"The whole family is wiped out, not only to prevent the news from leaking, but also to protect yourself by killing literati, and at the same time, to keep your father from committing a capital crime. Ji Junlie, this murderous thug is really a good city, such a scheme is not much weaker than others, with the old man here, how could he have an accident?"

"Master, no matter whether it is a conspiracy or a conspiracy, as long as you can achieve your goal, although there is something wrong with the eldest brother's move, it can make the border soldiers pay attention even more, which is also meritorious, you obviously understand everything, but the eldest brother is always reluctant to say, you don't have to go down the stairs, so all along, you can only never forgive. ”

Listening to Ji Junlan's words, the old man said a little angrily: "Master, is he the kind of superficial and hypocritical person who is looking for the bottom of the stairs, let him in! ”

Ji Junlie walked in, bowed slightly to the old man, and said softly, "The teacher is fine!"

"Not good!" The stiff and angry tone made Ji Junlie stunned.

"The affairs of the border military, only my father and I know, even if you have news, it is not comprehensive, the border soldiers were in an uproar, if it is not solved well, it may cause chaos in the world. The soldiers threw their heads and spilled their blood at the border pass, and their relatives couldn't protect it, and they had to die to solve it, which was a last resort. Ji Junlie said slowly.

"Then you mean I'm doing something wrong. The old man looked at his disciple, who had always apologized and had no attitude, and his mood that had just calmed down changed in an instant.

"Don't dare, this time I asked the master to go out of the mountain and pacify the country for the disciples, when a song was buried in the world, the master never had a chance to play, I don't know if the master still has this ability. The Mingyue Empire's unintentional support for the eighteen princes to become the crown prince, the past between the two countries will become a thing of the past, and the battle between me and him is the competition between you and Wuxin. Ji Junlie said confidently.

Among the entire imperial princes, except for Lao Jiu Ji Junlin, a powerful sect that made him dare not act rashly, Ji Junluo was not mature at all, and Lao Jiu and himself did not move him, just because it was Ji Junluo who his father preferred to become the lord of Haotian.

This thought has always been obvious, in the eyes of the two of them, but Ji Junluo doesn't understand that the real opponent is only Ji Junlin, and if he has the help of his master, he can change these things, so that his father has to re-examine himself.

"He wants to control the Bright Moon Empire, but I don't have the ambition to lead Haotian to battle, and why do you think you can become the Lord of Haotian. The old man squinted his eyes and said, Ji Junlie's situation is not good, and it can even be said that it is terrible.

"Because I want to conquer the North!"

The old man nodded lightly and said softly: "Junlan must have released the matter that I want to come forward to the Poetry Talent Conference, and I will definitely be able to suppress your affairs, if you want to prove yourself at the Poetry Conference, it is not enough to rely on being my disciple at all." ”

Ji Junlie smiled softly and said, "Master, don't worry, your disciples are never much weaker than others, and I am enough to count the world's most popular people." ”

The fact that Mozhu was going to participate in the imperial capital shocked the entire literary world, and the Wuxin of the Mingyue Empire and the Mozhu of the Haotian Empire were the two most admirable people in the entire literati field. The game of the game, the state of victory and defeat, are all small roads in front of them.

Ji Junluo lost his temper in the palace, once Mo Zhudu had taught them these princes, but he was better to the boss and Ji Junlan back then, and now he was born for them, which made him very envious. With Mozhu's support, the literati will slowly stand on his side, he must find out the good news, and he must not let the boss's power improve too quickly.

In the palace, Ji Jiutian looked at Mo Zhu's letter to himself, and actually wanted to make himself the boss the prince, although it was said that strategists generally do not participate in the emperor's family affairs, but Mo Zhu is like this, he doesn't care about everything. Moreover, the Bright Moon Empire has no intention of helping the Eighteen Princes, if the Haotian Empire does not have Mozhu, it will definitely fall behind, no matter who becomes the lord of the empire, they will need Mozhu's help.

In three days, the literati from all the cities in the empire came, but not many people in the kingdom came, and the kingdom wanted to become strong, and when the time came, the empire could be shown again, as long as it became famous in the kingdom, some people in the empire would naturally take a fancy to it.

But even so, the entire imperial capital has also gathered more than 100,000 people, which is much stronger than before, this is the influence of Mozhu, and students all over the world are fortunate to become disciples of Mozhu.

At this time, Ji Jiutian and those powerful ministers will not appear, because there are too many people, and only after selecting some can they be interested. Of course, several princes of the empire are here, and this is the time for them to select talents.

Spiritual practice is always valued, but a large empire needs more people who can help you govern the country steadily.

Ji Junlan stood on the square and said loudly: "There are too many people in today's poetry conference, you must first pass the most basic test, a total of ten venues, one hundred people in each venue, the time limit for half a stick of incense, eliminate half of the people, start now!"

As Ji Junlan's words just fell, everyone lined up to enter, half a day passed, half of the people were eliminated, and those who were temporarily promoted had the opportunity to compete again after tomorrow, and half of the victories would be able to enter the palace.

"Junlan, isn't your selection a bit insufficient, every time you enter, as long as the people who come out in front, the people in the back don't need to be used regardless of their literary talent. Ji Jiutian asked suspiciously, for some students, it is not possible to judge whether they are talents in terms of time.

"My father is wrong to think so, this conference has been said for a long time, they must be very well prepared, but if they think so slowly in the time of half a stick of incense, even if they are talented, they are still talented, and it is not advisable. Ji Junlan said with a smile.

"Talented people are all equipped with poetry and books, and they should not be so slow at all, and the degree of response of people's brains also depends on their ability to accept and cultivate, and it is not advisable to be inferior. Mo Zhu said softly, he didn't care whether these students were talented or not, the people who entered the palace after tomorrow's elimination were the ones he observed carefully.

"Since you've said so, let's do as you say! you all stand down, and I'll have a good chat with Master Mozhu. Ji Jiutian told them to step down.

"Why did you choose the Boss?"

"Don't you know their attitude towards them when they were young? Haotian Empire was handed over to Ji Junlin, when the time comes, it will be the world of the Ji family, or the world of the sect behind him, Ji Junluo is just a prince who is not enough to achieve great things, if you set up Ji Junluo, it is a big deal that I will take the eldest prince instead. Mo Zhu said casually.