Liu Mingzhi glanced at the closed vermilion door dully, and nodded with a complicated expression.

He bent down and picked up Wenren Yunshu by the waist, walked towards the horse-tying stone, and climbed onto the horse with the beautiful lady in his arms. Liu Mingzhi hugged the beautiful lady's slender waist with one hand, and held the horse's rein with the other, looking at the mansion in front of him absentmindedly.

What kind of past happened to make Shu Er so sad.

Let's slowly reconcile it after we understand it clearly.

"drive!"

Qinglian didn't dare to speak from the beginning to the end, for fear of saying something wrong and mentioning Sister Yunshu's sadness.

When they saw their husband, they were already on their way, glanced at the mansion with strange eyes, and then followed him.

The second day of February in the second year of Dalong Yongping.

Liu Mingzhi's pro-provincial team returned to the Liu Mansion in the capital.

On February 2, the dragon raises its head.

As the thunder exploded, heavy rain fell instantly.

Young Master Liu and the others were soaked in water on the official road seven or eight miles away from the capital.

Fortunately, the capital was right in front of us, so we rushed home in time to take a shower and change clothes, so we were not in danger of catching the cold.

In the more than ten days after returning home, the day to go to the north to guard the border was getting closer.

Song Yu invited Young Master Liu to the mansion for a banquet, preparing to practice it in advance.

I don't know who accidentally saw this incident. In an instant, many officials in the capital followed suit and handed invitations to Young Master Liu with the mentality of giving it a try.

Many people just follow the crowd. It is a well-known fact that King Bingjian has never had close friendship with the officials in the capital since he became a vassal.

Except for invitations from close relatives and friends, he had never been to anyone's house for a banquet.

Many people handed over the invitation and then forgot about it, busy with their own affairs.

However, something happened that shocked everyone.

King Bingjian, who never attended banquets other than those of relatives and friends, uncharacteristically agreed to the invitation and asked people to reply and go to the banquet.

In the past ten days or so, Young Master Liu has responded to all the invitations sent by him, from first-rank officials to fifth-rank officials, and even some low-ranking eighth-rank officials.

But if you are invited, you will not refuse.

No matter what rank you are, whether you are a member of the Li clan or a relative of the emperor, as long as you send me an invitation, I will definitely come to visit you.

For a time, the capital became strange because of this incident.

February 13, the second year of Yongping.

From the residence of Zhou Zhuo, a member of the Ministry of War, Young Master Liu returned to the residence drunk again.

The news spread like wildfire that even a fifth-grade foreign minister could invite Wang Chenggong to stand beside him, which immediately ignited the hearts of many officials.

"Master, did you drink too much again?"

Liu Da shook his drunken head, walked to the well, took a few handfuls of cold water and slapped it on his face.

He breathed softly and looked at Liu Song, who was holding a towel at the side: "How many invitations are there?"

"Six, I don't know if anyone will hand over a smaller one later! You didn't drink too much today, did you?"

Liu Mingzhi wiped his face and threw the towel to Liu Song.

"It doesn't matter if I drink too much or not, as long as others think I drink too much."

"Then young master, you'd better drink less. It's easy for you to feel uncomfortable."

"You idiot, how can you say something without drinking too much!"

Liu Song was startled, then nodded as if he had some understanding.
Chapter completed!