Chapter 621 Test Fly

"Hmm, um?" In my sleep, I felt the coldness on my head, extremely comfortable. I shook gently, Liu Yi opened his eyes on the couch, with a little astringent corners of his eyes, and his mouth was also filled with pain, which was very uncomfortable.

"Husband, are you awake?" Seeing Liu Yi open his eyes, Zhang Chuchu hurriedly waved his hand and told Xiao Yi to bring some soup. At the same time, his other hand was not idle. He gently took off the wet towel from Liu Yi's forehead, and replaced it with another piece to wipe his husband's cheeks carefully. He asked softly with some concern and a little reproach in his mouth, "Why have you drunk so much?"

"Oh, it's the lady who is back," calmed down, Zhang Chuchu's adorable little face completely appeared in Liu Yi's eyes. Hearing that his wife was displeased in her words, he grinned and Liu Yi said, "Today, Butler Wuchen is visiting, I am happy and drank more,"

"Madam, maybe I don't know, butler Wuchen is here, but it brings us great good news." With his arms supported, Liu Yishou sat up slanted, leaning against the wooden railing beside the couch, looking at Chu Chuyan with a comfortable position, smiling and looking at Chu Chuyan, "That girl Cai'er, I'm happy! Our Liu family has another incense."

"Really?" Zhang Chuchu was also happy when she heard this, and nodded gently and said, "That's right. It's been a little half a year. After getting married for so long, Erzhao and the others should have it. This time, the people of our Liu family are prosperous as soon as they see it. If their parents-in-law know, they will definitely be very happy."

"That's natural," Liu Yi nodded after taking the herbal tea handed over by his wife, "The person who sent the letter has left Chang'an in the morning. In a few days, parents and the others will be able to get good news."

"Master, sober soup!" The two of them were talking, and Xiao Yi came into the room with a bowl of sober soup from the kitchen. When their wife took the soup bowl, she left the bedroom again in a regular manner.

"After drinking the sobering soup, you won't feel so uncomfortable in your stomach anymore." She moved to the side of the couch, and Zhang Chuchu brought the soup bowl and carefully fed his husband.

"It's not that I can't move, so how can I need my wife to feed me?" After a warm heart, Liu Yi stretched out his hand to take the soup bowl from his wife's hand and said in a voice. Afterwards, he leaned his neck and drank the already cold soup in the bowl.

"Two guests came outside the hall," Zhang Chuchu said in a voice, "I said that he was Changsun, a more surnamed Changsun, and I made an appointment with him before. I had arrived at home at the beginning of Youshi. Seeing that his husband was drunk and had not woken up, he kept waiting in the hall. Seeing that his eldest son was in the posture of the Changsun, he seemed to be very good. Since he had made an appointment in advance, if the husband felt better, he would go over and meet him."

"The surname is Changsun?" Liu Yi frowned slightly. Could it be that Changsun was so angry? After rubbing his forehead, which was still a little painful, Liu Yi turned over and got out of bed, put on his clothes under Zhang Chuchu's service, then greeted his wife, and then started to go to the front hall.

"Young Master Changsun, I've been waiting for a long time." Liu Yi walked into the hall from the inner room. As soon as he entered the door, he bowed and chuckled and apologized with Changsun Huan: "It's really rude to let Changsun wait for a long time. You're forgiven for your crime!"

Feeling the comfortable and cold feeling in the living room, Liu Yi's expression was a little stunned. Then he noticed that on the table and between the chairs in the hall, several pots of ice were on the side, especially on the pot of solid ice on the table, and several bunches of grapes were placed. When Liu Yi came in, Changsun Huan was leisurely and comfortable eating the grapes in the pot.

Such an exaggerated act and a grand show. This young master Changsun is a man who will not let him suffer grievance. Thinking of the stuffy kid Fang Yiai in the hall at noon, Liu Yi's sigh in his heart. He is also a playboy, but Fang Yiai is more than the young master Changsun in front of him.

No wonder Chuchu said just now that this Changsun Young Master had some background, it turned out that it was all these ice-like people making monsters.

"Master!" Seeing their master come in, Changsun Huan touched his little hand and coaxed Xiaoyi, who was feeding grapes, turned red. She tightly pulled back the little hand that was still holding Changsun Huan's hand, and bent down to salute Liu.

"Mr. Yifan!" After being calm, Changsun Huan's expression remained unchanged. He stood up lightly, bowed his hand to greet Liu Yian, and said with a smile without any politeness: "Sir, don't be polite to me, just call me your name or call me a virtuous person."

"In this way, I'm not polite for my brother," he took the snake and followed the stick. Seeing that Changsun Huan was like this, Liu Yi was no longer polite. He bowed and returned the gift. After asking Changsun Huan to sit down, he spoke out loudly, "I don't know what's the point of doing here?"

Just like Fang Yiai in the morning, if nothing happened, these young men would never wait for such a time here with grievance.

"Grape!" Without answering Liu Yi's question, Changsun Huan leaned against the back of the chair and reached out to signal, asking Liu Yi to taste the grapes in the town. He also skillfully reached out and took out a grain of ice from the ice, threw it into his mouth, squinted his eyes, and whispered to Liu Yi while chewing: "These grapes were specially shipped back from the Western Regions, from picking, to transportation, and then to Chang'an, and the whole way was kept fresh from ice, and the taste was as good as when they were picked."

"My brother Changsun is very tasty, I admire him!" After cursing in his heart, Liu Yiu also reached out to take out one. I have to say that although the cost of this grape is indeed a little higher, its taste is fresh, sweet, sour, and cool, and it tastes very refreshing, and it can be regarded as a rare delicacy.

Involuntarily, as if he was addicted to eating, Liu Yiu reached out to take another pill from the ice.

"Our old man said," he opened his mouth and spit the grains into the palm of his hand and placed them gently in the plate on the table. Changsun Huan said in a voice: "Brother Yifan is a talented person, not a mediocre person. He has a bright future in the future. He can make a fortune and rise to the sky. He may not necessarily want me to get closer to Brother Yifan."

It is very straightforward, so straightforward that it makes it difficult for Liu Yi to even say polite and humble words.

"The old man in our family has been an official for a long time, and his mind has been a little stiff. His words are too utilitarian." After shaking his head indifferently, after eating another grape, Changsun Huan continued: "Whether two people can get close to each other and become brothers depends on fate, and the right nature is not just a word or just a little bit of it."

"However, he asked my younger brother to come and find Brother Yifan, which was good." His face changed. Changsun Huan's white and obese little face showed a smile. He looked at Liu Yi and looked like a fortune teller and said, "I have a fate with Brother Yifan. In the morning, when I saw Brother Yifan for the first time when I saw Brother Yifan, I felt that we would become brothers, depend on each other in life and death, and live a life and courage."

"Or... maybe," Liu Yi's body shook, and from head to toe, he was full of bumps. He used the words he often used when picking up girls on a man. This young master Changsun was also a fool. Liu Yi sat silently, savoring the iced grapes, waiting for Changsun Huan's next performance. He also wanted to see what kind of fun this young master Changsun could play with.

"Your Highness of the King of Jin, named His Highness of the King and Minister, is actually a matter of fact. In private, he would call me a cousin," Changsun Huan patted his chest very generously and said to Liu Yiyi: "In the future, if you have a younger brother on your side in the King of Jin's mansion, you will not let Brother Yifan suffer a loss."

"Then, I will rely on my brother in the future." Although I was a little puzzled that I would suffer, Liu Yiu still cooperated and agreed.

"Haha, Brother Yifan doesn't have to be polite to me. It's just a trivial matter, just a simple task," Changsun Huan held a grape in his hand, waved his hand indifferently and said softly to Liu Yi.

"Yesterday afternoon," put the grapes in his mouth, Changsun Huan straightened up, turned his head to look at Liu Yi's place, and said, "In the 'Xinfang Pavilion' in the south of the city, I and Fang Yiai had made a contract to determine the next competition because of a gentleman, and he used the rhythm to determine the winner and lose. Haha, Brother Yifan should have some understanding of me. I have no hobbies in my life, and I like it just beauties."

When he came, Liu Yi suddenly realized that he spit out the grains in his mouth, sat straight on his body, and after wandering around for a long time, the topic finally came.

"I know that Brother Yifan is proficient in music, so I thought about asking Brother Yifan to come out and help." He bowed to Liu Yi's face seriously, and Changsun Huan said in a voice: "As long as he can defeat the second boy of the Fang family, he can make anger for me and win the favor of the beauty, I will thank you very much afterwards."

"Miss, I've found it," inside the boudoir, the little girl Qing Zhuhuan came in from outside, her mouth didn't stop for a moment, and she said with a crisp voice: "I don't know if I don't ask. It turns out that the young master Changsun is so famous in this Chang'an City. There seems to be few people who don't know him."

"Oh? There is something like this? Qingzhu will tell you quickly." I had a good impression of Changsun Huan, white and gentle. When I spoke, I was very funny. When I heard Qingzhu's shouting, Fang Yue'er couldn't help but feel curious.

"He has a nickname, 'Changsun Fengliu'. Two years ago, a famous little pervert in Chang'an City," Qingzhu said softly, telling all the rumors she heard from outside that she knew with their ladies: "From the beginning of entering the funeral scene at the age of twelve, until two years ago, this Changsun Fengliu young master stayed in the famous flower house in Chang'an City every night, and there were countless loves. What's more, two years ago, in the 'Zangxiang Tower', he and Fang Yiai fought for the first night of the first night, and broke the two arms of the second young master of the Fang family. In the end, even the emperor knew about this. The Duke of Qi was furious and sent him to Sichuan and Sichuan to serve in one fell swoop. It was not until the day before yesterday that he summoned him back."

"Is this? Are all the news true?" Fang Yue'er looked confused. Yesterday, she looked at the eldest son of Changsun, and was calm and calm. She was not like the kind of lustful person. Could it be that Qingzhu heard the news was misinformed by others?

"Everyone said this, and Changsun Mansion never came forward to clarify. It's not fake, right?" Qingzhu was stunned by the questioning of their ladies. Qingzhu replied and stood up to pick up the pot and poured tea for their ladies.

He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea. Fang Yue'er shook her head slightly, "What do you think about so much?" The news is fake, what does it have to do with him? Changsun Huan will only be a passerby.

"There is also that Fang Yiai," Qingzhu said to their lady with some gossip. "It is the second son of the Shangshu Fang family. He just got married to Mr. Gao Yang in the New Year. The quilt is not warm yet. Unexpectedly, he has started looking for flowers and willows in this flower room again. Like that Changsun Huan, he is not a good thing. He deserves to have two arms broken by Changsun Huan two years ago."

"Qingzhu, be careful!" He looked at the little girl with a angrily silence, and Fang Yue'er said softly: "Don't talk about other people's right and wrong behind the scenes without any trouble. If you hear it from outsiders, it will inevitably be a problem again."

"Yes, Miss!" Xiao stuck out his tongue, Qingzhu obediently closed his mouth, looked around at the outside of the pavilion, and then said to their ladies: "If I had known that they were all like this, the ladies shouldn't have come forward to dissuade them yesterday, and let them bite them."

The little girl was a little cynical, which made Fang Yueer helpless.

"It's meaningless to make them fight," said Fang Yueer, raising his hand and patting Qingzhu's little head. "But what after the fight? No matter who suffers and who takes advantage of it, have you ever thought that if something really happens, how can you ask your godmother to deal with it? Can our "Xinfang Pavilion" continue to drive Chang'an City?"

Although Fang Yue'er and Qingzhu were like those of Qinghua, they hated this kind of fireworks, except for the kindness that my godmother had given her, this "Xinfang Pavilion" was finally considered half of their household. If it were not necessary, no one would want to see "Xinfang Pavilion" fall down.

Qingzhu couldn't speak, even if she was a maid, she knew that if there was no "Xinfang Pavilion", their future life would be more tragic than it is now. At least, they would not have to starve and get cold now, and they could still have a full meal.

"Tomorrow is a two-day period. I don't know who will win?" Relying in front of the attic window, Fang Yue'er looked at the flowers that were a little whitened by the sun outside the window, and said softly: "Using their family style, composing music and lyrics, it is not difficult to find Mr. Yifan, right?"

In my heart, Fang Yueer asked for the lyrics and music that Mr. Yifan had made again.

On the north side of Chang'an City, on a nearly 100 acres of empty mountainous land, more than a dozen officials from the Ministry of Works were tinkering with each hand a huge hot air balloon, balloons, basket bottoms, stoves, ropes, and inspections one by one.

"How is it, are you all ready?" Tao Yande, the Minister of Works, watched his subordinates ignite the torch and fill the airbags of the hot air balloons. The ropes fixed to the bottom basket on the ground were also tightened.

"Return to Master Shangshu," Liu Yi, the Minister of Works, bowed to Tao Yande and said, "The inspection has been completed. As long as Master Shangshu orders, the hot air balloon can be launched at any time."

"Well," he nodded slightly, looked up at the sky. The sun was already drooping westward. It was almost evening. It was the time when the wind was calm. Tao Yande raised his hand and ordered Liu Yi, saying, "Sir Liu, go, put the ducks at the bottom of the basket, and after half a stick of incense, cut off the rope on the ground and release the hot air balloons to air."

"Yes, Lord Shangshu!" After bent down and responded, Liu Yi was somewhat excited to walk towards the live ducks. Today, this is the first time that the living creatures have been put on the air. If these ducks can be safe afterwards, it means that it is not difficult to bring the living people to the sky.

After half a stick of incense, it was almost dusk. With a noisy croaking sound, the first hot air balloon in history carrying living things was slowly rising to a high altitude under the arduous gaze of Tao Yande and a group of officials of the Ministry of Works.

"Hurry, ride a fast horse to catch up," Seeing the hot air balloon in the sky slowly shifting westward with the wind, Tao Yande whispered to the soldiers beside him: "In half an hour, I must know whether the ducks at the bottom of the basket are still alive!"

"Yes, sir!" The cavalry responded together, and then rode their horses to stop the boiling, following them all the way west. Tao Yande also asked for a fast horse from his subordinates, walked behind the cavalry, and moved forward steadily.

There were not many charcoal ore available in the stove, which was only half an hour long. In addition, it was quiet today and the wind was not strong. The hot air balloon was not too far away from the original place, and it was less than ten miles away. Lao Tao and his officials from the Ministry of Industry rode on a fast horse and easily chased after him.

"Living, they are still alive!"

Half an hour later, the first soldier to the vine basket lifted the basket with a noisy duck, and excitedly reported to everyone who rushed over, all five live ducks died.
Chapter completed!