Li Siye stood behind Yang Yuyao and gently pressed his hands on her shoulders. She was sitting on a chair in the gallery with her long skirt flowing, her face upturned and her eyebrows slightly green, with a happy expression on her face, and she exhaled softly from her mouth.
"Don't tell me, you're pretty good at serving people."
"What kind of skill is this?" Li Siye smiled modestly: "It's just my own imagination."
Yang Yuyao raised her head and glanced at him, then drooped her eyelids, lazily laid her hands on the railing, lowered her head and groaned: "Apart from this, what else do you want?"
"There are also shooting and hunting, Cuju, spring outings, outings, etc."
"These are nothing, what else can others not do?"
"What others can't do? To play?"
"Of course, ma'am, besides having fun, what else can I have to worry about?"
This sentence is the most hated by people. Most people have suffered from labor since they were born. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. This is true no matter in ancient or modern times. However, there is a small group of people who never work and consume wantonly.
The grain and other means of production that farmers work hard to produce are the so-called ruling class.
While Li Siye expressed his hatred for the ruling class in his heart, he nodded with a smile and said: "Give me a few days, and I will give you a set of fun things after Yuan Zheng."
Yang Yuyao sat upright, turned around and smiled arrogantly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to give me good news. Don't let me down, otherwise I won't let you enter this door in the future."
This threat was still very powerful, and he believed that he should seize this opportunity, no matter whether the woman was beautiful or ugly, good or evil.
"Okay, it's settled."
When Li Siye led the horse and left the Yang Mansion, Yang Yuyao sat on the balcony and looked at his back indifferently. To her, he was just a stronger older child. He once saved his sister Yang Yuhuan, and now her sister has become the emperor's wife.
It was his doting on the concubine that made the Yang family prosperous. This indeed had something to do with him, but if he thought he could gain her favor for no reason, it would be overestimating his abilities.
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Li Siye searched non-stop in various workshops in Chang'an City. He first went to find a carpenter to make a table using camphor wood that is not easy to crack. He didn't know what material to use for the tablecloth. Silk was too smooth and had low friction. In fact, wool was the best.
However, the fabric mixed with Gebu and wool was too rough, so only Pupu produced in Tubo was the most suitable. This would undoubtedly cost a lot of money, and some of the Sassanid gold coins in the former residence of Xinchangfang would be missing.
He also needs to look for materials to make the ball. Ivory is too expensive and makes him feel heartbroken. Large jade is also difficult to find, and various stones are easy to crack. After choosing, sandalwood is the best. Chang'an Dong City has
He made a special trip to the shop that specialized in carving such wood objects and asked them to carve spheres of equal size and weight. The deposit alone cost five or six Sasanian gold coins.
He went to the home of the bow craftsmen and asked them to make several strong and durable poles.
Li Siye distributed the required materials to five or six companies to make them, firstly to save time, and secondly, even if these people tried hard, they would not know the true use of this thing.
He waited for nearly five or six days before going to various shops to order people to collect the things, and hired a few laborers to carry the two tables to the Yang Mansion.
"What is this? A long table for eating? Why did you make two of them at once?" The Yang sisters looked at the high table with anticipation.
"Ladies, I will show you later. Let's put the table in a place first."
The bottom floor of Yang's small building happened to be empty except for the screen. Li Siye ordered someone to put the table in. There were six holes around the table, and the tablecloth made of Pulu was also dyed grass green.
He used a wooden bracket to place sixteen balls, one white ball and one black ball, and the other fourteen balls were painted red and original colors with cinnabar to distinguish them. This is the composition of a simple fancy billiard ball.
The three Yang sisters stood at the table, looking at this strange thing with great interest, first to see how Li Siye played.
He took a hooped wooden pole, put his palm on the table and raised his thumb, placed the pole between his thumb and the tiger's mouth, held the pole in his back hand and hit it suddenly, and the white balls rushed forward and gathered together.
The wooden balls were scattered, and then they tried to hit the balls into the holes one by one, and explained the rules of the game to them.
The three Yang sisters looked at it slightly indifferently for a while, then raised their eyebrows eager to try, and then enthusiastically took the pole and tried it themselves. Li Siye taught him step by step, and of course physical contact was inevitable, but it was just a small test for him.
People in the Tang Dynasty considered fatness to be beautiful, but they did not want a fat body that was as thick as the shoulders to the waist. What they wanted was a thin waist and wide buttocks, with a bulging front and a curved back. The three sisters of the Yang family fully met this aesthetic standard.
The three women had a great time playing billiards. Li Siye relaxed and sat cross-legged aside, contentedly watching them laugh and swing. They seemed to have forgotten that he was a hero.
"This billiard ball is really interesting. If it is presented to the palace, the saint and the Taizhen lady will also like it." Yang Yuyao said enthusiastically while leaning on the cue.
"That's why I found someone to make two. One is kept at home to relieve your boredom, and the other is dedicated to the saint and Lady Taizhen."
Yang Yuyao looked back at him, her eyes shining with an unusual luster: "Li Siye, it seems that you are not a martial artist who only knows how to use a knife and a gun."
Li Siye crossed his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, Third Lady, for the compliment."
Judging from the smiles on their faces, the effect is not bad. This alone is enough for them to play for a while, and he can just stay away and be quiet for a few days.
He did have a few days of leisure, and returned to the backyard of the Anxi Protector's Mansion in Pingkangfang to calm down and rest, thinking about how to get along with the Yang sisters.
Just three short days later, a servant of the Yang family came to Li Siye's door again and sent an invitation to Li Siye, inviting him to go on a winter hunt outside Chang'an tomorrow.
In this winter, we actually have to go hunting in the countryside. Winter prey is very scarce, maybe only wild sheep and elk. Who knows what these women are thinking.
In the early morning of the next day, there was still some light mist in the air, making the streets immersed in white. Li Siye had already taken the horse from the backyard and was ready to set off.
"Envoy Li Zhen!"
He turned around suddenly, only to see Cheng Qianli coming out of nowhere with a bow on his back and his hands in his sleeves. He walked up to him like a wealthy landowner and said, "You've been a little busy lately, and you're still alone."
He comes alone, without even his subordinates or soldiers. He is still wearing hunting clothes today, could he be going hunting in the countryside?"
Why does this guy always focus on him? He is like a candy. Li Siye crossed his hands and smiled: "Gao Duhu, I just have nothing to do and went to the outskirts of Chang'an to relax alone."
"Don't get me wrong," Cheng Qianli said, "I'm not asking about your whereabouts. I have a bow and quiver here. How can I go hunting without bringing these things?"
Li Siye understood Cheng Qianli's thoughts very well, so naturally he couldn't ignore him too much. He took it from his hand solemnly with both hands, nodded and said, "Thank you."
He led the horse and sent it away in the distance under Cheng Qianli's gaze.
When Li Siye arrived at the gate of Yang Mansion, there were already five or six young eunuchs waiting with horses. Both horses and eunuchs were gifts from the emperor.
The three ladies arrived late. They were wearing cross-collared Hu clothes and simple upturned buns on their heads. The servants were kneeling on the ground, waiting for them to step on their shoulders and mount their horses.
The group walked all the way outside Chang'an City and looked around at the lush vegetation in the fields, but there were very few running animals. The women seemed not very interested in the so-called hunting, and they were not willing to spend the energy to draw their bows and aim. They were just walking their horses.
That's all.
After traveling for nearly five or six miles, a procession with flags waving was marching not far away. Judging from the six scarlet banners and crimson door banners, this must be the procession of the Jiedushi of a certain vassal town.
Ordinary people would stay away from such a team when they saw it, but the Yang sisters were not ordinary people. They looked at each other and immediately went to take a look.
The black flag at the front of the team has the two characters "Ping Lu" written on it. In the middle of the intertwined flags and the horse team walking side by side, a fat man wearing a purple robe and several long braids can be clearly seen.
Beside him were several Yuhous who were riding horses and wearing iron armor, their backs straightened and their faces full of murderous aura.
The Yang sisters laughed and said, "It turns out to be Fatty An. Let's call him over."
Li Siye felt something was wrong. He didn't want to meet this person on this occasion, but he was afraid that this situation could no longer be stopped.
Yang Yuyao raised her head and chest, took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Fat An, get over here!"
The marching queue suddenly stopped. The soldiers who were marching with long swords and banners looked sideways, and then looked forward. The cavalrymen subconsciously pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, and their murderous aura naturally escaped.