When people interact with each other, they depend on fate. The so-called "as old as before" and the so-called "white hair is as new as new". When you see each other, you will become a friend when you first know each other. If you don't see each other, you will only know each other for the rest of your life.

However, if a person lives until everyone around him doesn’t like him, it’s not a matter of fate, but a problem with this person.

Obviously, His Highness King Qi is not very popular in Chang'an City, and he is almost at the level of hating people and dogs.

Because of Li You's incest, the banquet immediately became a little boring. However, Li You himself did not seem to notice it. Instead, he frequently toasted with all the playboys. Among them, he drank the most times with Li Su. I don't know if it was an illusion. The King of Qi showed extraordinary enthusiasm for Li Su, which was a bit too much. Sometimes he persuaded him to drink, sometimes he held his shoulders, sometimes he held his hand, rubbed and rubbed affectionately...

If hearing Li You's voice just now is like a wriggling maggot crawling into his body, then Li Su's mood is like thousands of maggots crawling in his body...

There are too many puzzles today. The playboys are too enthusiastic about him. Now the King of Qi is also too enthusiastic about him. It seems that Li Su suddenly becomes a hot commodity, and everyone is scrambling to bite him.

"I have heard of the deeds of the Marquis of Li County for a long time. To be honest, You really admire the Marquis of Li County. The Marquis of County fought in Xizhou and fought against the tiger and wolf army of the Western Regions with five thousand remaining soldiers, and protected the city without losing it. He was a tough hero."

Li Su smiled and said, "Most rumors are exaggerated and untrue. Li is just a person who is famous and has taught His Highness the King of Qi to praise him."

Li You shook his head and said with a smile: "I can tell you the difference between right and wrong. It is an exception for this dynasty to be able to make a county marquis in his early twenties. I also heard that the county marquis is well-off and good at managing finances. In the future, I have to ask the county marquis more questions. I hope that the county marquis will give you advice."

Li Suliandao didn't dare.

It was neither awkward nor awkward, neither salty nor light. The two of them just talked about the idle chapters one by one. When the banquet was about to end, Li Su was a little drunk.

Farewell to a group of playboys, King Li You of Qi was the last to walk in front of Li Su, with a deep smile.

"Marquis of Li County, we will have a day to meet again. I hope to have another drunken plan with Marquis of County."

Looking at King Qi's profound smile, Li Su was stunned. He quickly came back to his senses, smiled and politely, so everyone said goodbye.

Until he got into the carriage home, Li Su's back was still furrowed.

Is it the feeling of being missed by King Qi just now, that feeling of being missed by the thief?

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Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and the weather is a little cooler. The withered leaves are swept away by the autumn wind. Several jackdaws stand on the bare trees, making unpleasant screams from time to time, adding a bit of bleakness to the autumn scenery.

Li Su sat upright in the pavilion. She had a rare appearance that was similar to a gentleman.

Opposite the stone table in the pavilion, Dongyang Zhengsu was mixing various ingredients with a red peat stove on the ground beside the table. There was an iron cauldron with exquisite patterns on the stove. The tea soup in the cauldron was boiling, and the misty mist rose up, blurring each other's faces.

Dongyang poured the oil, fennel, shredded ginger, and a small pinch of tea that had been prepared at hand into the boiling soup in sequence. Li Su sat expressionlessly, and his eyelids twitched with every move of Dongyang.

The picture is beautiful. Dongyang has not applied any powder, and he cooks tea with bare hands. A strand of black hair scattered on his cheeks and his eyes are drooping. He stares at the tea soup with concentration, and only sees the long eyelashes trembling slightly in the white mist, which is quiet and beautiful. This scene can be as beautiful as poetry and painting.

Li Su admired her eyes very much, as if she was looking at a rare porcelain bottle, looking carefully from a distance, for fear of disturbing the beautiful scenery, and for fear of breaking the only fine porcelain in the world.

As soon as the tea soup boiled, various ingredients were put into the soup one by one. Dongyang then looked up at him, smiled shyly, and said softly: "I don't know much about the tea ceremony. When I was young, I only learned a little bit of fur from the tea masters in the palace. In the past, I only cooked Gaoyang twice. This is the first time I cooked tea for you. If the taste is not good, don't laugh at me, I will learn it slowly."

Li Su smiled and nodded: "It doesn't matter if the taste is not good, but this scene is still unforgettable, silent and elegant. The so-called "forget about purple tea under the bamboo, it is better than the feathered guest and drunk in the flowing clouds." What does it matter if the tea is right? After you cooked it with vegetarian hands, fragrant tea is better than fine wine."

Dongyang laughed and said, "You really know how to coax women. A few words can teach people how sweet they are..."

As he said that, Dongyang read the poem just now, nodded and smiled, "I don't know which poem was from a predecessor? I have never heard it..."

Li Su blinked and smiled, "I forgot who wrote the poem. Anyway, I am poor and I can't afford to buy wine, so I had to drink tea. As a result, after drinking a few cups, I had hallucinations. I treated the tea as wine, and got drunk. Tsk! I mostly ate Wushi San..."

Dongyang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "What a good and elegant thing. When you say it, it will be completely vulgar. You are a talented man in Chang'an. You can't pretend to be a gentleman, so you can't teach me that the tea soup will not be thrown into the dark."

Li Su laughed: "It's really not elegant. You know, the so-called talented man has just written a few more sour poems that can be exchanged for money. When I think of the fact that I still have many peerless poems in my stomach and I haven't found a buyer, I feel a little depressed..."

Dongyang rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Li Su blinked at her: "Or what if I'll sell the poem to you? I'll be familiar with you, 20% off."

Dongyang's pretty eyes immediately looked at the boiling tea soup beside him, and seemed to want to pick up the iron pot and splash it on his head. Li Su immediately shut up and returned to his gentlemanly appearance, very well-behaved.

But Li Su was honest for a moment and didn't stop anymore, so she changed the topic.

"I came out of Dali Temple the day before yesterday, and a group of scoundrels... No, a group of children from the Duke of the State came to greet me in front of the Dali Temple. It was really puzzled. I had had contact with them in the past, but this time I don't know why they were so enthusiastic about me. The enthusiasm scared me..." Li Su said as she began to be honest, and she touched her hand unknowingly, and said lightly: "Well, except for the Prince of the Crown Prince in Chang'an City, I haven't heard of any scoundrel who has the habit of splitting the peach sleeves? Is this a matter? I don't discriminate against this, but I don't know that they are one step ahead of me, and I... haven't reached that level yet."

Dongyang slapped his hand away, glared at him, and said, "What kind of peach-breaking sleeves is so ugly. The male style is not a shameful thing. It has been said to be elegant since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but..."

Dongyang's pretty face turned red, his eyes became more and more unkind, and he bit his lower lip and said, "But, you are not allowed to do this, do you understand?"

"What a joke, of course I won't do this. I'm straight, only going through the waterway, not the dry road."

Dongyang didn't understand any waterways and dry roads. Youran sighed and said, "Those children of the uncles and uncles' families treat you enthusiastically have nothing to do with the male style. Li Su, now I'm afraid you don't even know how famous you have in Chang'an City. Except for the eldest son, no other children in the uncles' family cannot inherit the title. Moreover, the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty, the uncles and uncles often have the custom of sending children other than the eldest son into the army. However, although these people have joined the army, few of them have followed the army to kill the enemy. Many of them have been fighting in the army for a few years. After practicing their skills, they can only be used as the Yulin Guard and enter the palace to serve the palace. Most of them cannot truly experience the killing formation in their lives and make achievements..."

Dongyang looked at him, and a chuckled on his lips, saying, "Now a marquis of Li County has appeared in Chang'an City. He is about the same age as them, but he can fight on the battlefield, fight with his fierce enemy, and earn this fame and official title with his own hands. He was even given three rewards by his father, showing the whole city. Such a glorious young man has done something they want to do but cannot do. How could they not fall in love with him?"

Li Su suddenly realized and said, "In this way, I have become their idol? Are these tragic fans all my brainless fans?"

As he said that, Li Su sighed sadly and said, "...Why am I not excited at all when I am admired by these guys, but instead I want to cry alone?"

Dongyang blinked in a daze, obviously not understanding new words such as "idol" and "brainless fan", but he understood the general meaning eight points and gave him a look in anger.
Chapter completed!