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There was occasional whispering in the crowd.

After half a pillar of incense, the official sent to fetch people came back, and stepped forward to say: "My lord, the villain went to Xiangfang Yuan, and learned during the inquiry that the ** left Wuhou yesterday and will not be able to come back tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow?" the magistrate repeated in a low voice, patting the shocked wood: "In this case, put the two in a cell for the time being." When I come back tomorrow, I will open the hall again!

The officials on both sides knocked on the water and fire sticks in unison, and shouted in a long voice: "Might--Wu-"

Hum -

A long sword trembled and loomed over the sound of sticks.

"Canghai!" Li Xianyuan didn't look back, and snorted softly.

"Immortal ......" In the crowd, Ji Canghai, who was secretly pinching the sword technique, shouted anxiously.

Li Xianyuan bowed his hand to the magistrate: "Lord magistrate, can I explain a few words to my companion." ”

Zhixian waved his hand kindly: "Go, Case Chief Li." ”

"Master Xie. Li Xianyuan turned around and came to Ji Canghai under the hall.

"Don't be reckless. Li Xianyuan said in a low voice.

Ji Canghai's bright eyes were full of melancholy: "But you are going to be imprisoned......"

"It's just that he was put in prison, and he wasn't beheaded at noon. Li Xianyuan chuckled. "If so, it's not too late for you to save me. Feel relieved. I am the head of the case, and the magistrate will not neglect me. ”

"But if that bustard really knows you......" Ji Canghai wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Li Xianyuan.

"We'll talk about it then. ”

Two officials dragged Li Xiaoer up and escorted him to the back hall. The tall official also came to Li Xianyuan's side, bowed his hand to him, and was quite polite: "Case Chief Li, please follow along." ”

"Hmm. Li Xianyuan nodded. In Ji Canghai's worried gaze and whispers behind him, he walked to the back hall and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

The prison has not been a good place to stay since ancient times. Dark, damp, and stinky. I have heard the word Li Xianyuan prison a lot, but it is the first time I have seen it. I couldn't help but look around with some novelty.

The opposite of him is Li Xiaoer, who is crying with a sad face. I wanted to frame Li Xianyuan to make a profit, but I didn't expect to get myself into it.

The dungeon was dimly lit, and the light shone through only fist-sized gaps. The cells on both sides of the aisle were filled with several people in each. There are those who do not react, and there are also those who shout injustice when they see someone coming.

Li Xiaoer was herded into a manned cell, while Li Xianyuan was put in an uninhabited cell, undisturbed. The light here is better than elsewhere, and it's drier. The pervasive stench is not that bad.

This is normal. In the previous life, he was still a scholar, not to mention that the scholar here still has a heroic spirit.

I saw the official lock the door of the cell and was about to leave. Li Xianyuan suddenly stopped him: "This official, can you help me with something." ”

"Please speak first. The official clenched his fists. Even if Li Xianyuan was a prisoner at this time, he did not slack off.

Li Xianyuan hugged his fists in return: "Can you help me find some paper and pencils." ”

"Since the head of the case Li has ordered, the villain will do it himself, please wait a moment. ”

After the official said yes and left, Li Xianyuan found a dry haystack and sat down, meditating quietly.

Imprisoned, he was not as flustered as he imagined. The tempering of the mind in the past ten years is one thing, and Ji Canghai, as a cultivator, will not sit idly by. So he wasn't worried.

Sitting cross-legged on a haystack, the light outside the cell was projected, shining on Li Xianyuan's body, and the Dao beam made him like an immortal.

It's funny to say that he gets a long-lost relaxation here.

Since he was born, he learned that Li Xianyuan has been working hard to gain fame. After more than ten years of hard work, I dare not slack off. Now I finally got my wish.

This is the starting point that belongs to Li Xianyuan.

The pen and paper were sent, Li Xianyuan spread out the rice paper, dipped the brush in ink, and began to continue to write Journey to the West according to the content in his memory.

Ji Canghai came to deliver food to Li Xianyuan, but then refused to leave. even wanted to injure the officials and lock up Li Xianyuan. As a result, he was warned by Li Xianyuan: "If nothing happens, I can go out tomorrow, and I won't care about you when you are locked in a cell." ”

He gave up, hung his head, and reluctantly left the dim prison three times in one step.

When I opened the lunch box, the fragrance was filling. The mixed dungeon stench smells disgusting. However, for the inmates in other cells who have not eaten for several years, it is comparable to the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. One by one, they squeezed to a place close to Li Xianyuan and looked at him through the fence.

Li Xianyuan was not hungry at all, and concentrated on restoring Journey to the West. simply distributed the meals and harvested a piece of gratitude.

Li Xiaoer, who came in with him, shrank in the corner of the cell next door, swallowing saliva but not daring to step forward. Comfort yourself in your heart that you can continue to spend your days drinking tomorrow.

Late at night, sub-hour, and three watches. Time passed, and the sky brightened.

Li Xianyuan didn't sleep all night, and he will finish writing the entire Journey to the West by the candlelight of the candlelight sent by the official when the rooster crows in the early morning.

As one of the four famous Chinese novels, Journey to the West officially came out here silently, and it is still in a prison.

Speaking of which, in this world, the creation of poems, songs, and articles can evoke visions, but novels cannot. But this is also good, if writing a novel can also evoke visions, Li Xianyuan may not dare to write.

Li Xianyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the pen and ink, and carefully folded the stack of rice paper and stuffed it into the cuffs. Sitting straight on the haystack, waiting for the moment when the magistrate announced him.

On the third watch of the day, the door of the dungeon was suddenly opened, and a pair of officials walked down the steps. walked to the cells of Li Xiaoer and Li Xianyuan respectively.

** Returned, the case continues.

County government office.

"Ascend-hall-!"

"Might-Might-"

In unison, Li Xianyuan and the others were brought to the hall, and the hall was already crowded with people watching the excitement, and Ji Canghai was also among them.

Li Xianyuan stood straight, his robe neat. He hadn't slept all night, but he didn't see any tiredness. After writing Journey to the West, his spirit was at his peak.

After a few moments, the crowd parted, and an official walked up to the hall, followed by a bustard with a bewitching step.

Bustard's face is smeared with thick rouge gouache, a Roland shirt, most of the white flower breasts and thighs are exposed, and the eyes are thrown all the way, and you can smell the heavy pungent fragrance from afar.

The men in the crowd stared at their chests and couldn't take their eyes off them, and the women looked at the vixen who snorted shamelessly.

led the bustard to the front of the hall, and the official clenched his fists: "My lord, bring the bustard from Xiangfangyuan." ”

The bustard stepped forward, knelt down side by side with Li Xianyuan, and whispered in a soft voice: "The slave family is Wen Ruyu, and I have seen the magistrate. ”

Zhixian nodded: "Get up." ”

"Master Xie. The bustard stood up. On the side, Li Xiaoer winked at her.

The magistrate said in a deep voice: "Do you recognize this person?"

The bustard looked at Li Xianyuan, pretending to have just seen him, circled around him a few times, and suddenly pointed at Li Xianyuan, and suddenly realized that he was finished: "Oh~ you, you, you, you, you're finished!"

Li Xianyuan's gaze looked at her calmly.

The magistrate said in a deep voice: "In this way, do you recognize this person?"

"The slave family said that the slave family is careful. The bustard leaned into Li Xianyuan's ear and whispered, and the tip of his dexterous tongue licked Li Xianyuan's earlobe covertly, and then turned to the magistrate with a smile.

"Back to my lord. Bustard coquettishly, glanced back at Li Xianyuan, and continued.

"The slave family doesn't know this person. ”