This slightly plump woman had fair skin and a graceful figure. Her every move was filled with the charm of a demon. She was the famous Yang Yuhuan in history. She had been doted on by Li Longji, who was a few decades older than her, for more than ten years. She could be said to have enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world. ? > ﹏ >
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She was originally Li Longji's eighteenth son, King Shou Li Longji's concubine. However, a few years ago, Li Longji took a liking to her and found an excuse to let her enter the Taoist temple as a female Taoist priest. He wanted to use enough time to let the world forget that Yang Yuhuan was Li Longji's concubine.
Li Longji put in so much effort just to obtain this daughter-in-law that he had been longing for for for many years. Even though this was against etiquette, he was the Emperor of the Tang dynasty. In order to make himself happy, he couldn't care less about etiquette.
In the past few years, Li Longji often went in and out of the Taoist temple. On the surface, it was to pray for blessings, but in reality, it was to meet Yang Yuhuan in private to find the feeling he wanted. This time, he was even bolder and secretly brought the female Taoist priest Yang Yuhuan to the Hot Spring Palace and bathed with her by the Huaqing Pool.
On one side of the Huaqing Pool, the Emperor of the Tang dynasty, Li Longji, sat on a stone step and looked at Yang Yuhuan with admiration as she slowly entered the pool. The mist around the pool added a unique hazy feeling, giving Li Longji an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He felt that he had suddenly become thirty years younger, as if he had returned to the heroic spirit when he had just ascended the throne. This wonderful feeling could only be obtained from Yang Yuhuan. This was also the main reason why he didn't care about etiquette and forcefully took her as his daughter-in-law.
However, in the cold winter, soaking in the warm spring water and watching a delicate beauty walk over step by step was a very satisfying thing for anyone.
"This humble Taoist Taizhen greets Your Majesty."
Yang Yuhuan's eyes were filled with tenderness. She bent down slightly and bowed to Li Longji.
Li Longji was grinning from ear to ear. He quickly pulled Yang Yuhuan to his side and caressed her young skin. He said softly, "Yuhuan, don't call me Your Majesty anymore. It's too distant."
Yang Yuhuan smiled faintly. "If I don't call you Your Majesty, what should I call you?"
"I am ranked third among my brothers, so I'll just call you Saburo. ﹏ 8
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"Yes, Your Majesty. Oh, yes, Saburo." Yang Yuhuan covered her face and laughed. There were probably only a few people in the entire Tang dynasty who could call the Emperor Saburo.
Li Longji nodded his head in satisfaction. "Yuhuan, you are from the South. Most of the people in the South are barbarians. If there are no outsiders present, I will call you Ah Man."
Then, he laughed mockingly.
Yang Yuhuan was stunned. Then, she smiled and rolled her eyes at Li Longji. "Saburo is the Emperor of the Tang dynasty. Yuhuan is just a barbarian from the South. A barbarian woman. Ah Man is a barbarian woman."
Hearing Yang Yuhuan's sour self-mockery, Li Longji was very pleased. He pulled her into his arms and comforted her gently. "Ah Man, let me pamper you."
"Saburo."
"Ah Man."
The two played in the Huaqing Pool and indulged themselves to their hearts' content. They felt that the entire world belonged to them.
A few hours later, Li Longji stood in the Wangjing Pavilion of the Hot Spring Palace. He looked in the direction of the capital with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He was almost 60 years old and his energy was not as good as before. It was impossible for him to maintain sufficient energy at all times. Especially after indulging himself, he would always feel tired.
King Yue, Li Longji, had just passed away. King Ning, Li Xian, was also terminally ill and did not have many days left to live. These two were Li Longji's elder brothers of the same generation. Their passing and illness made Li Longji feel that he was also old. He felt like the sun was setting in the west.
This time, he brought Yang Yuhuan to bathe in the Huaqing Pool to find the feeling of being young. He wanted to prove that he was not that old and that he was still very young. However, after a period of pleasure, he could clearly feel that he was still old. People had to admit that they were old.
The more successful an emperor was, the more afraid they were of aging. This was because as a successful emperor, they could have everything they wanted. However, time would take everything away. An emperor's lifespan was also limited. In front of aging, any emperor with great power would be powerless.
Qin Shihuang had searched everywhere for the elixir of immortality but to no avail. Many emperors in the later generations had also failed. Li Longji did not dare to hope that he could obtain the elixir of immortality. However, he longed for the feeling of being young. Being with Yang Yuhuan would allow him to realize this wish. Let's just say it.
"Saburo, are you going back to the palace?"
Yang Yuhuan's face was flushed like a delicate peony flower. She looked at Li Longji with eyes full of affection and apprehension. She was lonely and empty in the Daoist temple. It was not easy for her to see Li Longji. Naturally, she wanted to maintain this relationship for a while longer.
Li Longji turned to look at Yang Yuhuan. He revealed an appreciative smile. "Ah Man, it is my fortune to be able to meet you. I am satisfied."
Yang Yuhuan was moved. "Saburo, what's wrong? Are you thinking of something unhappy?"
Li Longji once again looked in the direction of the capital. He gently nodded. "Yue Wang just passed away not long ago. Ning Wang does not have many days left to live. They were both my elder brothers. I did not expect that they would leave me so soon. A few years ago, the Prince of Qi and the Prince of Xue told me that Yue Wang knew magic and could predict the weather. I was curious, so I summoned him. He told me that he did not know magic at all. During the Martial Empress period, because of the incident with Crown Prince Zhang Huai, he was imprisoned in the palace for more than ten years. Every year, he was beaten. The scars on his back were very thick. When it was about to rain, he would feel depressed. When the sky was about to clear, he would feel refreshed. This was how he could predict the weather. Now, he can no longer predict the weather. Ning Wang is my Big Brother. My throne should have originally belonged to my Big Brother, but he resolutely gave it to me."
"Saburo, Ning Wang will get better."
Seeing that Li Longji was sad, Yang Yuhuan softly comforted him.
Li Longji caressed Yang Yuhuan's tender face. He softly promised, "Ah Man, Ning Wang does not have many days left. I must return to the palace to see him one last time. Don't worry, I will bring you into the palace as soon as possible. Wait for me."
"Saburo."
Yang Yuhuan threw herself into Li Longji's arms.
Li Longji felt his young body. After a long time, he gently pushed Yang Yuhuan away. "Ah Man, I really have to go." Then, accompanied by Gao Lishi, he left Wangjing Pavilion.
"Saburo, take care."
Yang Yuhuan's face was filled with deep affection. There seemed to be liquid flowing in her eyes.
Li Longji turned his head to take a look before leaving with large strides.
"What is Ning Wang's situation?"
Gao Lishi bowed and said, "Everyone, Zhang Fengyu of the Shangyao Bureau said that he can hold on for half a month at most."
Li Longji nodded. "Arrange for a carriage to return to the capital. Go directly to Ning Wang's Mansion."
"Yes, everyone."
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Chongren Square's Lingzhou Memorial Court. The steward and his subordinates were all very busy. Since Ang Lee and the others moved in yesterday afternoon, they had not been idle for even a moment.
More than a hundred people meant more than a hundred mouths to feed. The quilts and beds also cost more than a hundred. They had to be responsible for washing up, drinking, and defecating. They could not bear the sudden increase in workload. The key was that the cost had increased greatly, but their funds were limited.
What made the steward feel the most painful was that these people were too rude. They made a fuss when there was not enough food. They even wanted to hit people. They had the habit of bandits.
The Memorial Court was the local office in the capital. It was set up by the local provincial governor and other high-ranking officials. All of its funds came from the local government. It was mainly responsible for receiving local officials who came to the capital and providing them with basic services such as food and accommodation.
In order to strictly control the cost of the Memorial Court, each province had detailed rules for the Memorial Court. Ang Lee and the others had entered the Memorial Court, which was completely against the rules. The expenses incurred were difficult to be reimbursed according to the procedures. The money that the steward usually embezzled was not enough to supplement Ang Lee and the others.
The steward was very aggrieved. However, Ang Lee was Wang Zhongsi's man. He did not dare to offend him. He was also afraid that Ang Lee's subordinates would be rough. He could only choose to endure silently and hope that these people would leave the Memorial Court as soon as possible.
Ang Lee did not care what the steward thought. He had already moved in, so the steward of the Memorial Court had to serve him three meals a day.
"Big Brother, these people are really unhappy. The food that they cooked yesterday and this morning was not enough for us brothers. This time, if they still don't let us eat our fill, I will definitely beat them up."
Ang Lee smiled indifferently: "Please don't. If we beat them up, who will cook for us in the future?"
"Haha, that's true. However, we have to be full for every meal."
Ang Lee knew that the steward was very unhappy that his brothers had forced themselves to stay here. This was against the rules. At the same time, it was also a huge drain on the Memorial Court's financial resources. If they were forced into a corner, who knew what would happen? Therefore, they had to invest a little.
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Ang Lee walked to the steward's side and looked into the distance as if nothing had happened.
When the steward saw Ang Lee taking the initiative to come over, he hurriedly said with an aggrieved face: "Li Shaolang, there are so many of you living here. It is completely against the rules. Every meal you eat is using my personal salary. If you live here for a long time, I really can't afford to feed you."
Ang Lee smiled lightly. The steward's meaning was very clear. He wanted the more than 100 people under Ang Lee to get out of here as soon as possible. After all, this was a high-end Memorial Court. How could these white men live here?
"This is a piece of gold. Take it first. In the future, I will pay for your meals and drinks."
Ang Lee did not want to talk nonsense. He directly handed the steward a piece of gold. This was the medical expenses that Liu Luogu paid him when he was at the Tongguan Post Station.
The steward's eyes lit up. He hurriedly accepted it and secretly sighed at Ang Lee's shrewdness. After all, the more than 100 people under Ang Lee's command lived here. The accommodation expenses could be saved a lot.
"Li Shaolang, don't worry. I will record the expenses of the meals every day and personally hand it to you for review."
The steward smiled slyly. He was proficient in bookkeeping. If he dug a little bit, Ang Lee would never be able to see it from the account book. In this way, he could increase a little extra income to make up for the dissatisfaction in his heart.
Ang Lee was not afraid that the steward would be greedy for his money. After all, the saved accommodation expenses were a lot of expenses. If they could live here, they would not suffer a loss. Both sides would benefit, so why not?
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