Chapter 217: Shocked beyond words
The guards around him saw him fall to the ground and surrounded him with their guns pointed at him. Torre's mouth was oozing with blood. He looked up and saw that the Mobei envoy and another person had been captured at some point. When he saw his sight, the Mobei envoy opened his mouth.
Torre understood his lip shape and sneered. His irritable emotions were suppressed at this moment, and Torre's eyes flashed with clarity.
The two guards were about to take action to pin him down, but they heard him suddenly laugh in a low voice: "Hahahaha."
"Jiang Wenjing, you are so quick to take action, it's not because of what I just said, right?"
Jiang Wenjing's expression remained unchanged. The guards around him had different expressions. The first two guards who were about to pin him down stopped their hands in mid-air, not knowing whether they should take action or not.
Torre's eyes were full of malice, "Even if you are gifted and can really learn our Mobei moves on the battlefield, it will definitely not be these moves. These moves are unique to our Mobei. We learn them from childhood and then integrate them into other moves when we grow up. These moves of yours could never have been learned on the battlefield!"
His words were really heartbreaking when you think about it carefully.
A guard at the side could not help but scold: "What nonsense! Our general is very talented, it is nothing strange that he can understand your moves. I think you just know that the situation is hopeless and you can't save it, so you sent out such a speech to frame our general!"
Torre chuckled and looked at Jiang Wenjing without blinking: "Is it a frame-up or not? Your general is worried. "Zhong Zizhi knows it. Isn't there a saying in your Tianqi: When a man is about to die, his words are good? I am just reminding you kindly."
The guard wanted to argue with him, but Jiang Wenjing stopped him with his hand: "Don't pay attention to him, it's just a dying struggle."
He walked towards Torre. Torre raised the corner of his mouth, grabbed the spear and tried to stand up, but pulled the wound that was injured by the concussion, and he hissed in pain.
Jiang Wenjing stood beside him. Torre just said the word "you", but saw Jiang Wenjing directly swung the sword, and with a flash of cold light, he cut off the top of his spear.
Torre: "!!!"
He was startled, and then he was furious, his face was ashen: "What are you doing!"
Jiang Wenjing didn't say anything, and continued to swing his sword until he heard a buzzing sound, and then Jiang Wenjing whispered: "So it's here."
Torre was really shocked this time: "How do you know?!"
He thought Jiang Wenjing was humiliating him, but when he heard this, he suddenly realized that Jiang Wenjing had known it all along!
This is his way to save his life, and he has never mentioned it to anyone, even his confidants, who don't know.
How did Jiang Wenjing know? !
Jiang Wenjing was no less surprised than him. He snatched the spear from Torre and examined it carefully. The spear was smooth and there was nothing to be seen. Jiang Wenjing reached out to touch it and felt a small depression on the lower edge.
He pressed it down and the spear suddenly separated, revealing the dagger inside the spear.
Torre's face was tense and his eyes were filled with panic. He was clearly at a loss, but he still had to pretend to be calm.
Jiang Wenjing closed the spear again and handed it to the guard beside him: "Put it away carefully. There is a fatal poison on the blade. Don't mess with it lightly."
The guard agreed, and Torre's eyes dimmed immediately.
His eyes gradually widened, and he was filled with murderous intent, like a cornered beast, wishing he could rush forward and die with Jiang Wenjing.
Jiang Wenjing ignored his gaze and walked straight to the imperial prison. The guards followed him closely, holding the captured people.
Xing Maozhi in the imperial prison heard his voice and opened the prison door impatiently. When he saw the people held by the guards, he breathed a sigh of relief. While praising Jiang Wenjing for his promising young age, he ordered the guards to put them in the cell.
Jiang Wenjing declined Xing Maozhi's suggestion to invite him to rest, turned around and mounted his horse, and headed straight for the courtyard in the suburbs.
...
At the hour of Mao the next day, after the roll call of the Hanlin Academy, the scholar held the brush and paused above Jiang Zhiyu's name. He thought for a moment and put it down again.
The Hanlin scholar beside him saw him like this and couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Master, why don't you paint it?"
Although Jiang Zhiyu did have some background and might be able to work in the Hanlin Academy, who doesn't have a background? Even the
nephew of the Empress Dowager, when he first entered the Hanlin Academy, did not show up for the roll call because of his status, and the scholar also made a heavy stroke and did not show any leniency.
Why was Jiang Zhiyu spared when it was her turn?
"What do you know? How can the achievements made by Jiang Zhiyu be compared with those of the Empress Dowager's useless nephew?" The scholar frowned slightly: "What's more, when she was on duty in the Yu Study before, you don't know how the Emperor tolerated her?"
The Hanlin suddenly realized.
"Besides, she is a woman after all," the scholar looked at Hanlin and said comfortingly, "She won't be able to stay in the Hanlin Academy for long. The Queen Mother wanted to summon her before because the Second Prince proposed to marry her as a concubine. The Queen Mother wanted to see her and then arrange a marriage, but the Emperor stopped it."
"Women have to get married after all. The Emperor can stop it for a while, but not for the rest of his life, not to mention..."
The scholar looked around and saw no one around. He waved his hand. Hanlin walked over in confusion. The scholar leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, it seems that you also want to take her as a concubine."
Hiss.
Hanlin's eyes widened and he took a breath.
"I have only said this to you. If it gets out..."
"Master, don't worry! Even if you break my tendons and tear my bones, I will bite my teeth and swallow my words!"
The scholar nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, it's good that you have this heart. Treat her with respect in the future and don't argue. Just try your best to satisfy her whatever she wants."
The Hanlin leaned over: "My disciple, remember this." At
noon, Jiang Zhiyu slowly entered the Hanlin Academy.
There were three boxes of things behind the carriage. After saying hello to her colleagues, Jiang Zhiyu went straight to the printing yard.
Her momentum was so great that the Hanlins were idle. One by one, they surrounded her under the banner of helping her, wanting to see what she was going to do.
Jiang Zhiyu put the things away, called the people in charge of printing, taught them the method of movable type printing, and told them to keep the things properly after printing so that they could be used elsewhere. The onlookers were stunned.
If this movable type printing method could be widely used, it would be a good way to save time and labor, benefit the country and the people, and seek welfare for the people!
Jiang Zhiyu was teaching them, and when the real thing came out, the Hanlins were shocked beyond words.
So fast, so convenient!
The way they looked at Jiang Zhiyu changed.