With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 88 The growth of a young man

Fang Yuming's request failed in the end.

Under the gaze of hundreds of ministers and countless people.

Zhao Qing was silent for a moment, then walked away.

There was no outburst or scolding.

In the end, the last trace of dignity was left to this old man.

The civil and military ministers present are all smart people.

How dare you express the slightest sympathy to Fang Yuming under the current circumstances.

In no time, they dispersed in a hurry.

He was left alone, kneeling in front of Suzaku's door.

It wasn't until dusk that he returned to Chuixiang Tower in despair and locked himself in a small room.

But things didn't end there.

Zhao Qing was annoyed that these people were secretly forming cliques and colluded, and ordered a thorough investigation.

So ever.

The crimson robes were flying again in the festive capital.

But it doesn't bring joy.

It is destined to be only separation.

Dozens of great scholars and veterans signed a letter with Fang Yuming.

That night, he was invited to Tianlao for tea by the messenger from Xiuyi Capital.

The cases that Zhao Gao personally supervised were handled so quickly that people were overwhelmed.

And such quick processing made countless dignitaries secretly shocked.

Deep down in my heart, it was inevitable that there would be a hint of sadness at the death of the rabbit and the fox.

But he didn't dare to criticize Zhao Qing.

He could only cast all his grievances on Zhao Gao.

Memorials overtly and covertly impeaching Xiuyidu were piled on Zhao Qing's desk.

But these are of no use.

After Fang Yuming knew the news.

After a few days, he finally walked out of the small room where he was restrained.

He forced a smile to comfort Zhao Ping, who was worried about him.

Fetched water, washed up, and changed into court clothes.

After taking care of yourself meticulously.

Slowly descended from Xianming Mountain and went straight to the palace.

I want to explain everything to His Majesty, he is the mastermind behind this matter.

King Anping and others have no knowledge of this, please do not implicate innocent people.

But Zhao Qing didn't see him.

Fang Yuming, with his old body, knelt outside the Suzaku Gate for three hours.

He was not sad or angry, nor was he afraid.

There was just a hint of loss and regret in his eyes.

He spoke loudly about his views and suggestions on the current situation, regardless of whether anyone was listening or not.

Finally, he took off his official hat.

Kowtow to the Yuji Hall.

He stood up tremblingly and shouted:
  "Your Majesty, the country cannot live without a heir for a day!"

After saying that, he hit the stone pillar outside the Suzaku Gate.

Bright red blood spilled on the white marble.

A bloody flower bloomed.

When the internal supervisor compiled what he said into a book and placed it on Zhao Qing's desk.

She looked stunned and was silent for a moment.

After completing the unification of the empire, something strange appeared on his face that became more and more majestic and unpredictable.

Finally, two heavy words came out of his mouth:
  "A rich burial."

The people around me who were waiting for instructions were relieved.

leave in a hurry.

"Ugh."

Li Zhen sighed silently after hearing this.

"Mr. Fang is a wise man."

"Why can't you think about it this time?"

"Yes, caring will lead to chaos."

Zhao Qing ascended the throne as her daughter and was already very taboo about opposing the crown prince.

Don’t you see that up and down the court, almost no one dares to mention it?

It's good for you, old man.

Don't mention it sooner rather than later. It must be mentioned when someone has established great achievements.

Isn't this just hitting the muzzle of the gun in a daze?
  As for what he said about using dead blood, Li Zhen shook his head.

Even if Zhao Qing lives a long life, how long can she stay in the position of emperor.

Ultimately, it's not about finding an heir.

And who in the current Da Zhou has this qualification?

Putting aside the unlikely possibility of biological heirs. He is not the closest blood relative to him, as his nephew, King Anping.

Under such circumstances, Fang Yuming only needs to teach Zhao Ping well and not let him grow crooked.

As time goes by, isn't it natural for him to become the crown prince?
  Why bother, be impatient now.

Ling Ling always has everything, and all he can do is care about it and it will lead to chaos.

it's good now.

The old man left immediately.

Who should take pity on Zhao Ping who is left behind?

Thinking of this young man who was obviously born into a noble family but had suffered many twists and turns at a young age.

After all, Li Zhen failed to be cruel and ignored him.

Get up and push away the small house from the past.

In a not very bright room.

The young man was lying on the table by the window.

It was obviously the warm sunshine shining on him.

However, at this time, it seemed a bit desolate.

At the top, there is a tabletop and a simple chair.

There are several open books on the table, as well as pages covered with writing.

He picked it up with his hand and read through it one by one.

Li Zhen sighed silently in his heart again.

That stubborn old man had already decided to die.

He shut himself up in his house for a few days, not to reflect or grieve.

Instead, he wrote books for his disciple to read in the future.

Look at the lines of scrawled writing on it.

From the above, Li Zhen read an elder's ardent expectations for the younger generation.

It's a bit heavy, and I don't know if the boy's small shoulders can carry it.

"Taoist Master."

Zhao Ping raised his head and called softly.

His eyes were a little red and there were tears on his face.

Apparently, I cried more than once.

Came all the way from the Western Regions to this strange country.

Despite his noble bloodline, he suffered from neglect.

But the one who has always been by his side is Fang Yuming.

Although he is serious, stubborn, and stubborn, he is always ready to beat himself up.

But Zhao Ping knew that these were for his own good.

But now, he is gone.

"Taoist teacher is gone."

"From now on, I will never have a teacher again."

He held back, not letting himself cry.

Looking at this person, she was obviously extremely sad, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of him.

Like a young lone wolf hiding in the snow and silently licking his wounds.

Li Zhen stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his head:

“The dead are gone, so are the living.”

Behind him, those who followed naturally looked at the scene here.

His nose was sore and he turned his face away.

"I will teach you martial arts tomorrow."

After thinking about it, Li Zhen felt that this seemed to be the thing that made him happiest.

Now that Yuming is dead, there is no obstacle.

"No."

But I saw that the villain wiped his wet eyes.

He forced the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile that was uglier than bitter:
  "I promised the teacher that I would study hard."

"With him gone, I should work harder."

Under the bright sunshine.

The young man's face was so determined and serious.

Staring at his face, Li Zhen was in a trance.

After a moment, he came to his senses.

He took back his hand and said calmly:

"it is good."

Whirl around, turn around and leave with nature.

He found that compared to his verbal comfort.

Perhaps what this young man needs more right now is a world that is quiet enough and free from interruptions.

On the first day after losing my teacher.

The boy who was once grew up overnight.

(End of this chapter)