I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 298 The Undeniable Condition

"Princess, are you angry with me?"

"No!"

"Uh, I haven't provoked you since I arrived in Fengyuan, have I?"

"Humph!"

"It's weird, princess, you must have very few friends with your temper."

"you!"

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On the way to the Dafeng Palace, Wei Changtian tried a few times why Li Parasol Tree was angry, but the latter still maintained her character as a riddle man, and never gave himself a good face from the beginning to the end.

Good guy.

You are a princess in Dabong, but you are a hooker to me!

Wei Changtian was also not good at teasing, so he stopped asking after a few words of sarcasm.

The two of them stared at each other all the way until the carriage drove into the palace, and after getting off the carriage, they were led down to a garden by a young eunuch.

"Her Royal Highness, Mr. Wei, the Emperor and the University Scholars are discussing matters over there."

The little eunuch bowed and stopped, and Wei Changtian also turned his attention to the two people who were walking casually on the bluestone path not far away.

There is no doubt that the tall and thin one wearing a white embroidered dragon robe is designated as Dafeng Emperor, Li Qi.

"father!"

Instead of calling Li Qi "Father Emperor" as usual, Li Parasol Tree finally showed a smile on his face at this time, and after shouting, he picked up the corner of his skirt and ran towards the two.

"Hahaha, Tong'er."

Hearing this, the tall and thin man turned around with a happy expression on his face.

He first responded dotingly, and then looked cheerfully at Wei Changtian who was following behind.

"Young Master Wei, you have come a long way, and you have worked hard all the way."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, the boy is terrified."

Folding his hands up and down, and bowing in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, Wei Changtian raised his head and looked calmly at the Dafeng Emperor in front of him.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had seen a living emperor.

Even though Ning Yongnian and Ning Yongnian had fought in secret a few times before, they didn't really meet even at the Chunlong Poetry Club.

However, Wei Changtian has seen Ning Yongnian's portrait, and regardless of his "beauty", he can see that the latter is definitely the image of a healthy, dignified superior.

To be honest, Ning Yongnian's appearance met Wei Changtian's standard for an "emperor".

As for Li Qi in front of him.

To put it mildly, he is an approachable, gentle and refined Confucian gentleman.

To put it bluntly, it is the kind of coward who is indecisive and has no ambitions.

Of course, Wei Changtian, no matter in his past or present life, has long understood the truth of "you can't look at people by their appearance", so at this moment, he doesn't have any intention of belittling Li Qi.

After all, if he was really a coward, he would not take the initiative to provoke this national war.

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"Young Master Wei, this is Ye Guangyi, a senior scholar of our cabinet."

Also looked Wei Changtian up and down, Li Qi smiled and said: "Ye Aiqing likes your poems very much, I didn't hear that you were going to enter the palace, so she immediately came to discuss matters with me pretendingly, but in fact, she just wanted to see you."

"Your majesty, you are making fun of the old minister again."

There is no such strict distinction between monarchs and ministers. The old man with white hair and beard next to him gave Li Qi a helpless look, then arched his cupped hands at Wei Changtian and said, "Old man Ye Guangyi, I have heard the name of Mr. Wei for a long time, and I am sure he is a great talent after seeing him today." attitude."

Surname Ye!

This surname is very dangerous!

"Master Ye is full of praise."

Wei Changtian was very vigilant in his heart, and at the same time respectfully returned the salute.

I thought the two of them were just being polite, but who would have thought that the old man shook his head solemnly.

"No, the old man never speaks nonsense."

"A spring river flower moon night, a sentence of life from generation to generation is endless, the river moon is only similar year after year."

"It is never an exaggeration to praise a person who can make such a masterpiece through the ages."

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You old man is quite capable!

If you can talk, talk more!

Wei Changtian felt secretly refreshed, and there was another burst of polite words like "Master Ye is a shameful boy" on his lips.

But during the gag between the two of them back and forth, Wei Changtian also found that Li Qi was just standing beside him happily, with a smile on his face.

Good guy, is the king of a country so easy-going?

For a while, Wei Changtian couldn't help but make up an image of a smiling tiger who is "approachable on the surface, but cruel and ruthless on the inside".

And at this moment, "Smiling Tiger" Li Qi finally spoke again.

"OK OK."

"Ye Aiqing, anyway, Mr. Wei will live in Fengyuan for a while. If you really like Mr. Wei's talent, you can prepare some pots of good wine in the future and invite Mr. Wei to have a chat alone."

"Tong'er, accompany Ye Aiqing around, I want to have a private conversation with Young Master Wei."

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A few simple words finally put an end to Wei Changtian and Ye Guangyi's endless politeness.

The latter walked away from Li Parasol Tree very quickly, and Wei Changtian's expression gradually became serious.

Putting others away, Li Qi undoubtedly wanted to talk to himself about something serious.

I just don't know whether to test the Wei family's attitude towards "Fengning National War", or to tell myself what I want to do in Fengyuan, or to invite myself to "surrender".

Looking at Li Qi's slightly opened mouth, Wei Changtian's nerves were highly tense, and at the same time, he quickly recalled all kinds of situations that Chu Xianping had envisioned with him in his mind.

Then he heard Li Qi say slowly:

"Young Master Wei, what do you think of Tong'er?"

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"???"

the other side.

The breeze slid through a few small white petals, and the skirt of the plum Parasol Tree was blown with the fragrance of jasmine.

She glanced at the two figures, one black and one white, in the distance, and then whispered to Ye Guangyi who was beside her.

"Master Ye, what happened to that incident in the last month?"

"Ugh."

The relief on his face disappeared in an instant, Ye Guangyi sighed deeply: "There is still no progress, I have seen that monster a few times, but in the end there is still nothing to do with him."

"Is it?"

Although Li Parasol Tree had expected this answer, his expression was still a bit disappointed: "It's only two months left."

"Yes, but the princess need not worry too much."

Ye Guangyi comforted: "Since Mr. Wei can defeat Meng Shi with one move, he can also kill that monster."

"I hope so."

Li Parasol Tree whispered to himself: "I just don't know if he will make a move."

"The princess can rest assured about this matter."

Ye Guangyi smiled slightly: "The emperor will definitely give him a condition that he cannot refuse."

Conditions that cannot be refused.

Li Parasol Tree stopped by a small pool, looked at his shadowy reflection in the water, and suddenly had an idea in his heart without confidence.

Perhaps, he is not rare for such a condition.

Subconsciously looking at the figure who was walking side by side with his own father again, Li Parasol Tree suddenly turned his head and asked:

"Lord Ye, have you ever heard the poem that since ancient times, there has been a lot of love, and there has been nothing but hate, and the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up from?"

"Ok?"

Ye Guangyi was taken aback for a moment, then murmured this sentence several times, and finally the expression on his face became more excited, and his voice was no longer calm.

"Princess, who wrote this poem?!"

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Looking at Ye Guangyi, whose eyes are shining and looking like a treasure, Li Parasol Tree now of course knows that this poem is Wei Changtian's "original".

snort! He even lied to himself that he couldn't write poetry!

"Plop~"

Viciously kicking a small stone into the pool, he cursed softly as if talking to himself:

"A bastard did it!"

(end of this chapter)