The night is as dark as ink, the stars are dim, and the courtyard of Mrs. Li, the owner of Li Zhuang, is brightly lit, like day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the main hall of the Li family, the stove drove away the cold, and a table of sumptuous wine and food had been arranged.

The two of them sat down, and when Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao walked in, they recognized one of them at a glance as the person who played the piano in the Pengcheng wine shop.

The other was an old man, full of gray hair but very neatly combed, although he was sitting, from his broad shoulders and thick neck, people could still feel his extremely burly body.

If nothing else, this old man who can sit in the main hall of the Li family should be the head of the Li family, Li Zongwang, who is respected by outsiders as Mrs. Li.

Li Zongwang looked at Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao with a smile, his smile was full of kindness and gentleness, as if he was looking at the two juniors in front of him with the eyes of an elder.

From ancient times to the present, although there is a saying that the elders are respected, but Xuanyuan Chengui is the king of Beiliang, a descendant of the royal family, and Li Zongwang is just a country owner.

Xuanyuan Chen didn't seem to care about this, and after sitting down, his eyes were withdrawn from the person playing the piano, and he asked Li Zongwang in a light tone, "Why don't you avoid it?"

Li Zongwang smiled unabated, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and when he put it down, there was no drop of wine left in the cup, although the owner of Li Zhuang was old, he was obviously as heroic as when he was young, and in the face of Xuanyuan Chen's questioning, he just wrote lightly: "The old man is rude, please don't be surprised by the king of Beiliang."

The person who played the piano was silent, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Chen's eyes flickered, his eyes stared at Li Zongwang motionlessly, he couldn't understand the old man in front of him, or that the other party's performance was too far from his phenomenon.

Li Zongwang's various actions in Li Zhuang are all the strategies of protecting himself and not offending any force, but in the face of Xuanyuan Chen, a child of the royal family, his performance is not only not as humble as his eldest son Li Jizhong, but can be described as arrogant.

It is absolutely impossible to be like this, just from the point of view that Li Zongwang can have a relationship with the person who plays the piano, his identity is probably not an ordinary local hero.

And just as Xuanyuan Chen was thinking, a woman walked out of the back wall of the middle hall, came to him and poured a glass of wine, the crystal clear wine glass was sandwiched between the fingers like green jade, the woman's voice was as crisp as a pearl and jade, and she bent over and saluted: "The little woman gives the prince a glass of wine."

The wine is in the glass, surrounded by aroma, but it is not only the aroma of wine, but also the fragrance of daughter that is more intoxicating than wine.

Xuanyuan Chen's eyes were as clear as water, and he looked the toasting woman up and down, seeing that she was restrained, and a little elegant and dignified, not like a humble maidservant, he asked Li Zongwang with his head slightly sideways: "Who is she?"

Li Zongwang smiled and said, "It's the granddaughter of the old man, Li Mei'er."

Xuanyuan Chen turned his head to look at the woman again, her appearance was not glamorous and moving, but her body exuded a bewitching style.

The person who played the piano had been staring at Xuanyuan Chen since Li Meier appeared, and he, like Li Zongwang, had a smile on his face all the time, but there was a faint hint of expectation in his smile.

After a while, Xuanyuan Chen withdrew his gaze from Li Meier, he was not a womanizer, and in his eyes, women were not even as attractive as cold swords.

But if someone sent a not-so-ugly yellow flower girl to his eyes, Xuanyuan Chen felt that if he refused, others might have some special opinion of him.

At present, it is impossible for a normal man not to be moved.

The so-called gentleman who is not in chaos is a hypocrite at all, and Xuanyuan Chen is a real man, so there is no need to hide his appreciation for Li Meier, so he looked at the other party for a while.

Of course, there are really people who disdain Li Meier, and Leng Junao, who always looks like a thousand years of ice, seems to belong to the category of abnormal men, and his eyes have not stayed on Li Meier for a moment from beginning to end.

Li Mei'er didn't pay attention to Leng Jun's arrogant ignorance, her eyes had been completely occupied by Xuanyuan Chen, and after she finished drinking, her chin was about to touch her full chest when she lowered her head, and her face was flushed.

She was a little scared, but also a little expectant, the young man in front of her who looked a little old turned out to be a prince, such a man may not be as gentle as a merry and talented man, but he has a pair of solid and reliable shoulders.

Li Zongwang felt that the time was almost up, and said with a smile: "Lord Wang, my granddaughter has been yearning for heroes and heroes since she was a child, and she admires you very much."

Xuanyuan Chen smiled faintly, he was extremely sure that before the Beiliang army came to Li Zhuang, this granddaughter of Li Zongwang had never heard her name.

Obviously, Li Zongwang is an old fox, and he is also an old fox who is enough to be a bachelor. Half an hour ago, he refused to leave people outside the wall, and half an hour later, he smiled and offered his granddaughter.

It's just that Li Zongwang's actions are not clear whether he wants to win over or try to do so.

Xuanyuan Chen didn't answer Li Zongwang's words immediately, but he looked at Li Mei'er again, and the girl in his eyes was covered with peach blossoms, half green, half pink, like an unripe apple.

Such a girl has a fatal allure for men.

At this time, Li Zongwang spoke again: "Lord, the night is dark, you might as well rest earlier, the old man let Mei'er serve by his side, and he can also relieve you of your hard work all the way." When he said this, his old face showed an undisguised ambiguity.

Xuanyuan Chen frowned slightly, he didn't expect Li Zongwang to be so direct, he was simply disrespectful to the old man, and he said after a long time: "Don't bother Miss, this king doesn't plan to spend the night in Li Zhuang."

Li Zongwang's smile retracted, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked, "Is it really not necessary?"

Xuanyuan Chen was speechless, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then nodded at Li Meier, which was regarded as a return gift for the other party's toast just now.

Li Meier lowered her head, her eyes were already red, and her expression was full of unspeakable pain, for any woman, it was a great embarrassment to be rejected in public.

Li Zongwang pondered for a moment, and said with a hint of apology in his tone: "Mei'er, you go down!" When Li Mei'er left the main hall, he suddenly laughed, and his smile was full of self-deprecation: "It really makes the prince laugh, Mei'er's posture is like a willow, how can she be worthy of a hero like you."

Xuanyuan Chen shook his head and said, "This king is not a hero."

Li Zongwang asked rhetorically: "In the battle of Beiliangcheng, the prince broke the Jin army and beheaded tens of thousands, isn't he still a hero?"

Xuanyuan Chen's expression was solemn, and he said seriously: "This king doesn't dare to take credit, it all depends on the lives of the soldiers under his command!"

Li Zongwang's face changed slightly when he heard this, he glanced at Xuanyuan Chen deeply, let out an inexplicable sigh in his mouth, and then slowly stood up, and walked out of the main hall as if no one was around.

Incomparably arrogant, but incomparably arrogant and natural.

Looking at Li Zongwang's departing figure, Xuanyuan Chen didn't think that he was deliberately belittling himself, but wanted to know the reason, except for Li Zongwang himself, I am afraid that only one person could know it.

I don't know when, the eyes of Xuanyuan Chen and the person playing the piano have been intertwined, silently intertwined, accompanied by turbulent emotions and exchanges.

After a while, the person who played the piano was the first to speak: "King Beiliang, we meet again."

Xuanyuan Chen lowered his eyes and said quietly: "Where there is me, it seems that you will be there too." This sentence is full of thousands of questions, among which the question is the clearest.

The person who played the piano hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "I know you have a lot of questions, but I also have a lot of questions, but your questions come from me, and my questions can only be answered from you."