After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

If nothing happened, Li Chen'an was somewhat interested in Prince An's invitation from Wu Huan.

After all, in his original intention, traveling the world was his original wish.

But now he has something to do.

Still very urgent.

In addition, both he and Zhongli Ruoshui were wearing masks.

No matter how delicate this thing is, it is still somewhat different from a human face.

If the light is excellent, if the distance between each other is closer, if the time spent together is a little longer, there may be a flaw at some point.

Therefore, Li Chenan pondered for three breaths, and said very apologetically:
"Your Highness's kindness should not be rejected, but I really have something to do."

A little regret appeared on Wu Huan's face: "What's the matter, sir? I...although I'm not powerful in the palace, I'm still a prince after all, so I still have some face."

"If my husband needs me to do something, I will regard him as my elder brother. You can say it bluntly, and there must be no separation."

"Just say, if I can't do it, I will tell you."

The waiter brought the food and wine to the table.

Wu Huan took the jug and poured a glass of wine for Li Chenan and Zhongli Ruoshui.

Li Chen'an picked up the wine glass, "Thank you virtuous brother first, I'm not good at drinking, so I'll have a drink with virtuous brother as a brother!"

"Thank you brother Li!"

The two drank a glass of wine, Li Chenan put down the glass and said:
"If you want to come, Brother Xian also knows that my disciple, he worshiped a martial arts master in Guangling City, that is, Wu Xichen from Xijian Tower."

Wu Huan nodded, "I have heard about this matter, I heard that he also learned the first four formulas of the Bu Er Zhou Tian Jue?"

Li Chen'an did not deny it, "Unfortunately, his attainment in martial arts is far less than literature after all. If he understands a few more formulas, he will not easily die on the top of the Western Mountain."

"When I came out of the mountains to Wu Kingdom, I just went to Xijian Tower to help him fulfill a long-cherished wish of his life."

Ran Shiping, the Great Elder of Xijian Tower, heard it and asked in surprise, "What was his long-cherished wish?"

"Half of the ashes of his master Wu Xichen were buried in the Jianjian Tower. He originally thought that... When the troubles in Ningguo are settled and the eldest son of the emperor is brought back, he will go to the Jianjian Tower to pay homage to Wu Xichen."

"Of course, I think you all know that he has a fiancee named Zhongli Ruoshui."

"Zhongli Ruoshui has a congenital cold disease. To cure her illness, my apprentice needs to practice the Heavenly Two-week Art to the Great Perfection."

"So, originally he also wanted to take his fiancée to Xijianlou, to see the holy place Wangqingtai in Xijianlou."

"Let's see if we can find that chance... This hasn't happened yet, but he died young."

"As for me, I was also very sad, so I took Jiannei out for a walk, and went to Xijianlou to burn a stick of incense and paper for my disciple Wu Xichen."

"If you can go to the Wangqing Terrace to help him take a look... this trip will be considered complete."

"There will be nothing else after that, if brother Xian is still in Dongxu City, I will come to look for you again."

"If you have returned to Xiling County...I will go to Xiling County to meet you."

"As for living together in a hut, that's fine. We, my husband and I, are used to wandering in the mountains, and after getting together with my virtuous brother..."

Li Chen'an raised his wine glass again, and sighed leisurely, "Qingshan never tires of three glasses of wine, and only one game of chess can be eliminated in a long day."

"Tao Ran has no joy and no worries, life is free."

"Maybe we can meet again, maybe we won't meet again, it's like duckweed drifting away."

"Our husband and wife are too tired from the journey today. I would like to thank you for your kindness by borrowing this glass of wine."

"Let's talk about the night of drinking until another day. After drinking this glass of wine, I will bid farewell to my brother. On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, we will meet again as we see fit!"

……

……

Li Chenan took Zhongli Ruoshui, Qin Rigang and his wife and left the courtyard.

Prince An Wu Huan was not annoyed by this.

"Great Elder, Miss Xia, please sit down."

Ran Shiping and Xia Hua, the great elders of Xijian Tower, bowed their hands and sat in the gazebo.

Prince An poured a glass of wine for the two, pointed to the delicious dishes on this table, and sighed slightly:
"This is the real Ascot!"

"My lord, it's still too superficial."

"This Mr. Li...sees clearly and lives freely!"

"That kind of free and easy, that kind of spontaneity, that kind of calmness when things happen, you can't pretend!"

"This king never expected that he was Li Chen'an's husband...but after listening to Mr. Li's words and poems tonight, this king understands what it means to be a famous teacher and high disciple."

"Li Chen'an's achievements in poetry are unrivaled in the world, except for his teacher!"

"Mr. Li has such high knowledge and kung fu. People like this usually use their skills to go to a certain country in exchange for an excellent future."

"Just relying on Mr. Li's outstanding talents... This king really wants to recruit him as the king's chief aide... But this king knows that he is not worthy!"

"Mr. Li's talent should be on the top of the temple, and he should be named a marquis and a prime minister!"

"But he is indifferent to his ambitions and lives in seclusion in the mountains. If Li Chen'an hadn't died on the top of the West Mountain, he probably wouldn't have come to this world."

"Hey……"

Wu Huan sighed again, raised his glass, and drank a glass of wine.

"This is seeing through!"

Wu Huan put down his wine glass, got up, and stood outside the gazebo.

He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly recited:

"Rolling in the east of the Yangtze River,

The waves rushed to the hero.

Right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head empty,
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns……"

He withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked into the gazebo, instead of feeling sorry for Mr. Li, he looked at Xia Hua and said:

"You are a good sir."

"In the future, Mr. Li will have poems, please remember to send them to me on a fast horse!"

Xia Hua nodded.

Wu Huan looked at Ran Shiping again, and pondered for a while, "Since Mr. Li is going to Xijianlou, the Great Elder will accompany him. I have business in the capital, and if I have time, I will go to Xijianlou to see it. Therefore, it would be best if the First Elder can keep Mr. Li in Xijianlou for a while."

"But the Great Elder, remember, you must not force it to stay!"

Ran Shiping cupped his hands and saluted: "I understand!"

"By the way," Wu Huan looked at Bu Jinghong again, "This king is your guarantor, and temporarily saved your life."

"But people can't be dishonest. Tomorrow, you will also set off with Elder Ran to wash the sword building together."

"As for the fact that you killed Marquis Che Jue of Wu'an... I still think you were right!"

Bu Jinghong bowed and saluted: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

"You don't have to thank me, because the outcome of this incident is still unknown."

"Marquis Wu An's influence in the capital is not small. Concubine Shu is his daughter and also this king's concubine. If she insists on pursuing...this king has no better way."

"However, if you worship at the door of Xijian Tower, Thirteenth Uncle Wu Ximiao may be able to help you survive this calamity."

Wu Huan explained these things, sat at the table, and thought of Lu Xiaofeng again.

When we met for the first time tonight, I got a general understanding of Mr. Li's words and poems.

But how can such a strange man be brought under his command?

No hurry.

At least Mr. Li did not refuse his invitation, and even called him a good brother for life.

It's just this farewell, when can I see him again?
Wu Huan is not happy.

He was a little melancholy.

His mind was filled with that poem, as well as the appearance of Li Xiaofeng Yushu facing the wind. (end of this chapter)