In the East Palace, next to a pine, a man leaned on the pine, closed his eyes, drinking tea, he was wearing the most ordinary Confucian robe, wearing the most elegant scholar's scarf, he was very elegant, but he was not the kind of weak scholar, he was very tall, very strong, not angry and arrogant, naturally revealing a kind of superior atmosphere.

This description is somewhat familiar, naturally because the man is still leaning on the pine, the same movements, the same expression, but the warm sunshine that shines on him is replaced by a crescent moon at the moment.

Although the cold moon is not dazzling, but he is like this, he hopes that the light of the sun and the moon will shine on him, even if the cold moon is not dazzling, here, there is still no one who will look at him calmly, even if it is his most loyal dog, Li Ming, the cool official of the Tang Dynasty, even if he stands straight, he is looking at the ten thousand koi swimming in the pond like a pilgrimage.

He still showed up in the library of the Vice-Courtyard. ”

He didn't say anything when he was snuggled under Panasonic, but raised his glass to invite Mingyue, looking very leisurely.

"Prince, I heard that the Qiu Sheng of the Qiu family is going to challenge Mr. Six of the Academy tomorrow. ”

He was still so relaxed and comfortable, and seemed to be indifferent to everything Li Ming said.

"I heard that Mr. Four is holding a gambling game in Tongque Tower, betting on winning or losing tomorrow. ”

Speaking of this, he only slightly became interested, and said with a smile: "What do you think?"

Li Ming didn't think about this sentence at all, and replied very directly: "Qiusheng will lose." ”

"Li Ming. He turned his glass, thinking about something, and was slightly happy.

"Prince, please speak. ”

Li Ming has a good grasp of the art of speaking, since the prince doesn't say it, he has to ask himself. He has always put himself in the perspective of a slave or even a loyal dog, but a slave is also a bad slave, and a loyal dog is also a bad dog, so he can understand the thoughts of the current prince Li Shiwei.

"I was able to take a fancy to you because you had a little more of the big picture than the other minions. ”

"The prince praised it in seconds. Li Ming bowed and saluted, naturally thanking him, this was a compliment for him, otherwise he would have become the dry bone buried by Panasonic.

"You're crazy, so you only do crazy things, and it just so happens that these things are what I want to be crazy about. ”

The original meaning of this sentence is naturally to say that Li Ming is crazy, and he is an obedient mad dog, how have you ever seen an obedient mad dog? Therefore, this dog is hard to find in the world, so Li Shiwei naturally took a fancy to him, and also took the surname Li for him, and told the whole world that this is my Li Shiming's dog, an obedient mad dog.

"The minion understood. ”

Even if he is in a high position, the cool official of the Tang Dynasty, but he always understands a trace of the overall situation, that is, if he wants to live, he wants to be the cool official of the Tang Dynasty and live all the time, he is afraid of death, so he will always understand his status, that is, the mad dog, so he will always call himself a slave.

"That pot of wine is intoxicating, you drink it. ”

He left, stepped into the darkness, and naturally left, so all he could leave was that sentence, and the pot of wine on the stone table of Panasonic.

The autumn night is naturally cool, and the autumn wind is naturally very bleak, but there is no tragedy of a strong man breaking his wrist, on the contrary, Li Ming is very calm, only a glimmer of light flashed in his ink-black eyes, which is crazy.

Yes, he's crazy right now, so what's supposed to be done?

He picked up the jug of wine, did not raise his glass to invite Mingyue like the one who left, and was at ease, he drank very rudely, and opened the lid on the jug.

The mellow liquor is so crystal clear with the bright moonlight, and the taste that makes you feel hot in your stomach when you smell it is really addictive.

This is a good wine, a good wine recognized by the Tang Dynasty, a tribute wine of the imperial palace, and a strong sun.

The mellow aroma of the liquor even captivated the tens of thousands of koi in the pond, and they jumped out, as if they were about to cross the dragon gate, turning into a soaring dragon and grabbing wine with the mad dog that was violent and tempting.

The sun ran down the corner of his mouth to the collar, and the collar was soaked, and it flowed down and down to his chest, and the smell of wine was really strong, like a drunkard drunkard.

At this time, he did become a drunkard, so he walked towards the outside of the courtyard, a little faltering, but if you really look into his eyes, you can find that he has no drunkenness at all, and there is only the kind of madness that is crazy to the extreme.

What should I do when I am drunk? Especially he, a cool official recognized by the Tang Dynasty, naturally wants to make trouble, and he wants to make crazy trouble, and the bigger the trouble, the better, so as not to pity the pot of the hot sun.

The garden is full of the smell of wine, because the smell of spirits is too strong, the strong autumn wind can't blow away, and the thick garden is full of drunkenness, which seems a little unrealistic, but this courtyard is the most realistic place. Because it was the small courtyard of Li Shiming, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, how could there be unreality in this courtyard? If it was unrealistic, how could Li Ming leave with the smell of wine?

Tonight's Datang is destined to be unpeaceful again, after all, the prince's courtyard smells so strong, obviously he has drunk too much, since he has drunk too much, there will naturally be some crazy things, not to mention that the mad dog bites people really hurts

Well, the warm sunshine, like a naughty child, finally peeking out of the quilt cover covering himself, but it seems that this has been going on for too many years, so everyone really doesn't care much about the red sun, only that it is dawn.

The day is indeed bright, people are also waking up, naturally this deserted market is also lively, those empty stomachs are naturally unwilling to sound, so chatting about the small breakfast shop is the beginning of the day, so many people, so lively, a square table can be full of people, after all, this is this piece of land and the most delicious wonton blunt, every morning can not be missed.

However, there was also a lot of ridiculous news about last night from this little breakfast shop.

"Do you know? ”

It was a little old man who spoke, and his body was not very neat, and it was slightly cold in the early morning, he rubbed his hands a little sluggishly, and his wide sleeves were washed and white, but his left hand was still not far from the recent popular things in Kyoto, the two shiny walnuts, obviously, people are old and not old, and this thing that follows the trend cannot be left behind.

So when he talked about last night's incident, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to be paying special attention to these gossip news at his age.

"This time, Li Ming is afraid that he will hit the iron plate, you must know that Mr. Four is the most flamboyant master in Kyoto, and the prince does not want to be easily offended. ”

"Mr. Zhou, tell me quickly, what happened last night?"

The abrupt voice interrupted Mr. Zhou, and the old man Zhou's words, he was a little disliked, slightly fanned his mouth and nose, and scolded dissatisfiedly: "You stinky flower, if you want to listen, just stand aside and listen, and make me unhappy Zhou Lao, I don't eat this wonton, I just left, I don't bother to tell you those interesting things." ”

"That's it, you little flower, stay aside, it's good to listen, and talk a lot, I want to go to the drunken country building with a lot of mouths, there are people there who are playing, don't talk too much, even if you want to interject, hahaha. ”

Little Flower is a little Flower Ah, a little beggar, is also a young man of fifteen or sixteen, he is helping in this small bazaar, begging for some food, his mind is also delicate, flexible, he will squat on time every morning here at the wonton shop, not for anything else, after all, he can only hear the wonderful things in Kyoto in this small wonton shop, which is also his only fun.