Chapter 222 What can you learn

That’s it.

The emperor shook his head slightly, and then continued: "What book is printed? What is the content?" "

A book that dares to challenge traditional social structures and concepts, fights for dreams, and thus realizes the value of one's life."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't even raise her head, and a string of words came out one after another .

The emperor: "..."

So serious?

He thought that with her personality, she must have printed some small stories like vernacular books.

It was so serious.

The emperor had no interest in books at first, but after hearing what she said, he suddenly became interested.

He remembered that it was called something Wu something Tian, ​​right? He would pick up a copy to read someday, maybe he could learn something from it.

"By the way, Your Majesty," Jiang Zhiyu was afraid that he would continue to investigate, so he changed the subject: "I don't know what Lord Xing did wrong to make Your Majesty so angry."

"It's just a small matter." The emperor glanced at Xing Maozhi on the ground coldly: "Since Jiang Shidu Bachelor pleaded for you, then get up. I won't pursue it this time. If there is a next time..."

If he hadn't remembered Zhiyu's words in his heart that this guy was a loyal minister who followed him wholeheartedly and finally died as a warning, he would have dragged him down and chopped him off long ago.

"There won't be a next time, there won't be a next time. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your magnanimity and for sparing my life."

This time was enough to make him nervous, Xing Maozhi stood up tremblingly.

The emperor snorted. And that Fu Ping has become more and more lively these years. If he doesn't give him a good beating, he will probably crawl over his head.

He was just thinking about Fu Ping when Fu Ping came over with the palace maids carrying tea and snacks. Seeing that Xing Maozhi had also gotten up, Fu Ping was completely relieved.

He hurriedly came forward with a smile and placed the osmanthus cake he had specially selected in front of the emperor and Jiang Zhiyu.

"Your Majesty, Scholar Jiang, have a taste. This is the osmanthus cake that has just been steamed in the kitchen. It is fragrant, sweet, soft and delicious when you take a bite."

The emperor knew what he was thinking. After all, he was an old servant who had followed him for many years. He took a bite of the osmanthus cake and said, "I think the little eunuch named Chao En beside you is also smart. Bring him to serve you in the future."

The smile on Fuping's face froze, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it. Then he said naturally, "It is his blessing to be appreciated by Your Majesty. I will send someone to call him."

"It won't take a little while," the emperor waved his hand, "Look at the time, it's time to have dinner. Scholar Jiang, please accompany me to have dinner in the Yangxin Palace today."

The Yangxin Palace was where the emperor met his confidants.

As soon as these words came out, it was clear that Jiang Zhiyu was important to the emperor.

Fuping looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a different look in his eyes.

...

Inside the imperial prison, several jailers sat around the table, watching the prisoners in the cell and having fun.

"Do you think there's something wrong with this Mobei guy?" The jailer who spoke pointed at his head and laughed, "I've never seen anyone so stupid. There are heavy guards outside, and there are only three of them. How dare they rob the prison?"

"Who knows? A few people come in every other day. Now they're all in."

Another round of laughter came.

Immediately afterwards, someone started talking: "Come to think of it, General Jiang's move was really powerful. With just one move, Torre couldn't even stand up."

"Yeah, yes, it was too fast. I didn't see clearly what happened..."

"But, then again, since General Jiang has the ability to defeat the enemy with one move, why didn't he subdue Torre at the beginning, but instead used that sword move to fight Torre?... Moreover, Torre also said that it was the Mobei swordsmanship."

The second half of the sentence was much quieter than the previous voice.

After a moment of silence, someone laughed and retorted: "The general has been fighting with the Mobei people for many years, so it's not surprising that he has learned their moves. Besides, what do you believe in what Torre said? I also said that the moves Torre used are the moves of our Tianqi, do you believe it?"

Another round of laughter came, and everyone echoed. As for the true meaning hidden in the words, whether they believed it or not, only they themselves knew.

Torre's ears moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

Bol sneered: "It's come to this time, it's hard for you to still laugh."

What a waste, he at least let the Tianqi people be infected with a wave of epidemics, this waste can't even rob a prison, what else can he do! When

the two looked at each other, it was as if swords and knives flashed.

"If you hadn't been caught, how could we have fallen into such a passive situation?!"

Torre narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes gradually turned red.

The Mobei envoy thought to himself that it was not good, and hurriedly said: "Two princes, now is not the time to quarrel. Things have come to this point, we should work together to find a way out."

"Two princes?"

Another Bol walked out of the shadows and raised his eyebrows at the Mobei envoy: "What about me? What am I?"

After all, there are only two princes who appear in front of people all year round. He just said it casually and forgot the existence of the other one. He said in a panic: "Three, three princes."

Torre was too lazy to look at these two disgusting faces. He closed his eyes and turned his inner strength to listen to the conversation of the jailers.

Bol saw that his mania was suppressed, and he stopped talking. Just as the envoy from Mobei said, it would be of no benefit to make Torei sick here.

The topic of Jiang Wenjing was over.

Torei listened to the meaningless conversation of the jailers and felt drowsy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a steady sound of footsteps attracted his attention. The

conversation of the jailers also stopped abruptly. After a while, Torei heard the flattering voice of the jailer: "General Jiang."

Jiang Wenjing!

Jiang Wenjing was wearing a dark green silk crane fur coat, a phoenix belt around his waist, a slender figure, a dignified appearance, and a pair of cold eyes.

Jiang Wenjing was usually very friendly, but because of his cold expression at the moment, his handsomeness added a bit of coldness and hardness.

The jailer didn't dare to talk to him easily before he made a move.

Jiang Wenjing nodded to the jailer and then said, "Excuse me, I want to talk to Torre alone."

The jailers looked at each other, and saw doubt in each other's eyes. Then the jailer looked embarrassed and said hesitantly: "General, this is not appropriate. The Minister is not here. If something goes wrong, we will have no explanation."

Jiang Wenjing took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and put it on the table: "You divide it equally. It's just a few words. You just guard the door. If something goes wrong, I will take responsibility."

The bag of silver was very heavy. Even if they divided it equally, it was estimated that what each person got would be enough to cover the previous three years' salary.

What's more, he would still take responsibility if something went wrong!

The jailers looked at each other and nodded.

"General, please!"