Sheng Fu

Chapter 411
The imperial capital, the suburbs.

Thousands of mountains are white snow, and the snow in the moon-watching pavilion is brighter.

No tea fragrance, no alcohol smell, only falling snow.

Bai Xiaowei frowned slightly, and said: "Before the end of the year, something will happen. Some students from Hengchang Academy will flood into White Deer Academy."

"Southern Ji Jiang just took charge of Nanling Academy, and it is inevitable that he will feel aggrieved when this happens."

"And the bridge connecting Bailu Academy and Hengchang Academy will be Prime Minister Qiuqing. Only he can face the difficulties in this matter."

"Perhaps, the Prime Minister may not end well in the end."

"You have to make some preparations here."

Pu Wei listened quietly, having lived in the imperial capital for many years, he knew too well how His Majesty slapped a sweet date.

The exchanges between Hengchang Academy and Bailu Academy will surely make scholars all over the world think about it.

It is difficult for Nanling Academy to stand out from the crowd. In the end, all the excellent seeds for reading belong to Bailu.

Your Majesty, always Your Majesty.

To Yu Wenjun, to Xie Yiming, there is no harm, and there are even many benefits, but to the southern scholars, it is inevitable that it will be a slap that is neither light nor heavy.

This move seems to be a grand event, but it secretly suppressed the literati. Who makes the southern literati have the deepest background.

Pu Weiqing said with emotion: "There is no snow in the south, and there is snow this year. Xie Yiming and Ji Jian have a gap in their hearts. The seeds of reading will face many storms. In the world of great competition, it is better for generals to be present."

"The talent of an emperor can be seen."

"Qiuqing will still come to a good end. Helping His Majesty smooth out all the edges and corners can be described as hard work."

Bai Xiaowei wondered, "Why?"

Pu Weiqing smiled and said: "Yu Wenjun will not let Qiu Qing repeat the mistakes of Gu Yong, that young man still has a heart of innocence, he is still very young, and he is as energetic as the sun, which will surely illuminate the injustice in the world."

"It just so happens that there are many Wuji powerhouses beside him."

Bai Xiaowei said thoughtfully: "Ziwei's true essence, who can beat it?"

Pu Weiqing said: "When did you see His Majesty kill people and want to do it yourself?"

Bai Xiaowei bowed his head slightly, and said: "The dean has taught me."

Pu Weiqing said: "In addition to these, His Majesty will also comfort Yuwen, what kind of reward do you think it will be?"

The power of the Dragon Clan, whether it is the Spirit Clan or the Human Clan, will inevitably change many things that have been deduced and calculated.

Empress Fuyao is missing, but she leans toward Yu Wenjun, and so does Gu Yong.

Not to mention that the dragon clan already has infinite masters.

His Majesty will not accept this power, but he also absolutely does not want this power to tend to the Eldar.

As far as internal affairs are concerned, it is better to be more slippery.

Who would have thought that in just a few years, a dragon boy would rise up day and night, between the temple and the wild cranes, silently affecting many major events.

However, Yu Wenjun is not a thorn in the flesh of Emperor Ling and Emperor Ren, they will treat Yu Wenjun with tolerance, and the variables that are already visible to the naked eye are not real variables.

Bai Xiaowei thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's just some soldiers and real money."

"There is a general named Suo Chengguo, who presumably wants to join the Hengchang Sect, or go to Beihai."

"Other than that, I really can't think of anything else."

Pu Weiqing thought about it too, and said with a smile: "Then wait for the good news."

"How long is this expected to come out?"

Bai Xiaowei said: "Three days later, blood may be splashed in front of the palace, maybe not."

Pu Weiqing had already made up his mind, thinking in his heart, whether to open the half-moon wine in Yuliu altar tonight, or wait until Pu Weiqing succeeds.

This is something to think about.

In the wind and snow, ripples appeared in the hearts of the two swordsmen.

Henglong Mountain, on Longtou Peak.

Yu Wenjun sat around a table with Jing Peiyao and Jing Hanqing.

After going to Xie Yiming's house, Yu Wenjun also had some slight guesses about the next situation, but he didn't think about it carefully, as long as the result was beneficial to him.

Ji Jian was the only one who felt uncomfortable. Presumably Xie Yiming felt bad breath in his heart, but also had more hidden worries.

Yu Wenjun was in high spirits today. He opened a pot of wine, not half-moon wine, but grain wine brewed in ordinary people's homes.

On the table is a plate of beef and a stack of peanuts.

Yu Wenjun smiled strangely and said: "Taoists say that when the moon is full, it will lose, and when the water is full, it will overflow. I think it makes sense. There is no eternal smooth sailing in the world. No matter how powerful a person is, they may capsize in the gutter."

"Zhong Yi discussed the details of trade with Qiushui's sister, Uncle Yan Beiyou, in the sect. This winter will definitely be a fat year."

"But this is so smooth. Not long ago, I was at war with the Emperor. How long has it been like this?"

"I was thinking, I might as well make a mistake and leave a well-known handle to the princes of the temple, so as to offset some of the cause and effect in the dark."

"How do you two feel?"

This statement sounded like nonsense at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, there is some truth to it.

Jing Hanqing muttered for a while, not knowing how to make a suggestion.

Jing Peiyao frowned and said: "It's better to kill someone, and this person has to have a certain status, but at the same time it won't affect the general."

The corner of Yu Wenjun's mouth was raised, and he shook the wine glass slightly, feeling that the grain wine was a bit half-moon style.

He said with a smile: "Madam's words are very true, so many people are dead, but he still has a disciple. The name of the God of War Sect is already very popular, so it's good to rub your spirits properly."

Jing Hanqing's heart thundered, but he didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "Would this be a little outrageous?"

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "It's not arrogant at all. If I accept the icing on the cake of the Emperor, then I will eat everything between the two clans. I don't know how many open and hidden arrows and verbal attacks will be greeted."

"Under the sun, there must be shadows. If there is no shadow at all, then the lifespan will be exhausted."

"This is called useless use. When you, the head of the cabinet, experience it for a few more years, you will naturally understand it."

Jing Hanqing knows a thing or two.

Most women seem to like to mess around on weekdays, but they all like to be strict and reasonable in serious matters, and Jing Hanqing is no exception.

Jing Peiyao asked directly: "When will we do it?"

Killing Gu Qinghao and being criticized by others is a trivial matter, but if he gains a lot of power in the gap between the two clans, it will not be far from the death of Duozang.

Yu Wenjun thought for a while, and said peacefully: "Don't worry for now, tomorrow you and I and Zhong Yi will go to the Demon Realm, both to relax and to hear the news."

"During this period, His Majesty's imperial decree may come to Hengchangzong. I am not here, and Wu Mi will be in charge of all matters."

"Speaking of which, I really don't want to see the faces of those people."

Jing Peiyao smiled knowingly, "You finally look like a young man."

Yu Wenjun said innocently: "I've always been a young man. Could it be that it doesn't look obvious on weekdays?"

Jing Peiyao laughed tremblingly, Jing Hanqing silently ate a peanut, but still couldn't figure out the key point.

Forget it, the head of the cabinet only needs to handle government affairs with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)