Since Li Xianyuan wrote the weather poem, the original invitations have disappeared like snowflakes, and most of them have been replaced by greeting cards. "I have admired Mr. Li's name for a long time, so I specially attached a greeting card to hope for a good relationship. Only after the decree of the title of Marquis came down, this

However, within an hour, several greeting cards arrived one after another, all of which were gold-plated and inlaid with jade from prominent families in Wuhou City. Li Xianyuan was reluctant to take off the gold-plated jade material.

One of them is from the Li family, and its content is slightly different from the other greetings. It is spelled out to congratulate Li Xianyuan on becoming a marquis.

The handwriting was vigorous and penetrating through the back of the paper. Li Xianyuan subconsciously thought of the middle-aged Confucian scholar in the Li family's house.

After putting away the stack of invitations, Li Xianyuan thought for a while, then reached into his sleeve and took out a small stack of banknotes.

Li Xianyuan froze and muttered to himself for a long time.

"Wrong one."

He originally wanted to give the old eunuch a hundred taels, but unexpectedly gave him a thousand taels in silver notes by mistake.

No wonder the old eunuch didn't even have to narrow his eyes to a slit. He just took a thousand taels to send an order. It was simply...

Li Xianyuan shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle.

…

As the days passed, Li Xianyuan stayed in his room, closed the door, and seemed to have nothing to do, except to refuse those who came to visit him.

The business of the inn is getting more and more popular day by day. It is full of diners, and the queue for dinner even queues outside the inn. Everyone wants to know where Guan Neihou lives, and even wants to meet him. The waiter is so busy that the shopkeeper can't help but be happy.

, frequently sent good cakes and fruit plates to Li Xianyuan.`

Shen Sheng would come every day after school. Surprisingly, Situ Yanran never came. He asked Shen Sheng once, and the general idea was that Situ Yanran was depressed for some reason and had always been like this.

Shen Sheng seemed to have quite a few words for Situ Yanran, but Li Xianyuan did not dare to say it openly in person. He made insinuations and said that the Wu family in the west of the city and Situ Yanran were very close, and seemed to intend for the Wu family's young master Pang to marry Situ Yanran.

"Pang..." Li Xianyuan put down his brush and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shen Sheng nodded: "The son of the second wife of the Wu family, I heard that he was seriously ill when he was young, and his mind has been unclear since then. Now he is eighteen years old and still behaves like a child."

"Where's Situ Yanran?"

"She didn't respond. She kept acting like that. But she seemed to be in a lower mood than when we first met her."

"Is that so..." Li Xianyuan pondered, could it be that the girl took the responsibility on herself?

Although it is completely unfounded, it is very likely that it is the case.

"Brother Li, the items in your study are so worn out...don't you need to replace them?" Shen Sheng suddenly interrupted Li Xianyuan's thoughts.

Except for the fact that the rice paper is new, everything was taken down from the mountain by Li Xianyuan. It was at least four or five years old. One of the brushes was destroyed, but there are still two left.

"I'm using it now. I'm not used to changing it to other stationery." Li Xianyuan said. He was nostalgic for the past in his bones, and even his clothes would not be thrown away until they were too worn out to wear. `

Shen Sheng asked about the injury again, but Li Xianyuan did not answer, but just shook his right hand holding the pen. Shen Sheng suddenly understood and asked Li Xianyuan when he could go to the academy.

As soon as he asked the question, he denied himself: "Brother Li, you just studied Yuanyuan. It doesn't matter whether you go to the academy or not. Yesterday the teacher also said that you wrote two poems about the atmosphere. I guess your aura is enough to compare with the scholar?"

Li Xianyuan shook his head. He couldn't tell how much aura he had. There was no record in the classics. Only after he became a scholar could he know. Before that, the division of strength in the childhood stage was blurred. After all, there were few in the world like Wang Yao.

, Tong Sheng wrote several meteorological poems.

If divided into categories, childhood is the time of growth. After becoming a scholar, it is time to accumulate knowledge and master the aura of greatness.

When Shen Sheng was about to leave, Li Xianyuan asked Shen Sheng to take the gold and exchange it for silver notes. One hundred taels of gold weighed more than ten kilograms and could not be carried around. The Shen family was in business, so it was not difficult to exchange it for silver.

Shen Sheng happily accepted it and asked his servant to go home first with the plate of gold. He reluctantly left to go to the academy to attend classes.

It was still early in the morning, and the wound had almost recovered. With nothing to do, Li Xianyuan went downstairs to the backyard of the inn.

The bright sunshine is shining, and there is a shadow under the stable.

Li Xianyuan walked over. Xiaoqing was immersed in eating, unaware of his master's approach.

Li Xianyuan patted the wooden stable pillar, and then Xiaoqing raised her head and looked at Li Xianyuan with a pair of clear and big eyes filled with doubts.

It seems that after entering the city, the donkey became more and more energetic.

Li Xianyuan tilted his head and looked inside the stable. The waiter had been eating and serving him well these days, and Xiaoqing had gained a lot of weight. Even if he said he was a pig, some people would believe him.

Li Xianyuan patted Xiaoqing's head, and a new layer of green hair appeared, which was not prickly to the touch, prompting Li Xianyuan to touch it a few more times.

"I've been here for more than ten days and I haven't taken you out for a walk. Let's go."

Opening the stable fence, Xiaoqing shook her head and took steps forward, rubbing against Li Xianyuan.

"..." Li Xianyuan was speechless. Xiaoqing was just like... like a potato stuck on four bamboo poles.

He was a bit confused: "I still won't take you out."

Xiaoqing snorted impatiently and opened her mouth to bite Li Xianyuan's head.

Having suffered many losses from this trick, how could Li Xianyuan fall for it again? He easily dodged it, patted Xiaoqing's head, put a rein on it and pulled it out of the backyard.

Xiao Qing shook her head and followed Li Xianyuan reluctantly.

People were coming and going on the streets, shouting and shouting. A few clouds covered the sunny day, casting a blanket of coolness.

Li Xianyuan was wearing a new boy's robe brought by Shen Sheng. It was very rare for a boy to lead a donkey. However, someone recognized Li Xianyuan before he had gone far. Li Jueye was taller than Li Zhuangyuan.

"Who is this man? Why do you call him Sir at such a young age?"

"You don't even know about him!? Li Xianyuan! The case of Tong Sheng made two poems."

"Meteorological poems? Are you kidding me? How many do our merchants have in total..."

"Why are you lying to me? Yesterday, people from the palace came, and the carriage stopped at the door of the inn. I saw it really."

Similar sounds kept coming. Li Xianyuan had no choice but to speed up and walk farther.

It turns out that not everyone recognizes Li Xianyuan. After walking a few streets, those who pointed fingers at Li Xianyuan disappeared.

Walking along the ancient blue brick road, holding Xiaoqing in hand, Li Xianyuan felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

"Mom, that pig is so big." A girl with combed hair pointed at Xiao Qing and said.

The woman on the side chuckled: "That's not a pig, it's a little green donkey."

Hearing this, Li Xianyuan looked at the girl who was looking at Xiao Qing curiously, and said, "It's a pig. Xiao Qing, come and hum."

A big bite came towards him, and Li Xianyuan turned his head to avoid it.

The girl laughed and wanted to come over and touch Xiaoqing.

At this moment, a girl wearing a child's robe suddenly ran from a distance and shouted Li Xianyuan's name.

She was out of breath, her face was covered with sweat, and she said a little cautiously: "Li... Mr. Li."

Li Xianyuan recognized her as a student from the same college as Lushe. He said, "Just call me Xianyuan."

The girl hummed heavily, then looked anxious: "Brother Xianyuan, go and see Sister Yanran quickly, she is sick!"
Chapter completed!