“Yes, Your Majesty, please.”
After a few cups of tea, Liu Mingzhi finally arrived at the Siguo Hall of the Zongren Mansion under the guidance of Li Chengbai and others.
Liu Mingzhi walked quickly through the door of Siguo Hall, standing up before anyone heard a sound.
“Ming Gong? Where are you... Ming Gong.”
Liu Mingzhi stared blankly at Li Yugang, who was sitting on the chair and smiling lightly at him, and his eyes could not help but feel sore.
His hair and beard are all white, he is very old, and his old and dim eyes have a faint gray color. Compared with the Li Yugang of a few years ago, Li Yugang is completely different.
“Ming Gong! Long time no see.”
Li Yugang nodded lightly, and holding the faucet in his right hand, he stood up tremblingly and walked towards Liu Mingzhi.
 “Young boy Liu, you’re here! Long time no see.”
Liu Mingzhi hurriedly rushed forward and helped Li Yugang, who seemed to be knocked to the ground by a gust of wind.
“Ming Gong, please slow down, please slow down.”
Li Yugang stared at Liu Mingzhi with his dim eyes for a while, then nodded with difficulty and pointed to the left with his hand.
Liu Mingzhi looked in the direction of Li Yugang's finger and saw a low table placed in the side hall. On the low table, two plates of side dishes and a bottle of wine came into view.
“Ming Gong? What do you mean by this?”
“Liu Xiaozi, why don’t you have a couple of drinks with me, my friend who forgets the New Year?
Chapter completed!