"Stir-fry two side dishes, and then take out a pot of wine, today, my aunt and I want to drink two glasses!" Li Congjia commanded.

Li Shuangshuang answered, and went to the kitchen to work.

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In the courtyard, Li Jingsui and his wife and Li Congjia sat side by side, the hour was not early, the sun was hanging high, and it was very warm.

"We don't want to contact you in the future? Even the Yan Wangfu, it's not worth it, and I don't want to!"

"Are you ready to start?"

"It started, and from the first day I entered Jinling, I made up my mind."

"Okay, no one will know about today's events, and you don't have any connection with Yanwangfu, what you do has nothing to do with Yanwangfu, whether you are dead or alive?" Li Jing then opened his mouth to answer.

"Auntie, do you hear me? You must put away your pity, put away your edge, put away your guilt for your sister, put away your pity for me......"

"How long?" Jiang knew that what Li Congjia wanted to do, he might never succeed, he might be thrown into prison, or he might be in a different place, after all, it was too difficult.

"Three years, three years at most."

Li Jingsui glanced at Li Jingsui and took a breath silently, three years? Bringing down a big clan like a mountain is simply a fool's dream.

"I'll do what I say! Three years, if not, then I will definitely do it on the first day of the fourth year!" Li Congjia clenched his fists slightly, affirmatively.

"Okay, my aunt believes in you, three years, give you three years, if you don't succeed, go to your aunt's place, and don't think about revenge!" Jiang is very distressed, distressed by the child in front of him, distressed that this child has lived in the shadow of revenge for more than ten years, and has never opened his eyes properly, taken a good look at the world, and looked at this world so brightly.

"Okay, I promise you, auntie."

After hearing this, Jiang Shi silently shed a string of tears, then stood up, pulled Li Jingsui and left the courtyard.

Seeing Li Jingsui and his wife leave, Li Congjia didn't stand up, just watched and watched his aunt leave.

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"Today's events, you must not mention half a word to outsiders!"

"Understood, young master!" The Xiong brothers nodded in response, they had never seen Li Congjia have the look he has today, even in the most difficult times in Chang'an.

"Why are you all gone, don't you stay to eat?" Li Shuangshuang poked his head out of the kitchen and wondered.

"We eat it ourselves!"

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On the street, in a slow carriage, Jiang and Li Jingsui had very solemn faces, they were two extremely smart characters, they would never let others grasp the slightest handle, leave early, and fewer people would know about today's events, once Li Congjia's plan started, it would not involve the Yan Wangfu.

"Three years is too long!"

"It's too short!" Li Jingsui didn't understand, didn't understand why Li Congjia had so much confidence, only three years, only three years, to bring down the enemy?

But Jiang knows that Li Congjia's past three years are too long, every step must be unrecoverable, there can be no mistakes, more than a thousand days and nights, how can he survive alone?

With only two sighs, the two people in the carriage were silent, and the two of them didn't need to say anything, they both understood that they could no longer have any contact with Li Congjia in the future, and everything depended on him.

Approaching the middle of the day, Li Shuangshuang cooked four or five dishes, warmed a pot of wine, and set up a square table in the courtyard, around which the four masters and servants sat around.

The atmosphere was very dull and depressing, and since Jiang left, Li Congjia had a wry smile on his face, as if he had lost something precious, and he had never spoken.

They all know that Li Congjia likes to drink, likes it when he is sad, likes it when he is happy, and only likes it when he is bland, and he always sleeps when he is drunk, and sleeps from morning to night, babbling and talking non-stop.

Raising the small wine glass and putting it in front of him, Li Congjia looked at the warm wine and drank it all, the wine was spicy at first, and when it passed the throat, it was a sour taste, and if he drank too much, he would not feel it.

Drink a glass of wine, and then raise chopsticks to eat two bites of side dishes, Li Congjia never said a word from beginning to end, his eyes only stared at the wine in the wine glass, godless and lonely, his fingers were on his knees, slowly twisting, but he felt that his body was getting colder, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, obviously the big sun, why did he feel cold?

No one else dared to speak, and they didn't even move their chopsticks, just sat quietly around the table and looked at Li Congjia with their spare eyes.

The most displeasing thing is this kind of scene, when you are happy, everyone is happy together, but when you are sad, Li Congjia has always been alone, and even Li Shuangshuang can't participate in it, and it belongs to him alone.

After a while, the three glasses of wine were all down, the pale face gradually became red, the eyes were also half-drooping, and the mouth began to talk nonsense.

I think it's drunk, only a drunk can solve a thousand sorrows, since ancient times, to Li Congjia, it has not changed, drunk, the brain will not be cranky, and only when you are drunk, can you live like this all the time.

"How ...... I am Think...... Hurry up and get to the end of this ...... Cut!" The wine glass fell to the ground, Li Congjia's paralyzed body fell on the table, Li Congjia's alcohol consumption has never been good, he was drunk after only a few glasses, and he couldn't remember the rest of the matter.

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Tingyulou is a very prestigious place for gathering and chatting on the banks of the Qinhuai River, where all the people come and go, and the people who intersect are also some rich and famous young ladies.

This is three days from the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night on August 15, the position of the leader of the 12 Qingfang fell on the head of Chen Yuanyuan of Yunqingfang, today, Yunqingfang banquet invited the talents of Jinling to gather in Tingyulou to talk freely.

Although it is a banquet, Yun Qingfang can't help but be suspicious of showing off this time, because he won the position of leader, Chen Yuanyuan's lyrics are not a good work in the eyes of really talented people, she can win this leader, first, because Yun Qingfang's family has a big business, and secretly bought a lot of people who comment on poetry, and Chen Yuanyuan is very good at controlling people, and he is fascinated by the son's brother one by one.

On the same day, there was a good word, which was made by Zhang Xiaoshan girl of Qingping Fang, and it was sought after, but when commenting on the poems, those who were bought did not mention a word, and browsed the good poems at a glance, and when the good paper was found, the leader had already been decided, and afterwards, no one mentioned the matter, just talked about it in private.

It was only two or three days later, and Yun Qingfang invited everyone to a banquet, and the people who commented on the poems that day also had some noble sons and other girls from the boat.

Listening to the rain floor is a good place to see the scenery, this Qinhuai ten miles of smoke and clouds at a glance, the blue river flows quietly, this downstairs is a very lively Confucius Temple, there are a lot of visitors who come and go to ask for a signature.

Now the second floor of the Listening Rain Building is overcrowded, and most of them are standing, and those talented people all stretched out their heads to look in, just to look at Chen Yuanyuan.

And Chen Yuanyuan and his person, today wearing a purple dress, combing his hair in a bun, wearing a bright hairpin, is lazily leaning against the window, while covering his face with a fan in his hand, while constantly flattering his eyes, those talents have slipped away one by one, where is there any literati elegance.

"Is that good?"

"Interesting!"

"Fun is okay?"

"Naturally!"

"Do something you like, why do you want to do something you don't like?"

"Like you? Do you hold a book all day? ”

"What's wrong with the scroll!" The woman shook the booklet in her hand, tilted her head slightly, and answered, but her eyes never took off the booklet in her hand.

I just saw that this woman was born extremely bright and clean, tied her hair with a hosta, applied a little powder, wore a milky white skirt, held the booklet in one hand, and held her forehead with the other, and said slowly.

"Are you stupid at reading?" Chen Yuanyuan picked up the fan in his hand and gently patted the bright woman's forehead, a little puzzled.

"You've won this time!" The woman curled the corners of her mouth slightly, glanced at Chen Yuanyuan, and said.

"I'm asking you, are you stupid to read? Who cares if they win or lose? Chen Yuanyuan looked at the woman, in fact, the two made a bet, betting on who would win the leader, and the loser would do something for the winner.

"You win, say, what do you want me to do?"

"It's better to go to the green building and sell yourself!" Chen Yuanyuan covered his mouth and giggled.

The woman got serious at this time, put down the scroll in her hand, and stared at Chen Yuanyuan, "It's better to sell yourself to you!" I'm still at ease!"

Seeing that this girl was serious, Chen Yuanyuan smiled very happily and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, okay, come to my room tonight!" Let me see what you look like!"

"Why bother tonight! Isn't it good now? So saying, the woman got up and slammed the door shut, and now there were only two people left in the room, and as she spoke, the bright woman untied the belt of her dress.

Chen Yuanyuan took a breath of cool air, hurriedly stood up to stop it, and said, "Sister, I'm joking, why are you serious!"

"If you lose, you lose, so naturally you have to fulfill your promise" half-pulled the skirt on her body, and she was about to reach out and grab Chen Yuanyuan's body.

"Ah......" Chen Yuanyuan was busy hiding his chest and dodging, never thinking that this woman was actually a pervert.

"Come on, come on, Lord Kui ......" The woman who was very bright before was now like a hooligan, up and down her hands, touching Chen Yuanyuan's body up and down.

The frolicking sound of the two women in the room naturally attracted the imagination of the talented people outside the door, both women were extremely famous women on the bank of the Qinhuai River, they had never seen them on weekdays, let alone heard these two women frolicking like this.

Fragrant shoulders are revealed, conceived, laughing, playing, tearing, tired, sitting down for a rest, and then continuing to ......