" in Jinzhou. In addition, the Liyang vassal king who was in charge of the two Liao dynasties was Zhao Sui, the king of Jiaodong. Zhao Sui was also quite kind to the people in the jurisdiction. Although the Beimang Liyang had been in conflict for many years, the war had not spread here. Therefore, even middle-aged men had never seen wars on the battlefield since childhood. When the man's family was convicted, they brought a large box of books when they moved north. Even if they were single-passed by four generations, generations of fathers and sons were taught to read and read, and many scholars in the Central Plains could not do.

The reason why Yu Xinlang chose to live in this home was that he was close to the bookish spirit that was rare in the North. When he heard Yu Xinlang's explanation that he would leave the village and go to Jinzhou City today, the man who lacked drinkers would inevitably feel a little regretful. He probably had half a bowl of wine, and the middle-aged man who had no alcohol tolerance and good wine tasted very well did not have too many taboos to talk to and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yu, are you going to see the ancestral residence of the King of Beiliang? Let me tell you the truth, there is no point in watching it. First, ordinary people cannot get close to each other, and there are personal guards of the vassal king's mansion staring at it, and second, many people say that it is two or three dilapidated houses. It is said that many people who went to Jinzhou City to join in the fun went there and returned in disappointment."

Yu Xinlang asked, "Many people go to Jinzhou?"

The man swallowed the remaining half of the bowl of wine and smiled and said, "No, there are too many stories about this matter. We are only about eighty miles away from Jinzhou. We are looking for valuable things in the village, such as mink fur and fur, especially the old ginseng that the Shangguan family prohibited from digging privately. We all feel assured that the 'accounting house' who knows a few words will go to Jinzhou City to sell secretly, so I am not unfamiliar with Jinzhou City..."

Although the woman had a great affection for the groom and the little girl, when her man talked about selling ginseng privately, she still secretly kicked him with her feet.

The man was not good at talking about his wife's faults, so he just pretended nothing had happened and continued: "About that famous man-slaughter, even if he had left Jinzhou for more than 20 years and died in Beiliang, the people of Jinzhou still talked about it with relish. The previous decade was the most lively. According to legend, many of the Central Plains rich families who had irresistible hatred with the man-slaughter were settled and did not dare to take revenge in Beiliang, so he thought about digging the ancestral grave of the Xu family. If it weren't for our Jiaodong King and Rentu, they would have suffered a disaster. I want to see,

Our King Jiaodong also slaughtered the fish of the pond. Otherwise, with the ability of the prince, he should not be so bleak. Last time, Brother Yu, you said that the King of Huainan Zhao Ying was also killed in a heroic battle. Our prince would not be more than the King of Huainan and King Yan Chi, but it is more than enough to compare with the King of Huainan and King Xinjing'an, right? Otherwise, he would not be able to sit in the position of King Jiaodong. Apart from Beiliang, there is only the vassal kings here who are facing the barbarians of Beimang, right? If the late emperor did not trust our prince's ability, he would not dare to make such arrangements."

Yu Xinlang nodded. The late Emperor Liyang placed the vassal kings, which was a painstaking effort. He "carried" Zhao Ying under his nose. He "spreaded" the ambition Zhao Bing to the southern border. He let his younger brother Zhao Yi, who was the same father and mother, take over the richest Guangling Road in the world. He placed the most rebellious King Jing'an in Xiangfan, Qingzhou, which was surrounded by enemies, and only Xu Xiao and Zhao Sui were placed in the northern border. He is not a scholar and never a scholar.

The middle-aged man who regarded himself as a man had drunk two bowls of wine without realizing it. He had only had this amount of alcohol to drink, but perhaps because he had met a friend with a few thousand cups of wine, he actually poured another bowl for himself. No matter how hard his wife stopped him, he raised the wine bowl, smelled it, and did not drink. He looked up at the opposite side of the gem, his eyes were a little distracted. The middle-aged man who was far away from the smoke of gunpowder and the temple seemed to start talking to himself, "My ancestors are the ones."

In Dongyue, it was destroyed by General Gu Jiantang. It may not be the work of the man-slaughter. Since my grandfather, I have no disgust towards the man-slaughter. I am no exception. I used to hear that Tai'an City was the most fierce place in the world to curse people, and then Guangling Road, which is called "Seedling, 5 or 6 out of ten". Next was Jiangnan, which was famous for its kindness. Now even the King of Xinliang is scolding. It seems that the more you scold the officials, the more you scold, the more you become, the more you scold, the more you call it. Among them is the Minister of Rites. Hey, so I really want to figure out one thing. Since those people have become officials of the Liyang court, many people have never seen the man-slaughter and the King of Xinliang. Even the rise of their family is attributed to the horses who slaughtered in the spring and autumn, so what else can you scold? Brother Yu, you have a lot of knowledge. Judging from your demeanor, I think you are a person who is well-read in poetry and books. Maybe I can solve my doubts for me?"

Most of the officials outside the capital live in the southeast of the city, and the mountains and rivers are not bad here. Like the southern scholars like Fan Changhou, they must enter from this. Therefore, those successful and famous officials of Liyang, although they are the most famous people who have been awarded the inner city, still have different houses here, which are convenient for the nearby water towers to support their descendants. Most of the chanting gatherings in Tai'an City were held here. From spring to summer, near the granite, the ancient saying is that the spring and the summer are fighting for the times. Over the years, the granites have been held, and a large number of literati and scholars held gatherings near the Xinran Pavilion. Interestingly, I don't know which family is so big and has a special place in the south of Xinran Pavilion.

More than 20 acres of rice fields that are not easy to see in the north for people to enjoy. In summer, every night, I really listen to the sound of frogs. This year's Xinranting gathering was particularly interesting. I don't know if the old ministers had a tacit understanding. From the Zhongshu Ling Qi Yanglong to the Menxia Provincial Tantanwen, to Zhao Youling and Yin Maochun who emerged in the spring of Yonghui, they did not join in the fun this year, but from Chen Wang, Yan Jiexi, Jin Lanting to Li Jifu, Gao Tingshu, Sun Yin and others, these "young people" with the most prosperous statement in Tai'an City were almost unavailable and all attended the Xinranting banquet together, and the famous Changhou Fan was of course among them.

This gathering of humanities has no strict initiator, but just calls on friends and everyone to lead people. Xinranting became so lively.

At that time, after a conversation between the young man from the Imperial Heavenly Prison in front of the emperor and the empress, six people were left until the end. Chen Wang and the top scholar Li Jifu had a great chat. "Uncle" Yan Chiji chatted with Song Keli, while he and the crazy disciple Sun Yin were quite in love with the crazy disciple Sun Yin. What is interesting is that in the subsequent experience in the capital, they also developed roughly according to this trend. Li Jifu was often a guest of honor in the Chen Mansion. In the Hanlin Academy, Yan Chiji and the Song family cried history books together, it is said that they were very good at it. Although Fan Changhou and Sun Yin were still not close friends, they would also chat occasionally.

As soon as we chatted about the situation. Today, Fan Changhou met Sun Yinxian and then went to Xinranting together. Many officials in Tai'an City would laugh and say, "High officials rode thin horses, but they would not appear rich if they had any." However, Sun Yinze, who had suffered a demotion, still bought a tall horse from Beiliang openly. Every court meeting and on duty, they rode this horse, which was extremely eye-catching. Fan Changhou had the honor to take a horse today and rode the same horse with Sun Yin. When he arrived near Xinranting, where the carriages and horses were like dragons, Fan Changhou turned over and got off the horse and couldn't help but rub his butt. Sun Yin was really riding a horse in Tai'an City.

Even if he could ride out of the desert and whip, Changhou Fan was about to suffer. Sun Yin looked gloating when he saw Changhou Fan's embarrassing appearance.

They came to a conspicuous carriage in Xinranting one after another, and walked down two men in simple and elegant blue shirts. Fan Changhou saw that it was Chen Wang, the attendant of the Zuo Sanqi of Menxia Province, and Li Jifu, the top scholar. He thought that according to Sun Yin's noble nature, he would at most squint his eyes and ignore it. Unexpectedly, Sun Yin actually pulled him forward and also saw that Li Jifu, who also saw the two of them, obviously did not expect Sun Yin to say hello, and could not hide the incredible feeling in his eyes. However, Chen Shaobao, who was in the entire Liyang Dynasty, had a prosperous official career comparable to Jin Sanlang, had no expression of surprise at all. He smiled at them, "Brother Sun, Mr. Yuetian, I agreed in advance that I will not drink wine today, and I can only use tea instead of wine. However, Jifu has already made plans to not be drunk and never return. Just drink him."

Sun Yin snorted coldly: "So what if I drink tea? I just drink wine. We can still let Lord Changshi go and take four, five, six or seven times."

Chen Wang smiled bitterly and begged for mercy, saying, "Brother Sun, don't bully fellow villagers. I beg Brother Sun to point the finger at Ji Fu, otherwise Mr. Yuetian can do it."

Changhou Fan smiled and said, "Mr. Changshi, you can't rely on his official hat to be a big shot and just lead the trouble in front of you, which will damage the court's dignity."

Li Jifu looked at the three people who were talking nonsense, and was a little envious in his heart. Although he had been with the minister who was both a royal relative and an important minister in the dynasty, he had never really let go. Every time he returned home, he had to think about whether there was anything wrong with the wording in some place. No wonder Li Jifu was worried about gains and losses. Everyone knew that Chen Shaobao, who was the best close minister of the emperor, occupied a place in that small dynasty meeting, was just around the corner. Moreover, compared to ordinary Beijing officials, Li Jifu knew more reliable inside information, and the Secretariat of the Central Secretariat, which had been hanging in the Yang court for decades.

After Qi Yanglong took over, he was in trouble. Although Chen Wang, who served as the attendant of Zuo Sanqi in Menxia Province, was already a third-rank official, he was very likely to be transferred to the post of the Secretariat within one or two years and served as the post of the Secretariat Minister who has not been "confirmed" yet. There are many Secretariat Ministers in the three provinces and six ministries, but the Secretariat Minister is undoubtedly the most important one. It is not that the Hanlin people did not receive a beautiful posthumous title, but these rules do not control Chen Shaobao. The Secretariat Minister in his early thirties may not be shocking in the old Liyang Dynasty when the martial arts chaotic country, but Li Jifu dared to assert that this must be a feat of officialdom that no one will come later.

Zhao Youling, Yin Maochun, Jin Lanting, all the tasks were all staring at the title of "Chief Supervisor".

But only Chen Wang was so absent-minded and wandering around in the garden.

Perhaps many people present at that time did not expect that the Xinranting party in Xiangfu's second year left many popular romantic and elegant events in the history of later generations.

Dong Juran, a rookie in the calligraphy world who was praised by Tantanweng as "there are ghosts and gods in the mouth of the Dong family, and the words are like a spring breeze". Dong Juran wrote the famous work "Xinranting" for all eternity. Huang Quan, a young painter who was promoted to Qi Yanglong, personally spread the rice paper for him at Jin Lanting, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, was drunk and splashed ink. He drew a picture of "Drunk Eight Immortals" that was hung by His Majesty the Emperor in the imperial study that day. The song "The Knight Walks to the Beijing" that almost overnight spread throughout the capital, started with Sun Yin, including Jin Lanting, Yan Chiji, Song Keli, Chen Wang, Fan Changhou, Gao Tingshu, and a total of 64 people, who wrote this long poem that was famous all over the world.

Of course, how could there be only handsome heroes and heroes on Xinranting on this day, without moving rouge? The three courtesans in the capital, each with their own strengths, all took the stage, dancing or singing, especially the woman who once made the rouge list, Li Baishi, who was hailed as a double-armored musical dance, was shocked by the solo dance. What is even more amazing is that after that day, Li Baishi had no news in Tai'an City, and disappeared so resolutely, as if she had never lived in this world. Afterwards, someone guessed that based on her words at the banquet, she loved each other with an unknown swordsman, and since then, the fairy couple went to the world for freedom.

Without wind and rain, the wind will dissipate.

The banquet was aborted until late at night. Li Jifu was already drunk and unconscious. Chen Wang, who had the highest official position and the only one who had not drunk alcohol. He wanted to take Li Jifu away in person, but was tried to keep him. He was unable to escape, so he could only ask someone to take Li Jifu back. The man was Jin Lanting, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and personally helped Li Jifu back to the carriage with Gao Tingshu. Sun Yin left late, but when he came, they were alone, as if no one was around, and were riding a horse full of alcohol, which shocked many people from the capital.

Xiaoniang and Changhou Fan had another "sequential dispute" with Wu Congxian under the instigation of everyone. Both sides made great moves. Although Wu Congxian lost the game, he did not lose his momentum, which made the viewers exclaim. After this battle, Wu Congxian vaguely established the second place in Liyang Go under Fan Chenghou. Yan Chiji, Song Keli and the fellow villager who was nicknamed Kong Wuniang left together. "Xinranting", "Drunk Eight Immortals" and "The Knights Go to Beijing" were handed over to the young emperor's relatives, and he would immediately send them to the palace.

The night is deep, the lights are still bright, and there are only more than ten people left in Xinran Pavilion. Chen Wang, who has never been drunk in the capital, has been left until the end. Fan Changhou and Wu Congxian have already played chess. The latter returned with a group of friends, and the people in the pavilion are all new figures in the officialdom of Tai'an City, and are willing to put aside their faces and get close to Chen Wang, the central high-ranking official. However, everyone is a scholar with a poetic and self-cultivated attitude, even if you drink too much.

After all, the chatting behavior still did not reduce the habits of literati, and he should be good. Chen Wang was never the kind of person who liked to behave and was harmonious with them. In the end, I didn't know who was still unsatisfied, so I spent some money to call a musician singer who "strolled" to make money at this party. The woman held the pipa and did not apply makeup. Although it was not a national beauty, the lights were swaying, and she also had a touching feeling.
To be continued...