After Su Yi returned home from Xishi, she locked herself in the room, held the quilt and threw it hard a few times, muttering to herself as she fell: "Bastard, big bastard, Dingzi..."

The maid heard the noise outside and thought something had happened, so she dared to knock on the door: "Miss! Miss!"

As a result, Su Yi's voice came from the room: "If you don't have anything to do, go away."

The maid blinked helplessly. As a bystander, she saw clearly what happened during the day. Thinking of the indifference and light colors of the boy in white, she was full of sympathy for her lady.

Since childhood, Su Yi has always been the favorite of many officials because of her beautiful appearance.

However, Su Yi has always looked down on those guys who obey her and often do something unusual to attract her attention. She is too naive.

However, no matter how unliked, a guy as cold as Li Chengqian and turned a blind eye to her peerless appearance made her hate her tooth itchy.

Who is this? Do you have no intention of pitying the fragrance and jade?

The last time he happened was wrong, so what happened to him to apologize? If this girl was willing, I wonder how many people in Chang'an City lined up to apologize, but this bastard insisted on saying that this girl blocked his way.

Wooden man, fool, bastard...

Having got angry enough in the room, Su Yi opened the door and asked the maid standing outside to come in and reorganize the room. She sat on the side and sulked.

After the maid Lianxiang came in, she tidied up the quilt and asked, "Miss, are you still angry?"

Su Yi frowned and said, "Don't worry."

Lianxiang didn't care about such scolding. She and Su Yi grew up together. When she was five or six years old, she was responsible for serving the four-year-old Su Yi's diet and daily life. The relationship between the two is called master and servant, which is really the same as that of sisters.

Seeing that she was still angry, she said with a smile: "Miss, have you asked him to attend the Furong Garden Poetry Festival during the Winter Solstice? There will definitely be a lot of people waiting to teach him a lesson. Maybe the prince will vent his anger when he sees the lady's peerless face. At that time, he will definitely make the name Li Gaoming angry."

It's okay if the prince doesn't matter. As soon as he talks about it, Su Yi's face turned red instantly. He glared at Lianxiang fiercely: "This time Uncle Wei is going to make fun of him. He obviously has nothing to do with the prince, but he insists on it... Oh, I'm really fascinated by ghosts. Why was I so confused at that time? What if it spreads out?"

Lianxiang's eyes rolled, fearing that the world would not be confused, "What's wrong with this? Isn't Your Majesty going to choose a concubine for the prince? The lady is so beautiful, and it's just a chance to charm that prince. When you become the princess, don't forget your maid."

Su Yi was embarrassed: "What are you talking nonsense? If you believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart."

Then, the master and servant started to make a fuss in the room.

However, when it was late at night, Su Yi, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but think again, what if the prince really fell in love with him, and should he agree?

Or, what if His Majesty ordered a marriage?

My father didn't want to marry into the palace by himself. He said that the palace gate was as deep as the sea, and he never had a chance to come out again.

But Li Chengqian's talent is recognized. With the buff of the prince, a girl like Su Yi is naturally unable to be immune. Even if she knows that she cannot do anything, she will inevitably fantasize about it.

In this way, for a whole night, the prince's vague image appeared alternately with the bastard Li Gaoming. What Su Yi couldn't understand was that both of them had the surname Li, so the difference was so big.

Days passed day by day, and it was early November in a blink of an eye. All the young men in Chang'an City changed into brocade robes, nostalgic for the flowers and willows, and were drunk and dreaming of death all day long.

Outside the city, the fields marked for Liusuo had already been completed. The idle Liusuo big-headed soldiers were transferred to the riverside again, and under the command of Deng Mao and others, they began to assemble the trolleys.

The height of the barrel car with a diameter of three meters is almost comparable to that of the city walls of Chang'an City. It is definitely not possible to assemble directly. Not to mention whether it can be technically done. Some of the things that are so big cannot be used at all, and they cannot be assembled even if they want to assemble them.

In desperation, I had to install the bin truck on the flat ground first, but because of the weight of the huge bin truck, it was impossible to stand up with manpower alone.

What to do? Do you need to tear it down and make a small one again?

Deng Mao and others were at a loss. After thinking about it for several days, they still had no choice. After hearing about this, many playboys in Chang'an City could not suppress their curiosity and ran outside the city to watch.

For a time, the river bank outside the city became a place where crowds gathered, and the lively markets were no less than those in the east and west.

On this day, by the river.

"Haha, Brother Wang, are you here to see the trolley?"

A luxurious young man held a beautiful beauties wearing fox fur in his arms, laughing and greeting another person who was walking towards him.

The person who is called "Brother Wang" is also a young man. He looks about twenty years old, dressed in a brocade hat and sable fur, followed by two guards behind him. After both sides got together, "Brother Wang" bowed: "Brother Haoran, Yan, Wang is polite."

Yan Lingbin, one of the most famous singers in Pingkangfang, has beautiful pink faces, tall figure, and graceful waist. He is a guest of honor for countless Chang'an officials.

The young man holding her slender waist beside her is not small. Zheng Haoran, a direct descendant of the Zheng family in Xingyang, has a prominent family background that although he has no official status, he has an extraordinary social status.

However, this person who was obviously not Yan Lingbin's dish, skillfully took advantage of the return of the gift and skillfully left his arms and bowed slightly: "I have seen Mr. Wang Bo."

"Hahaha..., Yan, don't be too polite." Wang Bo didn't seem to see the little movements between the two. He reached out to help Yan Lingbin, and then smiled at Zheng Haoran, who had slightly changed color, and said, "Brother Haoran, I haven't seen each other for many days. How are you doing lately?"

Zheng Haoran did not continue to pester Yan Lingbin, but said depressedly: "It's better, Brother Wang, I said, can you not always like to lose your book bags like this? Can't you speak well? Why do you have to be so literary? It's not a habit for everyone."

Wang Bo was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Uh, okay, okay, it's Wang's, it's not like this in the future."

"That's right, that's great." Zheng Haoran smiled casually, turned around and pointed to the messy scene in the distance, and said with gloating in his tone: "Look, our prince has made new things again, but it's a pity that the wise will make a mistake. The things they have made are too big and they can't stand it."

Wang Bo looked in the direction of his finger, and a sarcastic look appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian, the number one reputation in the Tang Dynasty, I bah!
Chapter completed!