In the end, Li Xianyuan did not tell the county magistrate about Princess Huiming. The emperor's oral message "I'd like to take care of myself" was all over, so he could find a way to send her back?

Li Xianyuan didn't plan to pay attention to her. If you love her, it would be better if you were the air.

The only question is whether the princess who stole from the palace could be as worry-free as the air.

When she returned to the inn, there was no one in the room. Li Xianyuan even looked at the cabinet. She thought she had gone to play, so she ignored her. She called the waiter to clean up the bed and change the bed and a new quilt.

The waiter entered the room and looked at the torn quilt, and was a little stunned. However, he still replaced Li Xianyuan with a new dry quilt. Li Xianyuan handed the silver notes, but the waiter insisted on accepting it.

"If the top scholar has something to do, please tell the younger one." After tidying up the room, the waiter closed the door and left.

The long-lost peace.

Li Xianyuan sat at the table, with his hands behind his back and wanted to take off the paint tube he was carrying. After thinking for a while, he withdrew his hand. If the willful princess saw this painting, she would definitely not give up.

When he was free, Li Xianyuan closed his eyes and entered the Mingtang. The three starlights on the starry sky above his head were still dull. Li Xianyuan suddenly realized.

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

It was rare to be idle, Li Xianyuan took the rice paper and pressed it with paperweight. He took out the inkstone and grinded it carefully. After a while, the inkstone was thick and dark. Then Li Xianyuan took the brush, dipped it lightly ink, and the white pen tip was a little black. He held the pen in his right hand and held the sleeve in his left hand, and wrote on the rice paper.

He listed the things and questions he would do in the near future.

Go to the printing shop tomorrow;

The birthday of the old lady of the Li family ten days later;

The difficult and unruly princess;

And there are Wen Ruyu and Situ Yanran’s side...

The tip of the pen stagnates in the air and has not fallen for a long time.

Since ancient times, it is the most difficult to get the kindness of a beauty. Although Wen Ruyu and Situ Yanran have not liked her yet, their secret feelings can be vaguely visible. Especially Situ Yanran, Shen Sheng's incident broke her heart and got into trouble. If she had another problem...

Li Xianyuan smiled bitterly in his heart. It was less than ten days before he went down the mountain, and so many beauties appeared. If those fairy tale novels in his previous life would be great works.

Put the brush in the brush, the thick ink spreads out, and the clean water inside the brush is coated with a little dirt. Put away the four treasures of the study, which are extremely simple.

In a blink of an eye, several hours passed, and it was already late at night. Princess Huiming seemed to be missing and had not yet come back.

Everything was as usual in Li Xianyuan. When the night was late, people turned off the lights and their clothes and fell asleep.

The figures and clothes were sleeping on the bed, and their chests were slightly undulating. A roll of bamboo tube was placed on the inside of the bed.

The moonlight penetrates the thin window paper, pours over the ground, and is coated with a layer of coolness.

This calm lasted for a long time until the windows opened without warning.

A black shadow jumped into the room under the moonlight and stepped to the table. After a moment, a little fire light came on and the oil lamp illuminated the room.

"Little Li Zi, give me my legs a pound."

Wu Yi came to the bed with a frivolous tone, as if she was instructing a slave.

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

"Believe it or not, I will kill you."

The cold sound came into your ears.

Ignoring the matter, I listened to the sound of footsteps and walked away, and then turned back. The next moment, a violent burning pain suddenly came from my face.

But in a blink of an eye, another herbal tea was poured with tea fragrance. The iced herbal tea made Li Xianyuan take a deep breath and sat on the bed.

"Are you willing to get up?" Wu Yi held an empty cup in her hand and laughed: "I just saw a fire on you, so I 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 water droplets condensed and dripped on the tip of his hair, looking very embarrassed.

"Thank you for help." After a long silence, Wu Yi patiently spoke up for the loss of Li Xianyuan. She silently got off the bed and walked out the door.

"where you go."

“Sleep outside.”

Shine-

The sound of the sword being unsheathed. A cold light sword Heng was in front of Li Xianyuan.

The sword body is extremely thin, and its color is like frost and snow. It exudes a faint cold light. The hilt is a five-clawed golden dragon eagle. The body is held in Wu Yi's hand.

This sword is a property of the palace, and it is even very likely that it is the emperor's personal object. He also recognized Wu Yi as Princess Huiming with this sword.

Perhaps Li Xianyuan's reaction made her feel bored, and Wu Yi curled her lips and stopped making things difficult: "I just came here to see you, a dog slave. Since there is nothing to do, I will leave."

After saying that, she withdrew her sword. Li Xianyuan turned around again. Her figure was gone in the room, only two windows were wide open.

Until the morning, the sun rose and Wu Yi did not show up to tease Li Xianyuan.

As always, Li Xianyuan got up early and finished washing up, changed into Tong Sheng's robe and put on a white-haired shirt. He went to the backyard to take care of Xiaoqing, and then went to Huashu Pavilion.

The shopkeeper of Huashu Pavilion was waiting 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 seal script workshop is located in the outskirts of Wuhou County, and 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. You can see the walls of Wuhou City vaguely.

When I entered the workshop, I saw that it was full of heat. The workshop workers took out the pulp with bamboo curtains and squeezed and dried it.

At this time, there is already movable type printing. Just use the clay blocks of positive text to be placed into the character tray and print them with ink. It is very simple.

The shopkeeper of Huashu Pavilion brought Li Xianyuan to a fat and big-eared middle-aged man: "I'm here to recommend it to you. This is the manager Hu in the seal shop. Manager Hu, this is the head of the Li Xianyuan, who has become famous in Wuhou City these days."

"I have long admired Mr. Li's name." Manager Hu was polite, smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"You are kind to the manager Hu." Li Xianyuan returned the gift.

The shopkeeper took over the conversation and said to Manager Hu: "Mr. Li wants to print some books, but he found me, and I found you again. You must help me."

"I have to help." Manager Hu nodded repeatedly, smiled and touched his smooth double chin: "I just don't know how many words the words of Mr. Li's book are."

Journey to the West has a total of 100 chapters, with more than 820,000 words. Li Xianyuan can use Haoran's spirit to write Yingying's small calligraphy, but the whole article is only thick in his palm.

The printed book is a unified abrasive tool, with large nails. If the whole piece is written together, it will be half a meter thick.

After thinking about it, Li Xianyuan divided the Journey to the West into ten volumes. Each volume was divided into up and down, with a total of ten chapters.

And this first volume is called - The Great Trouble in Heavenly Palace

He handed over the first ten chapters to Manager Hu, but he didn't expect that he would not look at them. He called his subordinates to give him a small stack of rice paper and asked him to use it to spell the clay piece.

His subordinates are tall and thin, and they are taciturn. They took the rice paper and turned around and walked away without saying a word.

Whether it is the shopkeeper of Huashu Pavilion or the manager Hu of the Yinshu Pavilion, he seems to be extremely despised by the novels of the strange. Even the shopkeeper who valued Li Xianyuan only casually mentioned whether to hand over the books to my Huashu Pavilion.

His subordinates left with the first volume of Journey to the West, and Manager Hu turned his head and piled up his smiling faces: "Since he is a friend of Manager Liu, the price is easy to discuss. You can count four pages and one article."

Soon, the subordinate came back with rice paper and said, "More than 80,000 words, 3033 pages."
Chapter completed!