After the Guozijian incident, Murong Xi's reputation completely spread in the capital and became the theme of people's after-dinner meals.

From the streets and alleys to the neighborhoods, Murong Xi is on his lips all day long.

Among them, the scholars who entered Beijing to take the exam were the most popular, different from the previous spit, and now they are worshipping and admiring, both of which are both.

So much so that in his heart, he denied the truth that Murong Xi had kneeled in front of the gate of Cining Palace.

Qinlan Garden is the most well-informed place, the protagonist is still the benefactor of the girls, and the recovered Zhixia will insinuate and praise Murong Xi when receiving guests.

But today is different.

Li Wenshu listened to her praise from heaven, and snorted disdainfully: "The class has an axe, what is there to show off." Not yet a man's boast? ”

After Junyao leaves, Zhixia is the girl who is most likely to become the next Oiran.

Her ability to observe words and colors is also first-class.

What's more, investigating Li Wenshu is an unspeakable secret that the entire Qinlan Garden can only understand.

She smiled flatteringly.

Picking up the light yarn hanging on the crook of his arm, Zhixia leaned over, slowly fell into Li Wenshu's arms, and hammered his chest delicately, "What the eldest prince of Li says is what it is, in the eyes of the slave family, the eldest prince is the moon in the sky, but it is impossible to get it." ”

Li Wenshu's cheap vanity was satisfied, his index finger scratched Zhixia's nose, and he smiled dotingly: "Count your sweet mouth, this son likes it." ”

"The slave family is not only sweet in the mouth, but also sweeter in the heart." Zhixia Yu raised his hand lightly, grabbed the wine jug and filled a glass for Li Wenshu, "The son came to Qinlan Garden, don't mention how happy the slave family is." Only through the son to tell the slave family about the outside world, the slave family can grow insight. ”

Li Wenshu smiled from ear to ear, drank the wine in the cup, grabbed Zhixia and wrapped her in his arms, "What does the little beauty want to know?" I'm going to tell you about it in bed today. ”

Zhixia Jiao pursed her lips shyly, "As long as the son speaks, the slave family likes to listen to it." ”

Li Wenshu is a typical gentleman, but Zhixia didn't dare to mention the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion too obviously.

You can only follow the good path.

The places where Li Wenshu fooled around all day long were nothing more than the Qinglou and the gambling house, and then the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When he is proud of the casino, he doesn't need to know Xia to ask, just by looking at his face, you can know that he has won a lot of money.

When frustrated, Li Wenshu avoided mentioning gambling houses the most.

Therefore, the most popular topic on Li Wenshu's lips can only be Xiangfu.

He smiled, raised his hand and gently rubbed Zhixia's smooth neck, his eyes gradually blurred, "The little beauty's neck is white and greasy, especially tempting." This year's cold winter has passed, it's too late, and next year my son will send the beauty a wolfskin jacket. ”

"Childe really?" Zhixia broke free from his arms, and a pair of autumn water scissors looked at Li Wenshu with anticipation.

Li Wenshu smiled, "Now that group of wolf cubs is still very small, and if you raise them again, when it is autumn, you will definitely be able to pick up a jacket." ”

"Wolf cubs?" Zhixia Mulu was suspicious, "Childe isn't making fun of the slave family, right?" The slave family is not greedy, as long as the son comes to see the slave family every other day, the real wolf skin jacket, the slave family can't afford it. ”

Li Wenshu was a little unrestrained in his slightly drunken state, and suddenly came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, even if you can't peel the skin yourself, this son will buy you one, come on, pour wine-"

Zhixia turned around and picked up the wine jug, and his eyes gradually deepened when no one saw him.

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Since the day of the fight, Rust has been holding the Four Books and Five Classics all day long and reading them carefully,

I don't know if I read it or not.

However, his behavior is much more dignified and generous than before.

Today is a triumphant return, bringing two important news.

Murong Xi pursed her lips and chuckled, after waiting for almost half a month, did the sealed Tietong finally find a gap?

Opening the note sent by Qin Lanyuan, Murong Xi scratched his head.

"Rusty, will anyone raise wolf cubs in the capital?"

"No." Rusty put his hands together, and said respectfully and calmly: "The wolves are wild and untamable, not to mention that in the place where the people in the city gather, even the hunting ground is difficult-uh-that-"

Rusty talk stuck halfway, suddenly not knowing how to continue.

Murong Xi couldn't help but smile, "You talk well, if you do this again, I'll go find someone's teeth-"

"Sell it to the mountains, right?" Rusty hung his head in annoyance, and it was really difficult to pretend to be a literati.

"Princess, wolves are not allowed to be raised, especially at the feet of the Son of Heaven."

Murong Xi narrowed her eyes and had a number in her heart.

Look at another letter, it came from Jishitang, and the envelope was also sealed with wax.

Murong Xi guessed that it was from Chu Cheng's hand.

After reading the letter at a glance and ten lines, Murong Xi looked solemn, and burned the letter to ashes with the help of the fire on the candlestick.

Murong Xi's clear pupils reflected a jumping flame, and she also wondered in her heart.

Looking for the person who wanted to kill her at the Night Gate, and suddenly stopped making this deal?

Is her life just a joke?

The chuckle on Murong Xi's face gradually sank.

"Don't kill?"

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Muyao got up and looked at Li Xiang in disbelief.

She had suspected Li Xiangmai of murder before, and under her repeated questioning, Li Xiang finally admitted that she had found a killer to secretly assassinate Murong Xi.

In the past few days, she has also been angry with Murong Xi's fame, Li Muyao found Li Xiang and asked why Murong Xi is still alive and well.

Li Xiang picked up the scissors and cut off the wick carelessly, "I have stopped a long time ago, I just wanted to test Murong Xi's status in Jiang Huaiyin's heart." ”

"But after all, my father paid the money, and the Dark Night Gate has always had a beginning and an end, so why should my father rush to take back his life?" Li Muyao was anxious.

Jiang Huaiyin is not dead, she doesn't care.

Her biggest wish this year is to make Murong Xi disappear forever.

Li Xiang said: "Her life is still useful, Yao'er still didn't listen to her father's words, just Murong Xi, why always put her in her eyes?" ”

Li Muyao also realized that her reaction was too extreme, and hurriedly changed her words: "Father doesn't know, she caused a big storm in the Guozijian a few days ago, and if she continues, maybe her daughter's title as the first talented woman will be robbed by her." ”

Li Muyao knew it.

In Guozijian, her fame is not as good as before.

In the past, it was just a poem to praise the scenery of the four seasons and carry forward the spirit of the horse.

Murong Xi single-handedly changed the perception of men in the world about women and improved the self-confidence in women's hearts.

Li Muyao clenched her back molars, "If you lose to her again, your daughter's status and reputation will be no different from other noble girls." ”

"No matter how knowledgeable and talented you are, you are married to a wife." Li Xiang comforted.

The daughter's reputation is the most important, but it also depends on who the opponent is.

How can a married woman, or a person who sooner or later be pushed out as a pawn, compare with the pearl of his palm?

"Yao'er, rest assured, the queen will lift the grounding before the spring hunt at the latest, and at that time, the father will arrange your relationship with His Royal Highness as soon as possible."

Hearing this news, Li Muyao's agitated emotions finally eased.

She breathed a sigh of relief, "That's for the best." ”