However, Yang Jian still underestimated the footsteps of Li Bai, Meng Haoran, Wang Changling, Wang Wei and others.

Xiaobai is naturally as fast as a whirlwind, but the horses of these poetry bigwigs are by no means idle, just when Yang Jian and Xiaobai chased all the way to the bridge in front of the south gate of Chang'an City, they still didn't see a group of four.

Yang Jian had no choice but to go home, and the few people Xiaobai had just met on the road were already stunned by Yang Jian's one person and one ride, and they all saw a white shadow flash in front of them.

If Xiaobai is allowed to enter Chang'an City, won't it scare the people in the city half to death?

What's more, even if Yang Jian wanted to enter the city, it was unlikely, and the soldiers defending the city would definitely immediately send a signal to hunt him and Xiaobai throughout the city.

After returning home and settling Xiaobai, Yang Jian decided to go to the city in person.

Of course, Li Bai and the others didn't know what happened after they left just now, and after the four of them entered the city, they said goodbye and returned home at the fork in Zhuque Street and Yongning Fang.

After all, among the four people, Wang Weiben is a Beijing official, so he naturally has a lot of official business, and Meng Haoran has lived in Chang'an since he was a child, and when he returns to his hometown this time, he also has many things to deal with, and Wang Changling is going back to Beijing to resume his life.

Only Li Bai is idle.

After all the friends comforted Li Bai, they parted ways.

Li Bai rode his white horse alone, walking aimlessly on the streets of downtown Chang'an.

What can you do when you go back to the inn?

Except for loneliness.

Except for wine.

Nothing else could comfort his loneliness.

"Li Gongzi?"

Just as Li Bai was passing by Pingkangfang, he suddenly heard a woman's voice sound.

"Green House?"

When Li Bai heard it, he felt that this voice was familiar, and when he turned his head, he found that it was indeed the top girl of Cuiyuxuan in Pingkangfang, Cuilou.

Today's Cuilou is not the same as the Cuilou seen in Cuiyuxuan in the past, her dressing seems to be more low-key, her eyebrows are lightly swept, her lips are light, and her phoenix eyes are a pair of phoenix eyes, but it is a spring love that can't be hidden, it seems that she has nothing to do, and she still has time to come out of Chang'an City to hang out.

The two of them were coming out of Shangchunfang on Suzaku Street, and behind her, there was a little girl who was a maid.

The little girl was carrying a large bag of things in her hand.

"Li Gongzi, is you alone today?"

Cui Lou looked at the man in front of him, and in a pair of phoenix eyes, it was already two bays of spring rippling.

"Li has just returned from an outing with his friends and passed by here."

Shangchunfang is a well-known rouge gouache shop in Chang'an, Li Bai looked at the green building that looked forward to the brilliance, and knew that she had just returned from sweeping the street and returned with a full load.

Cui Lou is a bright woman.

Not only is he beautiful, but also his mind is exquisite, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and singing, and he is also proficient in everything.

Although Cuilou has always adhered to the principle of selling art and not selling one's body, when facing a human hero like Li Bai, naturally the rules have long been forgotten.

A few nights**.

A few struggles.

Two hormones. Mengfen. Secretion. The tide is also emotional. The men and women of Yang not only walked away from the kidneys, but also seemed to faintly take the trend of the heart.

But Li Bai knew that he could only go to the kidneys.

He understands that even if he is distracted, he can't be distracted for too long.

Because he was already married.

"Li Gongzi, have you ever had time to walk with the slave family?"

Cui Lou is a beautiful woman.

When he said this, he looked at Li Bai's eyes, which were a little brighter than all the rivers in spring.

"Good!"

Li Bai just glanced at Cui Lou and changed the itinerary he had just decided.

"Thank you, Master Li!"

After laughing, Cui Lou Waner stretched out a hand to Li Bai Yingying on the back of the tall white horse.

"Miss Cuilou is polite!"

As soon as Li Bai's big hand stretched out, Cuilou felt as if he had really become a feather, flying up from the ground, and then landed lightly on Li Bai's horse.

"Miss?"

The maid behind Cui Lou stood in place, looking at Cui Lou who had already flown on the horse, and screamed a little anxiously.

"Xiaoju, you go back, I'll go back with Li Gongzi."

Cui Lou smiled back at his maid in front of Li Bai's broad chest.

"What did Mama say?"

Xiaoju is a sincere girl, and Mama is the old .ba of Cuiyuxuan.

"You tell Mama directly, I'll go on an outing with Li Gongzi."

When Cui Lou spoke, he was also smiling.

Momma?

She just wants to accompany his Li Gongzi today!

"Okay, then Miss be careful, come back early!"

Xiaoju is also a conscientious maid.

"Got it, you go back first."

Cui Lou was a little impatient.

"I wonder where Miss Cuilou wants to go?"

Li Bai hugged Cui Lou in his arms, and the flow of his voice and breathing flowed in her ears.

"Whatever."

Cui Lou felt the air flow from Li Bai's mouth, and his heart was already swaying.

"Okay, then how do you get back to the inn!"

After Li Bai finished speaking, he smiled in Cuilou's ear.

That laughter is a bit less like Li Gongzi when he was writing poetry.

But Cui Lou liked it very much.

He felt that Li Gongzi at this time was the real Li Gongzi.

Just like this inn where he stayed.

Transparent.

Clear.

No hanging, no hindrance.

Whether it's laughter or breathing, it's like a real human being.

Yang Jian walked for more than an hour before walking from Xu Geng's thatched house to the inn where Li Bai lived.

The snow is knee-long.

The soles of his shoes were soaked by the melting snow.

But he didn't feel cold.

It's just that he feels that his male god doesn't look like a male god at all at the moment.

"Yang Jian?"

Li Bai was also very surprised when he saw the little doll that suddenly appeared at the door.

They had only been breaking up for a while.

"Uncle Li Bai, what are you doing?"

Yang Jian looked at the door frame, his face was ruddy, he tried his best to hold back the slight panting, there were still shallow beads of sweat on his forehead, but the corner of his eyes was always looking into the room.

Looking at such a male god, Yang Jian suddenly understood a little bit in his heart.

But he's still a doll.

So, he asked innocently.

"I-I was just in-in-in-sword training-"

Li Bai's voice was a little messy.

Just as chaotic as his voice, and his eyes.

"Sword practice?"

Yang Jian opened a pair of silly white and sweet eyes, and asked with a strong desire for knowledge.

I'm afraid it's a combination of two swords, right?

But he couldn't stop laughing in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the dignified poet Li Bai also likes to do these indescribable things.

"Well, practice swords, by the way, why did you come here all of a sudden? Is there something wrong with me? ”

Li Bai calmed down and regained the male god's calm.

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