Accustomed to wandering around every day, Li Xianyuan felt a little uncomfortable when he was suddenly free. With nothing to do, Li Xianyuan went downstairs to the stable in the backyard. He had ignored it since he entered Wuhou City. In the past, they both ate together.

Sleeping together.

Xiaoqing saw him early, picked up a pile of hay and raised his nose, asking Li Xianyuan to feed it.

Li Xianyuan stepped forward and shook his head helplessly: "You just know how to eat, you are a worthless beast."

Xiaoqing seemed to understand human nature and stared at Li Xianyuan with big eyes.

Li Xianyuan rolled up his sleeves and mixed the hay and beans in the trough while saying: "If you were a snake or a fox, maybe I could coax you. Who knows whether you will turn into Xiaoqing or Daji after becoming a spirit. It's a pity.

You are just a donkey. Even if you become a spirit, you will still be crooked and cracked. If you throw a cooked sweet potato on the ground and get run over by a wheel, how can you still watch it?"

Xiao Qing snorted with dissatisfaction and looked as if he was about to rush out of the stable to catch him. Li Xianyuan ignored him, grabbed a handful of beans and stretched them in front of the green donkey: "Zhang Guolao does have a donkey, but it's just a paper donkey."

.You can’t commit yourself to me, so what’s the use of you.”

Xiaoqing turned her head in a very humane manner and ignored Li Xianyuan.

Li Xianyuan shook his head and said: "You and I have lived together since childhood. If we were human, we could be said to be childhood sweethearts, and we depended on each other. I know that you understand human nature, at least you can never see it in other animals. If you tend to

I have nothing to say if you live your whole life as a beast. I, Li Xianyuan, will raise you for the rest of your life."

Li Xianyuan wanted to say these words a few days ago when he finished writing Journey to the West. Xiaoqing can understand human speech and is psychic, so he is definitely not an ordinary beast. Li Xianyuan doesn't mind living with a monster since he was a child. But it

It's very suspicious to conceal one's identity and be willing to be driven like a beast.

Xiaoqing's big eyes showed some complexity. Seeing this, Li Xianyuan patted Xiaoqing's head, threw the soybeans in his hand back into the trough, clapped his hands and put them back into his sleeves, turned around and walked back to the inn.

The waiter shouted to Li Zhuangyuan to come up to him: "Li Zhuangyuan, someone is looking for you."

"Is there anyone else?" Li Xianyuan said. Before he could ask who was coming, a tall, stout, middle-aged man came up from behind the waiter. He was wearing Confucian clothes, which looked a bit nondescript.

"Master Li, I have long admired your name." This man's posture was casual, his tone was stiff, and his voice was as dull as a bell or a drum.

"This..." The waiter looked at Li Xianyuan and then at the middle-aged man with a troubled expression. Having been dealing with customers for a long time, he could naturally see the middle-aged man's attitude towards Li Xianyuan.

Li Xianyuan said to him: "It's none of your business, go back and do your work first."

The waiter turned back to the inn in three steps, and then Li Xianyuan looked at the middle-aged man who had raised his head several times, blocking a large amount of sunlight.

"I don't know what you want from me."

"I've heard for a long time that Mr. Li is polite to others, why do you treat me like this?" the middle-aged man said, not too rude.

Li Xianyuan replied calmly: "It's just a matter of courtesy."

"Courtesy reciprocates..." The man thought carefully and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, a hero comes from a young age. To be honest, my surname is Liu, and this Liu Cixin is my unlucky nephew."

Li Xianyuan's expression did not change: "So, is this why you are here?"

"Yes and no." The middle-aged man smiled half-heartedly. "Liu Yuanzheng asked me to trick you. It's just that I don't want to listen to his orders. This trip is to remind you that the father and son will meet on Mrs. Li's birthday in ten days.

Ask someone to deal with you."

Li Xianyuan thought for a moment, then slightly cupped his hands: "Thanks for the reminder."

"No need to say thank you." The middle-aged man was extremely conceited and walked forward with his hands behind his back: "Liu Yuanzheng is causing trouble for you because his son was bullied by you in public, so for the sake of the Liu family's face, he had to deal with you. But anyone with a discerning eye can easily see that.

, you have written meteorological poems, and it is only a matter of time before you become famous. If people in the Ming Dynasty do not tell secrets, Liu Yuanzheng will definitely lose his position as the head of the family after this incident, and by then I...

His voice was like muffled thunder, and even when he told Li Xianyuan such secrets, he did not lower his voice at all, showing his pride that he was not afraid of others hearing him.

Li Xianyuan said: "You want me to help you?"

The middle-aged man looked down at Li Xianyuan: "Master Li, you don't need to do anything, everything will continue as usual."

After leaving a few words, the middle-aged man left. Li Xianyuan stood there and thought carefully.

The middle-aged man understood the weaknesses of human nature and Li Xianyuan.

Li Xianyuan and the Li family agreed that Mrs. Li will celebrate her birthday in ten days, and Li Xianyuan will definitely go. At that time, Li Xianyuan will face difficulties from the Liu family and his son.

He was using Li Xianyuan as a weapon, but Li Xianyuan couldn't refuse at all.

What a conspiracy.

After standing quietly in the backyard for a moment, Li Xianyuan returned to the inn.

As soon as I opened the curtain and entered, I was greeted not only by the noisy heat wave of the inn, but also by the waiter.

"Li Zhuangyuan, someone is looking for you again..." The waiter couldn't say anything. In just half an hour, five waves of people came, and he couldn't even open his mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the curtain of the front door opened, and the county magistrate in official robes rushed in and said anxiously: "Li Xianyuan, how can you be so calm and calm!"

"Fang Zhixian." Li Xianyuan handed over his hands calmly, in sharp contrast to the anxiety of the county magistrate.

Fang Zhixian said anxiously: "Because of you, the Xinjing court is so noisy that it will overturn the Wuling Hall!"

"Because of me?" Li Xianyuan was confused. "Don't Zhezi have to arrive in Beijing tomorrow?"

"It has nothing to do with this matter. It's Princess Huiming. She escaped from the palace and sneaked out!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

The county magistrate did not answer immediately, but looked around, grabbed a teapot on a table with guests, raised his head and poured it into his mouth to moisten his dry throat.

The diners at that table recognized Fang Xian Cheng and were not dissatisfied at all.

The teapot was empty. The county magistrate wiped the tea stains from the corners of his mouth with the wide sleeves of his official uniform, threw down the empty teapot and a few copper coins, took Li Xianyuan and walked out. As he walked, he said: "It's a long story, so you can follow

I'll go back to the government and explain it to you slowly!"

The sedan chair was parked in front of the inn. The county did not care about his status as an official or citizen, so he pulled Li Xianyuan to sit on the sedan chair.

Seeing that the county magistrate was really anxious, Li Xianyuan didn't refuse and sat on it.

Fortunately, the sedan was big enough for two people. With a slight movement, the sedan was lifted by four bearers, and it swayed slightly along the street towards the county government office.

The county magistrate also told Li Xianyuan the reason.

It turned out that the county magistrate's share of the book was kidnapped by a young Qinglin dragon that was more than ten feet tall.

No one was in trouble, but the fold was robbed. The officers and soldiers responsible for transporting the fold hurriedly went to the inn for help, only to find out that the fold had been sent to Xinjing by the young dragon.

There are gods, spirits, and cultivators in the world, and there are not a few of them who like poetry. And none of them can fly in the clouds and mist. It can even be said that before the poem was sent out of Wuhou City, the story of a boy's meteorological poem had already reached Xinjing.

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Some impatient people even wanted to kidnap Li Xianyuan and go to Xinjing. Fortunately, there was a way to stop Li Xianyuan, so Li Xianyuan's life could remain relatively peaceful.
Chapter completed!