Guilinju lobby, a group of people are nervously looking upstairs, there is a circle of people watching the excitement at the door, the guys are nervously maintaining order, some of the guests who are afraid of things have hurriedly checked out and left, and most of the people left are Confucian scholars who are studying and powerful warriors. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of the wooden table shattering, the short and frightened screams, and the bloody breath that overflowed with the wind could not be concealed from these people, all of which also showed that the handsome young man who came out of his head not only did not protect Fairy Xinyao, but I am afraid that he himself had been poisoned, although it is impossible to kill someone, but his muscles and bones are broken, and it is certain that he will lie in bed for several months. Whoever told him to take care of whom's affairs is not good, but he wants to take care of the affairs of the little grandfather of the An family, hey...... Pity a warm-hearted.

Just when everyone sighed, there was a sound of footsteps at the corner of the wooden ladder, and after a while, they saw that the handsome young man walked down intact with the proprietress in his arms, with an indifferent expression, but the blood stains on his body showed that there had been a fierce collision just now.

Tang Ze's expression was waveless, and his calm voice sounded in everyone's ears, giving peace to the people of the six gods and no masters: "The other party's fierce counterattack is certain, even if An Yongnian doesn't dare to pursue it, the An family behind him has lost face, and he must be recovered." But don't worry, I've got a solution. It's just that I'm worried that they will be angry and implicate innocent people and attack you. Glancing at the onlookers, he said: "In the current situation, it is only appropriate for you to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with me for the time being, from now on, there is a time for a cup of tea to go back and bring your family, and after a cup of tea, you will still gather here." ”

Tie Niu preemptively said: "Auntie, she is sick in bed alone, and I am alone in my family, so let me accompany Miss Xinyao back." ”

"Brother Iron Bull. Jiang Xinyao muttered, frowned slightly, hesitated, and then glanced at Tang Ze with a complicated expression, and finally didn't say anything, followed Tie Niu, and squeezed out of the crowd.

Away from the blood, Jiang Rou has recovered a little, she was still a little flustered at this time, according to Tang Ze's instructions, told the guests in Guilin Ju that Gui Lin Ju had made proofs, and let them come another day, and after the others left one after another, they sat aside, quietly waiting for Jiang Xinyao and them to come back.

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A quarter of an hour later.

Outside the first academy, in the first pavilion.

Tang Ze, who had already washed up, sat in the pavilion and drank tea while waiting for Zhang Wei to finish his official business. Tang Ze's face did not show any anxious look, his expression was relaxed and natural, a set of moon-white Confucian robes was worn on his body, making him look elegant and handsome, and the occasional glass of tea and polite posture made anyone who saw it feel that this was a gentle and generous scholar.

In the sun and morning breeze, his whole person seemed peaceful and serene. The words violent, ruthless, ferocious, and cruel seemed to have nothing to do with him, and even thinking about it felt that it was blasphemy against the young scholar.

There was a set of tea sets on the stone table, near Tang Ze's right hand, and a booklet was placed, and the chief steward was sitting opposite him, smiling lightly, showing off his tea art to the fullest.

In the long-necked bottle, the freshly picked lotus flowers are still carrying dewdrops, which are used as decorations, and the turquoise tea pours down from the purple clay pot and hits the bottom of the cup, arousing bursts of timeless tea fragrance......

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, stargazing and worshipping the moon, Qiongyu poetry meeting, Xuanwu lanterns, scattered flowers in the imperial city, these are all excellent places to go, the fourth prince has been studying and practicing martial arts recently, and he should be a little tired, why not go and take a look, and take a walk. ”

The chief manager said lightly, looked at Tang Ze's calm eyes and laughed a few times, different from the previous smile that seemed to be patterned, this smile was bright and real, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, which made people feel relieved.

Of course, Tang Ze understood the subtext of the chief manager, which was to say: "You have been a little anxious about studying and practicing martial arts recently, take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival, go to the lively place to have a look, and settle your thoughts." "I was not surprised at all, no matter how much I cleaned, I had just used violence, and the bloody aura on my body was not full of masters, and the seemingly harmless old man in front of him was actually a master with unfathomable strength. Lingjue told him that the person in front of him was very dangerous! At the same time, the Eight Extremes Divine Power hidden in his heart was also beating faintly, which was telling himself that the human in front of him was at least a martial artist of the Divine Ability Realm.

Tang Ze said casually: "These...... You can take a look at it when the time comes. ”

The chief manager nodded and said, "The fourth prince is a well-educated person, and he can write a poem when the time comes...... After so many years, the old slave has never seen a few good poems like "You Meigu Village"!"

Tang Ze shook his head and said with a smile: "Poetry, forget it...... Not really. ”

The chief butler laughed, Bai Huahua's beard trembled, and said, "I don't have to be too good at it. Hahaha...... The main thing is to see the performances and enjoy the lanterns. ”

Tang Ze also laughed: "This is light-hearted. ”

There are still more than ten days left in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but there is already a little atmosphere in the streets and alleys, and the huge Prime Minister's Mansion has already begun to prepare. Washing, sprinkling, sweeping, lighting and hanging colors, these are naturally wanted. The two chatted for a while on the topic of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and a scholar came to call Tang Ze in.

Tang Ze stood up with the booklet, and then bowed to the chief manager, saying that he would accompany him. The chief manager shook his head with a smile, looked at Tang Ze's gaze more and more satisfied, and said, "The master is in a very good mood today. ”

Tang Ze nodded with a tacit smile, and then turned to walk towards the first bookstore.

As soon as he entered the door, Tang Ze saw that there seemed to be layers of transparent flames burning in the entire study room, as if the book house was on fire, the closer he got to the past, the more depressed his mind became, and the righteousness in his chest was also restless, as if it was about to burn.

"Haoran righteousness inadvertently reflects the void, and it is so powerful!"

Tang Ze was secretly surprised in his heart, watching the faint transparent flames in the study room continue to spread out from Zhang Weixian's body. Of course, Tang Ze knew that it was not a real flame, but Zhang Weixian's own heroic righteousness reflected in the void, and then he was sensed by his own divine soul, and the illusion produced was not so much that he saw it with his eyes, but that he "saw" it with his own mind.

Haoran righteousness reflected the void this time, almost overwhelming, but it did not spread out of the book house. Tang Ze knew that even if Zhang Weixian was unconscious, he had a strong control over his own power. This is the second time he has felt such terrifying strength and coercion in a Confucian priest, and this time, it is much stronger than the oppression he felt in the sloppy Taoist priest and Zhang Hongru.

Tang Ze forcibly suppressed the trembling heart, desperately controlled the Haoran righteousness in his chest, approached the past step by step, and finally, stopped twenty steps away from the desk, unable to take a step forward, just waited silently.

After a while, Zhang Weixian finally raised his head, and as soon as the coercion on all sides was put away, he smiled apologetically: "Little San is here." ”

"Yes, father, I have something to ask you for. ”

Zhang Wei glanced at Tang Ze first, pointed to the chair next to him, and said, "Sit down." You and I, father and son, don't be polite...... This time, but I have trouble reading?"

After Tang Ze sat down, he shook his head and said, "This time I came to find my father, but it was because of a big event and a small thing. ”

Zhang Weixian said: "Oh? ”

Tang Ze didn't answer directly, but asked, "What did my father get angry about just now?"

Zhang Weixian's eyes looked over, his face was a little melancholy, and he sighed: "There is a great drought in Yulin, the locust plague is rampant, and it is not easy to raise disaster relief materials, but it has been swallowed up by corrupt officials, and it is impossible to kill, and three million people have starved to death...... Under natural and man-made disasters, the plague is about to run rampant......"

Tang Ze nodded and said, "I've also heard of these things. So...... This major event is related to disaster relief and epidemic prevention!"