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Pei Ye frowned and straightened his sitting posture.

He clearly remembered that Xu Chuo told him when they first met that the person behind this incident was Prince Yan's Mansion.

"The roots of King Yan in Shenjing are very deep and wide. When I found that the tip of this spear was pointing towards you too resolutely, I knew that the power of Prince Yan's house must be behind it." Xu Chuo washed the tea set and raised his hand gently to signal him Follow the procedure she just followed, "But to be honest, I didn't see them."

Pei Ye listened carefully and dug out tea leaves in his hands.

"Nanya is a strange place to me, and my power there is very weak. I don't know who Prince Yan's Mansion used to carry out this murderous plot."

Pei Ye nodded slowly.

"But this also means where his roots are. Because of this, I want to find out some of their roots and vines, and cut off the one that attacks you." Xu Chuo said.

Pei Ye frowned and tilted his head, and said with some hesitation: "Master, isn't Nanya an office of hundreds of officials? You are a prime minister, so why are you a stranger?"

"Old friend Huang Tu, today is not yesterday." Xu Chuo pointed at the tea needle to indicate that he missed the step of washing the tea, "But the 'Three Divisions' were not established again."

"What?"

"The third division investigating the incident where Huang Ren lost control was not approved by Nanya, so only Dali Temple is investigating the matter." Xu Chuo said, "This kind of self-examination should be quick. Whoever handled the case of Huang Ren will be imprisoned." Who arranged it, why it happened to be arranged opposite you, and what happened with the omissions on the seal should be recorded, but two days have passed and the case seems to be stuck at a certain link. "

"What's the meaning?"

"The Immortal Terrace passed Qi to Dali Temple that day. The assassination of Meng Li by Huang Ren was inevitably related to Huansilou and other forces. I asked them to send news after they made progress. But I sent a letter yesterday to ask, but there has been no reply so far."

".Is there any way to cover up or silence?" Pei Ye seemed to smell a familiar smell again.

Xu Chuo shook his head: "In Shenjing, what blocks the road is often not the case itself, but the power."

"I brought a wild goose sign for you. Tomorrow you can go to inquire on behalf of Xianrentai." Xu Chuo put a brand-new wild goose sign in front of him, "Of course, the schoolwork here is also heavy. If you don't If you want to be distracted, you can ignore this matter. Within two months, I will root out the person who did it. "

"Of course I'll go." Pei Ye blurted out.

The light of the pearl shone on the cold iron, and Pei Ye pressed the sign: "King Yan, this is my business."

"Okay, then if there is any involvement in the future, I will still inform you." Xu Chuo said quietly.

Pei Ye finally made a pot of tea and put it into two teacups. Xu Chuo didn't have any entrance. He held it in his hand and looked out the window. He said softly: "Prince Yan's Mansion is not only Prince Yan's Mansion, it is also a teacup." In Shenjing, a shadow spreads, and with this shadow, I am always a little constrained in doing things. "

Pei Ye hesitated for a moment. He remembered that Qi Zhaohua had not told him the reason for the high status of the woman in front of him, but he did not want to put the question in his heart: "Master, what do you rely on? Doesn't King Yan dare to do something to you?" ?"

"Who says you dare not."

".ah?"

Xu Chuo glanced at him and rolled up his sleeves - a hideous scar four to five inches long fell on the inside of his forearm.

Pei Ye was stunned, and Xu Chuo dropped his sleeves to cover his face: "In the third month after I published "The Broken Hero", I encountered an assassination that is still unsolved to this day. At that time, the blade was even more accurate, and the wound was opened on It's on my neck."

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"But it will be difficult for this kind of thing to happen later." Xu Chuo drank the cup of clear tea and smiled, "As for my reliance, we are still unfamiliar with each other now, so it is hard to talk about it. When will I become Shaoxia Pei?" Friends who depend on each other for life and death, let’s talk about it.”

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Even with such a joke, the woman looked plain and upright. The carriage and horses stopped at this time, Xu Chuo lifted the curtain and got out of the car. This time, no lady followed him. She turned around and pointed: "Take that square box. "

It was a bookcase that was placed next to the woman when she got in the car. There were three or four books in it. Pei Ye got in and out of the car, and Xu Chuo had already put on his gray robe and walked towards the door.

At this time, Pei Ye realized that although the Imperial Academy was adjacent to the Sword Xiuyuan, the doors were not on the same street. They had come in a big circle.

This should be the case. There are 3,000 students in the Imperial College, with different family backgrounds and different disciplines. Most of them are scholars who live far away from the world. It is actually noisy, and the Sword Xiuyuan does not want to be disturbed.

It was a time when the sun was shining brightly, and the scholars in the academy were carrying books and catching up with their afternoon homework. The scenery here was much richer, more elegant, and broader than that of the Sword Xiu Academy. Xu Chuo took the young man deep into the ground among the yellow leaves. Go.

"Reading is actually much simpler than practicing swordsmanship. First, prepare two primary school books at hand, and then read the classics. If you don't do academic work, reading through it is enough." Xu Chuo walked in front and said seriously, "As for When learning poetry and writing lyrics, you must first learn to be a foundation. What you will do later depends on your talent and experience in life. "

"oh"

"It just so happens that we are talking about "The Analects of Confucius" recently. I brought a copy for you. You can listen in a moment." Xu Chuo raised his finger and pointed to the book box, "You should have read this book?"

"without."

Xu Chuo was slightly curious: "But the cat said you had read some books. Isn't it The Analects of Confucius? Could it be The Poems?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment: "You wrote the national newspaper."

"oh."

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Xu Chuo did not say anything more. The two of them arrived at a place with thick shade. It was not as elegant and magnificent as the main courtyard, but it was quite large. There was a fresh air among the green pines and hard cypresses. Pei Ye raised his head. On the weathered jade archway were three simple characters: [Four Schools].

"Master. Are you also studying here?"

"I teach "Li" and "Spring and Autumn", and sometimes I also talk about other things."

".Oh!" Pei Ye was in awe.

As they talked, they came to a wide room. Pei Ye stepped forward to help the woman open the door, and then he was surprised - first of all, he had never seen such a large school, and secondly, there were three or four hundred people in attendance.

Xu Chuo took the bookcase from his hand, handed him a copy of the Analects, and gestured to the back: "Let's talk after the class. Find a place to sit first."

Pei Ye looked back and saw that there were only a few empty seats left.

He suddenly saw a few familiar faces, the same ones he had seen in Xiuwen Hall that day, and almost everyone looked at the woman who was walking to the stage with seriousness and respect.

Pei Ye walked to the back row very lightly, chose a seat and sat down upright, the people next to him looked at him, and even the people in the front row turned back curiously, turning their brushes in their hands.

Pei Ye's first impression was that the people here were indeed much more enthusiastic, and he nodded and smiled at each look he received. There was paper and pen on the table, and Pei Ye spread out the Analects of Confucius uprightly, and thus began his first class in the Imperial College.