The concubine is so charming

Chapter 37 Dig a pit and bury some soil

Seeing Su Yao stop suddenly, Mu Qingchen looked over suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Su Yao raised his eyes, the rolling eyes were full of bright smiles, and the slightly raised eye ends were even more pleasant: "Qing Chen, I have helped you so much, should you also help me?"

Mu Qingchen couldn't think of anything she could do to help Su Yao: "What can I do?" He is now a soft-spoken person, and he has become a laughing stock in the Tai Academy, and what he can do is too limited.

"Since I opened my mouth, you can help me." Su Yao walked to the back of the table, spread a new piece of white paper, took a large brush, dipped it in ink, and took a deep breath. , Slightly turn the pen with the wrist to walk away.

Scholars - set up a heart for the world, a life for the people, a sage for the past, and a peace for all ages!

After finishing writing, Su Yao gently dried the ink, and the joy in his eyes almost overflowed: "Come on, second brother, practice calligraphy well, the teacher who will teach you tomorrow will check your practice results, right?"

"...Yes." Looking at Su Yao's small face, Mu Qingchen couldn't help but slander in her heart: Every time she has bad intentions, she always calls her second brother, and she suddenly smiles so nicely, this idea must be bad!
On the way here, he has seen Su Yao's ability to deceive people invisible while talking and laughing.

It has to be said that Mu Qingchen has a fierce temper, like a wolf cub, and his intuition is also extremely keen.

"That's good." Su Yao pressed Mu Qingchen on the table, "Come on, let me tell you the meaning of these few sentences first, and then you write down accordingly."

After teaching Mu Qingchen, Su Yao blinked her eyes, and immediately changed into a worried and depressed look. When she left the gate of Rong'anju, she even shed tears, which made Yufu very worried.

Back at Lan Cuixuan, Su Yao washed up and slept peacefully, just waiting for things to ferment tomorrow.

The next day, Mu Qingchen once again became the focus of everyone's attention in the Imperial College, but this time, everyone looked at him thoughtfully, not with the contempt before.

The teacher standing beside him looked at the crooked words on the paper, and the more he looked at them, the more he couldn't help shaking his head in admiration: "Build a heart for the world, build a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations... Mu Young Master, I don’t know who wrote these few words?”

Mu Qingchen didn't understand why this teacher, who had always had a cold face in the past, suddenly became so excited, and even his eyes turned slightly red. He replied according to Su Yao's instructions last night:
"My sister came to see me yesterday. The two of us thought of Rongcheng's parents. I happened to be practicing calligraphy. My sister thought about it and wrote down this sentence, saying that I would copy it."

"Then where is the manuscript left by your sister?"

"On the table in my quarters."

"Well, you continue to practice."

Mu Qingchen was a little confused, so after finally coming back to Anfuju after school, the manuscript left by Su Yao on the table had disappeared without a trace.

After searching for a while to no avail, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. Judging by Su Yao's performance yesterday, he was clearly plotting something. Is this sentence worthy of so much attention?

He sat by the table for a while, and he couldn't help feeling worried: Now they are alone and helpless, if something happens, who can come to rescue Su Yao?

Realizing what she was thinking, Mu Qingchen stood up like a cat whose tail had been trampled on: How could he be worried about that Su Yao, she almost strangled herself to death last time, she deserved it...

Mu Qingchen thought so indignantly in her heart, but after a quarter of an hour, she couldn't help but let Jifu go to Lan Cuixuan to tell Su Yao about the lost manuscript.

At this time, the blank paper written by Su Yao had been sent to the emperor.

Emperor Jing'an looked gloomy for a while, then stretched out his fingers and rapped heavily on the table: "Build a heart for the world, build a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and bring peace to all generations...to make peace for all generations...good An ambitious Rongwang Mansion! I am still here, and he is thinking about how to bring peace to all generations! Ambitious wolf! Rebel and traitor!"

The head servant came in cautiously: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here."

"Let the Prime Minister come in."

Chu Feiyan walked in, touched his chest with both hands, bent down and saluted respectfully: "I see the emperor."

"Aiqing, come and have a look at this."

The head servant held the white paper on the emperor's case and sent it to Chu Feiyan, then retreated to the side while holding his breath.

The handwriting on the white paper is not neat regular script, but between regular script and cursive script. It is not as strict as regular script, but it has a sharp and elegant color, although it is not as graceful as a bird, as graceful as a dragon. situation, but it also makes people involuntarily feel amazed.

"Set up a heart for heaven and earth..."

Chu Feiyan murmured twice softly, his eyes, which had always been light, couldn't help but darken a lot: "Your Majesty, I don't know who wrote these words?"

"Chu Aiqing, what kind of impact do you think this sentence will have if it is spread?" The emperor did not answer, but instead asked in a calm voice.

"Although this sentence is short, it is enough to become a shocking sound! If students all over the world hear it, they will definitely regard it as a standard, and study it from time to time as a warning. It can even be said that with this sentence, students all over the world will be able to establish themselves in the world. The heart is enough to influence future generations for a hundred years."

"That's right!" The emperor's expression became more gloomy, and there was even a trace of uncontrollable rage, "This sentence comes from the Rong Palace!"

"Prince Rong's Mansion?" Chu Feiyan lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the white paper in his hand again, "Although the handwriting is very sharp, but the turning of the pen can tell that the wrist strength is a little weak, it should be written by a woman , Could it be...was Mu Ninghua, the daughter-in-law of the Mu family, who wrote it?"

"Yes, it's her."

"Your Majesty, should I call Mu Ninghua over to inquire, so as to confirm whether the words came from the Rong Palace, maybe she heard it from somewhere else."

"If someone could make such a shocking statement, it would have been spread to everyone in the world. How could there be no news from the court? And when Mu Qingchen was asked, he said these words because the two of them thought of it. I only wrote it down after talking about King Rong and Princess Rong who are far away in Rongcheng, so it can be asserted that these words must have come from the Palace of Rong Wang!"

The emperor was full of anger. At the beginning, when the first emperor was around, he was particularly partial to King Rong, and even wanted to pass on the throne to him. Fortunately, the queen mother was a hindrance to him. In addition, he was full of wings and won the support of the courtiers. The throne was not left behind.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, King Rong still did not give up. On the surface, he was respectful to her, but secretly he wanted to bring peace to the people!

"Chu Aiqing, how is the disaster relief in Rongcheng going?"

Chu Feiyan raised his eyes: "Reporting to the emperor, with His Royal Highness Ning Wang watching, it should be no problem."

"King Ning is practical in his work. However, after all, it is King Rong's fiefdom, and King Rong should be the main one. The court's money and food are not abundant. Send a letter to King Ning and let him know."

Chu Feiyan saluted respectfully, his eyes were warm and clear, as if he didn't understand how many innocent people would suffer from this oral order: "Yes, I will let someone convey it immediately."

(End of this chapter)