Madam, protect me!

Daxia government offices get off work very early, and Chang'an County government offices close at about four o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Nuo felt a little uncomfortable early on.

In the past, he worked more than twelve hours a day, and it was normal to work overtime on Saturdays and Sundays. He would never dream of getting off work at four o'clock.

After returning from the county government office, he read some Legalist classics, gave a lecture to Mu'er, and then it was time for dinner.

The Li family's meals are always rich, with eight dishes and one soup, only three people can eat it.

Li Nuo, Song Jiaren, and Song Muer.

As for the owner of this family, his father in this world, Li Nuo has been here for a few days and has not even seen him. He only heard from Butler Wu that his father is busy with official duties and does not go home much. I lived in the Yamen most of the time, and even when I came back, I would come home late and leave early.

He must be really busy with official duties. Li Nuo went to bed at night and he hadn't come back yet. In the morning, before Li Nuo woke up, he was already gone.

The two are father and son who cannot be seen.

Today's dinner at the Li Mansion was more sumptuous than before, including spicy rabbit legs and braised chicken legs. These two dishes were ordered by Song Mu'er. The Li family's cooks are very good at cooking, and every dish is full of color, flavor and taste. Compared with the famous chefs of later generations, Not to mention more concessions.

Li Nuo had participated in some important dinner parties with the dean. He felt that the skills of famous chefs in later generations were not even as good as his own cooks.

Song Muer couldn't stop picking up the vegetables, and said with a bulging mouth: "Brother Li Nuo, your food is so delicious, much better than ours..."

Li Nuo heard Butler Wu mention that the cooks in his family seemed to be gourmets hired with high salaries. The gourmets did not have any special abilities, but they were excellent at cooking. The chefs in the imperial dining room were all without exception. Is a foodie.

As soon as Li Nuo picked up the chopsticks, he remembered something, looked at Song Mu'er who was enjoying the meal, and warned: "Mu'er, when you go back, don't ever say that you ate my delicious food, especially if you don't Tell Ning'er..."

Song Muer raised her head and asked puzzledly: "Why?"

If she didn't tell Song Ning'er that she had a particularly delicious meal at brother Li Nuo's house, wouldn't her meal be in vain?

Li Nuo could tell by the way her eyes were rolling around that she was definitely planning to go back and show off to Song Ning'er. With Song Ning'er's temperament, Li Nuo would have a big headache just thinking about it if she would come to the Li Mansion again.

He quickly said: "Don't ask why, in short, just don't tell Ning'er."

Under Li Nuo's strong request, Song Muer finally said obediently and regretfully that she would keep it a secret this time.

After dinner, Song Jiaren sent Song Muer home.

Li Nuo went back to his room and continued reading.

As a newbie, he still needs to know a lot about this world.

It is indeed difficult to get started with Legalism, but once you get started, not to mention attacking, at least your defense and self-protection abilities will be greatly improved. Even if it is only the first level, you can also unlock the art of confinement. If Li Nuo was at the gate of the county government that day, With the power of the first level of Legalism, there was no need for the lady to take action, and that arrow could not do anything to him.

It is also the initial stage. Among all the schools of thought, including warriors, only the Legalists can do this.

Warriors in the body shaping realm cannot be invulnerable without true energy to protect their bodies. Confucianism has to reach the third realm before Haoran's true energy can provide sufficient defense. As for the other ones, their abilities are more auxiliary.

In terms of personal strength, at least in the early stages, Legalism is absolutely unique.

After reaching a high level of cultivation, each family has its own strengths and has extremely miraculous abilities, but there is no absolute strength or weakness.

For example, farmers can control the weather, military strategists can greatly improve the morale and combat power of their soldiers, doctors can be immune to all diseases and can even regenerate broken limbs, and Mohists can control thousands of machine puppets with one person to conquer cities and territories without any disadvantage...

Of course, Legalists are not weak either. The fourth level can control the power of imprisonment, draw the ground as a prison, and trap people alive in the same place. The fifth level can control the power of exile and force the opponent to move. Warriors of the same level cannot get close at all, and In the sixth realm, the word "death" can cause someone to die instantly...

Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Even if he doesn't cultivate these families, he still has to understand them, so as not to be tricked by others without knowing it.

He slept a little late today, and it wasn't until he felt sleepy that Li Nuo turned off the lights and went to bed.

A quarter of an hour later, a carriage drove slowly through the streets of Chang'an.

It was already past the curfew, but no one on the streets patrolling the carriage dared to stop it. When the carriage passed by, they would stand respectfully on the roadside and watch the carriage pass.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the Li Mansion, and a figure got down from it. Butler Wu greeted him with a smile and said, "The master is back."

The expression on his face was a little regretful, and he said: "The young master just went to bed. It would be better if the master came back a quarter of an hour earlier."

The elegant and handsome middle-aged man walked into Li's house, returned to the study, and took up writing for a while. Butler Wu looked at the two poems on the paper, with a smile on his face and said: "I also know what happened in the Song Dynasty last night. …”

This morning, he learned from the servants of Song Mansion what happened at last night's birthday banquet.

The birthday gift prepared by the young lady for Mrs. Song was secretly replaced with stones. At the critical moment, the young master composed two poems in succession, which not only solved the crisis at that time, but also made Mrs. Song happy, and received unanimous praise from everyone.

He asked happily: "Master, Master, are these two poems well written?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "It's not very good, but it's interesting."

Butler Wu said happily: "God has eyes. The old slave said, how could the master's son be a fool? When the young master was a child, he often played alone in the master's study. Could it be that he learned these things at that time... "

The middle-aged man looked at the two birthday poems on the paper. After a moment, he asked: "Please tell me in detail about the assassination of the young master that night..."

Butler Wu said: "That night, the old slave was already asleep. Hearing the young master's scream, he immediately rushed to the young master's room and found that the maid was holding a dagger and was about to murder the young master. Fortunately, the old slave arrived in time. The young master just Suffered minor injuries.

After that, the young master's behavior seemed a little abnormal. First he hit his head against a pillar, and after waking up the next day, he jumped from the roof again. He couldn't remember anything about the past. Ever since the young master woke up, he had changed. He is now smarter. Not only can he count, but he can also judge cases and write poems. He is like a different person. If the old slave hadn't secretly seen the mole on the young master's butt, he would have thought that the young master had been tricked..."

He had grown up watching the young master and was familiar with every part of his body. After secretly and carefully inspecting him, he was extremely convinced that the young master was the genuine young master.

The middle-aged man fell silent and said nothing more.

At this time, Butler Wu thought of something, looked troubled, and said: "By the way, sir, the young master seems to want to practice legalism. In the past few days, he has been solving cases in Chang'an County Yamen, and even learned the "Daxia Law"... …”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to practice Legalism?"

Butler Wu said helplessly: "It was a misunderstanding. That day, the young lady mistakenly thought that the young master was plotting against the female assassin, so she beat the young master. The young master seemed to be unhappy and kept pestering the old slave to find out how to become stronger. He has no foundation in martial arts. , so the old slave told him the ways of hundreds of schools of thought, and he chose Legalism among them. "

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said: "Among all the schools, the Legalist School is indeed the fastest improving and has the strongest strength among all the schools."

Butler Wu asked: "Master, what should we do now? Should we stop the young master? It is really too dangerous for the cultivators..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Let him go, as long as he likes it."

When Butler Wu heard this, he said nothing more.

It is true that the cultivator is in danger, but with the master here, he can protect the young master.

But what should the young master do when he knows the truth?

He couldn't help but worry about the master and the young master.

The middle-aged man stood up, walked slowly to the window, looked at the courtyard with the lights out, showed a meaningful smile, and said softly: "Legalists..."