As soon as Mr. Li rented a small boat, the black clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a starry sky, reflecting on the surface of the lake, making people feel like they were in the night sky.

Li Congwen took everyone away, not even the rowing guys, and let the boat float on the lake.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that Ju Yeqi and Xiao Di in the box were whispering, and advised: "Don't blow the wind outside for too long." ”

Then he entered the cabin, and he was going to drink with Li Congwen.

Li Congwen saw Yang Xiaoyang looking at the delicate small wine cup in his hand inexplicably, and then he raised his head and drank it all, took a sip of it himself, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to drink one day." ”

Yang Xiaoyang heard that Li Congwen was not laughing at himself, so he felt that he had seen something.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Li Congwen then asked.

Yang Xiaoyang's hand holding the wine cup trembled, and after struggling for a while, he decided to hide some truth, and slowly poured himself a glass before he spoke: "Don't violate the Taoist's last wish before he died, and I am ready to complete it for him." ”

"What last wish?"

"He has a relic that he wants to give to a junior in Ezhou City, but this city is too big, and I am afraid that I will not find it. Yang Xiaoyang felt very guilty after speaking, in fact, he had long understood that the taste of deception was not pleasant, whether it was deceiving people or being deceived.

Yang Xiaoyang closed his eyes and raised his head, drank the wine in the cup, and felt a blazing surge into his body, as if he was about to burn his body.

Li Congwen glanced at him deeply, and put on a provocative expression, "What's so difficult about this? Tomorrow we will go to Xie Yan, he is the son of the Duke of Chu, and it is not easy to find someone in Ezhou City?"

After Li Congwen finished speaking, he picked up the big wine cup on the table, got up and walked outside the cabin. Yang Xiaoyang sighed and followed.

The stars are shining brightly, and the stars all over the lake are reflected by the fire on the lake in the distance.

Li Congwen laughed three times, waved his hand, and sprinkled all the wine in the wine cup into the lake, then lay down, closed his eyes and said loudly: "When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy!"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, felt that this sentence was really wonderful, and asked in surprise: "You can also compose poems, don't you like to read?"

Ju Yeqi turned his head and glanced at the two of them, "Which one did him do this?" ”

Li Congwen didn't care, "This sentence is so appropriate, what's the harm in borrowing it?"

After saying that, he turned over, and the snoring sounded.

Yang Xiaoyang laughed twice to hide his loneliness, and whispered to Ju Yeqi: "You can also go in and rest, I'm watching him here, our eldest son Li of the province turned over and fell off the boat and drowned himself." ”

Yang Xiaoyang saw that Ju Yeqi looked at the lake nostalgically, so he carried the box into the cabin, and the paleness on his face and the joy in his eyes made Yang Xiaoyang's heart like a knife.

sighed, sat down where Ju Yeqi was sitting just now, touched the small bowl in his arms, and took out the volume of "Handling" to read.

This book is not thick, Yang Xiaoyang has taken the time to read it roughly a few days ago, and found that this handling technique is not difficult to practice, it is a very basic Taoist technique. It's just that it's the first time he's in contact with Dao arts, and there is no one to guide him, so he hasn't practiced it for a while.

Blowing the cool wind on the lake, Yang Xiaoyang glanced at the wine cup beside him. Silently closed the book, closed his eyes and concentrated, spread his right hand, and his divine sense probed into the small wine cup, which ran with the aura, and felt that there was one more thing in his hand.

Yang Xiaoyang opened his eyes happily, looked at the wine cup in his hand, and felt that he would not be so unconfident in front of Ju Yeyan.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the big wine cup next to Li Congwen again, and when he ran the handling technique, it appeared in his hand.

Yang Xiaoyang slapped his thigh excitedly, resisted the urge to cheer, picked up the wine cup and poured it into his mouth.

However, there was no wine in the cup......

I remembered that he had fed the wine to the lake before......

Yang Xiaoyang looked down at Li Congwen with a weak heart, and found that he was still sleeping soundly, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Silently put down the wine cup, turned his head to look at the lake, and suddenly had an idea.

Can you carry some of the water from the lake to your own hands? Can you let the water condense in the palm of your hand?

As soon as Yang Xiaoyang thought of this, he probed his divine sense into the lake, wrapped the fist-sized water, and ran the carrying technique.

Feeling the coldness in his hands, Yang Xiaoyang was overjoyed, but as soon as he wanted to maintain the spherical water, the water dispersed and fell on himself.

Yang Xiaoyang sighed, and didn't care too much about failure.

Another gust of wind blew, Yang Xiaoyang suddenly felt a little cold in his thighs, looked down, and found that the water he had brought before had spilled his pants......

Yang Xiaoyang quietly stared at the wet place for a while, then looked up at the sky, and found that it was already midnight unconsciously, but the fire in the city was still bright, as if the people in the city did not need to sleep.

Yang Xiaoyang felt that a few hours was enough to dry his pants, so he didn't care, and began to run the Qi Eating Method to replenish the aura consumed by the handling technique just now.

......

The morning sun first appeared, and Yang Xiaoyang sucked the spring sunrise, still like a cloud dissipating and dissipating, and he couldn't make an inch of cultivation for an inch.

Yang Xiaoyang sighed, suppressed the expectation in his heart again, and squinted at the rising sun.

"Yo, what was Daochang Yang doing last night? Why are your pants wet?"

Li Congwen's beating sounded, Yang Xiaoyang was stunned, looked down, his face was dark, he didn't expect that his pants hadn't dried for half the night.

There's something wrong with this lake!

Yang Xiaoyang stood up, blocked his pants with the hem of his robe, and coughed dryly, "You said last night that you wanted to tell me how Xie Yan lifted the curfew, and in the end you patronized and drank and didn't say anything." Today you have to talk to me about it, I'm very curious. ”

Li Congwen smiled, didn't speak, and pointed to the oars at his feet.

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, and he silently picked up the pulp and rowed to the shore.

......

On the way to Xie Mansion, Li Congwen explained to the two and a half people how Xie Yan persuaded Ezhou Assassin Shi to lift the curfew: "That Xie Yan, when I was a child and studied with him, the gentlemen in the school loved and hated him. Because when asked to endorse books and write essays, he didn't know anything, but once he talked about arithmetic, he was very powerful.

Sometimes, he can figure out the arithmetic problems that Mr. can't think of, although he has never taken the initiative to solve it, and he has been staying alone in the corner and not talking to anyone.

Sometimes the gentleman asked him to answer a question, but he did not dare to speak, and his face was as frightened as a lamb to the slaughter.

I guess he may have some kind of heart disease and is afraid to get along with people, so he often thinks quietly alone.

You say that a person thinks alone, and he can't recite poetry alone, right, he will definitely want to write about other issues, I guess that's it, so he is very organized, so he is very good at arithmetic.

Later, he only stayed in the school for a year before returning to Ezhou, and he has never been anywhere else.

It is said that when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he wrote an excerpt to his father, calling Shang Jia Shuyao. His father read it and gave it directly to the Ezhou Thorn History, and the Ezhou Thorn History reported it to the imperial court and sent it to Uncle Yang.

And guess what? General Yang asked Ezhou to lift the curfew on the spot and encourage the merchants.

Later, the taxes in this Ezhou city became higher and higher, of which seventy percent came from commercial taxes, and Uncle Yang began to encourage merchants in all states in the world when he saw this, and now my Mingwu's taxes have been more than double as before. The world only knows that General Yang's encouragement of commerce and trade made Mingwu rich, who would have thought that this was actually from the hands of a young man who dared not see anyone. ”

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes when he saw that Li Congwen was proud, as if he was talking about himself, "So what did Shang Jia Shu say?"

Ju Yeqi, who poked his head out of the carriage, also nodded, his big eyes full of light.

Li Congwen opened the folding fan with a snap and said casually: "I've read the specifics, but I don't understand them, I only know that it is roughly said that as long as the people spend more money to buy things, they can become rich." ”

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoyang and Ju Yeqi cried out in confusion at the same time.

Yang Xiaoyang looked Li Congwen up and down, and asked suspiciously, "What is the truth of this?

"I don't understand, you can ask him yourself. ”

The luxurious carriage came to the door of a large mansion, which was much larger and more magnificent than Duan Qing's house in Chang'an.

At this time, the door was open, and there were two armor soldiers standing at the door, with narrow-backed knives pinned to their waists, like door gods.

The three of them got out of the car, and Li Congwen smiled and arched his hand at the two armor soldiers, "As soon as the two of them reported, they said that the old man Li Congwen was visiting." ”

One of the armor soldiers frowned and thought for a while, faintly feeling that this name was a little familiar, and then seeing that Li Congwen was extraordinary, he didn't say much, arched his hand and went in to report.

Yang Xiaoyang had never seen anyone who guarded the door with a family soldier, so he felt that this Duke of Chu must be extraordinary.

He secretly poked Li Congwen and asked, "After so many years, can people still remember you? Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if you didn't let us in?"

Li Congwen pouted, "He has only known so many people in his life, how can he not remember?"

After a while, an old man walked out of the Guogong Mansion and saluted Li Congwen in surprise, "It turns out that the third prince is here, and His Royal Highness the Prince asked you to go to the inner courtyard to talk about it." ”

After the old man had finished speaking, he asked his subordinates to lead their carriage and waved his hand to lead the way.

The two and two armor soldiers at the door suddenly realized, obviously having heard of the name of the third prince.

"Third prince, who are these?" the old man looked at the two behind Li Congwen and asked cautiously.

"Oh, they're my buddies. Li Congwen said casually while looking at the scenery in the house.

The old man nodded and said no more, but Yang Xiaoyang felt as if he was looking at himself vaguely.

Do you think I'm not worthy of being a friend of the third son or what?

Yang Xiaoyang followed behind the old man who looked like a housekeeper with grief and confusion, and for some reason Xie Yan asked them to go to the backyard.

How can you serve guests in the backyard?