Chapter 81 You're such a headache
The female character at the side had curious eyes and slightly parted lips, as if she was surprised by the sudden conflict. Her neck was delicate, her chest rose and fell gently with her rapid breathing, and her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade, which attracted people's attention. She couldn't help but lean forward, her thighs tensed, her hips slightly raised, as if silently asking: What on earth is going on? However, Changsun Wuji did not dare to be distracted, and carefully responded to the anger of His Majesty Li II.

Emperor Li II angrily scolded Changsun Yuanji, and the eunuchs and palace maids beside him dared not speak, fearing that they would be affected by his anger. In the originally serious atmosphere, it seemed that a bit of playfulness was accidentally mixed in.

"Yuanji, Yuanji, you are such a headache!" His Majesty Li II glared at him, looking very disappointed. "How could you, the Duke of Qi and the Minister of State, be so confused as to throw your reputation into such an unclear place?"

Chang Sun Yuanji was bent over, looking haggard, with regret hidden deep in his eyes, his lips trembling slightly, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start. His nostrils twitched slightly, his chest rose and fell, revealing his inner uneasiness.

"We have a deep friendship, and I shouldn't ask about your private affairs." His Majesty Li II's tone was a little slower, but still stern, "But you should never take Mr. Han to such a brothel! Do you think I don't know how much you value him? If you delay his future because of this, will you have a clear conscience?"

Chang Sun Yuanji was so drunk that he broke out in a cold sweat. His original drunkenness turned into cold sweat and flowed down his neck. He was a smart man, and after being scolded, his mind began to clear up.

"Your Majesty, I..." Changsun Yuanji raised his head, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them, revealing his inner struggle.

"Hmph, you should reflect on yourself!" Emperor Li II snorted coldly, turned and left, leaving Changsun Yuanji standing there alone, his face full of fatigue and guilt, as silent as a sculpture.

Zhang Sun Wuji looked aggrieved, with tears welling up in his eyes, like a child about to burst into tears. He was stunned for a long time before he said, "Your Majesty, do you know that I went to Mr. Han to ask for help yesterday, but he dragged me to a brothel." As soon as he said this, the people around him couldn't help but laugh and thought of the joke that was popular - a man had a fortune-teller, and the fortune-teller said that he would have a romantic relationship recently, so he happily went to a brothel, but he only met a fortune-teller.

"You mean, Mr. Han told you a fortune?" His Majesty Li II frowned, looking puzzled.

"That's right, Your Majesty." Changsun Wuji hurriedly explained, "Mr. Han was there, telling fortunes for those girls one by one, and I was just watching from the side. I didn't expect that I would actually find a solution."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Emperor Li II was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but laugh at Zhangsun Wuji's pitiful appearance.

"Your Majesty, how dare I!" Zhang Sun Wuji's voice trembled, tears flashed in his eyes. He pursed his lips, as if trying hard to hold back tears. "I am so old and have a strict upbringing. How could I possibly go to a place like that and do something stupid?"

At this time, Emperor Li II noticed Changsun Wuji's chest heaving with excitement and the lines of his neck that were made more profound by the years, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in his heart.

"Come on, stop talking." His Majesty Li II sighed, "Why didn't you explain earlier? You had to go to Old Cheng to drink. Don't you know how much he can drink? He can make you cry."

When the people around heard this, they all wanted to laugh, but when they saw Changsun Wuji's expression, they held back.

Emperor Li Er was really embarrassed. A misunderstanding made him a laughing stock. He was thinking about how to get back at his humiliation. Zhang Sun Wuji stood aside, forcing a bitter smile on his face, and hurriedly bowed his head to admit his mistake: "Your humble servant, I was indeed wrong!" "Humph, since you have regretted it, I will not say much. You should reflect on your mistakes at home today!" His Majesty Li Er ordered coldly, and stood up to leave.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Changsun Wuji asked anxiously, feeling a little uneasy.

"Why, do you also want to learn from those people in the Censorate and keep following me around all day long?" Emperor Li II glanced at him with obvious displeasure in his tone.

Changsun Wuji hurriedly saluted: "I dare not!"

"Then think carefully at home about your future path, and about your tangled love affairs." After saying this, Emperor Li II walked out of Changsun Mansion without looking back. His steps were light, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.

As the emperor and Li Junxian disappeared from his sight, Changsun Wuji straightened his back, but the grievance on his face had not yet disappeared, as if it had been deeply marked.

When His Majesty Li Er stepped out of Changsun Mansion, he felt relieved. The heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart finally fell to the ground. He couldn't help but laugh softly, "I was right. Mr. Han is a man of great talent. How could he be retained by those romantic places?"

Li Junxian, who was standing by, secretly observed the emperor's expression and thought to himself that his majesty was so angry and embarrassed over such a small matter just now, but now he is so calm and collected.

At this time, the Mr. Han mentioned by the emperor was the peerless beauty. Her eyes were rolling, her lips were slightly parted, her silky hair was gently swaying in the wind, and her neck and collarbone were inadvertently exposed, all of which revealed a silent temptation. His Majesty Li II secretly admired her in his heart. Such a beautiful and talented woman is indeed rare.

On the way to Changsun Mansion, Li Shimin kept muttering, as if he had a bucket of complaints in his stomach. But who would have thought that when he walked out of the mansion, his mood changed like the weather, from cloudy to sunny, as if confirming the old saying - to be with the emperor is like to be with a tiger. The emperor's mind was more changeable than the weather in June.

The two walked along Zhuque Street, not returning to the palace, but heading towards Xu Luo's fortune-telling stall. Li Shimin had a clear goal in mind: to settle the matter of refined salt processing. If Xu Luo was not at the stall, he even planned to go to Matou Village in person, and take that guy to the house outside the city to see it, so as to get the workshop running as soon as possible and let himself, the emperor, get out of the financial difficulties as soon as possible.

But when they arrived at the market, they found that Xu Luo's fortune-telling stall was surrounded by a huge crowd of people, with people watching and pointing, and the atmosphere was weird. Li Shimin and Li Junxian looked at each other, and they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.

"What's going on? Did something happen to Mr. Han?" Li Shimin asked in a low voice with a frown.

"Second Young Master, I'm going to see what's going on." Li Junxian took a step forward.

(End of this chapter)