"Mo Zhaoxue, how is she now?"

Lin Che asked casually.

"She doesn't dare to go out now!"

Immediately, everyone around started talking at once, gritting their teeth.

Among them, Wen Wuyang is the one who knows more and her voice is the loudest.

"Lin Che, you don't know that Mo Zhaoxue was ordered by the great scholar to return home and reflect on her actions. She still refused to accept it, so my grandfather personally led three thousand soldiers and surrounded her Tiangong Mansion."

Wen Hong next to him didn't answer either, but just drank with a sigh.

It seems that he doesn't care how the outside world views him.

"Not long after my grandfather arrived outside the Tiangong Mansion, the patrol arrived. It was a truly impenetrable scene. The Tiangong Mansion was so frightened that they activated their Mohist mechanical devices, fearing an invasion."

"They even went to beg His Majesty. Guess what His Majesty said?"

Wen Wuyang looked at Lin Che with a smile, waiting for Lin Che's answer.

Lin Che was still thinking when Sheng Huainan from the second table responded loudly:

"Your Majesty is wise and has issued an edict to reprimand the Tiangong Mansion and punish Mo Zhaoxue. She deserves it. Humph, what a pity that the academy has been implicated as well."

Wen Wuyang was waiting to show off, but Sheng Huainan beat him to it. He couldn't help but give Sheng Huainan a cold look.

Why is this person so annoying?

Sheng Huainan leaned back slightly, shaking his head secretly: "My damn charm, even Wen Wuyang has a crush on me? She was secretly looking at me, and I caught her. Alas, she probably can't forget me."

I really am so attractive to the opposite sex wherever I go.

Over there, Wen Wuyang had no idea what Sheng Huainan was thinking, so she continued:

"Her Majesty has heard the entire incident and has personally reviewed the two war poems. She has issued an imperial decree to reprimand the Tiangong Mansion. As for any punishment, we will have to wait until Mo Zhidong returns from his flood control work to determine."

"One of your two war poems was left in the palace. Only one is still in our house."

"There's another thing. The Zhenguo Mansion heard about it and shamelessly tried to take the war poem away. My grandfather scolded them for it."

"Mo Zhaoxue is on the verge of a mental breakdown, and the righteous spirit in his body is about to dissipate at any moment."

Lin Che raised his eyebrows, secretly feeling relieved.

But why does the righteous spirit seem to be about to dissipate at any time, rather than having already dissipated?

"Alas, what a pity—"

"Um??"

Lin Che suddenly realized that everyone was watching.

"I mean, it's a shame to lose two war poems. I also thought it was possible to upgrade to crimson. What a shame."

At this time, Wen Hong spoke up and said in a deep voice:

"Well, today is your big day. Let's not talk about these unhappy things. Anyway, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, just come to me directly. I will lead my troops to tear his mouth apart!"

Wen Hong still knew his limits. Wen Wuyang could talk about it here, even though everyone already knew about it. But saying it in public was another matter.

Wen Hong simply protected Lin Che in public, which was also a warning to others: since they were guests today, they should not say anything more once they left the room.

Of course.

Even if Wen Hong didn't say anything, these people wouldn't say anything after they left. After all, Lin Che was the emperor's most trusted confidant, so who would mess with him for no reason?

After that, Lin Che didn't talk about this topic anymore and continued to eat and drink with the guests.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the group of guests left one after another.

Lin Che drank a lot of alcohol, but given his physical condition, the alcohol had little effect on him.

Finally, Wen Hong was about to leave, and Lin Che quickly said:

"Old General, please stay. I have one more thing I want to ask you."

Wen Hong's face flushed with alcohol, and he reeked of it. He glanced at Wen Wuyang, who needed the support of two maids, and nodded.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"Please come inside, old general."

Lin Che invited Wen Hong into the house, closed the door, and started to dig.

Wen Hong's face was filled with shock: "You, what are you doing?"

"Old General, I have a treasure here. Do you know what it is?"

Before Wen Hong could misunderstand, Lin Che took out the strange bottle that looked like a grenade.

There is still a lingering glow above.

"Huh? This is the Dragon Swallowing Jade Pot."

Wen Hong sobered up immediately and reached out to take it and examine it carefully in shock.

Lin Che was completely sober because the name of this treasure was a bit inappropriate.

Also swallowed the Dragon Jade Pot.

Why not call it a closed purse or a white jade tiger?

"Old General, you are indeed very knowledgeable. What is this? What's inside it?"

Wen Hong took the treasure and looked at it carefully, shook it a few times, and nodded:

"This is a true treasure. The Dragon-Swallowing Jade Pot is usually only used to hold one thing. That is Nightmare Blood."

"This blood is magical. Just one drop is enough to refine a warrior's telekinesis—you can think of it as mental strength. You'll understand once you reach the Object Control Realm."

Wen Hong began to talk about it like a treasure:

"In our military, a truly strong army will develop a military spirit. With this military spirit, they will be invincible. No demon or monster can get close to them."

"This military spirit is actually the willpower born from a strong army. You've probably heard that a defeat is like a mountain collapsing. Often, when the commander dies in battle, the soldiers will disperse. However, once the military spirit is born, no matter who dies, the remaining soldiers will flee and fight even harder. Fight to the bitter end!"

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