Li Daoyi looked at Xu Changan's face was crimson, with a touch of sadness on his face, like Sister Daiyu in "The Story of Stones" that he loved to watch, but that Sister Daiyu was a thin willow waist, Xu Changan could barely be regarded as an eyebrow, but this thin willow waist was not at all.

Li Daoyi should have felt a chill in his heart, but his eyes met Xu Changan's eyes.

Xu Changan's eyes were bright, like a quiet lake, glowing faintly in the moonlight, but the sorrow in his eyes was like a stream in the mountains, endless.

Li Daoyi wanted to taunt a few words, but stopped.

He has watched "The Story of Stones" several times, but he naturally doesn't look at the so-called so-called human feelings and changes of the times, he just looks at the sons and rich ladies doing the things of Wushan Yunyu.

After all, his master was Zheng Dayan, who was able to ask Xu Changan for six boxes of spring palace pictures.

In this regard, Li Daoyi's disciple is a little unqualified, if it is divided according to the rating of A, B, C, D, Li Daoyi can be rated at most one C in this regard.

But in the face of Xu Chang'an, who looked very much like Daiyu's sister at this time, Li Daoyi couldn't say anything.

He didn't need Xu Changan to say anything to him, he knew that Xu Changan missed someone and wanted an old man.

Li Daoyi originally had a bit of a hangy appearance when he was arguing with the old bustard, but at this time, he reined in, he didn't answer Xu Changan's question immediately, just nodded and walked upstairs.

He naturally knew that Xu Changan would not be accompanied by anyone when he came to drink, so when he arrived upstairs, he pushed the door directly in, and there was only one wine jug in his eyes.

Li Daoyi wrinkled his nose, of course he knew a lot about wine, but he was not as obsessed with treasure.

He walked over to the table, picked up the flask and sniffed it, and frowned.

"Let me accompany you to the banquet in the evening, drink the elixir and jade liquid, and don't drink this bitter thing alone. Li Daoyi said lightly, he wanted to say this sentence very easily, but his mouth became very indifferent.

Xu Changan nodded, sighed and said, "It's called Ziyibei." ”

Li Daoyi glanced at the pot of wine in his hand, and the originally light and fluttering wine pot became more than a thousand catties.

Xu Changan nodded and said, "Let's go back first", then turned around, Li Dao was relieved, put down the pot of wine, and ran towards Xu Changan.

On the table, there is a pot of purple clothes empty.

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Outside Chang'an City, Sanlixi.

Three miles of Creek direction

It is a place that young people like, there are peach blossoms, streams, beautiful women, and legends.

Especially when the news of the peach cake came out, it also involved the old Lingjun Guo Jinghui, which added a poignancy to this place.

Spring flowers are blooming, and peach blossoms are falling.

Young men and women flutter butterflies and enjoy the wind in the peach blossom forest in this Sanli Creek, smiling and smiling. The girl carried the hem of her skirt and carefully crossed the river, and a few of them knew at a glance that they were born in a scholarly family, and the son was also standing on the riverbank, with a puffy face and a whispered mutter, which seemed to be a few words of poetry praising the beauty.

And at the end of the peach blossom forest, almost out of the boundary of Sanlixi, there is a small thatched house.

Originally, it was a tea shop that sold large bowls of tea.

But although there are many people in Sanlixi, no one will drink a big bowl of tea like the croppers in the field. So the business of this tea shop went down, and it didn't take long for it to be sold to a couple.

The husband heard that he was honest, and not many people had seen it. And although the wife is a half-old, wearing coarse cloth clothes and not powdering, she still has charm.

The husband and wife bought the original tea shop and sold things like sour horn soup and sour horn juice instead, and the business was like a boat in a small river in summer, and the tide rose.

When spring comes, a woman's face is always red and fluttering, and there are always beads of sweat on her forehead, and she smiles and sends away every rich lady who comes to her to buy sour horn juice.

These rich ladies like sour horn soup the most, and it's spring, and when they are tired of spring, they take a sip and feel refreshed.

Of course, not only the young ladies of the rich families will come to this small hut to buy and drink, but some sons and daughters will also come.

Naturally, they didn't come to drink sour horn soup, but watched this woman beat her chest from afar, wishing that she was born a few years earlier. If he had been born a few years earlier, he would not have let such a beauty suffer here.

It's just that they didn't see that the woman selling sour horn soup in front of the stall had the most smile on her face not when she was collecting money, but when she took a handkerchief handed over from the back of the house.

Two people came to this small shop today.

It's normal for two people to come, but these two people are an old man, a man with no beard.

The old man walked with white hair and beard, swaggering, not caring at all about the strange eyes of the people around him, and came to this thatched house.

When the woman saw the arrival, her face changed slightly, alarming the man who had been hiding in the house.

The man walked out, causing a commotion.

His face was curled with flesh and skin, more like a toad than a toad.

Many people sighed, and men turned a blind eye, he had seen this situation many times. He just looked at his wife nervously, and the eyes that were placed on the ugly face were full of concern.

A young boy of about five or six years old also came out and pulled the woman's trouser leg.

The woman smiled reluctantly, took the stall back into the room, and comforted her husband and children.

She took a deep breath, her eyes full of worry and anxiety about the future, smiled and touched her child's head, hugged her husband, and walked out the door.

The woman glanced back at the tightly closed door, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her heart full of courage.

The old man and the man without a beard stood by the Sanli Creek, quietly waiting for the woman.

The woman walked to the stream and respectfully shouted "Great Offering" to the old man, but as for the man beside her who didn't have a beard, she didn't pay much attention to it.

The old man, who was called the Great Offering, looked at the woman and said lightly: "Dancer, this is Gonggong Li in the palace, and now he is deeply trusted by the Holy Emperor. This time, it's not me looking for you, it's them looking for you. ”

After speaking, the old man stood aside and gave up the place to the dancer and Gonggong Li.

The old man glanced at the two people not far away, the dancer seemed to be a little angry, the old man glanced at the house, and saw that the man was holding a knife in his hand, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked like he wanted to do it.

After a while, the dancer came over and looked at the old man angrily, her voice very low.

"Although I am a kraken, I don't want to kill Xu Changan, why are you looking for me?"

The old man sighed.

"Because you're a Kraken. ”

The dancer was stunned, her eyes narrowed.

"The young master is coming to Chang'an, so you want to make the negotiation easier?"

The old man didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence.

"Then why me?"

"Because you are a grandson dancer, you will move the world with a dance. After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Gongsun Wuniang's house, and looked at the two people who poked their heads out, one big and one small.

Gongsun Dancer stood in place, and after a long time, she said, "You promised me not to hurt my family." ”

The old man clasped his hands in his sleeves and glanced at Li Zhongxian, who was smiling darkly, and his voice was a little dull.

"I can only control myself, not others. ”

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If you want to know what happens next, and see the next chapter breakdown.

Coming back, sorry.