This slightly chubby woman, fair-skinned, graceful, every move is full of sultry charm, she is the famous Yang Yuhuan in history, who has been favored by Li Longji, who is dozens of years older than him, and can be said to have enjoyed the glory and wealth of the world.

She was originally Li Longji's eighteenth son, the concubine of Shouwang Li Mao, but a few years ago, Li Longji took a fancy to her, and found an excuse to let her enter the Taoist temple as a female Taoist priest, the Taoist name 'Taizhen', and wanted to use enough time to make the world forget the fact that Yang Yuhuan was Li Mao's concubine.

Li Longji took such pains to get this daughter-in-law who made him 'Yuyu can't ask for many years', although this is against etiquette, but he is the son of the Tang Dynasty, in order to make himself comfortable, he can't take care of these secular etiquette.

In the past few years, Li Longji has often been in and out of the Taoist temple, nominally to pray for blessings, but in fact it is for a private meeting with 'Yang Taizhen', looking for the feeling he wants, and this time, he is even more bold to take Yang Yuhuan, who is still a female Taoist, to the hot spring palace and bathe with him by the Huaqing pool.

On the side of Huaqing Pond, Tang Emperor Li Longji sat on a stone step, looking at Yang Yuhuan who slowly entered the pool with an appreciative expression, and the smoky water vapor added a unique hazy feeling, making Li Longji's heart feel indescribably comfortable.

He felt that he was thirty years younger all of a sudden, as if he had returned to the heroic spirit when he had just ascended the throne, and this wonderful feeling could only be obtained from Yang Yuhuan, which was also the main reason why he forcibly seized his daughter-in-law regardless of etiquette.

However, in the cold winter, soaking in the warm hot spring water and watching the delicate beauties come step by step is a very pleasant thing for anyone.

"Poor Dao is too true, see Your Majesty."

Yang Yuhuan's eyes were full of affection, his body squatted slightly, and he saluted Li Longji.

Li Longji couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and hurriedly pulled Yang Yuhuan to his side, stroked his young skin, and said softly: "Yuhuan, don't call Your Majesty anymore in the future, it's too angry." ”

Yang Yuhuan smiled faintly: "If you don't call Your Majesty, then what should you call it?" ”

"I'm the third in line among the brothers, so let's just call San Lang."

"Yes, Your Majesty, oh, yes, Saburo." Yang Yuhuan hid his face and smiled, he could call the emperor San Lang, and he was afraid that there were few people in the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Longji nodded with satisfaction: "Yuhuan, you are a southerner, most of the people in the south are barbarians, if there are no outsiders present, I will call you a man." ”

After saying that, he laughed sadly.

Yang Yuhuan was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Li Longji with a smile: "San Lang is the king of the Tang Dynasty, Yuhuan is just a southern barbarian, a barbarian woman, and a barbarian woman." ”

Listening to Yang Yuhuan's sour self-deprecation, Li Longji was very proud, took him into his arms, and comforted him softly: "Aman, let me be spoiled." ”

"San Lang."

"Aman."

The two of them played in Huaqing Pond, indulging their bodies and minds to their heart's content, feeling that the whole world was theirs.

A few hours later, Li Longji stood in the Wangjing Tower of the Hot Spring Palace, looking in the direction of the capital, with a slight loss in his eyes, he was almost sixty years old, his energy was not as good as before, it was impossible to maintain sufficient energy all the time, especially after indulgence, he would always feel tired.

Li Shouli, the king of Sui, has just died, and Li Xian, the king of Ning, is also terminally ill and has few days to live, both of them are Li Longji's brothers of the same generation, and their death and serious illness make Li Longji feel that he is also old, and there is a feeling of declining days.

This time, he brought Yang Yuhuan to Huaqing Pool to bathe together, to find the feeling of being young, to prove that he is not so old, he is still very young, but after a burst of joy, he can still clearly feel that he is still old, and people are not convinced of old age.

The more successful the emperor, the more afraid of aging, because as a successful emperor, he can have everything he wants, but time will take away everything, and the life span of an emperor is also limited, and in the face of aging, any powerful emperor can do nothing.

Qin Shi Huang searched for the elixir of life but could not, and many emperors in later generations did not succeed, Li Longji did not dare to hope that he could seek the elixir of life, but he longed for the feeling of youth, and being with Yang Yuhuan could allow him to realize this wish.

"San Lang, are you going back to the palace?"

Yang Yuhuan's face was flushed, like a delicate peony flower, looking at Li Longji's eyes, full of affection and apprehension, she stayed alone in the Taoist temple lonely and empty, and finally met Li Sanlang once, naturally wanted to maintain it for a while longer.

Li Longji looked sideways at Yang Yuhuan, and a smile of appreciation appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Aman, I can meet you, it is really a blessing from my previous life, I am content." ”

Yang Yuhuan was moved for a while: "San Lang, what's wrong with you, did you think of something unhappy." ”

Li Longji looked in the direction of the capital again, and nodded lightly: "King Wei has just passed away, King Ning has no days to live, they are all my brothers, I didn't expect to leave me so soon, a few years ago, King Qi and King Xue told me that King Wei can spell and can predict the weather, I felt curious and summoned him, he told me that he didn't know magic at all, and during the period after martial arts, because of the incident of Prince Zhang Huai, he was locked up in the palace for more than ten years, and he had to be beaten every year, with a thick scar on his back, and he felt dull when it was about to rain, When the sky is about to clear, he feels refreshed, this is how he predicted the weather, now, he can no longer predict the weather, King Ning is my eldest brother, my throne should have been my eldest brother, but he resolutely gave it to me. ”

"San Lang, King Ning will get better."

Seeing Li Longji's sadness, Yang Yuhuan comforted him softly.

Li Longji stroked Yang Yuhuan's pink face, and promised softly: "Aman, King Ning's days are numbered, I must go back to the palace to see him for the last time, don't worry, I will take you into the palace as soon as possible, waiting for me." ”

"San Lang."

Yang Yuhuan threw himself into Li Longji's arms.

Li Longji felt his young body, and after a long time, he gently pushed Yang Yuhuan away: "Aman, I really have to leave." After speaking, accompanied by Gao Lishi, he left Wangjing Tower.

"San Lang, take care."

Yang Yuhuan's face was full of affection, and there seemed to be liquid flowing in his eyes.

Li Longji glanced back and strode away.

"What is King Ning's situation?"

Gao Lishi bowed down and said: "Everyone, Zhang Fengyu of the Shang Pharmacy said that he can hold on for half a month at most." ”

Li Longji nodded: "Drive back to Beijing and go directly to King Ning's Mansion." ”

"Yes, everybody."

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Chongrenfang Lingzhou Jinju Academy, the steward and several subordinates are all busy, since Li An and others moved in yesterday afternoon, they have not been idle for a moment.

More than 100 people have more than 100 mouths, quilts and beds also need more than 100, washing, eating, drinking and Lazar are responsible, all of a sudden increase in so much workload, they are really a little unbearable, the key is that the cost has also increased greatly, and their funds are relatively limited.

The most painful thing for the steward is that these people are too rude, they make a fuss when they don't have enough food to eat, and even beat people with their hands, just like a bandit.

The Jinjuin is a local office in Beijing, which is set up by local officials such as the history of local assassins, and all the funds come from the local government, and it is mainly responsible for receiving local officials who have entered Beijing and providing them with basic services such as food and lodging.

In order to strictly control the cost of the concert house, each state has detailed rules for the concert house, and Li An and others entering the concert hall completely violated the rules, and the expenses incurred are difficult to be reimbursed according to the procedures.

The steward was very aggrieved, but Li An was Wang Zhonghei's person, he didn't dare to offend, and he was afraid that the people under Li An's command would be rude, so he could only choose to endure it silently, and looked forward to these people leaving the concert as soon as possible.

Li Anke doesn't care what the steward thinks, he has already stayed, and the steward of the concert hall must serve three meals a day, and one meal is indispensable.

"Big brother, these people are really unhappy, the food cooked yesterday and this morning is not enough for the brothers, this meal, if the brothers are not fed, they will definitely beat him."

Li An smiled indifferently: "Don't, if you beat them down, who will cook for us and boil water in the future?" ”

"Haha! That's true, but we have to be fed at every meal. ”

Li An knew that his brothers were forced to live here, and the steward was very unhappy, which violated the rules, and at the same time greatly consumed the financial resources of the Concert Academy.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Li An walked to the side of the steward of the Jinjuyuan and looked into the distance casually.

Seeing that Li An took the initiative to lean over, the steward hurriedly said with a look of grievance: "Li Shaolang, so many of you live here, it is completely inconsistent with the regulations, and every meal you eat is used for your personal income, if you live for a long time, you really can't afford to support it." ”

Li An smiled lightly, the meaning of the steward was very clear, that is, he wanted the more than 100 people under Li An's command to get out of the house as soon as possible, after all, this is a high-end concert theater, what is the matter with these white-bodied men.

"This is a piece of gold, take it first, and then the brothers will eat and drink it will be mine."

Li An didn't want to talk nonsense, so he directly handed the steward a piece of gold, which was the medical expenses that Liu Luogu compensated him for when he was at Tongguan Station.

The steward's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took it, and secretly sighed Ang Lee's shrewdness, after all, more than 100 people under Ang Lee's command lived here, and the accommodation fee could be saved a lot.

"Li Shaolang can rest assured, he will keep an account of the food expenditure every day and hand it over to Shaolang in person."

The corner of the steward's mouth smiled slyly, he was proficient in bookkeeping, and if he dug a little, Li An would never be able to see it from the books, so that he could add a little extra income to make up for the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Li An is not afraid of being greedy for his money, after all, the accommodation fee saved is a big expense, and if you can live here, you won't suffer, both parties will benefit, why not do it.

"By the way, the south gate of Yongxingfang is more than 100 steps to the east, whose mansion is the door to the street?"