In the study, only Duke Wei was left. He still looked at the military defense map for a long time and reached out to gesture from the air.

Finally, half an hour later, he walked out of the study. It was less than an hour before dusk. He did not neglect, nor did he say hello to Han Changli again, and walked directly to the direction of the gate of the mansion.

Seeing this great man leaving the mansion, the two servants did not dare to stop him.

With both hands in his arms, the confident Duke of Wei stood in front of the mansion, looked up at the sky for a few glances, and couldn't help but smile. In the court, his era has really come, and there is no more prime minister Li Linfu who always stands above him. At most, tomorrow, except for His Majesty, he is really above ten thousand people.

He saw the carriage hidden in the dark, walked over to himself, and his confidant helped him step onto the carriage. This time, he did not take a detour and ran directly towards the imperial city.

Duke Wei clasped his fists and placed them on his knees. His eyes were full of energy. He had not been so energetic for a long time. He took a deep breath and couldn't help saying, "Sir, please hurry up."

His coachman was an old man, and he was very old. From the first day he entered the court, the coachman was his coachman. He has always called him this. He has never changed for so many years.

"Oh." The coachman responded, and the carriage accelerated a little.

In the blink of an eye, it was already a starry night. Li Sanpang rode his horse alone and walked out of the Hanguang Gate under the imperial city. He did not dare to drive quickly until he completely walked out of the imperial city. He was about to rush to Han Changli's mansion and pass on the bad news he had just heard from the Tai Chi Hall to Han Changli's ears.

Not long after, Li Sanpang knocked on the door of the mansion, and he swayed his fat body and walked into the lobby of the mansion. I think at this time, Han Changli should still be waiting for his news, and Meng Dongye should also be there.

Almost gasping, he walked into the lobby and hurriedly found the teapot. It was not new or warm tea. He was not particular about it and poured it on his head. He slowly put it down until there might be no tea in the teapot.

"Han Changli, I think you must have read the wrong person this time." Li Sanpang said, then he found a chair to sit down.

Since Li Sanpang entered the house, the eyes of the two young people in the house had never been moved away. Now when he heard Li Sanpang's words, he knew that things might indeed be following the second result that Han Changli had guessed before.

"Who?" Meng Dongye secretly looked at Han Changli's face. He held the sword in his hand and played with it. Naturally, he knew who it was. He had to ask more questions, and he had to ask more questions.

"Who else can it be? Han Changli, why didn't you be careful? You dare to believe that old beast." Li Sanpang, who seemed to have a very poor impression of Duke Wei, yelled while rubbing his two fat palms.

"I'm asking, who did he recommend in the end?" Meng Dongye rolled his eyes. He is still an ordinary ranger in the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, but he has two good friends, Li Sanpang and Han Changli.

It seemed that this problem finally attracted Han Changli's attention. He raised his eyes and his face was still a little lonely.

Li Sanfat stuttered his mouth and slapped the wooden table beside him with some confusion. The whole table trembled three times: "General Sixteen Guards, Zeng Guangyuan."

"Oh." Han Changli sighed, continued to lower his head, and began to ponder.

Seeing this scene, Li Sanpang and Meng Dongye winked, and they stood up and walked towards Han Changli.

He slapped Han Changli on the shoulder, and Meng Dongye first smirked: "It's okay, at worst, let him Hu Mangou come to the imperial capital to see you. I promise that he can beat him so he can't find Bei."

"Just your ability." Li Sanfat gave Meng Dongye a blank look. When he saw Han Changli's worry, he felt a little worried: "Is it, without him, everyone else really can't hold on?"

"Yes." Han Changli nodded firmly.

"Hi, what a big deal." Meng Dongye had already pulled Han Changli up and whispered in Han Changli's ear: "You can't blame you for this matter. Even if the Imperial Capital City is really unable to stop the rebels, it will have nothing to do with you, Han Changli."

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Sanpang said at the right time, looking out of the lobby.

It was dark and it was time to go out: "No matter what, life was not going to be there. Let's go to the Wenwen Party and see your little lady Yan."

"No." Han Changli lowered his head and waved his hand slightly.

"Han Changli, what do you say?" Meng Dongye forced to look at Han Changli, and asked strangely: "Is it because His Majesty the Emperor was right at that time that you would be embarrassed and choose to refuse, which led to such an end now."

"No, from the beginning, I was the only one who was thinking about her, no one else." Han Changli looked up and answered very seriously.

"Poor little lady Yan." Li Sanpang shook his head, then pinched Han Changli under his arms with some malicious intentions: "Hey, you have to go if you don't go. I know you may have a lot of bitterness in your heart. I want to explain to Miss Yan."

In this way, Han Changli was carried out by Li Sanpang and Meng Dongye, and walked out of the mansion, arrived at Pingkangfang, and the cultural reception.

This kind of flower alley in the imperial capital can represent the place where identity and power are the only place for literary drinks.

I still walked through the noisy crowd and arrived in that secluded compartment. Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. Today, the little ladies in the building celebrated the festival in advance, and were dressed in a particularly charming and beautiful manner.

Meng Dongye held the sword in his arms and still looked into the distance without blinking. As long as he entered the Wenwen party, Meng Dongye became mute. As friends, Li Sanpang and Han Changli had long been accustomed to it.

Poor this kid, who has a thief heart but no courage, only dares to look at him like this. One time, Li Sanpang took Meng Dongye to the second floor private room of the cultural recreation party, and the naked little lady was placed in front of Meng Dongye.

The guy was frightened at that time, covered his eyes and sat in the private room, like a bullied little wife: "Mom, the child is unfilial, and today he violated the ancestral teachings..."

After that, Li Sanpang never had any idea of ​​Meng Dongye again. For his innocence, he even sent the naked little lady to his small house to his little house and became a maid.

At first, Meng Dongye cried to Li Sanpang every day, and later, after being forced by the little lady, Meng Dongye never dared to quarrel in front of Li Sanpang again.

In his eyes, the young lady's courage to act so boldly must be instructed by Li Sanpang.

With Li Sanpang leaving, Meng Dongye was dazed and a little bored Han Changli looked upstairs. It was the largest room in the entire cultural and beverage party. His confidante, Miss Yan Lingbinyan, was in that room.

Since that incident, he hasn't been to her for a long time. Even if he still visits a cultural party every now and then, he still doesn't have the courage to take a look upstairs. Today, he decided to look up and take a look.

As expected, she was also looking at him. Han Changli smiled bitterly. She could still touch his heartstrings and let him not think about those complicated things. If he hadn't met Miss Li, he thought that this generation would be lucky enough to win her favor.

Unfortunately, she appeared in his life a little late.

So much so that even when His Majesty Zi personally gave the marriage today, he finally chose to refuse out of conscience. Since then, he did not dare to look upstairs again, and he was even more afraid of seeing her. It was guilt, a fault, and he always felt sorry for her.

Han Changli was a scholar, and he was not much better than those real poor scholars except in his horizons.

He seemed to see the tears in the corner of Miss Yan's eyes and the gentle smile on the corner of Miss Yan's mouth, so contradictory, but so appropriate.

There is no choice, and he can't escape today. Han Changli drank a bowl of wine to gain courage, then stood up and searched for the secret corner, lowered his head and was afraid that others would see his face. He slowly walked up to the second floor, thinking that he had not attracted anyone's attention.

He walked to the door of the room, without raising his finger and knocking him out of sight.

"Cruff" the door opened lightly, and the moving woman rubbed the tears from the corners of her eyes. She smiled and looked at him: "Young Master, has my family caused you trouble?"

After taking a deep breath, Han Changli forgot to enter the house and stood in front of the door. After careful consideration, he shook his head: "No."
Chapter completed!