Halfway through the carriage, one of the guards suddenly jumped out of the carriage. The pen and the fun www.biquge.info groom were busy pulling the reins and drawing a few zhang away before stopping urgently. A long scratch was left on the bluestone surface.

The guard caught up and said to the two people in the carriage: "Li Gongzi, big brother." I'll go and tell the prefectural lords. Let him send troops to protect him. ”

The guard in the carriage said, "Go and go back quickly." I'll protect Li Gongzi first. ”

The guard nodded, ran around the corner, and disappeared, and the groom pulled the reins and set off again.

At night, the carriage galloped through the streets, and the sound of tuk-tuk horses' hooves was crisp.

Compared to the nervousness of the guards and grooms, Li Xianyuan looked much calmer. Only a pair of eyes glanced left and right, and the pen in his right hand stayed in the air.

The guard was surprised: "Li Gongzi, what are you still doing with that pen." ”

"Write poetry. ”

"Poetry?"

The guards were stunned. can only sigh that he is worthy of being the head of the Li case, he is not in danger when he is assassinated, and he is still interested in composing poems.

He naturally couldn't imagine that Li Xianyuan was brewing poems against the enemy.

Haoran's qi is useless, and he has not learned his words. A few ordinary guards couldn't stop the cultivators. The only thing that can protect one's body is the vision that he evokes when he writes the poem.

With Li Xianyuan's understanding of Wu Yi, she would never kill herself or sneak attack in an instant, but would play with it like a cat and mouse for a while. This changeable girl is the only one who will not change.

It will also be a turning point for him.

Life is at stake, and I don't care about pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Li Xianyuan's poems are naturally shocking and how they come about.

Fortunately, it was not until the carriage suddenly stopped in front of the infirmary, marking the mark. Wu Yi also did not appear, and seemed to be haunted by trouble.

The guard jumped off his horse and slammed the door of the infirmary.

"Open the door!

The door was pounding constantly, and the empty street seemed quiet under the moonlight, as if there was a resentful gaze hiding in the darkness, looking here with bad intentions.

Only then did an old shout come from inside the door: "Who, it disturbs people's dreams in the middle of the night." ”

Hearing someone come out, the guards slammed the door harder, the dust shook down, and he almost knocked it apart: "My son-in-law was stabbed by an assassin, hurry up and open the door for treatment!"

"It's coming, it's coming. Don't knock, your old ears will be deafened. The old voice complained, and there was a sparse sound, and the footsteps walked in.

Crunch――

The door was opened, and the guard pushed it open, helping Li Xianyuan into the hospital.

"Alas, how can you break in. Then I saw a gray-haired old man in a white shirt staggering back a few steps and shouting.

The guard helped Li Xianyuan sit down, and said hurriedly: "Langzhong, my son-in-law's injury is serious and can't be delayed, you can heal quickly!"

The old man saw Li Xianyuan's entire sleeve that was almost soaked with blood, sighed, and trembled to the table to pick up the clean cloth.

"Master Hou...... What should I do. The groom poked his head out the door.

The guard shouted: "You wait outside first, and shout if there is a situation!"

The old man hurriedly said: "This strong man is tired and quiet, and my inner man is still resting behind." ”

The guard nodded hurriedly: "You hurry up and heal my son-in-law."

"But ......" the old man held up the strip of cloth, but he didn't act: "The old man is dizzy, and he can't see anything when it's dark...... Besides, I didn't pay attention to the injury. ”

The hospital was lit only by oil lamps, and the flames were flickering and about to go out, and it was very dim.

"Aren't you Lang Zhong! How can Lang Zhong not heal!"

The old man looked embarrassed and defended: "Will Lang Zhong see any disease?" On weekdays, he also treats some minor ailments such as headache, brain fever, bruising and cough for the neighborhood. If you ask me to heal my sword wounds, I really haven't tried it. ”

Li Xianyuan interrupted the words of the two: "Brother guard, lend me your waist knife." ”

The guard was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly handed the steel knife respectfully with both hands.

Li Xianyuan grabbed the handle of the knife and aimed the tip of the knife at himself. The guard screamed and slashed near the wound.

The steel knife was thrown back to the guards, and Li Xianyuan grabbed the fabric and tore it hard—the entire sleeve was torn off by the roots.

The material of the child's robe is good, but it has not yet reached the point where water and fire do not invade and the knife cannot be broken. It's still possible to go up to the showman's robe.

Li Xianyuan's arm was covered with blood like green tendons, and there was a deep wound on his shoulder, and blood gushed out when he pressed it.

The tip of the sword is sharp, and the bleeding cannot be stopped. Fortunately, the sword was not fed with poison, otherwise Li Xianyuan's body would have been cold for a long time.

"Clear water. Li Xianyuan said.

The old doctor was busy getting the jug, and the guards were holding steel knives in front of Li Xianyuan.

The old doctor brought water, and Li Xianyuan took water to clean the wound. Wrap the shoulders around with a strip of clean cloth and squeeze them to stop the bleeding. It's just a small medical hall, and it doesn't even have gold sore medicine.

"Who!"

Suddenly, the guard suddenly shouted.

Li Xianyuan's dark eyes condensed, and the aura of luck was written in mid-air, and at the same time he read aloud.

"Ten years of grinding a ......"

"Wait! The official is my son, not a villain, not a villain. The old doctor's panicked voice interjected.

I saw a child of four or five years old hiding behind a wall, and looked out carefully. The old doctor stood in front of him and begged for mercy.

"Your son?"

The guard looked at the old doctor with suspicion in his eyes.

The old doctor laughed dryly: "The old man has a child, just such a baby pimple...... The official master put the knife down quickly, don't scare him. ”

"Put it down, just a child. Li Xianyuan also said, dissipating the aura of Haoran and writing down.

This is not Journey to the West, and the girl is not a monster. It's not like playing the white bone spirit. And if she thinks about it, she will also build the foundation period to cultivate, and she can't learn the art of change if she wants to.

After a false alarm, Li Xianyuan looked away at the medical hall. The medical hall is not big, there are bottles and cans in the corner, and behind the cabinet is a row of medicine boxes, and the smell of Chinese herbal medicine is mixed.

"Brother Guard, what's your name. Li Xianyuan asked the guards with nervous faces written on their faces.

The guards looked left and right, lest the gangsters attack. The old doctor hid in the corner with his young son in his arms. And the victim Li Xianyuan turned flat and looked left and right, with a stark contrast. So much so that even the tense atmosphere in the medical hall has dissipated a lot.

The guard said respectfully: "My name is Song Shan, and that person just now is my younger brother's name Song Shi." Li Gongzi just called us two Ah Shan Ah Shi. ”

"Brother Shan, I'm tired of you. ”

Li Gongzi was polite. The guard didn't look back, but his voice was faintly excited.

After a while, the noise of horses' hooves suddenly came from outside. Immediately after that, the groom rushed in from outside, pointed to the door and shouted nervously: "Father-in-law, father-in-law, a large group of officials are here!"

The chief of the guard breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Li Xianyuan with a happy face: "Li Gongzi, the magistrate has sent someone." ”

The sound of horses' hooves approached and was loud.

Li Xianyuan stood and walked out of the door under the escort of the guards, and saw a row of fire dragons coming in the distance of the street, leading more than a dozen horses. In the blink of an eye, they came to the front and dismounted.

The person at the head is the magistrate of the county who has a one-sided relationship, and the county lord, the master bookkeeper, and the master behind him are all here.