"No chance, no benefit, at least for now." Xu Chongshan said to his loyal subordinates with a sarcastic smile on his face. Then he added, "Just remember that." That idiot, no, that Ning Que had never entered the palace at all.

The young eunuch was startled when he heard this, and stared at him. He asked, "Sir, why?"

The smile on Xu Chongshan's face seemed to cry, and he gritted his teeth and explained: "Because ...... We didn't admit it before, and if we admit it now, it's ...... Lie to the emperor.

Suddenly, the young eunuch seemed to understand the logic behind it. With a half-sobbing and half-smiling face, he clenched his small fists and said helplessly: "Look what we did?" Such a good opportunity, but we ruined it.

What's the point of you crying now, Xu Chongshan thought silently. After all, it was he who gave this great opportunity to win the heart of the emperor, accusing him of lying to the emperor, and for this, he should be the one who cried!

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but regret his actions. If he had stood up and accepted Ning Que's punishment, he wouldn't have been in this dilemma now. It's like he's in a situation where he knows where the treasures are, but he doesn't dare dig them out with a shovel!

The young eunuch rolled his eyes, looked at Xu Chongshan, and cautiously came up with an idea, "Sir, go back and explain to Your Majesty that you don't remember Ning Que's matter before you decide to start the investigation?"

"Oops!"

Xu Chongshan's mood was already very bad. He scolded bitterly: "How can you forget when the emperor is going to punish and only remember when the emperor decided to assess?" It is true that the emperor was very generous and kind to us, but this does not mean that he was so stupid! Of course, we can sometimes hide some unimportant truths from him, but if he knows that his men treat him as a stupid person, you will eventually understand that in front of him, we are the real stupid!

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to say in a deep voice: "We can never admit that we lied to the emperor. If we choose not to admit it in the first place, then we must not be able to admit it for the rest of our lives.

The little eunuch raised his head, looked at him innocently, and said, "But if we find Ning Que, we can't deny it."

Xu Chongshan was silent for a while before replying, "Time." Now only time can help us. It was also the only logical thing that the idiot said. Only time will ease our attack.

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The spring breeze blows through the fields, through the flowers and trees, and into the alleys. Through the cracks in the windows and walls of the study hall, the breeze blew into the room and gently brushed the students' faces. That warm and comfortable breeze depicts the great season of spring. In addition to their tired expressions, the students in Room 3 also looked confused, as one of the desks was still empty.

By the time the bell rang for the third time, the students had already left the study hall and were either returning to Chang'an City, rushing to the cafeteria to eat freshly steamed corn, or shuffling down the rocky path towards the old library.

After arriving at the old library, the guy was still not seen. Some even asked the instructor if the guy had secretly gone to the second floor. Everyone doubts his whereabouts. Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai couldn't help but be in suspense, and began to discuss with the other classmates around them. Zhong Dajun stood by the bookshelf with a frown, thinking deeply. They were all used to seeing that pale-faced guy go to the old library building every day, but they couldn't help but be shocked that they didn't see him today.

By the window on the second floor of the old library, a female professor in a light-colored instructor's uniform glanced up at the stairs and slowly lowered the pen in her hand. She waited a moment. Realizing that no one would climb up to the second floor, she couldn't help but frown slightly. Although she never promised him to force herself and risk her life to go to the second floor to read a book, after observing him for a few days, she still admired him a little. However, when the student didn't come over today, she guessed he might have given up. Somehow, she felt it was a pity for him to give up. She hoped he would persevere.

The professor's eyes lit up slightly, and the tension on his brow eased. She calmly looked down the stairwell, only to realize that it was not the student who arrived, but another student who looked flirtatious.

Chu Youxian walked upstairs nervously. He once fainted upstairs and heard about the painful experiences of his peers countless times. Even a person like Xie Chengyun would vomit blood in the middle of the night after reading it. The various rumors surrounding the book upstairs were as terrible as the underworld and frightened him.

He bowed deeply, looked extremely cowardly, walked to the east window, and said respectfully to the female professor.

She frowned slightly and smiled at him calmly, "So he's sick...... He even wanted to inform me. That kid was really so cute and so polite. Please relay my words and tell him to rest well and recuperate.

Xie Chengyun, the third young master of the Southern Jin Kingdom, had already given up cultivating upstairs. Now that so-and-so has called in sick, the second floor of the old library is quieter than usual. No one went upstairs for days. The female professor, accustomed to the tranquility of this place, bowed her head and practiced her calligraphy in low letters. Outside, the spring breeze blows westward through the east window, and the flowering trees outside the window are swaying.

But someone didn't know that the lad was already on sick leave.

In the dead of night, the stars shine into the old library, casting a silvery glow on the wooden floor. The engravings on the last row of shelves sparkle and then open silently. Chen Pipi squeezed through with difficulty. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wet handkerchief and slowly walked to the shelf.

His chubby hand picked up the thin book. Chen Pipi flipped through the book casually. The piece of paper he left inside is still there. No one touched it and no words were left. His eyelids twitched, and he muttered to himself in low anger and anger. "How many days have you been and why haven't you read it? I, the powerful genius, violated the rules of the academy to teach you, but you don't cherish it!

In any case, the situation is rather strange.

Chen Pipi has always seen himself by the standard of genius. He has always believed that geniuses have to do things differently. For example, the eldest brother always has that annoying smile on his face, and he likes to drink water directly from the lake and river. The second brother likes to wear that strange high hat and harshly lecture psychology to the female students of the academy. The teacher has even stranger quirks. So he always wanted to do what a genius should do. Something that can be written in the history books of the college. Great thing. For example, teaching a poor soul according to the rules of the college. He will leave indiscreet words that change someone's life.

Of course, he didn't care too much because it was a sudden decision. Whether the poor soul can understand and digest the comments he wrote in his paper about the "Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain", he thinks is not important. However, when he looked back at the reply the next night and found that his comment had not been answered, he became serious.

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Ning Que's fever subsided on the same day that the spring rain stopped. It was under Sangsang's glaring and coercion that he asked the messenger to inform Chu Youxian to take five days of sick leave on his behalf.

He eats hot and spicy noodles every day, served with fried eggs, chicken and potato stew, and is not allowed to touch his ink and paper. He was not allowed to sharpen his sword or practice his swordsmanship. He was not allowed to go to the House of Red Sleeves to drink and relax. He could only sit in a chair and lie on the bed to recuperate. Ning Que's originally pale face has had a healthy glow in the past five days. His face is no longer haggard, his cheeks are rounded, and the slight bounce makes him look cute.

"If I eat hot and spicy noodles again, I'm going to throw up."

He decisively pushed away the big bowl in front of him, ignoring Sang Sang's gaze. He stole two buns from her bowl, took two more vinegar-soaked turnips, took a sip with half of her remaining porridge, and walked out of the shop. "If you make chicken and potato stew for dinner, I'm going to run away from home," he said.