The second day.

The poetry meeting held by Prince Li Yan in Bishui Pavilion and the poetry meeting held by King Jin in the palace went on as scheduled.

The poetry meeting was very lively, but...looking left and right, I couldn't see some people.

Prince Li Yan's originally smiling face gradually darkened.

At this time, his bodyguard Zheng Ping came to the side of Prince Li Yan and whispered something. It can be seen that Prince Li Yan's expression slowly relaxed again.

It turns out he is sick.

That’s fine, as long as you don’t go to King Jin’s side.

Of course, he also knew about the invitation from King Jin to Li Miao yesterday.

"Where is Yang Hao?" Prince Li Yan asked again.

To be honest, for Yang Hao, he values ​​the former more than Li Miao, or the latter is far less important than the former.

There is one number one scholar every three years. It is not a rare thing. It is not that there are no number one scholars under his command, but it is just like that.

However, Yang Hao is different.

Behind him was Yang Rong, the Minister of Rites, who held a pivotal position in the court.

The most important thing is that this Lord Shangshu is currently neutral. He is not biased towards him or the King of Jin. He is a target that can be fought for.

He believes that as long as the Lord Shangshu stands on his side, he can completely break the current situation between him and King Jin, and he is very sure to give King Jin a heavy blow, or even completely defeat him and never turn around.
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It is a pity that in the face of his promise and his olive branch, the minister always looked unmoved.

Therefore, as a last resort, he turned his attention to Yang Hao, the son of Lord Shangshu, and then slowly followed him.

Zheng Ping said respectfully: "Your Highness, Mrs. Yang has taken Young Master Yang back to her parents' home."

"That's it."

Prince Li Yan showed a look of regret.

On the other side, the Jin Palace.

One thing that is more obvious is that although the poetry club here is also very lively, compared to Prince Li Yan's, the level of excitement is still a level lower.

Listening to the report of his confidant, King Jin nodded slightly.

Then, he poured himself a glass of wine and stood up.

"Everyone, I'm very sorry. I suddenly encountered some urgent matters and I need to go to the king to deal with them. I can only leave for a while. This glass of wine will be regarded as an apology to you."

After saying that, King Jin drank the wine in one gulp.

Zhefu.

The sick Li Miao was marinating the plucked chicken, while Zhe Xinyi, the maid with a bun face, and Xiuhe were washing the lotus leaves with water.

On the other side, Zhe Junyan was waving his hoe and digging out a mud pit.

Since Li Miao installed a prosthetic leg on him, he can stand instead of sitting, and the look on his face is getting better day by day.

Mrs. Zheliu made some moves around him, her kind eyes flowing back and forth between Zhe Junyan and the children over there, and the corners of her mouth were always smiling.

"Xinyi, Xing'er, Xiuhe, come here to help me, and bring over the lotus leaves you washed."

After it was almost marinated and flavorful, Li Miao recruited three girls and asked them to follow his example and help wrap the plucked chicken in lotus leaves, and then wrap it in the mixed mud.
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When the four of them finished all this, Zhe Junyan and Zhe Liu on the other side also made a charcoal fire in the dug pit.

Throw those chicken-wrapped mud balls into the hot mud pit, then spread the same hot mud, and spread some charcoal fire on top...

Next, just wait for the passage of time.

After all, the waiting time was a bit boring. When the bun-faced maid suggested that Young Master Li tell a story, everyone agreed one by one.

So, everyone brought small stools and sat down around Li Miao. Next to them were some snacks and tea.

Zhe Liu smiled and said: "Sanshui, I heard that girl Xing'er say you are good at telling stories."

"Of course! Mr. Li tells wonderful stories. No one loves this as much as Mr. Li!"

Before Li Miao could speak, the bun-faced maid had already answered first. Her little face full of collagen was full of pride. People who didn't know the details thought she was talking about her.

Li Miao thought about it for a while, and under the expectant eyes of everyone, he chose a story from Liaozhai.

"It is said that a long time ago, a scholar met a woman in the woods. This woman was so dignified and beautiful that she could only exist in heaven. She claimed to be a concubine who had escaped from home... The scholar did not listen.

With the persuasion of others, he resolutely took this beautiful woman back home. In this way, the two lived a happy life, and the scholar..."

Everyone was bored, this story is very ordinary.

The bun-faced maid who was most looking forward to what story Li Miao would tell her couldn't help but feel depressed and disappointed: What kind of story is Mr. Li telling? Even Myolie can tell such a story.

Everyone's looks naturally fell on Li Miao's eyes. Li Miao didn't pay attention, and continued talking with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth.

"Just like that, several days passed. One day, the scholar went out and met a Taoist priest. The Taoist stared at the scholar in shock and asked: May I ask who or what happened to me recently?

The scholar replied: Why did the master come to ask this question? I have always lived an ordinary life and have never encountered anyone.

The Taoist priest said: With all due respect, I see that you are surrounded by evil spirits, and I am afraid that you are possessed by something ominous. Why do you say that you haven’t encountered any strange people or strange things?

The scholar tried his best to defend himself and said that he was fine, but the Taoist priest left indifferently. When he left, he murmured to himself: "You are confused, there are really people in the world who know nothing about death!"

Hearing this, everyone had doubts. Isn't it a story about a scholar and a woman who are happy and happy? Why did a Taoist priest appear? And... why is death imminent?

Suddenly, a strong curiosity arose.

"Let's say that the scholar was very depressed after hearing what the Taoist said. When he returned home, he found that the courtyard door was locked. He was suspicious, so he climbed over the wall and crept into the woman's room. He peeked inside through the window and found that

An extremely ferocious demon with a green complexion and bared teeth that looked like saw teeth spread his graceful human skin on the bed, used a colored pen to draw wonderful patterns on the skin, and then picked up the skin like shaking off clothes.

Just like that, if you put it on your body, you will instantly become a beautiful woman..."

"Ah!"

The two little girls, the bun-faced maid and Xiu He, screamed in fright and hugged each other.

Even if it was Zhe Junyan, Zhe Liushi, and Zhe Xinyi, their faces were more or less shocked.

After all...it was the first time for them to hear such a story, which really shocked their hearts.

Seeing this, Li Miao couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart: I just had a disdainful expression on your face.
Chapter completed!