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Chapter 486: Beauty's Favor (asking for monthly ticket)

"Little guy, you've been away from home for such a long time without any movement. I've written you more than a dozen letters, but every time you said it would be soon, soon. But you just stayed in Xiyi City and didn't move at all."

"Why, has the raccoon's wings hardened?"

At Murong's house, Murong Qiu Shui stretched out her hand and pinched Li Guanyi's cheek. Her pair of eyes widened. Although she was complaining, her face was actually full of joy. Next to Murong Qiu Shui, a silver-haired girl was holding some snacks and nodding vigorously.

That is, that is.

"You are so stubborn that you won't listen to me. You are almost an adult, but you have been staying out until the end of the year before coming back. If it weren't for that big event, would you still stay in Xiyi City and refuse to go back?"

The silver-haired girl nodded vigorously.

Express your great approval of your aunt's decision.

Li Guanyi begged for mercy for a long time, admitted defeat and apologized, saying that he would come home often to accompany his aunt and others in the future. Murong Qiushui let go of his cheek a little and said, "I know you are fighting hard outside, but you have to be careful."

"Okay, Auntie will cook for us today, so you can go out now."

Murong Qiu Shui's cooking skills have improved, so Li Guanyi is relieved. The winter climate in the south of the Yangtze River is damp and cold, but not as strong as the biting east wind in the northwest of Xiyi City. The sunshine is still warm.

When Li Guanyi was in Xiyi City, he never took off his armor. During this trip, he challenged the Great Khan of the Turks and conquered seven kings. He expanded the borders of his country to the far northwest. The population increased again, and he found an opportunity to make further progress.

After traveling all the way, I finally felt relaxed when I returned to Jiangnan.

He changed his armor, and the metal and gold of the Jiuli divine weapon turned into an iron ring and wrapped around his wrist. He changed into a robe of fine texture and restrained temperament. His black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and he clasped his hands in front of him and strolled leisurely.

Winter in the south of the Yangtze River is also very comfortable.

Li Guanyi walked lazily through the city in the south of the Yangtze River, stepping on the bluestone floor which was covered with fallen yellow leaves and had not been thoroughly cleaned. The silver-haired girl followed him unsteadily with her hands in front of her.

Li Guanyi saw some vendors roasting Western sweet potatoes at a roadside stall.

There are candied haws from the Central Plains and snacks from the south.

Smoke rises from the cooking stove, and there is so much life inside.

The commercial and cultural exchanges throughout the territory, which were promoted under the supervision of Mr. Yan Daiqing, were very effective. In these troubled times, people's motivation was very strong. The sweet potatoes were baked until the skin turned black, and the inside gave off a bright yellow honey-like color, emitting heat, which was extremely tempting.

Li Guanyi smiled and said, "Yaoguang, would you like something to eat?"

He paused, but was slightly stunned.

Li Guanyi stopped.

The silver-haired girl behind him kept walking, but bumped into Li Guanyi's back. Li Guanyi asked, "What are you thinking about? If it wasn't me, you would have hit your head against the wall, right?"

He was just joking as usual, but he soon felt something was wrong.

The faint smile on his face faded.

The silver-haired girl just pressed her forehead against Li Guanyi's back, her silver hair hanging down, swaying slightly in the winter wind. She stretched out her hand and gently pulled Li Guanyi's sleeve.

The silver-haired girl's voice was quiet and without any ripples.
"Ten months. Three hundred and twelve days."

"I missed you a little, of course, just a little."

"So please let me be with you quietly for a while."

"It'll only be for a moment."

The high-spirited King Qin lowered his eyes. The silver-haired girl, the peerless genius in supernatural powers in the three secular sects in the past eight hundred years, used supernatural powers for herself for the first time, and faint ripples spread out.

The clear, peaceful starlight sprinkled on the world. The people coming and going, the bustling world, the smoke from cooking, the laughter, all seemed to be separated into another world. They came and went, talking and laughing with each other, but they did not see the two people here.

Li Guanyi felt the silver-haired girl's hand slowly withdrawn.

Yaoguang's voice was quiet: "As promised at the beginning, I will accompany you to the end of the story and become the destined hero."

Her voice was like starlight, without the slightest ripple.

After a moment of silence, the silver-haired girl said quietly, in a low voice:
"But will there ever be a day when you no longer need me?"

Just such a sentence made Li Guanyi's heart feel like it was stabbed a little. The King of Qin pressed his palm on Yaoguang's palm, then he turned around and looked at the quiet silver-haired girl.

It is said that beauty brings great favor.

In the past, he only read these four words from books and wondered whether they were overused. But now Li Guanyi finally understood that these four words, especially the word "heavy", have greater weight.

However, living in such a chaotic world, he galloped between heaven and earth. As a hero in troubled times, he could not stop.

The land of gentleness is the tomb of heroes. This gentleness is not the so-called woman's, but the feelings in the heart will awaken the emotions in the hearts of heroes in troubled times. In the end, they can no longer step onto the battlefield and cannot bear to leave.

Li Guanyi exhaled, and he gave the answer with his actions. He stretched out his hand and held the silver-haired girl in front of him in his arms, so gently that it looked like starlight that could flow out from the gaps between his fingers and disappear at any time.

The silver-haired girl was quiet for a while, loosened her hands to pull his sleeves, closed her eyes, and buried her head in his shoulder.

"Alas, in troubled times, beauties are very entangled, and can't be explained, can't be let go, and can't be understood. Even if you are a Taoist, a living Buddha, you come to this chaotic world and experience the entanglement of love, but you don't believe you can get out of it unscathed."

"What a pity, human emotions are never simple and can never be explained by a few principles. These girls and Li Guanyi are so difficult to deal with, hard to explain, hard to separate, and hard to resolve."

"What is love in this world?!"

"But the flower is not a flower, the fog is not a fog."

"It's hard to get close, it's hard to get deeper, it's hard to finish."

With a sigh, outside the tall building in the distance, old Siming leaned against the dragon-scale-like outer layer, looking at the scene in the distance. The silver-haired girl's magic tricks seemed unable to conceal the truth from the old man.

Just looking at this scene, I feel deeply moved.

The old black tortoise looked at the things happening over there in a daze, and then looked at Old Sima Ming who was sighing while taking out a plate of peanuts, a plate of smashed cucumbers, a plate of preserved eggs with ginger juice, and a pot of wine. He watched the things developing over there while eating the food and drinking the wine.

The old black tortoise was stunned: "Ah, this is impossible, you snooped on the younger generation, and you even drank?"

While drinking, Lao Siming said confidently: "What do you mean by peeping?"

"Senior's business, what do you mean by peeping? No, I was watching openly. Don't accuse me of peeping."

"Tsk, it looks good, great wine!"

But at this moment, a hand gently patted Old Siming's shoulder.

Old Siming was watching with great interest and turned around subconsciously without giving it much thought.

I saw a white hair.

Then two fingers poked it.

A move that was as notorious as the monkey stealing peaches in the martial arts world but also extremely useful, [Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl], directly poked old Siming's eyes with a click.

“Ahhhh, my eyes, my old man’s eyes.”

A certain old jerk was rolling around on the roof, covering his eyes.

The silver-haired whale fisherman kicked the sluggish old black turtle away, and just sat on the roof, looking at the scene in the distance. He was silent for a long time, but he mentioned the old Sima Ming's wine, not caring whether it was the one the old man had just drunk.

He just wiped it with his sleeve, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"What kind of wine is this? It's too bitter!"

The bitter wine makes my throat ache.

The old father looked at his daughter and the young King of Qin over there, veins on his forehead throbbing wildly, but in the end he was helpless and powerless. During these ten months, Li Guanyi was fighting outside, and he watched the silver-haired girl become particularly quiet.

In the eyes of others, Yaoguang is always so peaceful, with no emotional fluctuations on her face, and it seems that she never experiences any changes in her moods.

But in the eyes of the whale fisherman, his daughter was full of emotions.

He is not as expressionless and straightforward as a blank sheet of paper as those people think.

The whale fisherman knew where his daughter's mood changes came from. It was from her worry about Li Guanyi. To Li Guanyi, Yaoguang had been with him since he was thirteen or fourteen years old, wandering around the world. But the same was true for Yaoguang.

In the six years since she left the Astrology School, she and Li Guanyi had been inseparable. It was only during the previous year, when they had been apart for ten months, that the indifferent girl noticed her own changes.

We've been apart for ten months and I miss him so much.

The whale fisherman let out a long breath and uttered the painful wail of an old father:
"What kind of thing is this?"

"What the hell is this?! Huh?!"

"Yaoguang, Daddy is here. He has been here for the past ten months. He has never left. Why do you feel lonely and sad?"

Old Siming opened his eyes, tears of blood streaming down his face. Not wanting to bring bad luck to the old guy, he raised his head and saw the puppet robot of General Xue who had appeared over there like a street urchin.

The old Sima Ming gave him a look for help, as if to give it a try.

General Xue saw the old Siming's pleading look.

General Xue seemed to be thinking about something.

General Xue suddenly understood something and gave a hearty smile that said "Don't worry".

For some reason, Lao Siming's heart trembled.

I wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

General Xue's puppet mechanical man stood there with his arms crossed, patted the whale fisherman on the shoulder, and consoled him, "It's okay."

"When they give you a granddaughter, you won't be lonely anymore."

Snapped!
Old Siming and Old Black Turtle raised their hands in unison and covered their eyes.

The Great Lord of the Central Sky, the North Pole, Xuantian Zhenwu, is above.

Veins bulged on the whale fisherman's forehead. He then used a beggar's martial arts move, "Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl", and poked General Xue in the eye.

“Ahhhh, eyes, eyes, my eyes!!!”

General Xue covered his eyes and rolled around on the roof of the tall building.

Suddenly he stopped, put down his hand, and said with sudden realization: "Oh, I almost forgot."

"Hahaha, I don't have eyes!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Old Siming: “………………” Veins bulged on the old man’s forehead.

It’s better to bury this thing’s mouth.

In just three short sentences, he succeeded in stirring the mentality of the contemporary Yin-Yang School's major sects and martial arts legends. General Xue was very satisfied and felt that today, he was getting along peacefully and friendly with everyone just as Yaoguang had said.

So, when Chen Baxian met me, he wanted to roll up his sleeves and fight.

It must be Chen Baxian’s problem.

Just as the two men, Jia and Gui started to quarrel, someone at the bottom of the quaint building poked it with a stick and shouted, "Are there any guests upstairs?"

Everyone looked at each other.

General Xue shouted, "There are no guests upstairs!"

Old Sima Ming felt that he couldn't bear to look at this unfortunate thing.

Is this really the number one divine general from five hundred years ago? !

But the shopkeeper of the restaurant below said politely: "His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin just sent a letter and a jar of wine for you."

"I'll bring it up to you guys right away."

letter?
The whale fisherman raised his eyebrows and looked in that direction, only to find that with the intervention of General Xue, there was no one there. Li Guanyi and Yaoguang had already left. He frowned and raised his hand to grab.

The letter flew up more than ten feet from below and was held in the whale fisherman's hand. With a flick of his wrist, the letter appeared before his eyes. On it was a line of words written in elegant handwriting.

[Do not watch]

The whale fisherman was stunned, then he raised his hands to cover his eyes and fell backwards, falling on the building that was covered with dragon scales. He suddenly laughed out loud, but he was helpless and said, "Forget it, forget it!"

………………

The winter scenery is clear and the world is on the eve of change.

In this land of Jiangnan, Li Guanyi was able to live a peaceful life.

On weekdays, he plays chess with his great-grandfather and chats with Mr. Yan Daiqing and Mr. Wen Qingyu. Wherever he goes, there are silver-haired girls following him. His personal reputation is extremely high in the whole Jiangnan area, which is different from the suffering in Xiyi City.

Time passed slowly, and the situation in the world was turbulent. It was obviously already extremely tense. All the countries in the world and the heroes were looking at Xiyi City worriedly, speculating on the changes in the world situation and preparing to place bets.

According to historical records, it was a situation of surging winds and clouds, dormant heroes, and impending storm. There was the imperial power and aristocratic families of Chen, the civil and military officials of Ying, the prince's party and the second prince's party, the grassroots of the Central Plains, and the heroes of the grassland.

In the troubled times, various forces and contradictions that had accumulated for more than three hundred years intensified wildly in these short months, just like a hole was torn open, and countless conspiracies, open plots, competitions, and secret hatreds took place one after another.

This also makes this era the most beloved era by later historians and storytellers.

It also makes the unofficial history of this era the first in history.

But it cannot affect the light and transparent sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River in winter.

Li Guanyi held the teacup quietly, watching the ripples of light in the teacup under the sunlight. The silver-haired girl was thinking about how to bake steamed buns. Yaoguang's deduction skills were extremely strong, but it seemed that she used magic to do many things.

In some simple things, I choose instinct.

In fact, the girl's instinct was very bad, and the bun was black and burnt, with cracks.

Murong Qiushui fed the silver-haired girl while saying:

"After the New Year, it was the sixteenth year of Tianqi, and Li Nuer would be twenty years old. Many officials from the Ministry of Rites of Zhongzhou came over and dug out many documents and files, saying that it was a coming-of-age ceremony for the king, a major event to be celebrated by all, and preparations had to be made from the beginning of the new year."

"All kinds of expenses are not a small amount."

Li Guanyi said, "Don't worry, auntie." He put down the cup in his hand and smiled, "I already have an idea of ​​where the money in this place came from."

Nangong Wumeng muttered, "As long as you don't ask me to go out for another walk."

General Nangong Wumeng has also reached the pinnacle of the sixth level.

The speed of cultivation was so fast that Li Guan was dumbfounded, but Nangong Wumeng was very angry and said that you are the second best general in the world at the age of 20, and it is too much to say that I, who am only at the sixth level of cultivation, am very fast.

When Li Guan heard Nangong Wumeng's words, he said, "You have already traveled around Jiangnan. Next time, let's go to the grassland together. The grassland is vast and there must be a lot of good things there."

Nangong Wumeng glared at him, but finally agreed reluctantly.

"If we're going to do it together, then, we're going to do it together."

"Although I don't really want to go out with you, but since you've already said so, ahem, after all, you are the lord, and I am just a ranger general under your command. If you want me to go, I definitely have to go."

Li Guanyi blinked and said, "Then, General Nangong, please follow my orders."

Nangong Wumeng was puzzled and tilted his head: "Huh?"

Li Guanyi said solemnly: "Please bring me enough gold and silver to keep the entire Tiance Mansion running for ten years!"

He thought Nangong Wumeng would be angry because of this, but he saw the woman in front of him looking at him with regretful eyes and said, "Your Highness Prince Qin, are you okay?"

"Is it really enough to use the gold and silver that Tiance Mansion has operated for ten years?"

Li Guanyi hesitated and said, "Hmm? Ah? What else?"

Nangong Wumeng looked at him with encouragement: "Shout more!"

Li Guanyi said, "Well, how about fifteen years?"

Nangong Wumeng raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine, then said proudly: "I can find you enough gold to squander for a hundred years!"

Li Guan was delighted: "Really?!"

Nangong Wumeng exhaled a breath of alcohol: "Fake!"

Nangong Wumeng laughed and said complacently: "Since you are already dreaming, why don't you dare to dream bigger? My Lord, my Lord, are you too poor to even dream bigger?"

King Qin: “…………”

Nangong Wumeng succeeded in killing the King of Qin for the first time!
Then a big hand pressed down on his head.

But he was suppressed physically by the King of Qin.

The slightly tipsy General Nangong Wumeng let out a scream, and Li Guanyi was helpless. The silver-haired girl next to him held a straight wooden stick in both hands and forcefully handed the stick to Li Guanyi. There was no expression on her face, but there was a kind of confidence that showed she was eager to try.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin was in deep thought, and then he finally understood.

Then, he took the cracked toasted bun covered with a layer of honey from Yaoguang and put it into General Nangong Wumeng's mouth to help her sober up. After failing in his attempt to "revolt against his superiors", Nangong Wumeng hugged Murong Qiushui's waist and cried.

Li Guanyi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

The time is near.

He went there in person and found Mr. Yan Daiqing to discuss his plan and request. Mr. Yan Daiqing was dumbfounded and couldn't help but said, "But, my lord, if this matter spreads, your reputation may be even worse."

"I'm afraid all the contemporary readers will attack him collectively."

"Your Majesty, you have fallen into the trap of money."

The King of Qin was not right but said angrily: "Ah? Yes!"

"That's not it!"

Mr. Yan Daiqing was stunned by such an open and aboveboard answer, and for a moment he could not say anything, but Fang Zi Qiao could not help laughing. He looked at Li Guanyi's plan and said gently, "The Lord's request is actually nothing."

"Because the lord is powerful and powerful."

"And this time, those who came here at this time for the [King Qin's Coming of Age Ceremony] all hope to use the name of the lord to gain fame and benefits. They are like fat meat, attracting insects. We don't have to worry about them when we take action."

Yan Daiqing worriedly asked, "Will this not damage the reputation of the Lord?"

Yan Daiqing was in charge of logistics and internal affairs, while Fang Ziqiao was in charge of the overall strategic direction of the rear. He smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, Daiqing, it won't be like this. If Daiqing is like this, he will definitely be arrogant, or there will be such consequences."

"But a truly noble person would not come here at this time to prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony."

House Joe smiled faintly:
"The high-ranking civil and military officials in this chaotic world are all smart people. They all know how to adjust their attitudes according to the rules of this world. When they should not yield to death, they will not yield to death; when they should humble themselves, they will humble themselves faster than anyone else."

"And the lord happens to be the one who makes the rules."

“They are very familiar with this.”

"However, there are still some places that are still too straightforward. I will polish it for you."

The New Year of the sixteenth year of the Tianqi period passed.

The people of Zhongzhou City and famous scholars all arrived in Jiangnan at the same time. They were all relieved because the King of Qin, the rebellious king, finally began to understand the importance of etiquette.

From the hero who conquered the world with three arrows a year ago.

Until now, the king who has informed the world before his coming of age that he will prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony has indeed grown up.

The old official of the Ministry of Rites of Zhongzhou, who was refuted by the King of Qin and told by the King to die for his country, and also a famous scholar, Qu Hanxiu, had a look of relief on his face, as if he had seen a prodigal son who, under the guidance of himself and others, returned to the right path.

After having such an experience, I can write some letters home when I go back.

It is said that His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin was born in the grassroots and was a hero who had fought in many battles and pacified the four directions. However, he grew up in the market and was raised by women. He did not know etiquette and did not understand the teachings of saints.

After his persuasion, he finally repented and was willing to follow the rules of his ancestors and maintain the etiquette and laws of the world.

In this way, you can become famous in future generations.

Although he thought so, he said on the surface:
"This time, we must ensure that His Royal Highness Prince Qin's coming-of-age ceremony is of a level worthy of being recorded in the Ministry of Rites. This will also allow our names to be passed down through the generations and be admired by scholars of all generations."

However, when the officials from the Ministry of Rites of these countries arrived in Qin, they found new files and saw a plaque at the threshold for entrance and the ceremony of coming of age, with two lines of large characters written on it in a flamboyant style.

It is the handwriting of King Qin.

Qu Hanxiu identified it and fell silent.

The group of great scholars and celebrities were silenced for a long time by the two sentences of His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin.

He looked at the two lines of words and felt that he needed a word that was more lethal than "the collapse of rituals and the decline of music."

"The King of Qin's Crowning Ceremony"

"Please prepare the gift money for the ceremony. Each person only needs one thousand gold!"

(End of this chapter)