Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 837 Master (2)
At first, the officials publicized the South-to-North Water Diversion Initiative in the market. As long as the tunnels are opened, water sources can be diverted into the north, and water conservancy projects will be built, there will be no large-scale floods in the future.

The common people were dubious, and some people were instigated by others to fight against the officials.

For a while, public grievances escalated, and the gentry threatened the government that if they stopped offering sacrifices to the river god, they would immediately close the porridge shed to protest.

The yamen opened warehouses to release food, but the quantity was far from enough for the victims. After a few days of hunger, the people protested again, thinking that the yamen was meddling in their own business.

The people in the southwest once again showed their toughness. Dozens of people together killed the official who was trying to save the child.

"Troublemakers, a bunch of tricksters!"

Mo Yan was so angry that she wanted to throw something. She glanced at the table, raised her hand high, and put it down gently. A random set of teapots and bowls is worth thousands of dollars, so don't waste it.

Wan Qi Yuling waved his big pen and wrote a few big characters on it, "forced suppression".

If the people continue to do this and the city defense army suppresses them forcefully, how many people will die is not what he cares about.

After Mo Yan saw it, she was silent for a moment, and she forgot that there is no reason at all here.

As the supreme ruler of Dai Viet, he has the power to decide the life and death of anyone.

The common people don't change their minds, which cannot be explained clearly in a few simple words. The efforts made by the officials are interpreted as a guilty conscience.

There are troublemakers in poor mountains and rivers, or people who are angered by floods.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, if it were not for the corruption of Southwest officials, might not have caused the serious consequences of the Jinsha River breaking its embankment.

There is no right or wrong, the government has lost its ability to be convincing, and the people just want to get rid of the troubles caused by the flood and live a good life.

Everyone may have a good starting point, but they may not have the best results in the end.

Not all modern methods and laws are suitable for Dai Viet, and the two cannot be deeply connected.

Suppression is by far the fastest and most effective means.

After figuring it out, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, why should there be a psychological burden?

The gentry and landlords, thinking that they have the support of the people, dare to oppose the imperial court, instigate civil unrest, and take the lead in killing officials. This is an unforgivable crime!

The gloom in Wan Teng Yuling's eyes flashed away. He drew out the sword hanging on the wall and tapped his toes on the ground. In the next second, he was already standing on a green pine more than ten meters away.

There was a noisy sound outside the imperial study, Mo Yan opened a corner of the window and looked out.

A man in black ran quickly and flew in the direction of Wanqi Yuling.

"Protect the Emperor!"

The Ouchi guards who followed were out of breath, and quickly formed an encirclement circle outside, staring at the man in black fiercely.

This man was full, and led them around the palace twice, and at the end he looked disgusted with their physical strength. As an assassin, isn't the requirement too high?
From Mo Yan's point of view, I had a face-to-face meeting with the man in black. He was as black as a crow from top to bottom, with a black mask on his face, only showing two holes.

His eyes were very bright and gleaming, and his strange movements made Ouchi's guards helpless, so it could be seen that he was a master of the outside world.

The man in black stared at Wanqi Yuling, and the two confronted each other, neither of them making a move first.

Before the expert fights, both sides have to evaluate each other, and Mo Yan doesn't feel murderous when he is on his body.

"Is it fun?"

Wan Teng Yuling lowered his head and wiped the sword with a handkerchief, his expression was indifferent. Judging from his words, he was very familiar with the visitor.

"Fun."

The man in black finally spoke, his voice was loud and mixed with internal force, almost twisting the noses of the surrounding guards.

They didn't think it was fun. They were worried all night and sweated all over, but they didn't even touch this person's hair.

"How do you want to play?"

Wan Tu Yuling tossed the handkerchief casually, and took a few steps forward, his eyes were cold and deep, and his whole body's aura was wide open, aggressive.

The guards took a few steps back after receiving the cue, not knowing the situation for a while.

"Hey, kid, after all these years, it's still so boring."

The man in black noticed that someone was watching, blinked in Mo Yan's direction, pointed at her and said, "If you marry a daughter-in-law, you will forget about Master? Of course you can't come here empty-handed, Ming Xi will leave it to the old man."

Mo Yan had already guessed the identity of the person who came, but she couldn't help being shocked when he heard Ming Xi mentioned.

"Mingche is the crown prince, and I don't want to rob you and your husband. I have to take away one of Cheng Huan's knees and give the old man a pension, right?"

The man in black said brazenly, "Mingxi seems to be better than that little brat Mingche, I will bring you back and teach me well, and I will let you father and son be fellow apprentices in the future."

Mo Yan grinned, she finally understood why her royal uncle mentioned Master in a helpless tone, wishing that he would not show up.

Hearing the meaning of what people said, he knew the twins well.

Baby Ming Che has always taken care of his younger siblings. As a prince, he has been cultivated a sense of responsibility since he was a child. Mo Yan also told him many stories to enlighten him. He is very good at insight into people's hearts. Even Yuan Huanzhi was deceived.

Mingxi is more playful, relatively honest, not so picky, cheerful all day long, and is even more liked by the maids and nuns.

"Old man, do you think it is possible?"

Wan Teng Yuling didn't have much respect for her master, but the title could still show the intimacy between the two of them.

Haven't seen each other for many years, Master still has such a bad taste, let father and son be brothers of the same school, let Mingxi call him father emperor, or brother?

Besides, he didn't want his son to be with an old urchin, otherwise he would be enslaved to roast chicken since he was a child.

If he went back to the Great Compassion Temple, he objected even more, living and living with the monks, could it be that Mingxi should learn to recite scriptures?

The master-student confrontation, the guards were tense from the beginning to relax, if it was the emperor's master, they would take it for granted that they couldn't catch up, there is something exciting to watch right now, don't miss it.

Mo Yan was not worried that Wanqi Yuling would betray Mingxi, but only thought his master's proposal was really interesting.

"Let's not talk much, let's do it!"

He asked twice in a row, which provoked someone. He untied the soft sword on his waist, poured in his true energy, pointed the tip of the sword, and went straight to Wanqi Yuling's throat.

Mo Yan stared intently, this speed is really too fast!
Wan Yu Yuling was not in a hurry, and when the sword tip was only an inch away from his throat, he jumped back more than ten meters, and the two used their strength to fight in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, I could only see two afterimages and the vortex brought out by the sword's edge. With Mo Yan's skill, I couldn't see the specific moves of their fight at all.

Facing the wind, Wan Qi Yuling's black hair was disheveled, and his long gown fluttered. He was extremely serious in his moves. Mo Yan had never seen anyone who could do so many moves under his hands.

Whoosh...

The man in black paused for a moment, and then scattered three darts in an arc-shaped trajectory. With strong wind, the three darts formed a triangle and went straight to Wanqi Yuling's chest.

It was too fast, it was too late, Mo Yan broke into a cold sweat after seeing it clearly.

No matter how advanced the uncle's martial arts are, he can only dodge two of them, and the other one is stuck in his chest.

"Tips for carving insects."

Wan Teng Yuling turned sideways, switched the sword to his left hand, and stretched the index finger and middle finger of his right hand forward, catching another dart in the air.

"Boy, you got caught! Haha!"

The man in black laughed wildly, and finally said complacently, "From now on, what kind of feeling does it feel to call your own son Junior Brother?"

Green out of blue, the man in black admired Wanqi Yuling in his heart. Back then, he thought he was the best in the world with his bones. After accepting his apprentice, he suffered wave after wave of strong blows.

These years he traveled far and wide, obsessed with martial arts, and also wanted to find a genius, but the result was naturally disappointing.

The darts were just a test. The man in black had already calculated his apprentice's routine. Before Wan Qi Yuling received the darts, the sword had already moved towards his left hand.

The next second, the man in black opened his mouth wide and jumped his feet angrily, "Stop hitting, stop hitting, how can you dance your sword with your left hand?"

It was rare to meet someone to compete with each other, and Wanqi Yuling was fighting heartily, and he couldn't stop if the master said no to fighting.

"Ah, do you want to kill the master?"

The man in black fell to the ground, threw the sword in one hand angrily, and took off his mask.

It turned out that Abbot Wukong, the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple, had a baby face. He was over sixty years old, but there were no wrinkles on his face. He looked younger than the miracle doctor Zhu.

This temperament, matched with his face, does not appear abrupt.

In an instant, the people in black seemed to have been immobilized, and they stood there dumbfounded, and a suspicious black object fell on the ground.

"kindness?"

Feeling that the top of his head was a bit cold, Abbot Wukong touched his head, then glanced at the wig on the ground, and twitched the corner of his mouth. When he pulled the wig just now, he pulled off the wig with great force.

"Oh, hehehe."

Abbot Wukong, who always used the image of a bad old man in the past, regretted his past, why didn't he wear a mask?

"How about it, this old man's tender skin is not bad, it is from Liu Qiao's hands, you should do your business well, save more money, and buy one when you get old."

Abbot Wukong picked up the wig, put it on his head, and concealed it from the dumbfounded guards.

Mo Yan is also confused, which face is real?Fortunately, the human skin mask is not a carrot or cabbage, otherwise the world would be in chaos.

"Boy Ling, Mingxi is a good seedling. Be an apprentice to Master and me, will it work?"

Wan Teng Yuling walked in front, and Abbot Wukong followed behind, relentlessly nagging, "If you say no, you are afraid that Mingxi will overtake you and make you as a father ashamed."

Little Baozi Mingxi is very sensible. Abbot Wukong’s biggest regret is that he was sent to a temple to become a monk since he was a child. His greatest ambition is to return to secular life, marry a wife and have children, and eat delicious food all over the world.

Just when he had this plan, his martial arts were so successful that his appearance remained in his teens.

Back then, the former abbot of Dabei Temple, who had passed away, fooled him. With his appearance, he was fine for a year or two, but after a long time among the people, he was easily burned to death as a monster.

Abbot Wukong believed it to be true, and after considering it, he made a series of demands. The boy kung fu he practiced couldn’t break his body, and he wanted to curse people. That’s not what the old abbot said when he was practicing the kung fu. It’s too deceitful!
(End of this chapter)