Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

When everyone sitting around heard this, dull and thoughtful expressions appeared on their faces, like static character paintings, each immersed in trying to figure out the deep meaning behind Li Yihao's words.

Lin Xiaofeng's usually playful and scolding expression disappeared without a trace at this moment. He sat upright, his eyes focused on Li Yihao. Every word was like a drum beating in his heart, making him admire Li Yihao's outstanding talents and noble virtues. Respect arose spontaneously.

On the other side, Li Dexian squinted his eyes to the side, picking his nose with his hands seemingly casually but actually with a mocking meaning. This move seemed particularly abrupt and uncoordinated against the backdrop of his gorgeous official robe, like a piece of stain that stained the whole body. Picture flaws.

He secretly sneered in his heart: A person who even messed up the street management dared to talk about the principle of loving the people like children in front of everyone. His hypocrisy and ignorance were extremely chilling!
Emperor Jingjiang's face was just like the cloudy sky at dusk. The gloomy and solemn lead-gray color quietly settled on his face, just like the vicissitudes of the empire carved by the years. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they could penetrate autumn water and see through people's hearts. The power and wisdom contained in them were like beacons in the dusk, illuminating dark corners. He slowly opened his red lips, and although his voice was neither fast nor slow, every word was like a hammer, with a huge force hidden in it: "Li Aiqing, have you truly taken my royal admonitions to heart, treated the people as your own flesh and blood, and regarded the people as your own flesh and blood?" Is suffering one’s own pain?”

When Li Yihao heard this, his expression changed rapidly, and a look of astonishment briefly flashed on his resolute face, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, leaving a trail of astonishment. His sharp eagle eyes collided with Emperor Jingjiang's eyes as quiet as an abyss and as majestic as a mountain. Sparks flew everywhere but they both held back. Then, his eyes quickly swept across the courtiers in the hall, and those figures who were usually loyal or flattering became blurry at this moment.

I saw three high-status pavilion elders. Their hair was covered with silver hair, and their faces were as cold as iron. Their eyes were intertwined with scrutiny and indifference, as if they were made of ice, revealing endless indifference and alienation. This sudden change in the atmosphere made Li Yihao feel suspicious, like a layer of mist rising slowly, obscuring the originally clearly visible road. He recalled the countless times in the past when he had been praised by the imperial court. Those warm applause and admiring glances were still in his ears and before his eyes. However, today's cold feeling of alienation was like the cold wind in winter, piercing his skin and reaching deep into his heart. He felt unprecedented confusion and confusion in this magnificent hall.

Emperor Jingjiang's face did not show the slightest relief due to Li Yihao's hesitation. His words followed him like a barrage of words. The pressure was like a huge stone pressing heavily on the heart, making Li Yihao's heart become tense. The world instantly surged into waves, and the anxiety was palpable. Facing the emperor's pressing step by step, Li Yihao could only straighten his back. His trembling words carried strong anxiety and deep self-blame, like a rusty blunt knife slicing his throat. : "Your Majesty, I am as anxious about the current situation as an ant on a hot pot. However, natural disasters are merciless. This sudden, downpour of rain cannot be easily resisted by ordinary people. I have worked day and night, tirelessly, I have personally supervised and led everyone to conduct a detailed investigation of various disaster records caused by heavy rains in the capital over the years, trying to dig out a path from the dust of history that can completely solve such problems. Unfortunately, it is still like looking for a needle in a vast haystack, and no substantial progress has been made. For this reason, I can only go all out, use up my meager strength, and use my last bit of strength to deal with this disaster. However, despite this, my efforts still seem to be unable to meet His Majesty's expectations. Regarding this, I am full of heart. Endless guilt and pain.”

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this heavy answer in his ears, it was as if an invisible boulder was slowly crushing his heart, and the feeling of loss instantly flooded his heart like a tide. He slowly closed his eyes that could see everything in the world, and a long and deep sigh echoed in the splendid Jinluan Palace. Every note was filled with endless helplessness and sorrow, as if telling a story. tells an ancient and heavy story. When Emperor Jingjiang opened his eyes again, the world in his eyes was already cast with a strange color. A cold and biting murderous intent quietly emerged, like the deep cracks that appear when a glacier bursts. The cold light flickered in the depths of his pupils, reflecting It shows the determination and coldness in the emperor's heart.

"I personally set foot on this land that was ravaged by the flood demon. What I witnessed was not the prosperity that I expected, but the people of Li who were immersed in the boundless floods like grass, isolated and helpless, and mourning everywhere. This bleak scene. , how can I continue to talk about the royal oath to love the people as my own son?" The words were like a shocking word, and every word was like a sharp blade tempered with ice, piercing deeply into the heart.

When Li Yihao heard these harsh words, his expression changed rapidly, from the original nervousness to a complicated relief. He realized that His Majesty was not furious because of the misunderstanding, but was deeply concerned about the suffering of the people's livelihood. He straightened his back, as if to integrate himself into the hard-as-iron responsibility, and his chest was filled with deep concern for the suffering of the people. Li Yihao responded in a firm yet apologetic tone: "Your Majesty, when faced with such a hell-like scene on earth, I am so anxious that I wish I could incarnate into millions and save the people one by one from dire straits. However, natural disasters are ruthless and manpower is After all, it is limited. Even though I have tried my best, I still feel guilty and unable to recover. "

After hearing Li Yihao's confession, Emperor Jingjiang revealed a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth. This smile was like a blade covered with ice and snow, without any warmth, just like the north wind mercilessly cutting through people's cheeks in the harsh winter, sending chills through the bones. "Take this person and kill him!" His words were like thunder bursting out from the abyss of silence. Although the volume was not high, it was full of shock, making all the civil and military officials in the hall tremble with fear and chills in their hearts.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this strict order, a surge of resentment and injustice suddenly surged in his heart, like spring thunder exploding in his chest. What he couldn't bear was not just that he had not reached the lofty state of "loving the people like sons", but because of this future. Flaws that can reach the extreme have become the ruthless push for his fate to be executed. Faced with such a verdict, his heart was like a bud squeezed by a boulder, struggling painfully and tenaciously.

The veteran ministers sitting here who were weather-beaten and well versed in the ways of strategizing, although their hearts were also filled with turmoil and horror, their experienced eyes captured the expression of Emperor Jingjiang at this moment - disappointment was like a torrent. The river water has reached the peak, rolling in, drowning all the fire of hope, leaving only a piece of ice-cold determination. They knew that any excuses and questions at this time would be useless, so they chose silence and allowed the oppressive and dull atmosphere to spread in the splendid hall. In the silent place, it seemed as if they could hear the sound of the air solidifying. Any words are more powerful.

At the same time, Li Yihao's fate suddenly took a turn for the worse. The factory guards arrested him like thunder. At that moment, his world suddenly turned upside down, as if he was in a dark and boundless swamp. He was terrified, helpless and confused. His pupils were as wide as a frightened deer, confusion and astonishment intertwined in his eyes. It was unbelievable that the misfortune in front of him was so unexpected. With his voice trembling, he tried his best to maintain the last trace of dignity. He appealed to Emperor Jingjiang who was sitting on the dragon throne: "Your Majesty, what heinous crime did this humble minister commit to suffer such a sudden disaster?" The words revealed in his words. The innocence and confusion are like broken porcelain scattered on the cold floor tiles, crisp and pitiful.

Emperor Jingjiang's face was like frost flowers condensed in the twelfth lunar month of winter. He stood motionless in the cold and majestic outline of the dragon chair. His face was as cold as a sculpture, without any emotion revealed. He did not lock his eyes on Li Yihao, but slowly moved towards the plaque hanging at the top of the lobby. There, the four thick characters "Justice and Selflessness" shone brightly under the flickering candlelight, as if they had turned into sharp words. The blade stung the eyes of everyone present.

The factory guard's movements were as fast as thunder, and he had tightly restrained Li Yihao in an instant. The movements were as fast as lightning in the wind and rain, hitting the target without warning. At this moment, Li Yihao's body seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt from the blue. He was shaking violently. His arms instantly lost strength due to the severe pain and fell weakly from both sides. His knees hit the cold floor tiles hard, making a dull and shocking sound. The roar of the human heart. At this moment, the shadow of doom truly shrouded him. His face was ashen, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished, leaving only endless despair and fear intertwined in it.

He was hoarse but tried his best to shout out his inner grievances. The voice echoed in the empty hall, but it was like a stone thrown into the deep sea. It caused a brief ripple and then fell silent. No one responded. Only the echo appeared in the silence. Extraordinarily desolate. Emperor Jingjiang always maintained an unfathomable silence. This silence was like a huge boulder weighing heavily on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe and almost suffocating.

It wasn't until Li Yihao tearfully mentioned the iron coupon given by the late emperor that he could avoid death, in an attempt to use it as the last straw, that Emperor Jingjiang finally broke the suffocating silence. However, when he opened his mouth to question, what was revealed in his words was bone-chilling ridicule and contempt. He sneered, and the laughter seemed to have condensed into ice, and he said every word: "The death-free ticket is the highest honor bestowed by my father to your father. What qualifications do you have to dare to enjoy such privileges without authorization? ?”

When Li Yihao heard this, his heart felt like window paper penetrated by the north wind. The coldness penetrated his heart, climbing from his toes all the way to Tianling Cap, instantly immersing him in the boundless cold and unable to save himself. His face was pale, cleaner than fresh snow, and the large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead were crystal clear, falling to the ground like peas, accompanied by bursts of rapid and almost crazy kowtows and begging sounds, as if he was crazy. He is no longer the proud and heroic figure he usually is. At this moment, his clothes were stained by tears and sweat, clinging to his skin and clinging to his body wetly, creating a picture of sadness and helplessness. At this moment, he deeply realized that the iron ticket that he thought was indestructible and enough to save his life has now become a shackle weighing more than a thousand pounds, ruthlessly pushing him into the bottomless abyss of destiny.

Emperor Jingjiang's eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if the indifference and determination of countless winter nights had condensed, and he was approaching Li Yihao step by step. Every step he took was like a blacksmith's hammer mark, leaving an indelible mark of the majesty of the emperor on the stone slab. imprint. His words were like the howling north wind in the twelfth lunar month, cold and biting, and every word was resounding: "The so-called death-free iron coupon you hold tightly in your hand is not the protection talisman in your private bag. In today's situation, even if the late emperor reappears in the world, , There is no way to reverse the torrent of destiny that has been created!" Before he finished speaking, a sword light suddenly cut through the silence, like a meteor speeding across the night sky, it was swift and cold, and it cut off Li Yihao's head from his body in the blink of an eye. The once powerful and arrogant body was swaying and overturning in the filthy sewage. Under that knife, the glory, pride, and power that once belonged to him were all reduced to nothing and returned to dust, leaving only a place of dilapidation and desolation.

Emperor Jingjiang's majesty did not waver at all due to the thunderous decision just now. With his back to the bloody palace, his body was like an immovable king, and he turned directly to the "Upright and Bright" imperial plaque in the hall, which was written like a dragon and a snake, and the force of it penetrated the back of the paper. . His eyes stared deeply at the four shining characters. The vigor and perseverance contained in them were like the first ray of sunshine at dawn piercing the darkness, indicating unshakable determination.

He asked sternly, and his words resounded like thunder in the hall: "Under the whole world, whether it is an insignificant piece of grass or a majestic mountain and river, although I cannot understand every detail, the eyes of the people will understand for me. Be discerning and distinguish between good and evil. Look at the torrential rain today, and the sewage flowing down the streets. Ordinary people have no shelter from the wind and rain. Is this what you, Li Yihao, call "loving the people like a son"? "Bangben's truth, then please go to the underworld and ask for advice from those young lives who are innocently suffering and drowning in the turbid water!" After saying this, Emperor Jingjiang's words were like the roar of a copper bell, echoing in this solemn and solemn place for a long time! Inside the hall, it was chilling.

Following Emperor Jingjiang's order, a sound like a bell and a giant drum surged in the air, and Li Yihao's wailing sound gradually faded away, as if it had been sucked into the whirlpool of history and disappeared. At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang's figure as calm as cast iron slowly turned back and turned his gaze to the six ministers who had met by chance in the pavilion by the lake. They all looked pale at this time, and fell down on the cold and hard jade ground like a flock of birds frightened by hunters. The banging sound of their knees hitting the ground spread in circles in the empty and silent hall, and every sound They are all like alarm bells ringing in the depths of people's hearts, causing ripples and filling the air with deep fear and awe.

In the court that was once filled with iron-clad and upright aura, Ji Xuanrong, a high-ranking official who once shocked the government and the public with his reputation for being upright and fearless. At this moment, the resolute lines on his face have been swallowed up by the haze of despair. The original sharp edges and corners His facial features were distorted into sculptures of sadness and helplessness. His face was like a weathered stone tablet, carved with traces of deep sorrow; his eyes were no longer filled with the firm light of the past, but filled with a pool of sincere but powerless tears. He struggled to widen his bloodshot eyes, which seemed to be burned to the extreme by raging fire, staring straight at Li Yihao - that living being whose vitality was like a candle flickering and about to be extinguished.

"Master Li!" Ji Xuanrong let out the most poignant and painful cry from the depths of his soul, "Save me! Save us from the dire straits and heat!" This hoarse cry for help echoed in the empty hall, but the only person who responded to him was The last voice of grievance squeezed out of Li Yihao's throat: "I... it's all in vain -" With these words, a cold sword light cut through the silence like lightning, and Li Yihao's head left his body in an instant And away, a cruel arc was drawn in the air, and blood spurted out, like a scarlet poppy blooming in the chilly night, fierce and decisive.

At this moment, all the honor and pride that Li Yihao carried as a human subject melted under the cold marble floor. His eyes lost their last luster at the moment of death, intertwined with unspeakable fear and depth. The incomparable humiliation caused him to be ruthlessly deprived of even his remaining dignity in the last moments of his life. His heavy body slumped down, and the blood quickly seeped into the sewage gaps between the bluestone slabs, converging into a bright red lake, gradually spreading outward, forming a poignant and real picture of death, which made everyone who witnessed it tremble with fear. .

At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang's words were like an invisible ice pick, penetrating the almost frozen silence in the air. Although his voice was majestic, it was extremely cold, and every word carried the irreversible power of destiny: "You guys. You must bear in mind that as an official appointed by the imperial court, if you cannot always stick to your duties, work diligently and love the people, even if you are empowered and occupy a high official position, you will eventually be unable to escape the fair and selfless judgment of the people and the ruthless reincarnation of heaven. "I will face severe punishment." These cold words were like a branding iron that was deeply imprinted on the hearts of everyone present, arousing waves of shudders that could not subside for a long time, as if reminding them of the ruthlessness and cruelty of fate. The fragility of power.

In the lobby, it was like a deep pool of stirred water. Bai Yongyuan and the courtiers were like duckweeds in the waves, shaking their heads and sighing. This continuous sorrow was like an undercurrent, and their sights seemed to be thousands of invisible lines. Chains were all tied to the little figure named Lin Xiaofeng in the corner. The emperor's move was as unexpected as a thunderbolt in the clear sky. He swung the butcher's knife symbolizing ruthless sanctions against the important ministers without authorization. This series of actions completely subverted the Ming and Zhengdian punishment etiquette that had been followed for thousands of years, just like in a calm and calm atmosphere. A depth charge was dropped on the Chaotang Lake, and the huge waves stirred up would roll and echo in the vast rivers and lakes of the officialdom, and would not subside for a long time. Although Lin Xiaofeng seemed innocent and isolated at the center of this storm, the world is cold and people's hearts are unpredictable. Those scholars who are good at figuring out what is going on will surely tightly intertwine his fate with this incident. It is expected that from now on, Lin Xiaofeng's life will be different. Life will be plunged into one difficulty after another, like a solitary stone covered with frost. No one will dare to approach it easily in the short term.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but there was a hint of confusion and confusion in it. Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a burning cloud of doubt silently struggling and groping: Is it true that he killed an important official of the imperial court so hastily? Behind such decisiveness, what heinous crime did the person who was beheaded commit? It is really unbelievable that people can be killed just because of poor governance in the city. The confusion in his stomach was tangled into a mess that was difficult to sort out. He couldn't help but touch his colleague Li Dexian with his slightly trembling fingers, trying to catch a glimmer of answer or comfort from this normally chatty and laughing partner.

However, he received only silence. Lin Xiaofeng turned around and saw that Li Dexian's face was as pale as snow. His originally resolute face had lost all color at this moment, and his body was trembling. It seemed that at that moment, all his lofty ideals and iron bones were lost in this sudden beheading. It instantly evaporated in front of Zhi Xing and turned into nothingness. Seeing this, Lin Xiaofeng could only shake his head helplessly, and couldn't help but whisper in his heart: "So you are just an ordinary person! You are usually eloquent, and you often vow to gallop on the battlefield and defeat thousands of people, but when you are really facing a life-and-death situation, your life is hanging by a thread. At this time, you are actually in such a state of panic, which shows how profound the grace and protection His Majesty has given you every day has made you lose the courage you should have persisted in the face of the real test. "

In an instant, the factory guard burst into the hall like lightning. His footsteps were dull and repressed, like autumn leaves quietly falling to the ground in the silent night. Although the voice was low, his words were like iron. He reported: "The gangster who committed heinous crimes has been brought to justice. The head was separated from the torso, and the blood was scattered in the dust." Upon hearing this, Emperor Jingjiang's face changed rapidly, like a dark cloud covering the sun. He suddenly stopped smiling and shouted sternly: "Okay! Hang the traitor's head on me immediately. Above the Chaoyi Gate, I declare to the world that all officials can see that I have a deep love for the people of Li, just like a parent loves and cares for their children. I will never tolerate anyone who regards the people as pigs and dogs to seize high positions and bully them. I am kind. I bear the heavy responsibility of the country and the country, and I will severely punish all lawbreakers, impartially and impartially, and treat everyone equally."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Jingjiang straightened his back, walked steadily and powerfully, like a dragon walking like a tiger, and led the ministers away with a majestic aura. The back stood as tall as a mountain, cold and decisive, as if it were a cast iron statue, imprinted in the air and unable to dissipate for a long time.

Passing through the hall along the road, six pale and frightened kneelers suddenly appeared in sight. Their bodies were trembling slightly, their faces were ashen, and large beads of sweat fell from their foreheads, soaking their clothes. Emperor Jingjiang did not stop for a moment due to their presence, but just passed by them indifferently. The eye contact at that moment showed the majesty and determination of the emperor. His figure gradually faded away, but it left a deep imprint in the air. It was a kind of coercion that towered over all things, a kind of supreme justice, which was awe-inspiring.

At this moment, Ji Xuanrong's inner world was like a lonely boat in the strong wind and waves. Fear and confusion were like rolling waves, intertwining and colliding in his heart, forming a silent storm. He closed his eyes and pondered, how heinous was the crime committed by those six people, that they had to endure such inhuman torture and treatment? When the figure of Emperor Jingjiang finally disappeared from the edge of his sight, like a heavy curtain falling slowly, Ji Xuanrong seemed to get a chance to breathe from the invisible shackles. The huge stone pressing on his chest seemed to have quietly moved away. A corner.

However, just when he was about to raise his head and seek some answers from the taciturn factory guard beside him in a calm tone, a sudden murderous aura broke the tranquility in the lobby. Like a thunderbolt strike, a ray of cold light struck down in the air as fast as a falling star! In an instant, silver light suddenly appeared in the lobby, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn piercing the darkness, and the sword energy criss-crossed, like the warp and weft between heaven and earth weaving the pattern of death. Six figures were cut off in the cold light and shadow in an instant, and several stiff corpses suddenly appeared on the ground. They fell in a pool of blood, their lives disappearing quietly, and their stories were ruthlessly erased.

Before people could recover from the shock, a cold wind blew by, causing Li Yihao's head hanging in front of the ceremony gate to sway. Those wide-open eyes were like two dark gems embedded deeply in the pale face, shining with endless unwillingness and resentment, staring at the ripples in the sewage below. The ripples rippled, and each one seemed to be whispering, telling a series of sad and sad stories, telling about unresolved grievances and irreparable regrets. They spread into the air, permeated the entire lobby, and penetrated into every room. Deep in the soul of a person present.

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The news of Li Yihao's death spread quickly and violently, like thunder wrapped in a strong wind, sweeping across the land of Gyeonggi in an instant. The speed and power of the news seemed to make even the long-dormant imperial city tremble. The gaps between the bricks and stones seemed to overflow with sadness. This bad news was like a thunderbolt piercing the sky, piercing the hearts of all the civil and military officials in the court. Their faces suddenly changed, their horror was palpable, and their pale faces were filled with sorrow and helplessness for the uncertainty of the world. They exchanged each other's shock and doubts in whispers, and their words contained deep sorrow and indignation: "Is it what a wise king should do to kill the pillars of the country in vain? The world has returned to peace, and the country is about to enter great peace. In the prosperous times, His Majesty has just enjoyed a brief period of peace, but why did he kill his trusted ministers? Even if there is a reason for having to use the knife, it should be made public to show that justice and impartiality are not being fulfilled. How could it be a crime to behead someone in public, as the Holy Spirit intended? With so many disasters happening today, why was Li Yihao chosen to cause such a horrific tragedy? "

The ministers were filled with resentment and anxiously speculated that if everything had been done in accordance with the law, perhaps today's uproar could have been avoided. However, His Majesty's arbitrary killings at this moment made people feel chilling. If the butcher's knife strikes again in the future, who will be able to step forward? Come out to redress the grievances of innocent people and defend the court's principles?

In the midst of this wave of anger, Lin Xiaofeng was like the target of an arrow, instantly becoming the center of attention. People almost unanimously believe that Li Yihao's innocent death must be the result of Lin Xiaofeng's secret setup and obstruction. As we all know, the two have always been in constant friction and tit-for-tat, but no one expected that Lin Xiaofeng's city would be so unfathomable, and his methods so sinister and vicious! Imagine that on the day when the prince ascends the throne, if Lin Xiaofeng acts arbitrarily and monopolizes power, who can escape from his clutches and maintain his innocence and safety in the raging storm of power?
The entire court and even the people were shrouded in such a strong worry and insecurity, like dark clouds covering the sun, indicating that a more violent political storm was brewing and was about to descend on this turbulent land.

The morning light of the next day broke, and Emperor Jingjiang came to court according to ancient rituals. He was wearing a dragon robe with dragon patterns and intertwined gold threads. He sat firmly on the throne carved with blue dragons, flying phoenixes, and auspicious clouds. , like a majestic mountain, its majesty is breathtaking. Inside the vast hall, the ministers knelt down or stood upright in an orderly manner. The whole scene was like a delicate and majestic scroll of a court meeting slowly unfolding. The figures standing upright in the hall are all experienced ministers who have experienced many vicissitudes of life and are well versed in the latitude and longitude of government affairs. Their eyes contain perseverance and wisdom honed over the years, as if the rise and fall of the country's honor and disgrace are engraved in these ever-changing eyes. while those who bowed their heads to the ground and kowtowed devoutly were mostly Confucian scholars with outstanding talents who had read poetry and books in the academy. Their foreheads were pressed tightly against the cold and hard gold brick floor, their eyes full of admiration and sincerity.

Academician Cai Yingyang was impressively at the forefront. At this moment, his complexion was like a red maple reflecting the autumn frost. Fierce emotions appeared on his face, and the anger in his heart was about to burst out. He stood tall and straight, as independent as a green pine, speaking to the emperor in a voice as loud and sad as a bell: "Your Majesty, has Li Yihao ever committed a crime and suffered such unjust injustice and sudden disaster? Could it be that he was secretly instigated by a young man? Has the confusion of right and wrong caused His Majesty's wisdom to become dusty? This matter involves the justice of the court and the support of the people. If there is no reasonable and fair explanation, the hearts of scholars in the world will be as cold as ice, and the foundation of their faith will be shaken. Scattered and academic ruins, isn't this a misfortune for the country and a disaster for the people? For this reason, one hundred and twenty colleagues from the Academy have gathered outside the palace gate, with anxious hearts, begging Your Majesty to take a closer look. Be aware of everything and decide the case in a fair and impartial manner! If our policy of governing the country is slightly biased, we are willing to kneel under the jade steps until the truth is revealed, the innocence is revealed, and the truth is revealed!"

When Bai Yongyuan and a group of respected veterans heard this, they all looked sad and sighed. Their frowns, as deep as mountains and rivers, flowed with unspeakable helplessness and worry, as if they carried countless pains accumulated during the changes of dynasties. Although these veterans have not stated it explicitly, they have already formed an indescribable tacit understanding among themselves, and they deeply understand that the actions taken this time are really out of necessity. However, not everyone can understand the true meaning of this, and there are still some people who are concerned about it. This person is ignorant and stubbornly sticks to his own opinions.

Li Yihao, with his outstanding knowledge and deep connections, has gradually emerged in the academic hall of the Bachelor's College. His figure is like a bright star, rising in the hearts of many bachelors who are well-read in poetry and books, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere. The light that people admire. In contrast, Lin Xiaofeng was in the whirlpool of public opinion and became the target of criticism. Especially in the eyes of the younger generation, he was portrayed as a typical image who was good at stirring up trouble and framing Zhongliang. This negative perception of Lin Xiaofeng was like a fire that ignited their blood. They were indignant and vowed to clear Li Yihao's grievances. No matter how high the price was, they would not hesitate to do so, just to safeguard the justice and justice in their hearts. moral.

Wang Jingwen, this hidden figure, faced the turbulent farce in front of him, his face was as calm as a mirror, his cold eyes were like an eagle's eye that sees the world, silently watching everything. However, deep in his heart, there was a magnificent wave of contempt hidden in him. His expression was like a layer of ice condensed on a winter lake, coldly reflecting his ridicule and disdain for the shallow knowledge of the new rich in the court. He calmly speculated that before these people could fully see who held the double-edged sword of power, they had already lost themselves in the intricate game of power and became just pawns on the chessboard, drifting with the tide. Don't know the way back.

Emperor Jingjiang sat firmly on the top of the dragon chair, like a meditating statue, showing his keen interest in the noisy palace at his feet in a leisurely manner. His pair of deep eyes were like a hunting falcon, passing through the threshold of the shimmering and magnificent hall, and looking directly at the crowd of people who were kneeling and praying devoutly. Every subtle expression could not escape him. Sight.

At this moment, he slowly raised his voice, and his words echoed in the hall, with the unique majesty and inherent curiosity of an emperor, like thunder: "Who is the little person you are referring to?"

"This person is Lin Xiaofeng!" This sonorous and powerful answer came from the mouth of a bachelor at the end of the team. He straightened his back, like a hard and unyielding cypress, standing tall and independent in the fearful atmosphere of everyone, without any fear. . His face was resolute, his brows and eyes revealed the courage to defy power, and his words were loud and clear, like a blade cutting through the silence, shocking the entire hall.

Cai Yingyang didn't say much about this, he just stood silently, like an old pine that had gone through wind and frost, watching its changes. His role was now replaced by the scholar Zhao Zhongzhan beside him. Zhao Zhongzhan responded to Emperor Jingjiang's inquiries and scrutiny in his own unique way. Emperor Jingjiang's eyes were as deep as the abyss, like a hunting eagle, and he sharply captured this strange scene: While everyone was bowing their heads and kneeling, only Zhao Zhongzhan did not follow the crowd, but was as proud as a green pine. Standing upright, this unusual behavior was like a magnet, attracting Emperor Jingjiang's probing gaze.

Emperor Jingjiang turned slightly to Long Yan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his probing eyes were like the waves of autumn water. He slowly asked Zhao Zhongzhan the question in his heart: "Zhao Zhongzhan, why can you keep your straight posture when everyone is kneeling and worshiping? , won’t you bend your knees to me?”

When Zhao Zhongzhan heard this question, his expression became more solemn in an instant, as if the weight of the world was pressing on his face. His eyes were piercing, like two bright stars embedded in the dark night sky. Every movement, whether it is a slight nod or a steady stand, silently expresses the deep respect for the emperor's power. He responded, his voice was steady and powerful, and there was an air of tenacity and perseverance in his words: "Your Majesty, the reason why I did not perform the customary kneeling ceremony is not because of the slightest slight or disrespect to Your Majesty. On the contrary, This is Wei Chen's firm belief in His Majesty's wisdom and insight into world affairs. Wei Chen knows that nothing about the world in His Majesty's eyes is unclear and nothing is unclear. Although you are surrounded by many ministers, you have a strong balance in your heart. , distinguish between loyal and traitor, and never let the real villain succeed. Therefore, I stand up to express my sincere admiration for the thoughtfulness behind every decision of His Majesty and the lofty political wisdom and profound truth contained in every action. ”

When Emperor Jingjiang heard these remarks, the corner of his dignified and majestic mouth slightly raised a deep smile, just like the stars in the dark night hidden in the vast eyes. The insight deep in his heart was like a mirror, instantly illuminating the human nature. Complex and tortuous. He already understood in his heart: it turned out that in this seemingly elegant and innocent land of the Bachelor's College, villains with deviant loyalty and different ambitions had actually spawned. This incident not only added to the ups and downs of the court disputes, but also made it more complicated. The originally dull days added a bit of intriguing twists and turns.

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes quietly moved like flowing clouds, and he slowly turned his head to one side calmly. What caught his eye was Zhao Zhongzhan, who was giving him various subtle looks, and there was a trace of emotion flowing between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes. This kind of hard-to-understand scheming and calculation, as if an unfathomable chess game is quietly being laid out.

Ever since Zhao Zhongzhan used despicable means to cling to Lin Xiaofeng in a despicable way, his reputation in the academy has dropped rapidly like a meteorite, and he has been indulging in the disdainful looks and cynicism cast by his colleagues every moment. Among them, struggling in the quagmire of dignity and reality. However, Zhao Zhongzhan was able to remain calm in this predicament. He firmly believed that as long as he clung to the shade of Lin Xiaofeng, a towering tree, his future career path would still be full of twists and turns, from gloom to light. He thought over and over in private that even though the outside public opinion was noisy and people were angry, Emperor Jingjiang had a unique preference and appreciation for Lin Xiaofeng. He was determined that as long as he could keep up with Lin Xiaofeng's pace and work step by step, no matter what kind of storm came, he would be able to win. Be able to survive safely and protect yourself. (End of chapter)