"No trouble, no trouble." The waiter said hurriedly, ran to the window seat, wiped the table diligently, and ran downstairs with a gust of wind.

Several regular diners recognized Li Xianyuan and greeted each other. Li Xianyuan returned the greeting one by one and walked to the table by the window to sit down.

The sun was high in the sky, and the bright sunshine was pouring down. Half of the table was under the sun, and the wet marks on the table gradually disappeared.

Li Xianyuan looked at the bustling streets below and was fascinated.

Not long after, the waiter ran up and brought a pot of tea to Li Xianyuan: "Master Li, this is a gift from the guest officer over there."

Looking as the waiter pointed, a gentle young man picked up the tea cup and looked at Li Xianyuan from afar, nodding slightly with a smile on his face.

Li Xianyuan responded with his hands raised.

"It's a little different from what I imagined." He brought the tea to his lips and took a sip. The gentle young man behaved elegantly.

The young man holding the sword took off the sword and put it on the table, and whispered: "Master, are you talking about tea or people?"

"Both." The gentle young man played with the exquisite tea cup and said casually: "I have always felt that tea is best when you are thirsty. People are only talented when they are in need."

"Young master, what do you mean, is he a great talent?" The young man holding the sword was suspicious and couldn't help but cast a few glances at Li Xianyuan. His temperament and background were indeed extraordinary, but his age really did not allow people to take him seriously.

Mr. Wen Run shook his head slightly and said: "If it were you, you would have written two poems at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and you would have made a name for yourself with the great scholars and left your name in history. Officials and gentry rushed to visit you and win over you. You won't be able to stay here for more than one night."

Wenqian, is it a noisy inn located in a busy city?"

The young man holding the sword thought for a while and shook his head decisively.

"When I saw Wang Meng, I was still worried about whether I was too late. Now it seems that my elder brother's lobbyist has hit a wall." The gentle young man opened the folding fan, flapped it a few times and then closed it again. He stood up and said, "Let's go, find someone."

Let’s settle down.”

The young man holding the sword grabbed the sword and stood up quickly, hesitatingly saying: "Prince... Young Master, why don't we go find him now?"

The gentle and handsome young master has clear eyes and a graceful demeanor with a smile on his lips: "Now that I know that my eldest brother has not succeeded, there is no need to be so anxious. It is rare to come out, so I will visit Wuhou County more often. I heard that there is a top girl in a brothel here who writes poems to attract marriage.

The winner can enjoy a kiss, so he might as well join in the fun."

On the other side, Li Xianyuan looked out the window, only glancing slightly when the two young men left.

That man looked a bit like Xu Weichang. But the difference was that Xu Weichang always had a spring breeze smile, which seemed quite fake, while this gentle young man was much more real.

After lunch, Li Xianyuan called a carriage and left the city for the printing house.

The printing shop is in good order and more than half of them have been printed. I think we will have thousands of copies in a few days.

Li Xianyuan picked up a book casually. The yellowed paper exuded an ancient flavor and was quite similar to the content.

The workers in the bookstore are not very literate, so naturally they cannot read the content of Journey to the West. Even those who are literate will not read it. After all, I have never seen anyone selling human meat buns that I can eat to my heart's content.

Li Xianyuan didn't see the lean, taciturn man. After asking, he learned that he had something to do at home two days ago and had asked for leave to leave home.

The confrontation between Chunyang and Zhao Jiao was also a few days ago. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe...

After returning from the printing house, there was a long queue of horse-drawn carriages entering the city. When passing by the brothel, there was a noise outside.

"What's wrong?" Li Xianyuan in the car couldn't help but lift the curtain and look curiously.

A large number of scholars dressed as scholars gathered around the gate of Shangfangyuan, pretending to be elegant, chatting and laughing with each other, and glanced at Shangfangyuan from time to time.

The coachman was a little old man, and he said without turning his head: "Young Master, you don't know something. Recently, a leading lady came to this brothel. She is as beautiful as a flower, and she is different from other girls. She does not seek wealth, but only loves talent. I heard

There is some kind of poetry gathering, and the most powerful person can be charming all night long."

The coachman obviously visited places like this with fireworks frequently on weekdays, and he always spoke in the same way.

"It's interesting." Li Xianyuan replied politely and lowered the curtain.

"Who says it's not the case?" The coachman's voice came into the carriage through the curtain. "I heard the number one is called... what is Ruyu?"

"Ruyu?"

Wen Ruyu?

A traveling carriage suddenly stopped at the end of the bridge.

Li Xianyuan jumped out of the car and walked to the door of Shangfangyuan, pushing through the crowd and entering.

A bustard walked over with a charming smile. Before he could speak, Li Xianyuan said, "I'm looking for someone."

"Young master, you are just joking. Who would come to my Fang Appreciation Courtyard to find a girl?" The Madam's eyes lit up when she saw Li Xianyuan's appearance, and she waved her handkerchief.

Li Xianyuan dodged and said, "I'm here to see Miss Ruyu."

"Ouch! Of those talented people outside the door, none of them are looking for Miss Ruyu..."

Consciously talking nonsense to her, Li Xianyuan raised his head and glanced at the second floor, walked past the stairs aside, lifted up his robe and stepped up.

"Sir, wait..."

Behind him, the bustard was chasing after him. In front of him, Li Xianyuan stepped forward with an expressionless face. He arrived at the door in a dozen seconds and stretched out his hand to knock on the door.

After a while, the door opened a crack, and a petite head stuck out. It was the little maid named Huahua.

At this time, the bustard was out of breath and caught up with him, panting: "Young... Young Master."

Huahua came out and explained a few words to her, and then the madam refused to retreat. The little maid glanced at Li Xianyuan and tilted her head pretending to be displeased: "What are you doing here?"

"Miss Ruyu is here."

"Humph, if you want to see my young lady, wait outside the door." The little maid shook her head, puffed her lips and ignored him. She secretly glanced at Li Xianyuan out of the corner of her eye.

Li Xianyuan thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and left.

The little maid was anxious this time. She looked at Li Xianyuan's back at a loss and didn't know what to say. Then she ran back to the room crying and told Wen Ruyu in the room.

"Leave!?" Wen Ruyu, who was still looking at ease, suddenly stood up, and her fox tail stood up and exploded behind her.

"Miss, did I make Mr. Li angry?" The little maid looked like she was about to cry.

"This guy..." Wen Ruyu gritted her teeth, not understanding Li Xianyuan's intentions.

If he really doesn't care, he won't come. If he comes, it means he cares about him, but what's the matter with coming and leaving again...

"Huahua, please tell me the process again."

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"Sir, what's so good about these rouge powders?" A young man holding a sword couldn't help but said to the crowd outside the Fang Shangyuan.

"You don't understand, this is called sentiment." The gentle young man waved his folding fan gently, and his silk silk danced gracefully.

"Look, young master! It's Li Xianyuan!" The young man holding the sword suddenly screamed and pointed at a young man who walked out of the door of the Fang Shangfang Courtyard.

The gentle young man looked at it with great interest and marveled: "Unexpectedly, this 'Master Li' is also a person of interest, which is quite interesting."

The young man holding the sword muttered something, probably because he wanted to go to a brothel before his hair was fully grown. His tone was full of envy.

Also, he can only protect the gentle young man all day long, so how can he have the chance to visit a place like this with fireworks.
Chapter completed!