Happy Little Scholar

Li Yi didn't expect that Bai Su, who was only half a woman, would actually care about her figure, and generously told her the secret recipe of breast enlargement soup.

There is no need to worry that the poor effect will make her even more angry. After all, this has been verified by Mingzhu herself. Bai Su is not even as good as the previous Mingzhu, so the effect will definitely be more significant.

No matter how stingy this woman is, she won't stab him with a dart after drinking his soup, right?

Shouning's foot was indeed sprained, but it wasn't too serious. Ruyi looked at it and massaged her muscles to relax her muscles and activate blood circulation for a while, telling her that as long as she had a good rest, she would be healed in three to five days.

Who would have thought that after Ruyi warned her for a while, she couldn't help but get out of bed. As a result, she stumbled at the door and the pain became even more serious.

Injury after injury, this time it won't be a matter of three or five days. It will take at least a month of bed rest to ensure that the recovery is exactly the same as before the injury, without leaving any consequences.

As her injuries worsened, she seemed to be happier. When Li Yi walked out of her room, he actually heard her humming a tune...

…

Yang Fu had already taken a shower and used a lot of soap, and there was no longer any odor on his body.

There was no guard in the room, which made him feel more at ease. He was scared when he saw the guard now.

Prime Minister Wang stood in the hall, with a brown stain on his body and a foul smell.

The smell made Yang Fu want to vomit, but he couldn't vomit because it was from the Prime Minister who picked him up after he became incontinent.

He still hasn't recovered from what happened today.

He almost died, when the man handed him the windmill and when the guard put the knife on his neck, he almost died!

He wiped his neck. There was a blood stain on it, and it felt a little painful. If the knife had been sharper, his head--his head would no longer be on his head.

Okay, okay, everything is over.

That man, that man actually let those two traitors kill him. When the Queen comes back, he must tell the Queen about this!

"Your Highness." The old man named Wang took a few steps forward and spoke slowly, regardless of the stench on his body.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister..." Yang Fu looked up at him. For some reason, although the Prime Minister was very calm at this time, he felt that the Prime Minister at this time was very scary, very scary...

Prime Minister Wang walked to Yang Fu, sat down slowly, and asked, "Does your Highness still remember the way of the emperor that the old minister taught you?"

"Remember, I remember it all!" Yang Fu was overjoyed and said immediately: "As an emperor, one person is the sky, the power is in control, the situation is judged, things are put to their best use, people are put to their best use, the heart is broad enough to accommodate the world, the mind is broad enough to accommodate all rivers... "

"To be an emperor, you don't need to be knowledgeable. You may not necessarily be able to write good poems and lyrics, or you may not be able to write beautiful articles, but you must have the spirit of an emperor..."

He was secretly thankful that he had memorized this section. Who knew that Prime Minister Wang would actually think of taking an exam for him at this time?

The old man nodded and asked: "Does your Highness know what the spirit of an emperor is?"

Yang Fu was stunned, then shook his head and said: "This..., the Prime Minister didn't teach me."

The old man thought for a while, sighed, and said slowly: "I have indeed never taught you, but Your Highness must remember that there are some things that you don't need to teach when you are born..."

"How can I do this if you don't teach me..." Yang Fu muttered to himself, but with a teachable expression on his face, he said, "Yang Fu must follow the Prime Minister's teachings and learn the way of a king..."

The old man shook his head and said: "Your Highness will never have to learn these things again..."

"Really?" Yang Fu raised his eyebrows and was overjoyed. The way of the emperor was so convoluted that it was quite difficult for him to memorize it. It would be great if he could not learn it in the future.

"Your Highness no longer has to complete your daily homework. You can do whatever you want to do..."

The old man waved his hand, turned and left without looking at Yang Fu again.

Yang Fu was still standing there in a daze. From now on, he doesn't have to learn anything anymore, he can just play whatever he wants?

This was originally a happy thing, but why did he feel chilled?

…

Yang Liuqing walked into the courtyard quickly and asked hurriedly: "Are the Prime Minister and Yang Fu okay?"

She just heard that Prime Minister Wang and Yang Fu were assassinated outside today, so she hurried back.

Wei Liang, who was waiting here, immediately said: "Go back to Your Highness, the Prime Minister and Prince Jing are fine..."

Yang Liuqing asked: "Where are they?"

"Prince Jing is in the room." Wei Liang said, and then added: "The Prime Minister is also in the room. The Prime Minister said that if His Highness comes back, please go see him first."

Yang Liuqing nodded and walked quickly to a yard.

She knocked on the door, and a hoarse voice came from within the room for a long time.

"come in."

Yang Liuqing pushed the door open and walked in. Prime Minister Wang stood in the room, wearing official uniform and a high crown. He knelt down facing her and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry for the late emperor and your highness!"

Yang Liuqing was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward, helped him up, and said, "Yang Fu is not injured, Prime Minister, there is no need to blame himself..."

"The assassination that the old minister is referring to is not today's assassination." The old man surnamed Wang shook his head and said: "Before the death of the late emperor, he entrusted Prince Jing to the old minister, hoping that the old minister could bring order to the chaos and support Prince Jing as the emperor. But the old minister is afraid that It is impossible to fulfill the late emperor’s last wish..."

Yang Liuqing's face turned pale, she looked at him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Prime Minister, what does Prime Minister mean?"

The old man looked at her and asked: "Your Highness, do you know what happened today?"

Yang Liuqing shook her head.

"The little princess saved him!"

"If it weren't for the little princess of Jingguo, how could Prince Jing be alive at this time?" The old man surnamed Wang closed his eyes and said in a sad voice: "But what is he doing? He wants to exchange his life for the life of his savior... Such a ruthless and unrighteous person, worse than a beast, what qualifications does he have to sit in that position?"

He knelt on the ground again, tears streaming down his face, and hoarsely said: "I am sorry for the trust of the late emperor. I didn't teach him well..."

Yang Liuqing stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

The father and eldest brother were killed, and the mother was forced to commit suicide. They fled all the way, gathered forces, and gradually fought back..., with only one goal.

To attack the Emperor Wu who killed his brother and father, and to support the late emperor's legitimate son Prince Jing as the emperor.

Giving up Prince Jing means giving up themselves. Without this reason, they are traitors and conspirators...

Whether Prince Jing becomes the emperor or not is very different to them.

However, as Prime Minister Wang said, Yang Fu------he is not worthy of being an emperor.

"That's good..."

After a long silence, she finally showed a relieved smile on her face, helped Prime Minister Wang up, and said: "Let General Wei and General Chen dismiss those soldiers, and let them divide the remaining money..."

"This old minister has always made a mistake, and in fact, Your Highness has also made this mistake." The old man shook his head and said: "Prince Jing is just Prince Jing. Except for himself, he can't represent anyone, not many soldiers, and can't represent the world."

Yang Liuqing was stunned and looked at him.

The old man knelt on the ground again, bowed three times to Yang Liuqing, and when he raised his head, his expression was solemn, and he said loudly: "This old minister begs Your Highness to fight against the traitors for the last wish of the late emperor and for the people of Wu State------to ascend the throne as emperor!"