Ye Wuqing almost dragged Xiao Yi, who had an ugly face, back to Xiwu Palace almost all the way.

If it weren't for the fact that she had been holding Xiao Yi's hand and not letting him leave, Xiao Yi would probably have summoned the leader of the Shadowless Guard.

Back in the Xiwu Palace, Ye Wuqing pulled him to a chair before letting go of Xiao Yi's hand.

Xiao Yi touched the place that Ye Wuqing had held just now with one hand and sat down. The well-trained palace maid immediately came up with a cup of tea, and Ye Wuqing took it and handed it to Xiao Yi, "Drink tea first." ”

Xiao Yi's eyebrows were tightly twisted, the corners of his eyes were dyed with a touch of blood, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshots, obviously he was enduring something.

If other people saw Xiao Yi's appearance in ordinary times, they would definitely be frightened and frightened.

Because once he showed this expression, he clearly couldn't restrain his tyranny and wanted to kill.

Xiao Yi was really angry.

Ye Wuqing was helpless, Feng Mu's temper was the best, he had always been gentle and soft, and he had hardly ever seen him angry, but there was also a distraction Xiao Yi who represented the tyrannical side.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to take the tea cup handed over by Ye Wuqing, the green tea soup in it was clear, with a calming faint aroma. This is the spiritual tea that Ye Wuqing specially prepared for him, which can soothe the tyranny and depression in his heart and relieve the pain.

Xiao Yi drank the tea, and his expression eased a little, because the pain in his angry head like a crack was now relieved, and he felt a lot better.

Xiao Yi raised one hand and pressed his temple, holding the teacup in the other, looking at Ye Wuqing and said dissatisfiedly: "But some people who are full of gossip and don't know the so-called damned, what are you protecting them for?" Just kill this kind of person. ”

Xiao Yi was very unhappy.

Ye Wuqing smiled slightly: "There is no need to kill, I have a way to solve it." ”

Xiao Yi's long and narrow eyes were slightly constricted, and he still looked very unconcerned, so he put the finished teacup on the table next to him, stared at Ye Wuqing and waited for her to explain.

Ye Wuqing sat down opposite him, "Jiang Luan's intentions are sinister, this is obviously her calculating us, if you obey her will and kill someone, you will fall into her trap." ”

The demon concubine Ye Wuqing didn't care about anything at all, what she was worried about was that Xiao Yi would embark on the road of no return to the tyrant of the dead country according to the development of the plot.

After all, there are all the demon concubines in the wrong country, will the tyrant of the dead country be far away?

Jiang Luan killed Zuo Xiang and his wife and poured dirty water on her, didn't he just want to come back and destroy Zhou Guo in the name of revenge according to the development of the plot?

Zhou Guo did not show signs of chaos like in the original plot, and Xiao Yi, the tyrant in the original plot, also changed, and his behavior was not so tyrannical.

But if there is a troubled dynasty by his side, and the country and the people are poisoned and killed, but the vicious demon concubine who is deeply loved, Xiao Yi will also massacre the people who reprimand the demon concubine for the sake of this "demon concubine", and the heroine of the tyrannical school and Chen Guo will have enough reasons and excuses to attack Zhou Guo.

And most of the people who accuse Ye Wuqing are literati students, Jiang Luan's loyal fan group.

In this era, it is extremely difficult for scholars to read, all of them are not low-born, even poor students are backed by clans or teachers, and there are often intertwined families behind them, which themselves represent a force. And because of Jiang Luan, the literary style of the capital of the Zhou State prevailed, and the capital was not only a literati student of the Zhou State, but even a lot of literati students from other countries.

Once Xiao Yi starts to kill, it is easy to provoke these Rao to resist, although the literati students are powerless, but they can shake the ground with a pen.

Jiang Luan's plan is not evil.

Ye Wuqing tried every possible means to correct Xiao Yi, and Jiang Luan's move could destroy Ye Wuqing's achievements cleanly.

Ye Wuqing tried his best to soften his voice: "I know that you are for my good, but if you really kill someone, then it will confirm the reputation of my demon concubine, how many people and students are below, can you kill them all?" When the time comes, they will write a few biographies, and this sewage will not be washed away. We can attack the shield of the son with the spear of the son, and if the rumors can't be stopped, then let another thing take its place. ”

Xiao Yi's face eased somewhat, and he snorted softly and turned his head away.

Ye Wuqing reached out and patted his fingers on the table, quite comfortingly.

Xiao Yicai smiled.

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Duan Hall was the most popular place for literati and scholars in the capital of the Zhou Kingdom, and is located in a spacious courtyard with beautiful scenery on the outskirts of Beijing, with picturesque scenery and a rich academic atmosphere.

It brings together the best students, the best poems and articles, and fine wine and music, and it is a place that no math scholar yearns for.

Duan Hall is also the place where Jiang Luan became famous, Jiang Luan is known as the first talented woman in the Zhou Kingdom, and her fame has moved all countries, leaving countless famous poems and works in the book hall for people to admire.

Almost every student who enters the Duane Hall will become an avid fan of her after visiting all her poems.

He Zifang, the hall master of Duan Hall, is a leader of the students in the capital, and he is the number one fan of Jiang Luan.

Whoever wants Jiang Luan's badness, he will definitely be able to expel the other party from the circle of literati in the capital, and toss it to the point that he is ruined and ruined.

There was once a talented girl from a family, because she questioned Jiang Luan's poems in different styles, like countless genres, sometimes graceful and poignant, sometimes Jin Ge Iron Horse, sometimes subtle and graceful and leisurely IELTS, sometimes heroic and unrestrained and elegant.

At that time, this talented woman seemed to express her admiration for Jiang Luan, and seemed to question Jiang Luan for plagiarism.

He Zifang was furious when he found out, and accused this talented woman in front of everyone, with a strange and insidious jealous mind, and a honey sword in his mouth and belly. The incomparable glow of the moon, which dared to question the glow of the moon above the nine, insulted the lintel of the Duane Hall and drove her out.

The literati scolded people without a word of swearing, but every word was heart-wrenching, this is a famous talented woman, because she was pointed at behind her back, ridiculed and ridiculed, and finally died of depression and illness.

There are many more examples like this.

As long as you question Jiang Luan, He Zifang will inevitably reprimand you for being self-conscious and ruined.

Jiang Yan's reputation is so bad, what kind of straw bag beauty has a picture of gold and jade, and the evaluation of the stomach full of bitterness and sinister spirit is also attributed to He Zifang.

He hated Jiang Yan for not respecting and bullying Jiang Luan. If the two are not sisters of the same mother, He Zifang will do more than that.

This time about the rumor that "the demon concubine poisoned her biological parents and blamed Jiang Luan", Wuyingwei found that the earliest source came from Du'an Hall.

Du Antang is related to the case of Jiang Luan's escape from prison and poisoning Zuo Xiang's wife.

Xiao Yi happily asked people to surround Du Antang.

The five thousand Praetorian Guards and hundreds of Shadowless Guards were blocked by the water in the Duan Hall, and the unprovoked use of the spears of the cold light revealed a sense of slaughter.

The helpless students in the Duane Hall were locked up for three full years, and the surplus food was exhausted.

The scholar who was already thin and thin was really hungry and thin, and he was weak, so he didn't have to write poetry and paint, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a pen