Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 83 It seems the medicine was administered too aggressively.

The following day, Yang Zhengdao left the other place with a rosy complexion.

Recalling the bright red stain from last night, Yang Zhengdao felt a pang of guilt.

Because as long as he still wants to stay in the elite circles of the Tang Dynasty, he shouldn't even think about giving Yingluo any official title.

Even keeping a mistress is difficult.

As for Li Hui, he had the throne in his family and was therefore fearless, while Li Xiaogong, the Prince of Hejian, was determined to tarnish his own reputation, so no one would dare to criticize a spoiled second son.

But what does Yang Zhengdao have?

If he were to keep a mistress in Pingkangfang, people would only say, "As expected of Emperor Yang's grandson, he is licentious and immoral."

Therefore, Yang Zhengdao not only left the land deed of the other residence to Yingluo, but also paid great attention to the matter of the hot spring bathhouse, probably because he wanted to make amends to Yingluo.

After serving Yang Zhengdao at dawn, Yingluo, who was experiencing human relations for the first time, went back to sleep.

The reason is nothing more than the power of gentle massage techniques.

It can only be said that anything produced by the system is guaranteed to be of high quality.

Yang Zhengdao, riding on his horse, was full of vigor. Now that he had this skill, he was determined to train each of them into a master.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Su Hongyi and Nazha on his left and right sides.

The two men were clearly exhausted; one looked weary, and the other yawned repeatedly.

Yang Zhengdao was immediately alarmed: "What did you two do last night?"

"We—" Both women blushed, hesitating to speak.

It's over!

They stayed together last night!

Could it be that the two of them cheated on me?

Doesn't that mean I was cheated on twice at the same time?

Yang Zhengdao felt a pang of heartache! Why didn't you invite me when you two were playing together?

"Master, please don't be angry! Last night, Sister in red took me to see the moon!" Naza said coquettishly.

Su Hongyi immediately felt her face burning; she shouldn't have believed this little traitor's words.

They both had insomnia after they got home last night, so they chatted until dawn.

In the morning, the two formed a pact of silence, vehemently denying that they had eavesdropped the previous night.

It hasn't even started fighting yet, and it's already pouring itself out on its own.

And then, as expected.

"Where did you see the moon?"

"Rooftop".

Which rooftop?

"Sister Cherry Blossom's Little Courtyard".

Upon hearing this answer, Yang Zhengdao's temples throbbed. He remembered that he seemed to have heard Nazha say "Ah!" outside the window last night.

Looks like I didn't mishear!

"Master, punish me! It has nothing to do with the woman in red! I insisted on dragging her along to eavesdrop!"

Okay, that's honest enough! They knew they were giving themselves away and even betrayed their accomplices!

Yang Zhengdao let out a sigh of relief: "Wait a minute, why don't you just go home and catch up on some sleep!"

"Mmm!" Naza nodded happily, knowing that her master was the kindest person.

Yang Zhengdao turned to look at Su Hongyi, only to see that she had almost buried her head in her chest.

"You go back too!"

"But!"

"Tan Feng is in it!"

"good!"

"A-Dao, let me go back too!" Aba, who was leading Yang Zhengdao's horse, turned around and asked.

"Did you send your ant colony back to check?"

"Um!"

"Alright! You can go back now!"

Yang Zhengdao felt that since Empress Zhangsun had already begun investigating the "fall from horseback" incident, those people would certainly not dare to repeat the same trick.

So he left Pingkangfang, taking only Tan Feng, Shi Tu, and Gao Kan with him, and headed north towards the imperial city.

As for Xi Junmai, Yang Zhengdao sent him directly back to Xingdaofang last night, since Xi Youniang had not yet recovered.

The following day was quite fulfilling. At noon, he had his first working meal in the Tang Dynasty at the Imperial Horse Garden with the others.

It's not that it was completely bland, but rather that it was rather unremarkable.

No wonder Xu Shiji seized the opportunity and couldn't wait to take him to the Liangyi Hall to freeload.

Moreover, while they were eating in the corridor, Eunuch Cao brought Li Er's notice urging them to finish their shift.

Tell him to finish the third volume of "The Spring Curtain Screen" as soon as possible, and then go to the Ganlu Hall to report on his work.

Since they were going to the Ganlu Hall instead of the Liangyi Hall, it seems that Li Er was very interested in the propaganda war he was planning.

Because the Liangyi Hall was Li Er's office, and there was a court attendant on duty, there were some things that couldn't be said.

Ganlu Hall was Li Er's residence, making it suitable for secret plots.

After finishing his martial arts practice in the afternoon, Yang Zhengdao went straight to Yongxingfang.

In the morning, Gao Kan had already delivered a visiting card to Li Yuanjia's private residence in Yongxingfang.

Today's visit was on Li Hui's advice to ask Li Yuanjia to participate in the renovation of the other place.

After all, every day during the shutdown period is a loss.

Yang Zhengdao had not expected to obtain the land deed for the other property so quickly.

So after extorting 100 strings of cash from Fang Yi'ai and Du He, "The Song of Everlasting Regret" stopped being updated daily.

And the news was spread: the full poem of "The Song of Everlasting Regret" will be published when the other place reopens.

In this way, it can be considered as a warm-up for the hot spring bathhouse.

However, the person who came to make peace last night, Dai Fang and Du Qian, turned out to be Li Yifu, who was all smiles and no substance.

At that time, Yang Zhengdao came up with a good idea: talented people like Li Yifu should be sent to Japan.

Insidious, cunning, shameless, and despicable.

My major is a perfect match!

While pondering, they arrived at Li Yuanjia's private residence.

Although it was just a private residence, not a royal palace, it still had a vermilion gate, which looked quite grand.

Upon seeing the visiting card that Yang Zhengdao presented, the servant immediately led him inside.

Li Yuanjia was already waiting in the courtyard, his light blue round-necked robe highlighting his refined features.

Upon seeing Yang Zhengdao, he immediately cupped his hands and smiled, "Young Master Yang, it's a rare guest. I heard from Qingque that you just returned to Chang'an and entered the Wude Hall to practice martial arts. I wonder if you have any free time during the mid-month break?"

The Tang Dynasty's holiday system was one day off every ten days, and three days off per month, which were called the Upper, Middle, and Lower Huan respectively.

The "middle month" that Li Yuanjia mentioned refers to April 20th, four days later.

Yang Zhengdao wasn't really sure about this, since the leave and rest system only applied to the military.

He then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "The political affairs currently fall under the jurisdiction of the Northern Office; whether or not one has the time is entirely up to the Duke of Cao. May I ask what brings Your Highness here?"

"I see. Qingque and I are planning to hold a literary gathering. If you have a day off, we would be honored to have you attend."

Yang Zhengdao was surprised by Li Yuanjia's politeness. Could it be that Li Yuanjia, like Qingque, had become his little fanboy?

Thinking back to their last meeting, Qingque had given him a horse and a retinue of servants, making him arguably the top friend he had ever met since his time travel to the Tang Dynasty.

So we still have to give face to the top-ranked guy. Anyway, he's already copied so many poems, so he's not afraid to copy a few more.

He cupped his hands in greeting again: "Your Highness is too kind. If I have the time, I will certainly not refuse."

Upon entering the inner hall, the two took their seats.

After the maidservant served tea, Yang Zhengdao spoke directly: "Your Highness, I have come to your door today with a request."

"Young Master Yang, please speak freely."

"I have an old friend who has set up a separate residence in the southern bend of Pingkangfang."

That's right, even people from the Tang Dynasty could fabricate stories out of thin air.

After all, in matters involving merchants and courtesans, the powerful and wealthy always need a middleman.

Li Yuanjia raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Your old acquaintance is quite the connoisseur of refined tastes."

His veiled mockery was written all over his face.

"Your Highness is joking. How could I possibly know that I intended to convert another place into a bathhouse?"

He looked surprised: "A bathhouse? You mean a hot spring resort?"

Good question! I love this kind of straight man.

"No, no," Yang Zhengdao waved his hands repeatedly.

He paused for a moment, then recited the words of praise he had prepared.

"The Rites of Zhou state that a guesthouse is a place to receive guests who come to court for official business. A guesthouse is a place where the building is magnificent and the furnishings are exquisite. It is a place where guests are treated with respect and the ceremonies are performed with great ceremony. Therefore, this soup is not that soup, and it cannot be compared with an ordinary soup shop."

Yang Zhengdao prepared this speech in order to change the stereotypical image of Tang Dynasty people of bathhouses.

High-end commercial hot springs, such as perfume shops and fragrant hot spring parlors, did not appear until the Song Dynasty.

The high-end hot springs in the Tang Dynasty were all privately owned.

When it comes to these commercially operated hot springs open to the public, all Tang Dynasty people, like Li Yuanjia, would think of them as having a single function...

A soup shop catering to ordinary people.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanjia suddenly realized why it was placed in the Southern Music Hall; it was meant to be a top-class hot spring shop.

Curiosity immediately shone in his eyes, and he put down his teacup: "I'm very interested in it; I'd like to hear more!"

Yang Zhengdao began to introduce the concept of bathhouses in later generations to Li Yuanjia.

Yang Zhengdao began by talking about the layout of the hall, from changing clothes at the entrance, the separate areas for fragrant baths, and the warm pavilions for resting, to the incense, elegant music, light singing, and soft couches, he explained them in detail.

Li Yuanjia's eyes lit up as he listened; the way Yang Zhengdao described the game completely exceeded his imagination.

By the time Yang Zhengdao described the underwater gauze, the wet shirt, the essential oil massage, and the smooth skin all over, Li Yuanjia had already started to swallow hard.

By the time Yang Zhengdao mentioned the water bed, mirror room, swing, and rocking chair, Li Yuanjia could no longer sit still.

Seeing that Li Yuanjia was completely stunned, Yang Zhengdao began to talk about serious matters.

"Your Highness, this is but a minor matter. The reason this bathhouse dares to call itself a 'bathhouse' lies in just three words."

Li Yuanjia's eyes narrowed: "Which three words?"

Yang Zhengdao said leisurely, "Your Highness is aware that the powerful and wealthy in Chang'an usually have to travel to many different places for banquets, entertainment, and rest, which is time-consuming and laborious. This hot spring bathhouse is designed to integrate all of these into one place."

"In the morning, there are bathing maids to wash you; in the evening, there are gentle ladies to massage you; during the day, there are banquets with beautiful women; and at night, there are ladies to warm your bed. From dawn till dusk, day and night, everything is provided, and there is no need to change venues."

"In short, once guests enter this hot spring resort, they are attended to in every aspect of life, from sunrise to sunset, from the hot spring pool to the warm pavilion, from drinking to sleeping. Everything is taken care of and handled with utmost care. Hence, it is called a 'dragon'."

"A dragon! This method is brilliant! Brilliant!" Li Yuanjia exclaimed repeatedly, then lowered his voice and said, "What about what I said before—"

Young people are just too hot-tempered; it seems the medicine was given too strong.

But it's not a big problem.

Anyway, I can get these modification blueprints for free today!

Yang Zhengdao smiled mysteriously: "Unlocking requires purchasing a card!"

"I'm going to charge!"

"Your Highness, please don't worry!"

Yang Zhengdao sighed deeply before continuing, "My old plan, if it cannot be put into practice, will ultimately be nothing but a mirage. Now everything is ready, except for a blueprint."

Li Yuanjia's eyes gleamed, and he patted his chest: "Young Master Yang, have no worries. Although I am not particularly talented, I am somewhat knowledgeable in construction. Leave the design work to me."

"I originally intended to seek Your Highness's advice, but now Your Highness has personally taken care of this. How can this be acceptable?!"

"Yes, yes! I'll trouble you, Young Master Yang, to explain the essential oil massage in more detail."

"The guest lay prone on the couch, and first, warm, fragrant ointment was applied all over his back. Then, the lady took off her undergarments and leaned over him, pressing her soft skin against his. However, the guest was lying prone and could not see behind her, only feeling a tingling sensation."