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Wu Zhaofeng smiled and said, "I know that you have always wanted the head of that great Sima Chen Shuo, if you can cut off the head of the Wing King Long Que, then Chen Shuo's head will also belong to you." ”

Wu Wanli's body couldn't help but tremble.

- Although he and Wu Zhaofeng belong to the same clan, but there is really not much connection between the two of them, he is just a branch of the great martial arts family, but he didn't expect to offend the great Sima Chen Shuo of the dynasty, and as a result, the whole family died, and if he was not protected by Wu Zhaofeng, he entered the palace as a eunuch, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape death.

——Over the years, Wu Wanli has dreamed of killing Chen Shuo, but he has begged for it but can't get it, he can only serve Wu Zhaofeng like the most loyal dog, with the help of her might, waiting for an opportunity to seek revenge, along the way, he is cautious, lest he invite other troubles, and even in the past thirty years, he has forgotten even the basic action of raising his head, fortunately, the time to wait has finally come.

When he heard Wu Zhaofeng's promise, he clearly felt that the blood night in his body seemed to be burning.

The breathing was heavier by a few parts.

Soon.

It's back to business as usual again.

Wu Zhaofeng's eyes revealed a trace of imperceptible obscurity, everyone has great value to use, and what she has to do is to maximize the value of everyone's use, nothing else, because she stands in a position that many people look up to, this position is originally paved with thorns, and it is dangerous to sit on it, so she has also learned to ignore life and death.

"Go, I hope to get good news from you. ”

Wu Zhaofeng said softly.

Wu Wanli stood up straight, a cold light appeared in his eyes, nodded lightly, and walked out.

——

All of a sudden.

The wind is blowing.

Blowing a pool of wrinkles.

The geese have left a voice, and the people have left a name.

The old Guozi sacrifice Jiuyang Bridge Master is nearly 100 years old, but his body bones are very tough, he wears a gray robe all day long, and he still splashes ink in the courtyard, and his divine behavior is still extremely handsome.

As an old minister of the two dynasties, in the Taiqian Empire, the only remaining famous Confucian, Yangqiao Shi can be said to be a real disciple of more than 3,000 grandchildren, looking at the court, that civil official did not bend down to salute when he saw him, and was respectful, even if the rude military general saw it, he had to lower his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, and he walked around when he had nothing to do.

Leaning on an iron mouth.

The Yangqiao Division convinced the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

Even if there is a person who does not have a long eye and chooses to go against the Yangqiao Master, in the end, he can only obediently clamp his tail and run to him to kowtow and admit his mistake.

Looking at the entire Taiqian Empire, only the Yangqiao Division has such qualifications.

Pick up the pen and wave it.

A fixed word jumped on the paper.

Yang Qiao Shi exhaled softly.

Beside him, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy hurriedly handed over the teacup he was holding.

Taking a sip of tea, Master Yangqiao slowly sat down.

looked at the boy, and said slowly: "Qianheng, have you studied hard these days?"

The boy nodded hurriedly and said, "Qianheng has been carefully studying the content assigned by the teacher. ”

Master Yangqiao couldn't help but smile and said slowly: "Since you have studied carefully, then I will explain the content." ”

Qianheng's expression couldn't help but change.

These days, he is indeed studying the content of the teacher's arrangement diligently, but he can only seem to understand, but he understands, if he wants to say a three, four, five or six, he really can't speak, there seems to be a paste hidden in his head.

In addition, his teacher is the most famous Confucian in the court.

My own disciple has not even learned a trace of his fur now, so he is really a little weak to explain the content here.

"Teacher ......"

"Teacher, I'...... It hasn't been thoroughly studied. ”

Qian Heng hesitated and whispered repeatedly.

Master Yangqiao stroked the goatee on his chin and said with a smile: "Read the book a hundred times, and you will see its righteousness." You kid has to study hard. ”

"Listen to Master's teachings. ”

Qianheng hurriedly said aloud.

Master Yangqiao nodded lightly and said: "I have been through ups and downs in my life, and I have come through it hard, I originally thought that when I was old, I could return to the countryside, practice calligraphy, plant flowers, and accept a disciple with good talent to inherit the mantle, but I didn't expect it to be difficult!"

Qianheng's expression couldn't help but change.

Ever since the people in the palace came, he found that something was wrong with his master, and the extremely calm words written in the past also trembled a little, and the soup he made did not have the same taste as in the past, either salty or light.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Qianheng asked softly.

Master Yang Qiao pondered for a moment and said, "My old bones are going to come in handy again." ”

Qianheng's expression revealed a hint of doubt.

Master Yangqiao said slowly: "I'm going to teach the prince." ”

Qianheng's expression couldn't help but be overjoyed, it was a great honor to be able to teach the prince to read. But soon, Qianheng's expression couldn't help but change.

The crown prince has reached the age of his establishment, and he has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, and his military achievements are outstanding, and his master went to teach him how to feel a little weird.

"Teacher...... What the hell is going on?"

Qianheng asked out loud.

Yangqiao Shi said slowly: "This is the emperor's meaning, that is the holy oracle, no matter what, I can't hide from it." ”

Qianheng said in a low voice: "Teacher, you can call yourself sick at home." ”

Yang Qiao Shi pondered for a moment.

Shake your head.

"This time it's not that simple, no matter what happens, I can't refuse, this time I have to go. ”

Yang Qiao Shi said in a deep voice.

- Before the authority of the emperor, even he, an old minister of the two dynasties, had no room for resistance.

Qianheng said: "The teacher already has an idea in his heart. ”

Yang Qiao Shi nodded.

Qianheng said: "Why don't the teacher bring me with me, and if I don't help me, I can also serve you tea and water, and serve you." ”

Yang Qiao Shi shook his head.

Qianheng's expression couldn't help but change, and he said, "Why?"

Master Yangqiao said slowly: "You are my youngest disciple, and you are also my mantle inheritance, you have to stay here with peace of mind, read all the books in this small courtyard, and understand their meanings, so that you will waste my efforts." ”

Qianheng's expression couldn't help but change.

- The collection of books in the small courtyard roughly counted more than 3,000 volumes, and when he would read them all and understand them.

seemed to sense the reluctance in Qianheng's heart.

Master Yangqiao's expression became extremely serious, and he said slowly: "Remember, no matter what happens, you must read all the real books in this small courtyard, otherwise you will not be able to settle down when you leave this small courtyard, if you don't listen, it will be you who will regret it when the time comes." ”

Looking at his teacher's serious expression, which was close to harsh words, Qianheng's heart moved.

(End of chapter)

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