Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 457 Imperial College

Pei Ye frowned and sat up straight.

He clearly remembered that when they first met Xu Chuo, he told him that the person behind this incident was the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

"The Prince of Yan has deep roots in the capital. When I noticed that the tip of the spear was pointed at you too firmly, I knew that the power of the Prince of Yan's Palace must be behind it." Xu Chuo washed the tea set and raised her hand lightly, indicating that he should follow her previous procedure. "But to be honest, I didn't see them."

Pei Ye listened carefully and scooped tea leaves with his hands.

"The Southern Court is a strange place to me, and my power there is very weak. I don't know who the Prince of Yan's Mansion used to set up this murder plan."

Pei Ye nodded slowly.

"But this also represents where his roots are. Through this incident, I want to find out some of their roots and tendrils, and cut off the one that attacks you." Xu Chuo said.

Pei Ye frowned and tilted his head, hesitantly said: "Master, isn't the Southern Court the seat of all officials? You are the daughter of the prime minister, why do you feel so unfamiliar?"

"The old friend is in the dust, and today is not the same as yesterday." Xu Chuo pointed with a tea needle, indicating that he had missed the step of washing the tea leaves, "but the 'Three Departments' were not established again."

"what?"

"The three courts investigating the loss of control of the barbarians did not receive approval from the Southern Court, so only the Dali Temple is investigating this matter." Xu Chuo said, "This kind of self-investigation should be quick. Who handled the case of the barbarians, who arranged for him to be imprisoned, why he happened to be arranged across from you, and what happened to the omission in the seal should all be recorded. But two days have passed, and the case seems to be stuck at a certain link."

"What do you mean?"

"The Immortal Platform informed the Dali Temple that day that the assassination of Meng Li by the barbarians must be related to the forces of Huansi Tower. We asked them to pass on the news after they made some progress. However, we sent a letter yesterday and have not received a reply yet."

".Is there something to cover up, or to silence someone?" Pei Ye seemed to smell a familiar scent again.

Xu Chuo shook his head: "In Shenjing, what often stands in the way is not the case itself, but power."

"I've got you a goose inspection sign. Tomorrow you can go and ask on behalf of the Immortal Terrace." Xu Chuo placed a brand new goose sign in front of him. "Of course, the schoolwork here is also heavy. If you don't want to be distracted, you don't have to worry about this. Within two months, I will find out who did this."

"Of course I'll go." Pei Ye blurted out.

The light of the pearl shone on the cold iron. Pei Ye pressed the sign and said, "King Yan, this is my business."

"Okay, then I will still tell you if there is anything related in the future." Xu Chuo said in a calm voice.

Pei Ye finally brewed a pot of tea and divided it into two teacups, but Xu Chuo did not drink it. He held it in his hands, looked out the window, and said softly: "The Prince of Yan's Mansion is not just the Prince of Yan's Mansion. It is located in the capital, and it spreads a shadow. With this shadow, I always feel a little restrained in doing things."

Pei Ye hesitated for a moment. He remembered that Qi Zhaohua had not told him the reason why the woman in front of him was so high-ranking. He was unwilling to keep the question in his heart at this time: "Master, what are you relying on? Doesn't the King of Yan dare to make a move on you?"

"Who said I dare not?"

".ah?"

Xu Chuo glanced at him and casually lifted up his sleeve - a hideous scar four or five inches long appeared on the inside of his forearm.

Pei Ye was stunned, and Xu Chuo covered it with his sleeves: "In the third month after I published "Xia Gu Can", I encountered this assassination attempt that is still unsolved. If the blade had been a little more accurate, the wound would have been on my neck."

"."

"But the latter kind of thing is unlikely to happen." Xu Chuo drank the cup of tea and smiled, "As for my reliance, we are still unfamiliar with each other now, so it is better not to talk about it. When I become Pei Shaoxia's 'friend of life and death', we can talk about it later." "."

Even with such a joke, the woman looked calm and proper. The carriage stopped at this time, Xu Chuo lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, but this time no ladies followed him. She turned around and pointed: "Take that box."

It was the book box that was placed next to the woman when she got on the bus. There were about three or four books in it. Pei Ye carried it in and out of the bus. Xu Chuo had already tied on his gray robe and walked towards the door.

Pei Ye realized at this time that although the Imperial College was adjacent to the Sword Training Institute, their gates were not on the same street, so they had taken a long detour to get here.

This is indeed the case. The Imperial College has 3,000 students, from different family backgrounds and different schools of thought. Most of them are scholars who have left the world, so it is actually noisy, and the Sword Training Academy does not want to be disturbed.

It was a sunny hour, and the scholars in the academy were carrying books to and fro, catching up on their afternoon lessons. The scenery here was much richer, more elegant, and broader than that of the Sword Training Academy. Xu Chuo led the young man deeper into the academy amidst the yellow leaves all over the ground.

"Reading is actually much simpler than practicing swordsmanship. First, prepare two elementary school books, and then read the classics. If you don't want to study, it will be enough to read through them." Xu Chuo walked in front and said seriously, "As for learning poetry and lyrics, you must first have talent and learning as a foundation. What you can do later depends on your natural talent and secondly, your life experience."

"Oh"

"It just so happens that we are currently discussing The Analects. I brought a copy for you, so you can sit in on the class later." Xu Chuo raised his finger and pointed at the bookcase. "You should have read this book before, right?"

"No."

Xu Chuo was slightly curious: "But the cat said that you have read some books. It's not the Analects, could it be the Book of Songs?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment: "It's the national newspaper you wrote."

"Oh."

"."

Xu Chuo said nothing more. The two of them arrived at a shady place. It was not as elegant and grand as the main courtyard, but it was quite large. There was a fresh air among the green pines and cypresses. Pei Ye looked up and saw three simple characters engraved on the weathered jade archway: [Four Schools].

"Master, are you also studying here?"

"I teach the Book of Rites and the Spring and Autumn Annals, and sometimes I also talk about other things."

".Oh!" Pei Ye stood in awe.

While they were talking, they had arrived at a spacious hall. Pei Ye stepped forward to help the girl open the door, and then he began to frown - first of all, he had never seen such a large school, and secondly, there were actually three or four hundred people present here.

Xu Chuo took the bookcase from his hand, handed him a copy of the Analects, and gestured backwards, "Let's talk after the class. Find a place to sit first."

Pei Ye looked back and saw that there were only a few empty seats left.

He suddenly saw several familiar faces, the same ones he had seen in Xiuwen Hall that day, and almost everyone looked at the woman who was walking onto the stage with seriousness and respect.

Pei Ye walked to the back row with very light steps, chose a seat and sat down upright. The people next to him looked at him, and even the people in the front row turned around curiously, turning the brush in their hands.

Pei Ye's first impression was that the people here were indeed much more enthusiastic. He nodded and smiled in response to every glance at them. There was paper and pen on the desk. Pei Ye spread out the Analects of Confucius neatly and thus began his first class in the Imperial College.

(End of this chapter)