The emperor, who already knew about this at the first time, was extremely angry, he was not worried that such a big matter would soon be impeached, mobilizing emotions before the war was originally his forte, not to mention that this was simply a pillow sent by sleep; Mainly in another aspect, this face is actually not lightly beaten, the front foot just sent Yan Yuping away in a high-profile manner, and the back foot was just a little bit closer, and the child was almost killed, this unspeakable sense of humiliation made the emperor feel uncomfortable like an angry lion! This old face was beaten with a snapping sound! Unfortunately, there was no place to reason.

It stands to reason that you rode into 3,000 miles, and ruthlessly messed with people in Beicang, and people returned to their heads to mess with you, there is nothing wrong with this, the battlefields of shopping malls are all about you coming and going, and even more so between countries, but this is a bit of an inch! Who are you doing with Mandaqin? Even if you come to the palace to assassinate me, it's nothing! Just be angry with a child who hasn't even reached the crown ceremony? As for no? For more than two months, Li Jinglan quietly studied and practiced in the academy, never leaving the door, never causing trouble, and living off the image of a good child.

This is digging a pit by yourself and jumping by yourself!

The emperor can already imagine that the words of hundreds of officials in today's court are indignant, Daqin Academy has never had such a shame since its establishment, and there has never been a situation where the master sitting in the academy has been assassinated, of course, it is impossible to assassinate the old master, and the one-on-one heads-up Daomen does not have this strength, Sima Jianshen may not be able to break the master's ring ruler, and Lu Yanchao is said to be the master's "like a clear breeze" The body law is like thunder, and he can't hit it at all, scolding the old scholar for being shameless, but the old master said with a smile, the gentleman avoids trouble like the wind knows the sound of autumn, and turned his head and said to the old sword god that this set of body methods originates from "Only women and villains are difficult to raise, and if they are far away, they are not inferior to those who are close!", almost didn't make Lu Wufu angry to death, am I a woman or a villain? Although the civil and official system has coveted this chair for a long time, although this is not in line with common sense, although they are extremely dissatisfied with the young man, but after all, it is the righteousness that comes first, and such a big thing has happened in Beijing, and the relevant departments cannot escape the blame, this is the top priority, participate in this, this is all with a straight chest in the world, and hundreds of thousands of literati and students are looking at it! Who doesn't want to grab the limelight? The literati are light on each other, and finally have a common goal, so everyone bow their heads and rush forward!

But only the emperor himself knows that irritability, whether the officials are intentional or not, every time he participates, it is like a slap in the face, and the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty are slapped by one person, and the scalp is numb just thinking about it!

The key is also the question of how to deal with this follow-up matter, the battle of Qincang is naturally taking this opportunity to push the boat down the river, but what should Li Jinglan do? Is he leaving?

Sure enough, the slap in the face of the court has not ended, a young businessman who looks like a scholar, entered Beijing from Shuzhong, and when he entered the door, he smashed silver, and a full three million taels of silver were sent to the academy, and the academy was built in one breath It is a large, two, and three sets of formations, exploration, early warning, defense, one is a lot, and the name is called on behalf of himself and the entire Shuzhong scholars, and he will do what he can for the Great Qin cultural lineage, and he must not let Canggou take advantage of the loopholes again. This young man's surname is Gao, Gao Hongtao, he has no interest in studying all his life, and he has no interest in martial arts practice, and his only ability is to make money. The Venerable Master was very stingy, and he was no exception, but this time he was an exception, because he was useless and fed the horses in the house, and many people laughed at him, but the prince in the house never regarded him as a subordinate, pulling weeds with him, measuring beans together, brushing horses together, very happy and happy, and later, the child called him: "Brother!" Later, he gritted his teeth and entered Shu for ten years, and achieved the title of the richest man in Shu, the soles of the shoes were worn out, but he cut the thread again, and changed the old soles again, when his younger brother was bullied, he did not hesitate to move out the family foundation, and what if the daughter was scattered and did not come back? Gao Hongtao didn't care at all!

Outside the north gate, a long rainbow shocked the sky, and the white-clothed female sword fairy carried a sword to "clear the song" despite the fact that the beginning and tail of four years ago had not completely disappeared , brazenly entered the city, in the face of the Ministry of Rites' questioning, the woman Jianxian did not answer, but Yao Zhiping spoke harshly, and scolded the officials of the Ministry of Rites who came to be accountable. If you don't dare, shut up with the old lady and expect you to protect the little master? The old lady doesn't believe it! What's the matter, don't dare, if you don't dare, get out of here!

The female sword immortal watched coldly, and several people in the Ministry of Rites felt as if they were trapped in an ice cave, trembling, and fled in embarrassment.

Yao Zhiping, who was as crazy as a shrew just now, turned around, her eyes were gentle, and she burst into tears: "Why bother?"

The female sword fairy gently hugged Yao Zhiping's armpit: "Mother, my home is here!

Yao Zhiping's face changed suddenly, and a wry smile appeared on Li Jingxian's ice-like face: "Mother, don't scold your father!

Knowing her mother Mo Ruozi, the female sword fairy knew what she was going to do before her mother had a seizure.

Yao Zhiping glared at her: "Hmph, sure enough, my daughter is older and has a more father, and she raised you for nothing!"

The female sword fairy rarely shook her mother's arm lightly, and sneered: "Mother!"

Yao Zhiping did not shed tears this time, but swallowed all the tears into her stomach, and since her mother's womb, this strong daughter has never been so gentle. Yao Zhiping let out a mournful cry in her chest, but there was a smile on her face.

The rhetoric is intense, pointing to Sang scolding Huai, but the market still prefers to listen to this, the Ministry of Rites heard the echo, about to attack, rumors in the capital are everywhere, two ill-intentioned waiters, on the spot by Xu Zhao dropped the cup, two stupid pigs, leaving home This is out of the way, Yao Zhiping is scolding the Ministry of Rites? It is clearly referring to Sang scolding Huai, which one is alluded to and you don't want to think about it, now in this situation, even that person can only swallow this breath in the stomach, the two stupid and stubborn to go up, they want to die, don't bring the whole Ministry of Rites. The two waiters walked out of the house sweating, and they had to bow back to thank Xu Laoshangshu for their advice, which was really inconsiderate. Then Zhang Baoxi of Longhu Mountain and Yi Qiu Zhenren went down the mountain together to show their attitude, of course, Zhang Baoxi only stayed for a few days and then returned to Longhu, leaving Yi Qiu Zhenren to rebuild Jingyang Temple, it seems that he wants to break his wrist with the White Horse Temple that is in the limelight, but Yi Qiu Zhenren is not a foreman, and he lives in the academy for three days, the meaning of which is known to passers-by.

While the emperor was still hesitating, these three righteous fires were about to burn his beard.

The autumn wind swept through the rows of red maples in the academy, and the huge leaves fell like clusters of flames burning in the air. At this time, the students in the academy would gather in groups of three or five to sing the famous poems of the former philosophers, or improvise a few poems and comment on each other.

Li Jinglan looked at these reading seeds from a distance, and felt some emotion in his heart, in fact, compared to most of these young people who were older than him, the master was much stricter to him back then, but it was not as simple as playing the board, his own good words were naturally refined in the continuous practice of punishment and punishment, where are these comfortable times. It wasn't until years later that he realized the meaning of every effort. However, the teacher is gone.

In fact, Zhang Baoxi came to Beijing this time, and the two had a conversation.

Whether it is as Longhu Mountain's uninterrupted snooping on the heavenly machine, or from the north of the monk who carries water, Zhang Baoxi roughly has some judgments about the ups and downs of the situation, so he is very worried about this seemingly harmless disciple, this child has a cluster of flames buried in his heart, although both the master and himself are trying their best to influence him, hoping that he can gradually dilute these evil fires that may burn him at any time because of his own responsibility, but maybe it is the way of heaven, these three disasters and nine tribulations are not over, so that the old immortal has to go into battle shirtless.

"Actually, it was a great opportunity. An opportunity to make that person feel indebted to you!But in doing so, is the question going back to the past?" Zhang Baoxi was very tactful at first.

"Master, do you think I'm wrong?"

Zhang Baoxi was a little distressed, many things could not be distinguished from right and wrong, and it was a very ridiculous thing to reason with those high-ranking dynasty managers and big people who could influence the change of dynasty. But if there is a mistake, what is wrong with this young man in front of him? He has shed blood for this country, he has spared his life for the successor of this country, he has taken on more responsibilities for this country than he can do, but he is only 17 years old, what is wrong with a 17-year-old child? Can you blame him?

In other words, can you blame Li Yundao? What this kid has done Li Yundao has done for this country ten or a hundred times more, what is wrong with him?

He couldn't answer that, because he wasn't the Master, and if the Master had been here, he might have a better answer. But Zhang Baoxi didn't, so he couldn't answer.

"Since I'm not wrong, since no matter what I do, I can't change some opinions, then why don't I try to do something in my own way?" Li Jinglan was not angry, nor did he have the strength to be angry, his injuries were not yet healed.

"Shocking, it is undeniable that your future growth and achievements may be very high, but some things are unpredictable, you have to understand!"

"Is it the illusory fate? Master, are you going to tell me about fate?" Li Jinglan insisted on using rhetorical questions as his main language today.

"Master, if you are talking about fate, then, in my seventeen years, others may have more experience. There was a self-deprecating look on his face, and then a little loneliness.

Yes, on the way to fight against fate, there are a few people who can be qualified to compare with him.

Zhang Baoxi sighed, and was unable to answer again.

"You're going to be tired and you're going to be miserable!Son, this shouldn't be your only option!"

Li Jinglan didn't know Master's kindness, some were bitter to say, some were tired and couldn't say it, and some were angry, he couldn't help but say it, he was not angry with Master, but to tell Master what he wanted and what he didn't want, this is respect and courtesy.

Zhang Baoxi understands what he wants to say, and this young man understands it all, but how many people in the world can pick it up and put it down? He may not dare to say it after living for a hundred years, so how can he yearn for this long-suffering child?

"Okay, let's not talk about that useless, shocking, Longhu Mountain is actually quite boring, and without you a few troublemakers, it seems even more lonely, Master loves to move all his life and doesn't love to be quiet, you know, if there is anything unhappy, you can go back to the mountain, Master can come out for a trip, don't be troublesome, practice and practice is the world, Master is not afraid of trouble at this age, you know!" Zhang Baoxi gently patted the young man's already very generous back.

Li Jinglan lowered his head and rubbed deeply, not wanting Zhang Baoxi to see his eyes that turned red in an instant.

Then slowly lift up, straighten up, and puff up your chest.

The autumn sun is very big, the maple leaves under his feet are very thick, the yellow is blazing, the red is intense, and in the whole red and yellow light is intertwined, the young man looks up at the back in the distance, as if burning.