"Master..." The maid's cheeks instantly turned red, and then she said coquettishly: "Madam, I want to see you..."

"Ahem -" Li Yi coughed twice, thinking to himself - if I caught the daytime prostitution, wouldn't I be sent to the Imperial College to be a disciple? All day long, I would let those great scholars and little ones who hate me hate me so much.

Confucians tortured to death?

He blushed and said, "Well, Qing'er, your thoughts are too evil! I am not that kind of person..." At this point, he saw his mother walking over with two maids.

Mrs. Li was wearing a plain robe today and she looked much thinner than before. She stepped into the backyard and saw her little son wrapped in bandages like a rice dumpling. She couldn't help but feel a pang of distress in her heart.

The two maids behind them held gilt wooden boxes in their hands. Even though the lids of the boxes were tightly sealed by the craftsmen, they still could not hide the fragrance inside the boxes.

"Yi'er, these days have been tough for you..." Mrs. Li asked with concern.

After she finished speaking, and before Li Yi could respond, she called the two maids behind her to place the wooden box on the small table next to Li Yi, and said, "This is the Poria, Almond and Lotus Seed Soup that I specially made for you. It contains special ingredients."

The old ginseng soup is most suitable when you are weak now."

"And this, Angelica sinensis and donkey hide gelatin steamed cake. This angelica root is paired with donkey hide gelatin. It is the secret recipe of the imperial doctor..."

As Mrs. Li spoke, she opened the wooden box and took out bowls of finely crafted tonics.

After hearing these introductions, Li Yi suddenly felt that he was suffering from a serious illness and was lying on the bed dying. He smiled helplessly and said: "Mom, the child is not so weak..."

"Why aren't you weak?" Mrs. Li frowned and scolded: "You boy, you have been weak since you were a child, and you are still unwilling to practice martial arts. Look at your four brothers..."

"Hey, okay, okay!" Seeing that he was being taught a lesson like a child before he could say a word, Li Yi hurriedly admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, I will definitely practice martial arts well, and in the future I will rob the rich and give to the poor, and protect my health."

The family defends the country..."

Mrs. Li was amused by her youngest son and smiled. She wanted to laugh, but she remembered what happened to this boy before. She frowned again. She endured her heartache for the child's injuries and started to teach her a lesson: "Before, you were

At the Peony Poetry Festival, I offended all the literati in Beijing..."

I finally mentioned this, I thought I would be proud of me... Are you trying to scold me for not being big or small, being disrespectful?

"Uh-" Li Yi's old face suddenly turned red, and then he interrupted in a low voice: "You can't blame me for this, they are bringing shame on themselves..."

"Hmph -" Mrs. Li squinted her eyes and said with great interest: "But, what does my son do in the house all day long..." At this point, she raised her head and glanced at the maidservant who looked embarrassed.

Qing, after the latter heard this, he was glanced at by the madam again, and his little face suddenly turned pale with shock.

"I've never heard of it. When did he learn to recite poems and compose poems?" Mrs. Li continued.

Your son is still very capable, such as cultivating himself and managing his family, running the country for peace and security, leading troops to fight, and maneuvering in officialdom...

Although Li Yi was secretly proud of himself, how could he dare to be so bold with his mouth? He had to be cautious and panicked: "This, these poems are actually my child's special hobby. My child does it every night..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw that his cheap mother had a look of disbelief on her face, her eyes were full of anger, and she hurriedly continued: "Actually... I just suddenly realized that some poems, poems and couplets are too simple for me.

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When I said this, I was afraid that people would not believe me, so I quickly added: "Of course, when I was working as a reading companion for the third prince, I studied hard for several months..."

Mrs. Li nodded doubtfully...

Li Yi curled his lips and felt very proud. I still care about me. She made such a big mistake and offended all the literati in the capital. Instead of scolding me, she just asked me where I got this kind of literary talent.

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"Mom, by the way, nothing major happened during the half month I was recovering from illness, right?" Li Yi asked casually after seeing this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the two maids behind his mother looked strange, as if they were speechless, and their cheeks were red from holding back - what does this mean? Could something related to me have happened?

"Master..." Qing'er called out cautiously, then lowered his voice and said, "Someone is here to cause trouble..."

"Trouble?" Li Yi's voice suddenly rose and he frowned: "What's the trouble? Didn't the second brother and the others use horse whips to whip out the troublemakers?"

"Hmph -" Mrs. Li snorted softly, seeming to be aroused. She glanced at the wheelchair sitting under Li Yi's butt, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "You can go out and see for yourself, isn't it?"

The Zhenjun General's Mansion is located on Dongmen Street in the capital. It occupies a large area. The walls outside the mansion are covered with layers of glazed tiles. On the originally gray walls, there are now a lot of things that look like dog-skin plasters.

These plasters are densely packed, and if you look closely, you will see that they are covered with various handwritings.

Some of these handwritings are vigorous and powerful, some are penetrating, and some are written in a sloppy way...

The entire wall of the Li Mansion on a side street is now covered with all kinds of papers filled with handwriting... It looks like it has a bit of artistic flair...

Li Yi was carried out in a wheelchair by two strong servants. He glanced casually and found no troublemakers. Unexpectedly, he glanced at the wall from the corner of his eye and seemed to notice something strange about the wall today.

When he took a closer look, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

A certain influential figure in the literary world of the capital was stretching his arms like a shrew scolding the street, and shouted with a blushing face: "Who is this who posts small advertisements? Why are they posted on the wall of my house!"

"Master..." The maid Qing'er came over timidly. She didn't know what the advertisement meant, but - she knew what these things posted on the wall were.

"This is not a small advertisement..." Qing'er whispered.

"Pfft -" Li Yi was stunned by the answer and asked in astonishment: "Then what are these things? Push me over and take a look..."

Qing'er hurriedly took the armrest behind the wheelchair and pushed her young master towards the wall with a pale face.

As the distance got closer and closer, Li Yi caught a glimpse of a huge piece of rice paper taped to the wall. Four large characters were written on the paper with thick pen and flying phoenixes.

These four characters have strong pen power and elegant brushwork. The points are like falling stones, the paintings are like summer clouds, the hooks are like bending gold, and the swords are like crossbows. They have images vertically and horizontally, and high ambitions.

Although the handwriting is white, it still reveals the unruly momentum of a literati who splashes ink and points out the country. It can be said that he has good calligraphy.

However, a person who was sitting in a wheelchair admiring the strokes of writing with great interest was almost so angry that he fell down from his wheelchair when he saw these four artistic characters.
Chapter completed!