"Before coming to Xining Mansion, I also had this plan." Wen Tingzhan bowed, "I have also been walking around the streets in micro-clothes these days, and the attitude of the people of Xining Mansion towards the Han and Tibetan people is too great, and in the long run, sooner or later Tubo will be forced to rebel again." ”

"Ah Zhan, what do you think of this alien race?" Night Shake asked with a sudden thought.

"Whose opinion is Shake asking?" Wen Tingzhan looked at the eyes of the night shake.

"From the point of view of those in power."

"Equal treatment." Wen Tingzhan said lightly, "Throughout history, from ancient times to the present, the Han people have always occupied the power of the Celestial Empire because of their large number of advantages, so it is understandable that they have superiority. But we cannot exclude dissidents, whether it is the Ryukyus, Tibet, the Western Regions, or Mongolia, since it is already the territory of our dynasty, the people on that territory are also the people of our dynasty. All the people want is to live and work in peace and contentment, and they never care about who is in power and who holds the world. If those in power can feed and clothe them, no ambitious person can incite them. From the moment we included them in our territory, they should no longer be treated differently from the Han Chinese. ”

"The true unity of the world is the cohesion of people's hearts, not the vastness of the territory."

Wen Tingzhan's words made Ye Shaoguang feel deeply: "Therefore, Song Shanchang can be regarded as opening an opening for you, so that he can have a stronghold and not look abrupt." ”

"Well, when I found out about that, I hoped that Shake would be able to spare him no matter what." Wen Tingzhan raised his eyes and looked at Ye Shaoguang with a smile, "I have no way of knowing what kind of person he was in the past, but in the past five years, he has made outstanding achievements in teaching and educating people, and I haven't found out that he has harmed anyone." ”

"As the Buddhist saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." Ye Shaoguang looked back at Wen Tingzhan, "It is a very vicious person, if there is a heart of repentance, the Buddhists are willing to give it a chance." That's the great compassion of Buddhism, and we cultivators don't actually have such a broad mind, maybe it's because most of us only cultivate our bodies and don't cultivate our minds, but I know that it's very difficult for a person to be able to regain his life. Ah Zhan, let's go meet Song Shanchang, I promise you, no matter what he has done in the past, as long as he has not been evil since his rebirth in the past five years, and he has not intended to devour the soul of the original owner, I can help him to truly be reborn as a human and cut off everything in the past. ”

Ye Shaoguang's words made Wen Tingzhan can't help but hold her hands and gently drop a kiss: "It's good to have Mrs. here." ”

Ye Shaoguang suddenly wiped honey in her heart, in fact, she found that she and Wen Tingzhan were inseparable, their combination was just right, she was able to help him in his realm, and why wasn't he trying his best to help her in her realm to accomplish things that cultivators couldn't?

At the end of September, before the academy was closed, Song Shanchang personally sent an invitation, he wanted to invite Wen Tingzhan to Kunlun Academy to give a class, Wen Tingzhan is now a fabulous existence in the eyes of students, and his influence is higher than anyone else.

After Wen Tingzhan read the invitation, he didn't agree, let alone refuse, but looked at Song Shanchang, who was standing in front of him a little thin, Song Rin. Song Rin is now approaching his fifties, perhaps because he is too tired in his position in education, his temples have been dyed with frost, and he looks a little close to his sixties.

"But what's wrong with the lower officials?" Song Rin was looked at by Wen Tingzhan with such undulating gaze, and it was okay at first, but after half a cup of tea, he felt uncomfortable.

"Chief Song, do you know who the official's wife is?" Wen Tingzhan didn't plan to go around the bend with him, Song Rin would come in person, which made Wen Tingzhan quite appreciative.

Because this does not only mean that Song Rin respects him, but it means that Song Rin has not inquired about his inner house, and how many people above the officialdom can not pay attention to Shangfeng's inner house with a straight heart? Whether it is to join the relatives of Shangfeng as he likes, or to give a beauty to please Shangfeng, I am afraid that others have not yet arrived in Xining Mansion, and most of the officials in Xining have already inquired about the night shake light. Song Rin definitely didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have come in person.

Sure enough, Song Rin showed a slightly puzzled gaze, and pondered for a moment before replying: "My lord, the lower officials only know that Mrs. Wen and the adults are childhood sweethearts, and Mrs. Wen has made meritorious contributions to the rescue, and was named the county lord of Qingyi by His Majesty. ”

Wen Tingzhan smiled in a low voice before he spoke: "Song Shanchang, the official's wife is the junior sister of the Yuansheng Guan Changyan Daoist. ”

One sentence suddenly made Song Rin's pupils shrink, and the corners of his bearded lips couldn't help but tremble, even though he had tried his best to control his emotions, his voice was still not as stable as it was: "It turns out that Mrs. Wen is actually a master of cultivation, and she is a clumsy official." ”

Wen Tingzhan picked up the teacup and said nothing, taking a sip of tea gently.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Song Rin's back, and his hands hanging in the wide sleeved robe had begun to tremble slightly. He felt that the young man sitting in front of him had seen everything about him. But what happened to him was so unbelievable that if he hadn't experienced it himself, others would have reprimanded it as nonsense.

"Song Shanchang, this official and his wife have been together all the way, and the demons and monsters have been seen." Seeing the struggle in Song Rin's eyes, Wen Tingzhan said lightly, "After the Japanese official banquet, I know that you are different from ordinary people, I wonder if Song Shanchang can solve the doubts of this official?" ”

Wen Tingzhan's words were straightforward enough, and he almost didn't say that Song Rin was not human. Song Rin's legs trembled, and he almost fell to the ground weakly, but fortunately, he reached out and grabbed the armchair on the side, so he barely stabilized his body, and he didn't have the heart to take care of those courtesies, he slowly sat down on the chair.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely on his forehead, Wen Tingzhan handed over a sweat towel.

Song Rin looked at Wen Tingzhan with some dejection, then hesitated to take it, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and took tea from the high table on the side, poured it violently, and seemed to find his voice after a while: "Actually, in fact, Xia Guan...... The student was originally a person appointed by the imperial court to Tubo, that year the imperial court recruited literati into Tubo to educate the Tibetan people, the student was one of them, the student entered Tubo at the age of 22, died in Tubo at the age of 37, he thought that he would be ignorant after death, but the student did not know why the spirit has not been dispersed, so he drifted with the wind, came to Xining five years ago, and when he floated through the Song family's house, he was sucked in, Song Rin begged the student to live for him, and the student also felt that this was incredible, but when the student was conscious, the student was already Song Rin......