The guards around him saw him fall to the ground and surrounded him with their spears around him. Blood was oozing from the corners of Torre's mouth. He looked up and saw that the Mobei envoy and another person had been captured at some point. When the Mobei envoy saw his gaze, he opened his mouth.
Torre understood his lip movements and sneered. His irritable mood was suppressed at this moment, and a trace of clarity flashed in Torre's eyes.
The two guards were about to suppress him when they heard him suddenly laugh softly: "Hahahaha."
"Jiang Wenjing, you're so quick to act, isn't it because of what I just said?"
Jiang Wenjing's expression remained unchanged, while the guards around him all had different expressions. The two guards who were about to suppress him stopped in mid-air, not knowing whether they should take action or not.
Torre's eyes were filled with malice. "Even if you are gifted and can really learn our Mobei moves on the battlefield, they will definitely not be these few moves. These few moves are unique to our Mobei. We learn them from childhood and then integrate them into other moves as we grow up. There is no way these few moves of yours were learned on the battlefield!"
When you think about it carefully, what he said is really heartbreaking.
A nearby guard couldn't help but shout, "What nonsense! Our general is incredibly talented, so it's no surprise he figured out your moves. I think you've just seen the situation as hopeless, and you've come up with this rhetoric to frame our general!"
Torre chuckled and looked at Jiang Wenjing without blinking. "Whether it's a frame-up or not, you generals know it in your hearts. Don't you have a saying in Tianqi: When a man is about to die, his words are kind? I'm just reminding you with good intentions."
The guard wanted to argue with him, but Jiang Wenjing stopped him with his hand: "Don't pay attention to him, he's just making a last-ditch effort."
He walked towards Torre. Torre raised the corner of his mouth and tried to stand up with his hand holding the spear, but it pulled the wound that was injured by the shock, and he hissed in pain.
Jiang Wenjing was standing next to him. Torre had just said the word "you" when Jiang Wenjing swung his sword. With a flash of cold light, he cut off the upper part of his spear.
Torre: “!!!”
He was startled, and then he was furious, his face livid: "What are you doing!"
Jiang Wenjing remained silent, still swinging his sword until he heard a buzzing sound. Then he whispered, "So it's here."
Torre was really shocked this time: "How do you know?!"
He originally thought that Jiang Wenjing was humiliating him, but when he heard these words, he suddenly realized that Jiang Wenjing had known it all along!
This was his way of saving his life, and he had never mentioned it to anyone, not even his confidants knew about it.
How did Jiang Wenjing know this? !
Jiang Wenjing was no less surprised than he was. He snatched the spear from Torre's hand and examined it carefully. The spear was smooth and there was nothing special about it. Jiang Wenjing reached out his finger to touch it and found a small depression on the lower edge.
He pressed it down, and the spear suddenly split apart, revealing the dagger inside the spear.
Torre's face was tense, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable 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 deadly poison on the blade. Don't touch it lightly."
The guard answered, and Torre's eyes suddenly dimmed.
His eyes gradually widened, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent, like a cornered beast. He wanted to rush forward and die together with Jiang Wenjing.
Jiang Wenjing ignored his gaze and walked straight towards the imperial prison. The guards pressed down the captured people and followed him closely.
When Xing Maozhi in the imperial prison heard his voice, he couldn't wait to open the prison door. When he saw the people being held down 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 into the cells.
Jiang Wenjing declined Xing Mao's invitation to rest, turned around, mounted his horse, and headed straight for the yard outside the city.
…
The next day at the hour of Mao, after the roll call at the Hanlin Academy, the scholar held the brush and paused it over Jiang Zhiyu's name. He thought for a moment and then put it down.
Seeing him like this, the Hanlin beside him couldn't help but come forward and ask, "Master, why don't you paint?"
Although Jiang Zhiyu does have some background and may be able to work in the Hanlin Academy, who doesn't have a background?
Even though he was the Empress Dowager's dear nephew, when he first entered the Hanlin Academy, he relied on his status to fail to show up for duty, and the scholar gave him a heavy punishment and did not show him any leniency.
Why was Jiang Zhiyu spared when it was his turn?
"What do you know? How can the achievements of Jiang Zhiyu be compared to those of the Empress Dowager's useless nephew?" The scholar frowned slightly. "Furthermore, don't you know how the Emperor indulged her when she was on duty in the Imperial Study?"
Hanlin suddenly realized.
"Besides, she is a woman after all," the scholar said soothingly, looking at the Hanlin Academy. "She won't be able to stay in the Hanlin Academy for long. The Queen Mother had intended to summon her because the Second Prince proposed to marry her as a concubine. The Queen Mother wanted to see the situation and then grant the marriage, but the Emperor stopped her."
"Women will eventually get married. Your Majesty can stop them for a while, but he can't stop them forever, not to mention..."
The scholar looked around to see if there was anyone around and waved. The Hanlin walked over puzzled. The scholar leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, it seems you also want to make her your consort."
hiss.
Hanlin's eyes widened and he took a deep breath.
"I've only said this to you. If it gets out..."
"Master, don't worry! Even if you break my tendons and rip my bones apart, I will bite my teeth and swallow my words!"
The scholar nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, I'm glad you're so kind. From now on, treat her with respect and don't argue with her. Just do your best to satisfy her needs."
Hanlin leaned forward and said, "Disciple will remember this."
At noon, Jiang Zhiyu slowly entered the Hanlin Academy.
There were three large boxes of things on the back of the carriage. After entering the door and greeting his colleagues, Jiang Zhiyu went straight to the printing yard.
Her momentum was so great that the Hanlin scholars, who were already idle, gathered around 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 in other places. The people who were watching were stunned when they heard this.
If this movable type printing method can be widely used, it will be a good way to save time and effort, benefit the country and the people, and bring welfare to the people!
Jiang Zhiyu was teaching them on the side, and when the real thing came out, the Hanlin scholars were shocked beyond words.
So fast and so convenient!
The way they looked at Jiang Zhiyu changed.
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