Madam, protect me!

After finally meeting such an arrogant playboy, Li Nuo still failed to enter the country. He was still a little disappointed.

In the afternoon, he returned to the county government office, dealt with the remaining cases, and went home to see his wife and Muer, and his mood improved.

He handed the flower arrangement he brought from Yuyin Pavilion to Song Jiaren and said, "Madam, this is for you."

Song Jiaren reached out to take the vase, and felt that the flowers in the vase looked pleasing to the eye, and there was an indescribable beauty.

Li Nuo went back to the room and chose a book. When he took it out to read, he found that his wife was sitting on the stone table, looking a little distressed.

The flowers in the vase were taken out and put in by her from time to time.

Li Nuo walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiaren pointed at the vase and said, "Muer took out a flower just now, and no matter how I put it later, it didn't seem as beautiful as before..."

Li Nuo showed helplessness on his face.

He took this vase of flowers from Yuyin Pavilion to the county government office, and then brought it back from the county government office. He was very careful along the way, fearing that it would be bumped or the flowers would move. Naturally, it was not an ordinary vase of flowers.

To be precise, this is the art of flower arrangement.

Those flowers were not randomly inserted.

Flower arrangement requires the selection of materials based on a certain concept. The number, height, angle, and even the container of the flower arrangement are all important.

Good flower arrangement can make people pleasing to the eye, and one look at it can bring spiritual pleasure.

Don’t underestimate it. If you want to arrange flowers well, you must not only understand flowers, but also have a certain aesthetic sense. This aesthetic sense often needs to be cultivated through learning painting for several years...

Flower arrangement looks simple, but in fact, compared with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it is a more difficult skill.

My wife can’t even recognize all the characters, let alone this difficult art.

Seeing her distressed look, Li Nuo had to comfort her: "Forget it if you can't change it back, I'll bring you another bottle next time."

The women in Yuyin Pavilion are all versatile, and there are obviously masters of flower arrangement among them.

At worst, let her arrange another vase, even if he pays for it.

Song Yu, with a bruised face, stepped into the yard, limped over, and smiled: "Brother-in-law, you're back..."

Song Jiaren glanced at him. Song Yu often fought with people outside, and it was common for him to be injured, but this time, he was indeed more embarrassed than before.

After Song Yu came, she took the vase of flowers to the room and planned to try again.

The flowers were exactly the same as before, why couldn't she arrange them in the original way?

Song Yu sat opposite Li Nuo and clasped his fists to him: "Thank you so much, brother-in-law today."

Li Nuo waved his hands, "I've said it so many times, we are a family, don't say thank you, I said, as long as you don't cause trouble, few people in Chang'an can bully you."

Song Yu was still a little worried and said, "There is nothing to be afraid of Li Yuan, but he works for Prince Ji, Prince Ji is not easy to mess with, I'm afraid he will cause trouble for my brother-in-law..."

Although Li Nuo didn't know Prince Ji, he knew Butler Wu.

If there were any risks in this matter, he would have reminded him long ago.

He patted Song Yu's shoulder gently and said, "Don't worry, I'm not easy to mess with..."

Chang'an, Prince Ji's Mansion.

In a magnificent palace, the heart-stirring music continued, and the dancers in light gauze twisted their graceful figures in the center of the hall.

The young man with noble eyebrows lay lazily on the soft couch.

Although the dancers in the hall were enchanting, he was tired of playing.

No matter how beautiful or charming a woman is, sleeping with her too much will make you tired of her. This is the truth he understood when he was twelve years old.

Li Yuan said that there was a courtesan in Chang'an who was proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the art of war.

He had slept with many women who knew music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he had never met one who knew the art of war.

It must be said that this woman took a different approach and aroused his interest.

Tonight he would test her to see if she really knew the art of war.

He could not compete with the emperor brothers above him for the throne. Life was short, so he might as well enjoy it more.

Compared to being an emperor, he wanted to taste all the delicacies in the world, drink all the fine wines in the world, and sleep with all the beauties in the world.

Of course, it was not that he did not want to be an emperor, but it was his mother who gave birth to him too late.

When he was still wetting the bed, those emperor brothers had already begun to accumulate their own followers in the court. He was born more than ten years behind others. How could he fight with them?

He had understood this principle long ago, so he had never thought of competing for the throne.

He looked up at the dancers below, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, alright, you're still dancing like this, go down!"

The dancers immediately stopped dancing, knelt down to salute, and hurriedly retreated.

Just then, someone walked into the hall and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Li Yuan wants to see you."

Hearing Li Yuan's name, Prince Ji finally got a little interested, sat up a little, and said, "Let him in."

Not long after, a figure walked into the hall.

Prince Ji looked up and was startled, blurting out, "Who are you!"

A figure with a swollen pig head below said with a crying voice, "Your Highness, I am Li Yuan!"

Prince Ji vaguely recognized Li Yuan's voice and said in shock, "Why did you become like this?"

Li Yuan's head was so swollen that even his father wouldn't recognize him, let alone him.

Li Yuan cried and cried: "Originally, I wanted to bring that woman who knew the art of war to His Highness, but someone interfered with me. I failed to handle His Highness's affairs and was even beaten by him..."

King Ji stood up and frowned: "Who is so bold?"

Li Yuan said: "He is Li Xuanjing's son."

King Ji sat back again.

He is a first-class prince, so of course he is not afraid of Li Xuanjing.

But Li Xuanjing is not afraid of him either.

The two of them couldn't help each other. The difference was that although he didn't compete for the throne, he still had some partisans and his own supporters.

Li Xuanjing couldn't move him, but he could move his men.

If you anger him, he will definitely anger others.

Li Xuanjing, on the other hand, was a loner and had no friends in the court. King Ji himself did not know who to express his anger to.

The son of the former Chang'an County Magistrate broke the law and wanted to seek his asylum. Before he could make any move, both father and son died in the sky prison of Dali Temple...

He couldn't save the people Li Xuanjing wanted to kill.

King Ji looked at Li Yuan and asked, "How did you provoke him?"

Li Yuan lowered his head and honestly told what happened.

After hearing this, King Ji waved his hand and said: "Forget it, she is just a brothel girl. Isn't it okay if I don't want it anymore? If Li Xuanjing finds out, I have to use it as an excuse. I don't want to offend him..."

After a while, Li Yuan walked out of Prince Ji's Mansion dejectedly.

His Royal Highness Prince Ji was afraid of Li Xuanjing and was unwilling to stand up for him, so the beating he received was in vain.

But he really couldn't swallow this breath.

It wasn't until he came to his senses after leaving Prince Ji's Mansion that he realized that Li Xuanjing's son was not an official of the Ministry of Punishment or Dali Temple. He had no official position, so what qualifications did he have to judge him?

When he returned to Yunyang Hou Mansion, a young man looked at him twice. Li Yuan was already angry and kicked the young man to the ground and cursed angrily: "What are you looking at!"

The young man got up from the ground and looked at Li Yuan's leaving figure. The fists in his sleeves slowly clenched, but soon they unclenched.

An elder brother is an elder brother. Even if the other person was only born a year earlier than him, he is also the eldest son of the Yunyang Marquis Mansion and the only candidate to inherit his father's title in the future. Even if he is punched and kicked randomly, he can only endure it.

Li Yuan returned to his house and went straight to a garden. The woman who was admiring flowers in the garden saw his appearance and said angrily: "My son, who beat you like this!"

After a while, a middle-aged man also hurried over. Seeing Li Yuan's tragic situation, he was extremely angry and said in a deep voice: "How can this be unreasonable? What about Li Xuanjing's son? Don't worry, Yuan'er, dad will not let this matter go. of!"

Dali Temple.

Temple Qing Yamen.

The furnishings in the spacious government office are extremely simple. A plaque with the words "Ming Mirror Hanging High" hangs in the middle of the government office. The bookshelves on both sides are filled with various books.

Under the plaque is a long table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as stacks of neatly arranged files.

The elegant middle-aged man sat behind the long table and slowly flipped through a file.

A minor official from Dali Temple came in, put a bunch of files in his arms on the table, adjusted their positions to make them look more orderly, and then said: "Master Li, this is where the Ministry of Punishment has just sent it. 's files.

The elegant man didn't look away from the file in his hand, nodded slightly and said, "Just leave it."

When the clerk left the government office, he couldn't help but look back and sighed in his heart.

Mr. Li is really conscientious in his duties. Every file sent to Dali Temple must be reviewed personally. He often works in the Dali Temple Yamen for several days in a row. It is really admirable...

Not long after, another figure in black walked into the government office and said respectfully, "Sir."

Li Xuanjing looked up and put down the file in his hand.

The man in black said: "The young master had a conflict with Li Yuan, the eldest son of Marquis Yunyang today. Li Yuan wanted to present a brothel girl to King Ji, but the woman refused. Li Yuan wanted to be tough, but the young master stopped him... …”

After hearing what happened, a smile appeared on Li Xuanjing's face and he said: "He is addicted to taking shortcuts on the path of spiritual practice..."

He didn't pay attention to this matter and asked again: "How is the other matter that I asked you to investigate?"

The man in black looked a little solemn and said: "Your Majesty's suspicion is indeed justified. My subordinates have investigated and found out that the fourth realm guard who assassinated the Chu State envoy was named Chen Qi. Although he was a member of the Chu State Envoy He is a guard, but his ancestral home is Daxia. He is the son of Zhang Feng, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who was executed by your Majesty for treason thirty years ago..."

Li Xuanjing said softly: "The son of a criminal official of Daxia became the bodyguard of the Chu State and assassinated the envoys of the Chu State..."

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief and said somewhat thankfully: "Fortunately, the Chu State envoy didn't know about this matter, otherwise, they might have made a big fuss again."

This time the Chu envoy in the Sifang Pavilion was assassinated. The Chu envoy had been aggressive until they found out that the real culprit was one of their own, and they stopped.

Once the Chu people knew that the guard was originally from Daxia, they would definitely come up with some conspiracy theory.

The man in black looked at Li Xuanjing and asked suspiciously: "Chen Qi has endured humiliation in the Chu Kingdom for thirty years. Does he kill the envoy of the Chu Kingdom this time to destroy the relationship between the two countries in order to avenge the murder of his father?" ?”

Li Xuanjing thought for a moment and asked: "One man conspired to rebel and his whole family was killed. How did Chen Qi survive and escape to Chu State? Have you found out the reason?"

The man in black nodded and said, "We found out. The Mirror Department has a secret record of this. Chen Qi should have been implicated, but was saved by an important official in the court at that time..."

Li Xuanjing glanced at him and asked, "That important official is still in the court now, right?"

The man in black moved his throat: "Yes."

"Is he in a high position?"

"Very high."

"Higher than me?"

"Higher than you, sir."

The person who intends to sow discord between Xia and Chu has a deep connection with the existence of a high-ranking official in the court of Daxia.

Even though the man in black is in the Mirror Department and knows the unknown secrets of many big figures in Daxia, this incident still gave him a great shock.

He looked at Li Xuanjing and asked, "Sir, this..."

Li Xuanjing thought for a moment and said, "Let's destroy the secret record. There is no need to investigate this case. In the case of Sifang Pavilion, Princess An Ning was very perceptive and exposed the conspiracy of the pro-war faction of Chu. I will ask the court for her credit..."

The man in black twitched his mouth slightly when he heard this.

Li Xuanjing glanced at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The man in black replied, "Sir, this is obviously the idea of ​​the young master. Princess An Ning... It's not that I am disrespectful to the princess, but she really doesn't have the brains."

"Based on what you said, I can punish you for disrespect." Li Xuanjing waved his hand and said, "Go back and face the wall for an hour. No matter who asks about this case in the future, it will be Princess An Ning. There is no other answer..."

The man in black made a bitter face and bowed, "Yes..."