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The Prefect's Mansion of Linjiang County.

Prefect Li Yujiang was exchanging cups with a young man in white robes.

It's hard to imagine what kind of status this young man has to be qualified to drink with Li Yujiang who is a fifth-rank master.

"Nephew Liu Xian, since you are here, please stay a little longer, so that I can fulfill my friendship as a landlord."

Li Yujiang smiled all over his face, and actually took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for the young man in front of him.

This young man was none other than Liu Ruyun, a disciple of the third-rank great Confucian king Jiang He.

When Li Yujiang was studying, he was taught by Wang Jianghe, and he was lucky enough to step into the three realms of talented scholars.

That's why when Liu Ruyun passed through Linjiang County, he specially hosted a banquet for him.

Of course, his thoughts are not limited to these.

Liu Ruyun smiled and said: "Thank you uncle for your hospitality, but I have urgent matters to deal with at home, and I have to go back to the capital to serve my teacher after I have dealt with the family affairs, so I really can't stay long."

His evasive words made Li Yujiang even more satisfied.

A young talent with extraordinary talents and learning, but at the age of eighteen, he is already in the realm of eighth grade.

The most important thing is that the quality is also very good, respecting the teacher and respecting the way, both etiquette and law.

If there is no accident, Liu Ruyun's achievements are definitely not weaker than her own, and she may even step into the realm of great Confucianism!

Wouldn't it be wonderful if such a talented man could become his son-in-law.

Thinking of this, Li Yujiang smiled and said: "Nephew Liu Xian, I just set up a youth poetry meeting, and just two days later, the prize is a sword. Why don't you go back to Jiang Cheng after participating in this poetry meeting?"

"It's only two days' effort, I believe the master will not blame him."

He tried to dissuade her again and again, but Liu Ruyun showed a pensive expression.

After a few breaths, he opened his mouth and said: "Okay, I will follow the arrangement of my uncle."

Li Yujiang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and waved his hands: "Hurry up and serve the food, is my nephew going to starve and lose weight?"

"Also, where is Miss? Where did she go to play again? Why didn't she come over? Don't you know that her elder brother is here?"

He greeted one after another, and some of the servants were busy serving dishes, while others were looking for Miss Li Zhuqing, the sheriff.

"Nephew, our two families are also family friends. I wanted the little girl Zhuqing to meet you so that I could learn a thing or two from you. I didn't expect this little girl to stay in the boudoir. I'm so sorry!" Li Yu Jiang said with a face of shame.

Liu Ruyun waved his hands and said: "It's okay, Zhuqing is also young, so it's good to be sensible in the future."

He could see that Li Yujiang wanted that Li Zhuqing to cling to him.

But he is a disciple of great Confucianism, how could he marry the daughter of a sheriff.

Furthermore, it is estimated that the little girl is just ordinary, so there is no need to delay this time.

Just when he shied away, a coquettish voice came.

"Daddy, I told you, I'm studying poetry, why do you insist on letting me come out to meet guests!"

A pretty girl walked over angrily with her cheeks puffed up.

Although it looks a little green, it has everything it should have, and coupled with its pretty face, it is quite seductive.

For a moment, Liu Ruyun was also taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Li Yujiang, a mere prefect, who was not very good-looking, could give birth to such a pretty daughter.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he was very polite: "Sister Zhuqing, right? I haven't seen you for ten years, but she looks even more beautiful."

Liu Ruyun had a confident face. With his appearance and temperament, he often deceived little girls in the capital. Even those girls from the Beijing official family fell in love with him. It was not easy to win the daughter of a county guard.

However, Li Zhuqing just glanced at him lightly, and replied: "I have seen Ruyun big brother."

Then there is no text.

Seeing him standing there awkwardly, Li Yujiang hurriedly made a rescue: "What's the matter with you little girl, you don't know how to be polite at all!"

He turned his head to Liu Ruyun again and said, "Nephew, I made you laugh."

"It's okay, sister Zhuqing is innocent and straightforward, it's a good thing." Liu Ruyun still had a smile on her face.

After he sat back in his seat, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Only in this way can there be a challenge and a thrill of conquest. Within two days, this little girl must be taken down, otherwise he will be sorry for his reputation as a Confucian disciple.

"Father, do you know that a poem was published recently that aroused the vision of the literary world, and the poet was not yet twenty years old." Li Zhuqing said with a smile.

Before Li Yujiang answered, Liu Ruyun smiled and said: "This is a rumor, brother Wei just came back from the capital, and I haven't heard of any poems that have aroused the vision of Wen Dao."

"Sister Zhuqing, there are too many rumors like this, don't take it seriously..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Zhuqing glared at him and said: "Someone saw it with their own eyes, the whole boat is full of people, so can it be fake?"

One sentence choked Liu Ruyun immediately, he showed an embarrassed smile, but in his heart he scolded the person who caused Wen Dao's vision.

It is likely to be another poem written by the young master who ran out of the capital and a great Confucian.

Hao Duanduan is not staying in the capital, what is he running out of?

He laughed and said, "So that's the case. Does sister Zhuqing know who the poet is?"

"Master White Dragon!"

Li Zhuqing's eyes flickered when he said this name.

"I heard that Mr. Bailong has a sword hanging from his waist. He likes to drink and compose poems. He is handsome and handsome. He looks like an exiled immortal."

Master Bailong? Liu Ruyun frowned slightly. He had stayed in the capital for eight or nine years, and he had never heard of this person. Could it be a pseudonym?

"The west wind blows old Ping Jiangbo, and the Dragon Lord has gray hair all night!"

"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy!"

Li Zhuqing recited the poem with a look of admiration.

"This is the poem written by Mr. Bailong, Dad, what do you think?"

Li Yujiang looked helpless, of course he could tell that the poem was excellent, but in front of Liu Ruyun, how could he praise others.

He could only say: "It's really not bad, but your Ruyun big brother is also well-educated, and this Young Master Bailong is still not as good as him."

Liu Ruyun was still in embarrassment at first, but he was very pleased to hear this, and said with a smile: "Wow, uncle has praised you."

Just when Li Zhuqing was about to refute, Liu Ruyun's bookboy suddenly ran over crying.

Everyone turned their heads to look over, but saw a young man with a face swollen like a pig's head running over.

Liu Ruyun frowned slightly, her eyes were a little displeased.

"Young master, you have to decide for me!"

"I was going to find you a place to stay, but I found Linjiangju."

"In the end, a country bumpkin suddenly jumped out and wanted to grab a room with me. It's fine for him to be unreasonable, and he beat me up. Look how I've been beaten!"

The book boy wiped away his snot and tears from crying.

Before Liu Ruyun could speak, Li Yujiang slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

He said angrily: "How dare you commit murder and hurt people in my Linjiang county town, how courageous, I will send people to Linjiang residence to arrest them!"

As he said that, he was about to step out.

Liu Ruyun was still angry at first, but when she rolled her eyes, she suddenly had an idea.

He immediately stopped Li Yujiang and said: "Uncle, it's just my nephew's private business, how can I bother you to let the officers and soldiers pass, how can scholars care about these vulgar people, I just find another inn."