The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 38

The middle-aged Si Li glanced at Xu Xiurong, and tried to explain it objectively.

Probably, there were some doubts about Xu Xiurong's encounter with a strong enemy in another place a few years ago. Simply put, the enemy seemed to have known her itinerary and ambushed her deliberately, which resulted in her injury.

After returning, Shuiyuan took advantage of her retreat and when her control over Muyuan was declining, Song Yuan and others defected.

As a result, some people in the Muyuan suspected whether it was the Water Academy who leaked Xu Xiurong's whereabouts, but this kind of accusation was too bad in nature, and there was no evidence, it was a very strong emotional expression.

So it's forbidden to discuss.

"In fact, the Marquis of Jian's route is not considered secret. Although it is difficult for outsiders to know, it may be leaked inside the prison, including relevant local government offices." The middle-aged Si Li gave an objective evaluation.

Female Secretary Li curled her lips: "That's what I said, but they are the most suspicious."

Xu Xiurong said angrily: "Even if Bai Chuan is my enemy, it won't be like this."

"Master, you think of people too well." A disciple said.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little tense, Huang He who was serving tea and water remained silent, and then looked at his son, only to see Ji Pingan frowned slightly.

"Okay," Xu Xiurong saw this, and said, "Don't mention this matter. I am not unwilling to fight back. Regarding the faults of the Water Institute, we can look for them as much as we want, but the premise is that there is evidence, not suspicion."

Speaking of this, she seemed to sense that everyone was depressed, so she softened her tone and said, "After all, without evidence, it's meaningless."

This is...

Everyone regained their spirits, and then discussed and assigned tasks according to the strategy proposed by Ji Pingan.

Finally, Ji Pingan made a summary:

Xu Xiurong personally handled the work of finding a way to make Li Guofeng suspicious.

The work of spreading rumors, interfering with public opinion, and collecting black materials of the Water Institute was led by two Li Li respectively.

As for wooing Huang Chen, let's put it on hold for now.

After the task was assigned, everyone felt suddenly enlightened. The fog that had shrouded their eyes dissipated, as if seeing the sun through the clouds, the anxiety in their hearts was eased, and they began to fight with high spirits.

Many times, frustration and anxiety stem from a lack of purpose and no countermeasures.

After Ji Ping'an helped to clear their minds, everyone suddenly realized that there was no way to break the situation. Thinking of this... a group of people looked at this freshman with more and more different eyes.

Admiration, admiration, joy, curiosity...

Again, if the enemy is black-bellied, it is undoubtedly hateful.But if one's teammate is black-bellied, it will be completely different.

"Junior brother, you are so smart!" Mu Yaoyao admired sincerely, with a little admiration on her fair little face.

Xu Xiurong pursed his lips and smiled, with complicated emotions. Speaking of which... Ji Ping'an came in for a few days, and he helped him repeatedly.

Well, suddenly it seems that I am a bit useless as a prisoner... Xu Xiurong's smile faded away, a little frustrated.

"Then needless to say, who is my young master?" Huang He and You Rong asked.

As the one who followed Ji Pingan the longest in prison, instead of being able to see through it, he felt more and more that the young master was unfathomable, like an abyss like an ocean.

Ji Pingan glanced at him and thought to himself, but you don't know who I am.

Seeing that the atmosphere is lively and everyone's faces are full of fighting spirit, they have to go to act separately.

Suddenly, a distant and ethereal bell sounded from the direction of the imperial city outside Qin Tianjian.

"when……"

The sound of the bell rang extremely far and was heavy, like a heavy hammer piercing into a person's heart, and the swing of the weeping willow above his head changed.

And everyone who heard the bell couldn't hold back their hearts, feeling a little bit of sadness and pain.

"Which hero's memorial day is today?" a disciple said.

"According to the days, it should be General Xuanwu." The middle-aged Si Li said.

In the past when the Great Zhou established the country, the first god emperor, at the suggestion of the national teacher, built temples of meritorious service in the city of the gods, dedicated to the founding heroes who died in battle, and made statues for the dead, implying that Yi could still protect the empire after death.

He also ordered the Ministry of Rites to set the ceremony, and every year on the birthday of a meritorious person, the bell will be rung to commemorate it. The bells of different levels of meritorious officials are regulated, and the number of times they are struck varies.

Sure enough, the bell rang twice more, and Fang Fu stopped.

"Master?" After Huang He followed Ji Pingan back to Qinglian Xiaozhu, he found that he was frequently distracted along the way, and couldn't help calling out with concern.

Ji Pingan took off the star official's robe, picked up the sun-shading bamboo hat, put it on his head, and said, "You stay and look after the house, and I will go to Shendu City for a walk."

Huang He let out an "oh", knowingly didn't ask any further questions, just thinking about these days, the young master went to the city more and more times.

Well, could it have something to do with the bell this time?
Ji Pingan changed into an unremarkable robe, put on a bamboo hat, and went out against the bright morning sun, but what he was thinking of was not Chen Xuanwu back then, but...

"Xiao Chen should pass."

……

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The Tuyuan is on the north side of Qintianjian. The architectural style is simple and tough. The courtyard is full of stone piers and stone locks for ordinary warriors to exercise their strength.

The star officials of the Tuyuan are also the most powerful in each courtyard. Some old students occasionally use the stone pier the size of a water tank as a shuttlecock to play.

"What is the meaning of the national teacher's nomination of 'virtuous carrying things' for Tuyuan in the past? The ancient theory of yin and yang, the five virtues are the five elements, and the great virtues that can be pushed are the thick soil, which means that we will resonate with the town star and turn into thick soil Carrying everything..."

A Si Li stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, supervising a group of freshmen to move the stone lock with magic formulas.

And according to his own understanding, he distorted and interpreted the words mentioned by the national teacher.

The young ministers were sweating profusely, blushing and carrying the huge object, and the words of the latter entered the left ear and came out the right ear.

"when--"

The bell rang at the right time, and the boys and girls took the opportunity to stop and look into the distance curiously. An intersex person asked, "What is this?"

Si Li first explained Xia Li, and then said fascinatedly:
"Do you know that General Chen Xuanwu, the person mourning the bell today, is a star official who practiced star suppression. In the past, he followed the side of the master of the state and killed countless powerful enemies. Only then did he have the treatment of erecting a temple after his death."

All the disciples were amazed: "General Chen belongs to our Tuyuan?"

Si Li said: "At that time there was no Qin Tianjian, but it did have a close relationship with us, for example Huang Jianhou had a relationship with General Xuanwu..."

thump.

There was a sound of stomping on the ground, and the conversation was interrupted, only to see a broad-shouldered, taciturn, middle-aged man with a deep and steady demeanor walking slowly from the depths of the building.

"See the prisoner." Everyone hurriedly saluted.

Huang Chen said "En" as a response, and then walked out of the courtyard. Every time he took a step, the ground under his feet undulated like water waves. In a daze, he seemed to be walking on a river rather than on land.

The group of young people watching were fascinated, and when the figures disappeared, they curiously said:
"Master Jianhou has gone out, why is he not wearing official robes?"

Si Li seemed to think of something, but shook his head without explaining.

……

In the city of God.

After Huang Chen left Qin Tianjian, he restrained his magical powers and walked like an ordinary person. He looked like an ordinary martial artist in the Jianghu, very inconspicuous.

After crossing the Hun River and arriving near Zhuque Street, he looked around and walked into the market. When he came out, he had a basket full of incense candles in his hand.

Walking all the way towards Xuanwu Temple, the pedestrians on the road are getting denser.

Many people gathered there. There were grateful people from Shendu and outsiders who were curious about the scenery. Compared with the past, there were obviously many more people.

Huang Chen was inconspicuous among them. When he turned the corner of the street, a small temple came into view in front of him.

Outside the temple, a stone incense burner curls up green smoke, and Taoist Huoju is in charge of guarding it. The surrounding ground is filled with flowers and branches sent by the people. It is spring, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the temple with black and gray as the main color is also bright.

He pursed his lips, walked over, and handed the incense candle to the Taoist, who handed him a blessing card. Huang Chen nodded in thanks, but stopped suddenly when he turned his head.

I saw a "tourist" in front just put a peach blossom on the ground, got up slowly, and showed his face wearing a bamboo hat.

It was a strange and young face, and Huang Chen confirmed that he had never seen it before.

Perhaps it was because the young man's temperament was too elegant and outstanding, even if he was only wearing plain clothes, he was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of a man of Huang Chen's level.

Especially, when the young man turned his head back and looked at him with those eyes that were as clear as snow-capped mountain streams and as vicissitudes as the sea, a certain strange feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Have I seen you?" Huang Chen said almost subconsciously.

Ji Pingan thought for a while, then smiled and said, "You may have misidentified the person."

(End of this chapter)