The credit for making meteorological poems can be great or small. Even if it is a poem that scares ghosts and gods, there will only be visions when it is written for the first time. No matter how you write it after that, there will be no visions again.

The symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning. It can only be used as a kind of elegant thing, passed down through the mouths of scholars and recorded in history.

But throughout history, those who can write meteorological poems are all great Confucian scholars. With the wave of their hands, they can spread the rain of awe-inspiring energy and kill foreign monsters. Li Xianyuan only wrote meteorological poems when he was a child, and his future is immeasurable.

Ye Gong loves dragons, and there are many dragons who are good at poetry and prose. Therefore, it is not surprising that a young dragon robbed the slow-moving Zhezi on the official road and quickly returned to Xinjing in the clouds and fog. After all, humans and immortals live together here, and spirits are rampant.

There are many gods and monsters living in Xinjing. Not long ago, Lu Dongbin got very drunk with a bull demon in a restaurant.

The crown prince and the second prince had received the news early, and they both wanted to bring Li Xianyuan into their side. Even a magistrate from the crown prince's faction came forward and claimed that Li Xianyuan should be granted the title of marquis, which caused an uproar and countless scorn.

However, it is not that there is no support. Looking at the past, the great scholars who wrote meteorological poems were all awarded the title of marquis. Now that Li Xianyuan has written the vision poem, it is only a matter of time before he is granted the title of marquis.

So early in the morning, the court hall was in chaos, and the two factions refused to give way to each other. Until three o'clock in the morning, Concubine An from the harem suddenly ran into the hall and cried to the emperor.

Princess Huiming is missing.

This morning, the maid helped the princess get up and found that she was not in bed. She was frightened and looked around, and soon the whole harem was in commotion. The princess disappeared, which was unprecedented.

So the early morning court ended unhappily, and the emperor hurried to Princess Huiming's bedroom in the harem. After checking it for a while, he burst out laughing and said that my daughter was missing and had obviously escaped from the palace.

It seems to have nothing to do with Li Xianyuan, but if you think about it carefully, you can guess that Princess Huiming is probably looking for Li Xianyuan.

Princess Huiming loved poetry and was obsessed with it. When she was young, she made a promise: "Whoever writes a meteorological poem will marry him regardless of age, even if he is a monster."

Nowadays, she is already tall and graceful. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is quite famous in Xinjing and is admired by scholars. No one wants to reach the sky in one step and become a consort.

It's just that the prince-in-law is not that easy to be a prince-in-law. Only today he can write a meteorological poem, and his age is similar to that of Princess Huiming.

Therefore, Princess Huiming escaped from the palace overnight, which makes sense.

As a princess of Dashang, Princess Huiming was blessed with national luck in the realm of Dashang. With the sword talisman given by Lu Dongbin, she naturally had peace of mind and was protected from evil spirits.

It's just that Li Xianyuan is in trouble.

The charge of kidnapping Princess Dashang was no joke. Even though the matter had nothing to do with Li Xianyuan, Princess Huiming left the palace because of him, and it was now related to Li Xianyuan.

Fortunately, the emperor was open-minded. When the right minister was reporting on Li Xianyuan's crimes, he even said with great interest: "Let the young people handle their own affairs. We old guys should not interfere."

Fang Xian Cheng spent a stick of incense to smoothen things over, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured a cup for Li Xianyuan without any pretense.

Li Xianyuan pondered: "Right Prime Minister...Do I have any grudge against him?"

Fang Xian Cheng blew the tea leaves floating in the cup, took a sip, put down the cup and shook his head: "You two are separated by 72,000 miles, how can he have any hatred for you?"

The two of them were sitting in the back hall of the county government office. There was no case to be handled today, so the front hall was very quiet.

Li Xianyuan was puzzled: "If not, why do you want to interfere with me in front of the emperor?"

Fang Xian Cheng took a deep breath of the fragrance of tea that was floating in the air, and said slowly: "In the eyes of the right prime minister, there is no human worldly sophistication, only the laws of the great merchants. This man is upright and upright, and has even directly remonstrated with the current emperor several times. The emperor also loves and hates him.

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Li Xianyuan nodded, which made sense. He read Jinglun poetry and essays all day long and didn't understand much about the affairs of the court.

Later, Li Xianyuan told the magistrate about the room. The stab marks on the bed were enough to show that someone wanted to kill him, so he couldn't hide it.

Fangxian Cheng was shocked, and then he got angry and slapped the case, and the tea cup collapsed and the tea spilled on the floor.

"How unreasonable! Do you think I don't exist when I'm killing you in Wuhou County?"

The temperament of Fangxian's chief minister can be seen at a glance.

After losing his temper for a long time and shaking the screen in the back hall, Prime Minister Fang sat down and stared at Li Xianyuan: "Who do you think this person is?"

He had no airs about Li Xianyuan, and it was more like an elder's love for a younger generation.

Li Xianyuan said: "No matter who it is, Liu Jixin and his son are the least suspicious."

Fang Xian Cheng nodded in agreement: "The Liu family is also a famous salt merchant, so it is impossible for them to pay for murder."

Li Xianyuan's uncle Liu Jixin flashed in his mind, and he said, "If that person wants to kill me, he will definitely look for another opportunity when he sees that I am still alive."

Hearing this, Fang Xian Cheng looked a little more serious and said in a deep voice: "You...are you going to use yourself as a bait to lure people in the dark?"

Li Xianyuan nodded. This was why he found sword marks on the bed and his expression remained normal. He didn't want to alert the enemy. Who knew whether the enemy was hiding in the dark.

"This won't work!" Fang Xiancheng flatly refused: "It's too dangerous. Although you have written meteorological poems and have a majestic spirit, you have no power to protect yourself."

Li Xianyuan wrote two visionary poems, and the bright hall was filled with stars. The aura of awe-inspiringness was many times higher than that of a child without any meteorological poems. The next one, the awe-inspiring poem, was enough to compare his awe-inspiring aura with that of a scholar.

Now he is good enough to start to develop a sharp tongue.

But you can never kill people with words and words, and it is useless to learn it.

The blood light will be entangled with the aura of awe-inspiring energy forever and cannot dissipate. As long as it is used, its true form will be revealed. Therefore, the blood light scholar has almost disappeared from the world.

Without the aura of awe-inspiring power, a scholar is just a helpless commoner.

Li Xianyuan has an indifferent temperament and seems to be careless about everything, but he also has a stubborn side. Prime Minister Fang County always talks bad things and even threatens to imprison him, but it does not help.

Fangxian Cheng couldn't resist him and scolded him with a smile: "I have never seen such a stubborn boy as you. You are worthy of being a student of Huo Jinglun."

Then he said sternly: "The person who wants to kill you seems to want to kill you before the reward from Xinjing comes down. Even if the incident happens, just introduce a scapegoat. But when the reward comes down, even if they have ten courages, they will not dare to do this.

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Fang County Prime Minister said to Li Xianyuan in a deep voice: "You are in the limelight. Although the tree is big and attracts the wind, it is still a good opportunity. There are many gods and spirits who like poetry. At critical moments, they may secretly help you. Thirty years ago

It was because of a meteorological poem that Shangshu Hubu won the favor of the Dragon Girl of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea."

"I will send two guards to protect you secretly for the time being, so be extremely careful."

Li Xianyuan nodded and took Fang County Cheng's advice to heart.
Chapter completed!