who I am!

Where am I?

What did I do?!

Lin Fan felt the back of his neck was chilly. He could not have thought that the guy sitting next to Yan Lingbin and smiling would be the prince.

The few people who came with him were also stunned.

The first reaction is: It's over.

The second reaction is: Damn, the prince is not obedient and stays in the East Palace, and he is running around everywhere!

Especially Ding Wen, he was about to cry now. He just told Li Chengqian that he "don't leave if he has a genital". Now that he knew Li Chengqian's true identity, he was so scared that he couldn't hold his urine.

Lin Fan squeezed out a smile that was not much better than crying: "No, nothing, Mr. Zheng, suddenly remembered that the concubine at home was difficult to give birth."

The two sides, one is the prince and the other is the wealthy family, and he is not something he can afford to mess with. But he just silly bumped into his head, and now he is in trouble.

Zheng Haoran smiled disdainfully: "Lin Fan, look at your promising prospects, aren't you the prince or the emperor? Besides, the emperor is in the prime of Spring and Autumn Period and can be in power for decades. After such a long time, who knows what will happen?"

"Yes, Mr. Zheng is saying." Lin Fan's smile became more and more awkward, and he couldn't help but wail in his heart. The prince who did not inherit the throne was also the prince. If you can't kill you rich families, you can kill me!

"Okay, the time is over. Didn't you say that Yan and everyone are going to hold a banquet? Why don't we join in the fun? For Brother Zheng's sake, we will give everyone a 'support'."

Although Chen Zhongfang looked down on Lin Fan quite much, he did not want to let go of the news he brought. He wished he could immediately go to Beili Lane of Pingkangfang to find Li Chengqian to avenge the last time he was beaten in the West Market.

Well, it is impossible to fight. Everyone is civilized, and this is called making friends through literature!

They left as soon as they said that, and the few people didn't ask for Lin Fan's advice. They directly called the shopkeeper in the store to explain, and rushed towards Pingkangfang with a drunken smell.

At this time, the cultural and drink party hosted by Yan Lingbin from Beilixiang, Pingkangfang had begun. Although there was a warning from a certain family's legitimate son, several famous scholars with great character came to attend under pressure.

Regarding this, Li Chengqian can only say that everyone has their own ambitions.

Since some people are obsessed with fame and fortune, and wish they could lick the feet of the powerful families, some people advocate freedom and do not bow their backs for five dou of rice.

Everyone has different experiences and positions. Li Chengqian was very clear about the principle of not urging others to be kind without suffering others. Naturally, he would not argue too much about this.

On the contrary, those who came to attend the cultural and drink party were very curious about Li Chengqian, a young man. The cultural and drink party was secondary, but the cultural and drink party was the key.

You say that drinking depends on talent, but "literature" depends on accumulation.

Those who come here to attend the literary and drinking party must not only be proficient in poetry, songs, but also have knowledge. They do not speak well of the past and the present, but at least they must know very well about some famous allusions. Otherwise, you may not even understand what others say.

A middle-aged man in his forties noticed Li Chengqian sitting by the window drinking by himself. He came over with a cup and asked with a smile: "This little brother is the noble surname? I wonder which old friend came with him?"

Li Chengqian took his gaze from the window and glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, with a little confusion in his eyes.

Half an hour ago, he sat in this best-looking position and watched the movement outside. As a result, until now, Cheng Chumo's stupid man was waiting opposite him and was about to fall asleep. He had to wait for someone but still didn't come. This made him wonder if he had been released from a pigeon.

Fortunately, after a moment of reaction, Li Chengqian finally came to his senses and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'll let you know that your surname is Li, who came alone."

"One person?" The middle-aged man first showed doubt, then seemed to have thought of something, and said apologetically: "I'm taking the blame, I hope no wonder."

This was the first time that Li Chengqian had chatted with someone as an ordinary person. He thought the middle-aged man opposite was quite interesting, so he started chatting with him.

Middle-aged people have rich knowledge and talk about the past and present. They can easily pick up the anecdotes of celebrities. Li Chengqian came from later generations. Many allusions were lost in his era, and they could hear them with relish.

On the other hand, middle-aged people were deeply impressed by Li Chengqian's broad knowledge. The Colosseum in Rome, the pyramids in Egypt, the Parthenon in Greece, and the legendary mythological stories. People were fascinated by the ears and stunned.

Before they knew it, a group of people were already surrounded by the two, and the chatting range became wider and wider, from astronomy and geography to astrological divination, from myths and legends to mountain scriptures and monsters.

It was obviously a cultural party held by Yan Lingbin, but her master was ignored and became a spectator. Until suddenly, Cheng Chumo's silly voice suddenly came from his silly voice: "You're the only one who's called Charlotte?"

This is the secret code agreed by Li Chengqian and Xiao Cheng.

After all, Xiao Cheng is also one of the well-known playboys in Chang'an City. Everyone bowed their heads and saw each other. Whether it was Zheng Haoran or Chen Zhongfang, they all faced him. It would be easy to make enemies if they beat them for no reason.

However, if you cover your face up, you don’t need to have such concerns. Just make a fake name. Even if Zheng and Chen guessed what was going on, they would have to sacrifice this loss.

Sure enough, Xiao Cheng's throat worked. Zheng Haoran and others were stunned at first, and then asked one after another!

"Who are you!"

"Who is the little girl? Do you really think there is no kingly law in Chang'an City?"

King's Law?

Wang Fa was sitting in the stairs next to him. Cheng Chumo glanced at a window facing the street and found that Li Chengqian was watching. Without saying a word, he rushed up with a stick as thick as an arm.

For a moment, the man was overturned.

"Oh! There are assassins, come, come quickly!"

"Help, you're killing me!"

Zheng Haoran and others never thought that they just came out to "have fun". Why did they encounter such an unlucky thing? When the stick was smashed down, they were stunned.

It was not until several loyal servants who were protecting the Lord were kicked away by Cheng Chumo's three fists and two feet, that he remembered to run away.

But, it's too late.

Cheng Chumo is a real person. Since he agreed to Li Chengqian's request, he naturally has to do his best. He swung the big stick and hit Zheng Haoran's leg.

Bang.

"Ah~!"

With a scream, he looked at Zheng Haoran again and fell down with his thighs.

This kid's hands are so dark. I asked you to beat him up, but I didn't let you break his legs.

Li Chengqian felt his legs hurt when he looked at the window on the second floor.

But, it looks quite decompressive.
Chapter completed!