I Become A Saint By Studying

"Uh……"

Dean Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head: "The prince and my granddaughter are destined by fate!"

"My son-in-law is a stubborn person, stubborn, what can he do?"

"So this matter, I have the final say!"

"Lin Yunhong, what do you think?"

Lin Yunhong smiled, looked at Dean Qingshan and said: "If it was in the past, I wouldn't have to think about it. A daughter of a medical family from various schools of thought would be a worthy match for the Princess of Dayan."

"But now..."

"Ha ha!"

"Let's not interfere with young people's affairs. The old dean said that they are destined, so let's let nature take its course!"

Lin Yunhong returned the envelope proposing marriage with a smile on his face.

"Uh!"

Dean Qingshan looked astonished, and said: "Lin Yunhong, please read carefully the intentional dowry I wrote..."

"Ha ha!"

Lin Yunhong shook his head and said with a smile: "Qingshan Academy has a profound history and has trained many talents for Dayan and Holy Academy. It should not be merged into Taishan Academy."

"The imperial court has a servant and a minister."

"Academies also have grades. If Qingshan Academy is an elementary school, then Taishan Academy is a university... Is this correct?"

Dean Qingshan was stunned, his face flushed slightly: "Why is my Qingshan Academy small? I admit that Taishan Academy is big, but Qingshan Academy must at least be one of the best!"

Lin Yunhong nodded and said: "It can also be a middle school, but in the final analysis, Taishan Academy must be the highest school in Dayan or even Shengwen Continent. There is nothing wrong with that, right?"

Dean Qingshan was silent.

Thinking of the current decline of the Holy Academy, even the Holy Son went to Taishan Academy to study, and his own doctor from Qingshan Academy ran to make a familiar face...

It seems that unconsciously, this Taishan Academy, which was born out of thin air, really seems to be standing at the pinnacle of literature.

Mingfu poems and articles are as simple as eating and drinking.

Zhenguo's poems and articles are also at your fingertips.

Dean Qingshan took a deep breath, nodded and said, "That's right!"

Lin Yunhong smiled and said: "So... Even if your granddaughter is not the princess, you Qingshan Academy can still stand in Taishan Academy, stand on the side of the court, and the prince and I will treat you as our own family!"

As he spoke, he patted the back of Dean Qingshan's hand.

"This……"

Dean Qingshan froze for a moment, it sounded quite reasonable.

But then he stared sharply and said, "No, Lin Yunhong, you don't think that I betrothed my granddaughter to Lin Yi to send Qingshan Academy out?"

"Is not it?"

Lin Yunhong stared at Dean Qingshan seriously, and said, "After all, resources can be shared..."

"..."

Dean Qingshan was silent again.

Lin Yunhong smiled and said: "Old Dean, don't be discouraged, let the young people go about this matter by themselves, if there is a real destiny, they can't escape!"

"Fine!"

Dean Qingshan gave a wry smile, sure enough, if he missed this village sometimes, there would be no such shop.

Afterwards, Dean Qingshan didn't need to stay, so he got up and left.

...

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the day of King Zhenbei's birthday is getting closer and closer.

And at this time.

In the Beijing King's Mansion, there are spies reporting the situation to King Zhenbei.

"My lord, some unusual things have happened in the northern border..." the spies said.

"What's unusual?"

King Zhenbei took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and then spit it into the spit pot held by the servant girl, his eyes fell on the spy.

"Back to the lord, there are weekly newspapers in various parts of the northern border, which say Dayan Weekly, and the content they publish is also very embarrassing!" The spy said seriously.

"Let me take a look!" King Zhenbei said.

The spy took out several weekly reports and handed them to King Zhenbei.

The king of Zhenbei read the weekly newspaper with a few points, raised his eyebrows slightly, and flicked his fingers, the weekly newspaper was turned into ashes.

"Not bad, I know I'm a little wary of this king!"

King Zhenbei raised his mouth slightly, shook his head and laughed and said, "However, don't use this little trick to make a fool of yourself..."

"Come on!"

As King Zhenbei spoke, some soldiers quickly entered the hall.

King Zhenbei said indifferently: "Find it out and kill it!"

"Yes!"

The soldier knew exactly what King Zhenbei was looking for, and after receiving the order, he bowed and retreated.

"My lord, this Prince Dayan seems to be particularly good at attacking the mind. Those Huwei Qianhu and Baihu adults who were sent to the capital...how to deal with it?"

The spies looked at King Zhenbei with some concern.

"It's a good thing to be good at attacking the mind, but the imperial court has nothing that can impress the tiger guards, and these are in the hands of this king and the Sun family!"

King Zhenbei was calm and composed, with a faint smile on his face.

The spy nodded, and then said: "My lord, your birthday is coming soon. Many families of Dayan have already set off and are going to come to celebrate your birthday!"

"Hahaha, good news!"

King Zhenbei couldn't help laughing, and said, "You step back!"

"My lord, there is one more thing..." The spy looked at King Zhenbei, hesitant to speak.

King Zhenbei frowned and said, "What?"

"About Changping..."

boom!

Before the spies finished speaking, King Zhenbei stomped his feet lightly, and the spies vomited blood and flew out backwards.

King Zhenbei said with a gloomy face: "No one is allowed to mention these two words in front of this king!"

"Yes Yes!"

The spy was only injured, nodded repeatedly, his face was pale, and his expression was full of fear.

"get out!"

The spy rubbed his chest, stumbled and walked away quickly.

boom!

King Zhenbei slapped the table and murmured in a low voice: "Changping..."

His eyes gradually darkened.

This is his Achilles' heel, and it is also a stain that will never get rid of him for the rest of his life.

...

After a few days.

Taishan Academy.

Military Academy.

"Hey!"

Liu Shouren, who seemed to be the old Dage of all the soldiers, put down his military book and sighed softly.

Wu Renyao and the others looked at Liu Shouren, as if they knew what he was sighing, and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey..."

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

boom!

At this time, Wu Renteng, who looked ordinary, stood up straight away, slapped the table and said, "Why are you sighing, don't you just want to leave? Then I won't go back!"

"It's easy to say, if you don't go back and try it, the king of Zhenbei will deal with our family first!"

"The child is in the north with his mother-in-law, and won't go back? Who the hell is going to do it?"

"If I had known earlier, I would have brought my mother, child, and father and mother with me..."

All the soldiers looked dejected.

at this time.

A soldier said: "His Royal Highness has come!"

Swish!

All the soldiers quickly put away their emotions, sat at the desks one after another, picked up pens and ink, and began to write in style.

Although it is a ghost painting...

After Lin Yi entered the academy hall of the Military Academy, he looked at Liu Shouren and the others, and said, "It was quite noisy just now, why did it suddenly quiet down?"

"..."

All the soldiers froze for a moment, feeling ashamed.

Lin Yi took out a stack of books from Yuanshen Najie, and said straight to the point: "This is the last two chapters of "Sun Tzu's Art of War."

"The combat chapter and the attack chapter respectively are about the war mobilization after the temple calculation, and how to use resourcefulness to defeat the enemy without fighting. They are all very essence content. If you have a good Insight, it will be of great benefit to you. Use it The scenes are not just war."

The voice fell.

With a wave of Lin Yi's hand, these books, blessed by the talents of heaven and earth, landed on the desks of the soldiers.

Everyone's eyes are shining.

But immediately... their expressions darkened.

Because they are about to leave soon, these two articles are like people lying on the bed, you can read them, and you don't have time to go...