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Emperor Xuanming talked with Mr. Tianji all night long.

Emperor Xuanming dismissed all eyes and ears, ordered some refreshments and tea, chose a pleasing room, and pulled Song Li to sit there all night with a half-smile.

Xiao Wenle also stayed overnight outside the house where the two were talking, stubbornly looking at the slender silhouette projected on the window lattice by the candlelight across the large dark open space and the strong soldiers closely guarding the hut.

He inexplicably felt that he had been watching for a long time, not just for a short night, but also for tens of thousands of years.

In the twilight of dawn, the dark giant fled desperately.

The long-closed door opened its mouth, and the luxurious and handsome man walked out, being hugged and left in a mighty manner.

Xiao Wenle entered the room with a little haste, and saw the thin young man sitting lazily behind the table, smiling brightly at him with his delicate chin resting on one hand, "You're here."

Xiao Wenle's mind fluttered and exhaustion swept away, he nodded subconsciously, remembering this person's blind sight again, and hurriedly said, "Well, are you hungry or thirsty? Pour you a cup of tea? Or do you want to eat something?"

Although his expression was cold, his tone was cautious and thoughtful, completely forgetting the cold-blooded self-restraint that the owner of the Seizing Soul Pavilion should have, and also forgetting to care about the rise and fall of the Seizing Soul Pavilion in the future.

Song Li smiled and shook his head, "Go and call all the people in the pavilion who can write, and bring more pens, ink, paper and inkstones."

Without asking why, Xiao Wenle turned around and gave instructions.

There are more than a hundred people in Seizing Soul Pavilion, all of whom have learned the skills of chasing souls and hiding their whereabouts, but not many can write, and at least dozens of people can do it, and it is also to better cover themselves to complete the assassination mission.

The assassins gathered together with pens and inks in their hands, and the room that was not spacious at all was fully occupied.Xiao Wenle personally brought the refreshments, blew warm tea and placed it by Song Li's hand.

No one came in, the young man knocked on the table to focus his attention, "From now on, I read, you write."

Everyone was startled by the loyal dog posture of the pavilion master. Hearing this, they hurriedly grabbed the brushes and arranged the papers, their hearts were unavoidably messed up.Before the emperor left, he threatened the pavilion master not to allow them to kill?Or is the pavilion master planning to cleanse Seizing Soul Pavilion for the sake of love change?So you will sell the script later?

The clear and melodious voice of the young man resounded, "The title of this book is "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty".

The sun happily dragged the orange dress to the sky, and the flowers, birds, fish and insects discussed the game of the new day.

In a remote mansion in the southern suburbs of Qizhou, a group of ruthless executioners are frowning and writing, and the spring is bright outside the window.

……

Song Li recited the earth's famous classical poems while straightening out the events of last night in his mind.

Emperor Xuanming always had doubts about him.

Even though he claims to be able to predict cause and effect and know the future.

Just "three stars change together, the world changes masters" can't completely dispel Emperor Xuanming's killing intent towards Duoshun Pavilion, indeed Xiao Wenle.

Song Li pointedly pointed out another purpose of Emperor Xuanming's long-planned trip. ——Change the fate of the future queen, make her peach blossoms wither, and have a special liking for the phoenix heart entwined with the dragon.

Chu Xiangxiang's flood of peach blossoms is even worse than that of the emperor Xuanming.Emperor Xuanming felt deeply about this point.

King Xiang has paid for it sincerely, but the Goddess is passionate.Because of the deep love, I can't bear it even more.

The world has been decided, so it is in the bag.A beautiful woman is rare, how would you like to go deep?

The emperor, who was troubled by love, promised firmly, "As long as Xiangxiang is calm and distracted in the future, I am the only one in my mind, and I don't go around to attract people's covetousness, not to mention Seizing Soul Pavilion, so why not owe Mr. a kindness?"

Therefore, at this time, what Song Li started to prepare was the first step to change Chu Xiangxiang's fate—cutting the peach blossoms.

The reason why Chu Xiangxiang is so easy to be enamored and obsessed with is nothing more than the halo of the heroine: peerless beauty, amazing talent, kindness and purity like a lost deer.

But the shocking talent comes from stealing the works and articles of the predecessors; the kindness and purity come from knowing that others are vying for protection, and they are vain and conceited in their hearts; people addicted to...

Song Li closed his eyes, everything will be exposed step by step.

……

For several days in a row, "Tang Poetry", "Song Ci", "Yuan Qu", "Yuefu", "Chu Ci" did not fall out, and everyone who copied the books in the Duosun Pavilion thought that this time they would be able to meet the enemy with poetry. There is no bloodshed.

However, Song Li shattered their fantasy in a blink of an eye, "Take these books for reproduction and send them to several famous book clubs in the city. I hope they will become famous all over the world soon."

Everyone who copied the book stared at them, not only did they not shut their mouths so that they could use this anthology to make a fortune, but also shared these excellent words that are hard to find through the ages for free?Such a boldness...Mr. Tianji is really extraordinary.

Xiao Wenle has been on the sidelines all the time, and naturally knows where Chu Xiangxiang's so-called literary talent comes from, and still admires Song Li's move.Honest and unselfish.

Another sunny day.

Xiao Wenle finished his official duties and ran over to stare at Song Li eagerly, but didn't do anything, just sat silently, staring unscrupulously.

The gray cloth on which the young man was blindfolded was replaced by a white cloth, which was thoroughly dyed by the thick bluish-black ointment, making his face look like a crown of jade.

Xiao Wenle found himself becoming more and more irresistible. Since that day when he was on the verge of death with Ling Yi, his eyes were filled with the figure of Song Li, and the youth seemed to fill his heart naturally, and it came out of nowhere, irresistible.

Unlike the possession of Chu Xiangxiang, this feeling cannot be controlled.Think of youth when sitting quietly, think of youth when talking, think of youth when falling asleep...the arc of the young man's mouth chuckling, the youth's clear voice like water, the rolling Adam's apple when the young man swallows... It is like the Duosun powder in the secret room of the Seizing Soul Pavilion, after taking it No one can stop.

Looking at the covered eyes of the young man, Xiao Wenle decided to wait.

Probably because the young man's eyes were too hot, the young man took the initiative to break the calm, "My dear brother, do you still remember Chu Xiangxiang?"

Xiao Wenle was immediately embarrassed, his mind was in a mess, "I was young and ignorant..."

Xiao Wenle was good at using the blade but not good at words, the words he wanted to explain stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, and his forehead was sweating for a while.

The young man picked up the teacup and took a sip, still lightly saying, "Two months later, Chu Xiangxiang will participate in the martial arts conference with the leader of the Demon Cult, and there will be a sudden disturbance. I was entrusted by Emperor Xuanming to find him. Brother, would you like to go with me?"

"Naturally." Xiao Wenle nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.He didn't listen to what the young man was saying, the opening and closing of those pale pink lips attracted all his attention.

After another half a month, Xiao Wenle began to carefully organize his luggage, hired a carriage, selected good horses, cushions, blankets, pillows, snacks and dry food, as if the two of them were not going to participate in the martial arts conference, but to go out for a long trip.

During this period of time, the collection of poems donated by mysterious people in Qizhou free of charge set off an upsurge, in which the lofty artistic conception fascinated countless literati.

The name Chu Xiangxiang was also hotly discussed again, but the admiration and longing were no longer there. As the collection of poems continued to spread, it turned into more and more doubts.

The most important thing is the spring of the year, Xiao Wenle's mood is also flying with the wind while driving the carriage.

There is still one month before the martial arts conference, so there is more than enough time for this trip, but he selfishly wants to take the young people to stay outside more, to see the customs of various places, listen to anecdotes and strange things, a lot... rely on himself.

In consideration of the bumpy carriages and horses, Xiao Wenle almost detoured all the way in order to walk on a flat road.

Stopping in front of an inn, after ten miles to go out of the city, Xiao Wenle decided to stay overnight after looking at the sky.

The martial arts conference is approaching, and people in the arena are all active.

Xiao Wenle helped Song Lifu out of the car, and everyone in the inn gathered their eyes. Xiao Wenle frowned, only then did he realize that the young man's appearance was too dazzling.

After tying up the carriage, Xiao Wenle led the young man into the inn with a cold face.In the eyes of everyone, it was the black-clothed boy who was full of evil spirits, holding the life gate of the slender white-clothed woman and pulling in.

A burly man with a sword in the hall smiled roughly, "Hahahaha! Why is this blind lady walking outside alone? But she was lured and abducted by the man next to you?"

Before Xiao Wenle exploded, the handsome young man in white by the window shook his paper fan and sneered, "Such an ugly and vulgar person is not worthy of seducing Miss, this girl, if you have any difficulties, please feel free to speak out and threaten a good family in broad daylight." I, Miao Huan, will never sit idly by regarding women's affairs."

The dagger at Xiao Wenle's waist was out of its sheath, and was about to swing it out, when suddenly it was held down by a cold hand, the owner of the hand was pleasantly surprised, and his voice was gentle and clear, "But Mr. Miao Huan of the Haoqi League?"

Xiao Wenle froze.

The young man in white's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide his complacency, "I'm right here!"

The beauty in white was sad and sad, "Master Miao, Li'er has something to ask."

The white-clothed young man's face turned serious, "Whatever the girl asks, as long as it does not violate the morals of the world, I will do my best!"

Xiao Wenle regretted changing the young man into white clothes.

The beauty in white bit her lower lip lightly, with a weeping sound, "My ancestors in the Chu family were originally a family of officials. Half a year ago, there was a catastrophe... Only me and my concubine monk sister are left in the family."

"I'm blind, my sister thinks I'm a burden, so she sells me to her husband and leaves me... I heard that the nobles of the Haoqi League are loyal and friendly to the world, so please ask Mr. Miao to take pity on Li'er and ask for me. How is my sister doing, is she okay...she is my only relative in this world."

The big man with the knife on his back slapped the table angrily, "Such a girl is so heartless! What are you doing here?!"

Shaking his folding fan, Miao Huan thought to himself that it's a pity that such a beauty is already a married woman, "I don't know what Miss Chu's sister looks like, and what's her name?"

Song Li took out "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and said gratefully, "My sister has been beautiful and intelligent since she was a child, and she has memorized the articles of her elders. This is a token, and she will definitely recognize it. My sister's name is Chu Yunshang, and I am three points similar to me..." said sadly, "My sister has been here since I was a child. Jealous of me, Mr. Li'er is not a rich man, I'm afraid he won't recognize me."

"Don't worry, girl, Miao Huan will let your vain girl recognize you as a sister!"

Xiao Wenle was dumbfounded.

The author has something to say:

There is a baby who wants to see the slap in the face...this is written...why does it feel like you are slapping yourself in the face...oh my god