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Murong Qing originally thought that Concubine Chen could become his last trump card, because he also knew the person of the Fifth Emperor Sister very well, as long as Concubine Chen was in his hands, she would definitely not sit idly by and ignore her.

However, when is Concubine Chen gone?

Murong Qing didn't have time to think about these problems, because what he was facing now was far more severe than he imagined, although he still had dead soldiers.

"Murong Qing, what else do you have to say now?"

Murong Mo always couldn't help but want to rush forward, tied Murong Qing tightly, and finally pushed Murong Le with a 'click', and the matter was over.

After all, the longer the time drags on, if Murong Qing has a follow-up move, it will be easy to have long nights and dreams.

"Say? Say what? Don't you already know that? ”

Murong Qing sneered, if he didn't say that he was not cold at all, it would be impossible, but he still had a glimmer of life, that is, Xuanji, so he must buy himself enough time.

"In other words, you've confessed to everything you've done, right?"

Murong Le's expression was faint, only the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, which could make Murong Qing feel that he still had a trace of emotion, and Murong Le couldn't see through it like this.

No, he didn't see through it all the time.

"I'm doing a good job, but if you want to take me down just because of this, do you think this is enough to block the people's mouths!"

Murong Qing is quite good at pulling tiger skins, but it has come to this point, if there is no complete planning and preparation, will Murong Mo and Murong Le really appear here so unsuspectingly?

What are you kidding, thinking that all the people are Murong Feng?

"So, Your Majesty, do you think you can block it down?"

Therefore, just when Murong Mo and Murong Le were just smiling but didn't answer, Murong Qing couldn't help but beat the drum in his heart, and at this time, a familiar voice came from behind.

Murong Qing turned around abruptly, and looked at the person who was slowly walking towards him in a daze, wearing a sky-blue Confucian shirt, wearing a white jade crown, and holding a jade bone folding fan in his hand.

Isn't that who it is?

"What! Why!? ”

Murong Qing looked even more angry, after all, he was still the one who pulled him up, why did he leave him, and even help others put him to death?

"Your Majesty, as I said below, the purpose is to give the scholars of the poor family a way out, but you want to rush to the country, and you are almost out of life in the next place, so what can you give those children a way out?"

He smiled lightly, he knew that he was very snobbish, but he didn't feel despicable at all, people, they had to let go and fight for what they wanted.

No matter what kind of way it looks.

"So, you took refuge in someone else!"

Murong Qing was really angry, he couldn't accept that the person he liked was on the opposite side of him, at first, she thought that she was just throwing a temper with him, and she would soon return to her side.

After all, he really appreciates He Lun's talent very much, and he is even planning to restore the post of prime minister and let He Lun take on it, but unfortunately, it is too late.

"It's not a refuge, it's just a matter of choosing the most suitable and correct path."

He Lun was not annoyed, he just smiled slightly, but in Murong Qing's opinion, He Lun's smile was like a thorn in his heart.

"You did all those rumors."

Murong Qing suddenly calmed down, looked at He Yan in front of him, and said affirmatively.

He knows that what he is best at, that is, the tongue can be lotus, no matter what it was, as long as he is willing, the black can be said to be white, and the dead can be said to be alive.

Therefore, the flow of those aspirations that are unfavorable to him and as sharp as a spearhead should be the correct handwriting of He Zhi, at least, he is very sure of this matter.

"Of course, he is not the only one, but also the subordinates and students, who have also done their part."

Another person walked slowly, dressed in a snow-white robe like a white cloud in the air that was not stained with dust, this person was the scholar who appeared on the street corner with He Yan that day, but Murong Qing didn't know him.

"Under Chen Zhengsheng."

"Teacher."

Seeing Murong Qing's puzzled face, Chen Zhengsheng happily reported his name, Murong Qing gave him a strange look, and after thinking about it, he was sure that he didn't know him.

It's just that what made him so shocked that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, what kind of action did he call this Chen Zhengsheng a teacher?

And at this time, just after Chen Zhengsheng's footsteps, a large number of scholars dressed as Confucian scholars all stood behind Chen Zhengsheng and He Yan with their heads held high.

All of them are students of Anding College.

"Hahahaha, Murong Qing, do you know who Mr. Chen is?"

Seeing that Murong Qing was stunned in place, Murong Mo couldn't help but laugh again, and between his gestures, he brought the unique cheerfulness and boldness of a soldier.

"Third Emperor Brother, do you know what Princess Yue's father did when he was alive?"

Seeing that Murong Qing still looked puzzled, Murong Le sneered and gave him a little hint.

"Anding Academy...... It was Murong Feng who harmed the Anding Academy that fell! Mr. An Qin was also angry with Murong Yue! ”

After Murong Le said this, Murong Qing sounded, after Mr. An Qin's death, his students inherited the academy and continued to teach classes in it, however, the affairs of Anding Academy and Mr. An Qin have nothing to do with him.

"However, you want to marry Princess Yue, aren't you?"

Murong Le sneered again, Mr. An Qin treated the students like parents and children, and now, Mr. An Qin's daughter was coerced again, how could they sit idly by?

The literati are arrogant, so sometimes, don't provoke the literati's pen and their incorruptible tongue.

"This ......"

Murong Qing finally came to his senses, because he wanted to marry An Qianyue, so Chen Zhengsheng and they all came to help An Qianyue get angry, and it just so happened that Murong Mo and Murong Le coincided with this.

So, they cooperated.

The more Murong Qing thought about it, the more he felt that the cold sweat on his back was bursting out, and even in this sunny day, the clothes on Murong Qing's back were completely soaked.

"Murong Qing, if you lose, you should also repay the debts of your mother and the Seventh Emperor Brother."

Seeing that Murong Qing's expression finally collapsed slightly, Murong Mo stepped forward slowly with steady steps, and then, as long as he was tied up and handed over to the Seventh Emperor Brother, this matter would be over.

"Wait, you...... What are you doing! ”

Watching Murong Mo approaching little by little, Murong Qing finally panicked, he knew that his skills were no match for Murong Mo, who had been galloping in the army for so many years, but he still had ......

"Don't think about it, your dead soldiers have already been taken down by us in one fell swoop, otherwise, why do you think they haven't come to save you now?"

Seeing that Murong Qing's eyes were flickering, Murong Mo smiled a little hideously, and mercilessly pressed the last straw on Murong Qing's heart that was about to collapse.

"Murong Mo, do you really think you are the material for the emperor? Or is it the paralyzed son of the Seventh Emperor Brother? ”

Now that the defeat has been decided, Murong Qing has nothing to fear, so he can't stop laughing wildly, "Hahaha, if you kill me, Xuanyang will die faster, hahahaha!" ”

"Who told you that we were going to be emperors?"

"It's like, idiot, who told you that."

Murong Le glanced at him disdainfully, and then moved his gaze to the other side, seeing this, Murong Qing also looked in that direction in a hurry.

Not far away, a slender blue figure was standing there, Murong Qing's eyes widened in disbelief, and then, his body tilted, and his chin fell to the ground fiercely.

This......

Murong Yue!?

(To be continued.) )