In the end, Li Xianyuan did not tell the county about Princess Huiming. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the emperor's message "good for yourself" has come down, and I will find a way to send her back?

Li Xianyuan doesn't plan to pay attention to her, how love is, it's good to be air.

The only question is whether the princess who smuggled out of the palace can be as reassuring as air.

Back at the inn, there was no one in the room, and Li Xianyuan also took a special look at the cabinet. I thought I was running somewhere to play, so I didn't care about her. Call Xiao Er to clean up the bed and change the bed with a new quilt.

Xiao Er entered the room and looked at the tattered bedding, a little stunned. However, he still changed Li Xianyuan into a new dry bedding. Li Xianyuan handed over the silver ticket, but Xiao Er insisted on refusing to accept it.

"If there is anything else to do, let the little one be ordered. After tidying up the room, Xiao Er closed the door and left.

The calm that has not been seen in a long time.

Li Xianyuan sat at the table, and wanted to take off the painting tube he was carrying. After a moment's thought, he withdrew his hand. If the barbarian princess saw this painting, she would definitely not give up.

With nothing to do, Li Xianyuan closed his eyes and entered the Ming Hall, and the three-point starlight in the starry sky above his head was still dim. Li Xianyuan suddenly realized.

Although I have experienced so many things, it has only been three or four hours, and the time has just reached the afternoon.

It was rare to be idle, Li Xianyuan took the rice paper and pressed it with a paperweight. Take out the inkstone and grind it carefully. In the middle of the night, the inkstone is thick and jet black. Immediately, Li Xianyuan took the brush, dipped it in black ink, and the tip of the white pen was stained with a little black. Hold a pen in your right hand and drag your sleeve with your left hand to write on rice paper.

He listed the things and problems that he had to do in the near future.

Tomorrow I will go to the printing house;

Ten days later, the old lady of the Li family had a big birthday;

the difficult brutal princess;

There is also Wen Ruyu and Situ Yanran......

The nib of the pen stagnated in the air and did not fall for a long time.

Since ancient times, it has been the most difficult to accept the grace of beauties. Although Wen Ruyu and Situ Yanran haven't liked themselves yet, their secret feelings are faintly visible. Especially Situ Yanran, Shen Sheng's incident broke her heart. If you have another incident......

Li Xianyuan smiled bitterly in his heart, it had been less than ten days since he came down the mountain, and so many red faces appeared. If it was a fairy tale novel in the previous life, it would be a big work.

The brush is put into the pen wash, and the thick ink on the tip of the pen is scattered, and the water in the pen wash is plated with a few stains. Put away the four treasures of the study that are extremely simple.

In the blink of an eye, several hours passed, and it was late at night. Princess Huiming seems to have disappeared and has not returned.

Li Xianyuan is business as usual. In the dead of night, turn off the lights and sleep in clothes.

The figure on the bed slept in clothes, his chest rising and falling slightly. On the inside of the bed is a roll of bamboo.

The moonlight penetrates the thin window paper, pours onto the ground, and coats it with a layer of coldness.

The calm lasted for a long time, until the window opened without warning.

A dark shadow jumped into the room by moonlight. Step to the table. In a moment, a little fire lit up, and an oil lamp illuminated the room.

"Little Lizi, give Bengong a thump on his legs. ”

Wu Yi came to the bedside, and his tone was light, as if he was ordering a minion.

Li Xianyuan's eyes slowly opened, glanced at the girl beside the bed, and closed them again.

"Believe it or not, I killed you. ”

The sound of turning cold came to my ears.

Ignore it, listen to the footsteps and walk away, and then turn back. The next moment, there was a sudden sharp burning pain on his face.

But in the blink of an eye, there was another herbal tea with the fragrance of tea. The iced tea provoked Li Xianyuan to take a sharp breath and sit on the bed.

"Are you up will?" Wu Yi was still holding an empty cup in his hand, and said with a smile: "Just now, this girl saw a fire on your body, so she kindly took water to extinguish it." ”

Li Xianyuan's bangs were close to his forehead, and a few tea leaves were stained on it. The droplets of water condensed and dripped at the tips of the hair, and it looked very embarrassing.

"Princess Xie helped. After being silent for a long time, Wu Yi patiently lost Li Xianyuan before speaking. Silently got out of bed and walked out the door.

"Where are you going. ”

"Sleep outside. ”

Iron――

The sword unsheathed. A cold light sword was in front of Li Xianyuan.

The sword body is extremely thin, and the color is like frost and snow. There was a faint cold light. The hilt of the sword is a five-clawed golden dragon carving. The body was held in Wu Yi's hands.

This sword is an item of the imperial palace, and it is very likely that it is even the personal possession of the emperor. He also recognized Wu Yi as Princess Huiming with this sword.

Probably Li Xianyuan's reaction made her feel bored, Wu Yi pursed her lips and no longer made it difficult: "This palace is just idle to come and see you dog slave, since there is nothing to do, this palace will leave." ”

Say goodbye to the sword. Li Xianyuan turned around again, and her figure was no longer in the room, only two windows were wide open.

Until morning, the sun rises. Wu Yi did not appear to tease Li Xianyuan.

As always, Li Xianyuan got up early and washed up, changed out of the children's robe and put on a white and green shirt, went to the backyard to take care of Xiaoqing first, and then went to Huashuge.

The shopkeeper of Huashuge waited for a long time, and when he saw Li Xianyuan coming, he invited him to the carriage waiting on the side of the road.

The printing workshop is on the outskirts of Wuhou County, which is quite far away. It took half an hour to arrive at a low workshop outside the city.

Here is four or five miles away from Wuhou City, and you can see the city wall of Wuhou City faintly.

When I entered the workshop, I saw that it was in full swing. Workshop workers take out the pulp with a bamboo curtain and squeeze it to dry.

At this time, there is movable type printing, only need to put the Yang text anti-text clay word block into the word plate, ink printing, very simple.

The shopkeeper of Huashuge took Li Xianyuan to a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears: "Come to introduce you, this is the Hu manager of the printing shop." Hu Guan, this is the head of Li Xianyuan's Li case, who has been in Wuhou City in the past few days. ”

"I have long admired the name of Li Gongzi. Steward Hu was polite, smiling and narrowing his eyes.

"You're welcome. Li Xianyuan returned the salute.

The shopkeeper took over the conversation and said to Steward Hu: "Li Gongzi wanted to print some books, found me, and I found you again." You must help with this. ”

"You have to help, you have to help. Steward Hu nodded again and again, smiling and touching his smooth double chin: "I just don't know the number of words in Li Gongzi's book." ”

Journey to the West has a total of 100 chapters and more than 820,000 words. Li Xianyuan can write Yingying Xiaokai with the help of Haoran's breath, and the whole article is only palm-thick.

The printable book is a uniform abrasive tool, and the word nail is large. If the whole book is written together, it is half a foot thick.

After thinking about it, Li Xianyuan divided Journey to the West into ten volumes. Each volume is divided into 10 volumes.

And this first volume is called - Havoc in the Heavenly Palace

handed over the first ten times to the Hu steward, but he didn't expect him to look at it, so he called his subordinates to give him a small stack of rice paper and told him to take it to make clay characters.

His men were tall and thin, and they didn't speak much. took the rice paper, turned around and walked away without saying a word.

Whether it is the shopkeeper of Huashuge or the manager of the printing shop. It seems that they all take Zhiwei novels very lightly. Even the shopkeeper who valued Li Xianyuan only casually mentioned whether he wanted to hand over the book to my Huashuge.

The subordinate left with the first volume of Journey to the West, and Steward Hu turned his head and piled up a smile: "Since it is a friend of Liu's shopkeeper, the price is negotiable." Count on your four pages and one article. ”

After a short time, the subordinate came back with rice paper and said, "More than 80,000 words, 300,33 pages." ”