That's all.
The emperor shook his head slightly and continued, "What book is it printed in? What is the content?"
"A book about challenging traditional social structures and concepts, striving for dreams, and realizing one's own life value."
Jiang Zhiyu didn't even raise his head as a string of words came out one after another.
emperor:"……"
Is it so serious?
He thought that given her personality, she would just print some short stories like vernacular novels.
So serious.
The emperor had no interest in books at first, but after hearing what she said, he suddenly became interested.
He remembered it was called Wu Tian or something, right? He would pick up a copy and take a look at it someday, maybe he could learn something from it.
"By the way, Your Majesty," Jiang Zhiyu feared he would continue to delve into the matter, so she changed the subject: "I wonder what Lord Xing has done wrong to make Your Majesty so angry."
"It's just a small matter." The emperor glanced coldly at Xing Maozhi lying on the ground. "Since Scholar Jiang has pleaded for you, then get up. I won't pursue it this time, but if it happens again..."
If I hadn't remembered what Zhiyu said in his heart that this guy was a loyal minister who followed me wholeheartedly and finally died as a lesson, I would have dragged him down and chopped him to pieces 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 he was really nervous, and Xing Maozhi stood up tremblingly.
The emperor snorted lightly. And that Fu Ping has become more and more energetic in recent years. If he is not taught a lesson, he will probably become more and more rebellious.
He was just thinking about Fuping when Fuping came over with a palace maid carrying tea and snacks. Seeing that Xing Maozhi had also gotten up, Fuping felt 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, please try this. This is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake freshly steamed in the imperial kitchen. It's fragrant and sweet, soft and glutinous. It's incredibly delicious."
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 sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said, "I think the young eunuch next to you, Chao En, is also smart. Take him with you to serve."
The smile on Fu Ping's face froze, so quickly that it was almost impossible to detect. Then he said in a natural tone, "It is his blessing to be appreciated by the emperor. I will send someone to call him now."
"It won't take too long," the emperor waved his hand. "Look at the time. It's time for dinner. Scholar Jiang will accompany me for dinner in the Hall of Mental Cultivation today."
The Hall of Mental Cultivation was where the emperor met with his confidants.
With these words, it can be seen how important Jiang Zhiyu is in the emperor's heart.
The way Fuping looked at Jiang Zhiyu suddenly changed.
…
Inside the imperial prison, several jailers sat around a table, watching the prisoners in the cells for fun.
"Do you think there's something wrong with these Mobei people?" The jailer pointed at his head and laughed heartily. "I've never seen anyone so stupid. There are only three of them outside, and they dared to break into the prison?"
"Who knows? A few would come in every other day. Now they're all in."
Another burst of laughter was heard.
Then, someone started talking: "Speaking of which, General Jiang's move was truly powerful. With just one move, Torre couldn't even stand up."
"Yeah, yeah, it happened so fast, I didn't even see what happened..."
"But, speaking of which, since General Jiang had the ability to defeat the enemy with one move, why didn't he subdue Torei from the beginning? Instead, he used that sword move to fight Torei? ... And Torei even said it was the Mobei sword technique."
The second half of the sentence was much quieter than the previous one.
After a moment of silence, someone laughed and retorted, "The general has fought against the Mobei people for many years, so it's not surprising that he has learned their moves. Besides, what do you believe what Torre says? I even said that the moves Torre used are our Tianqi moves. Do you believe it?"
Another burst of laughter was heard, and everyone echoed in agreement. 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 already this late, it's hard to believe you can still laugh."
What a loser! I at least managed to infect the people of Apocalypse with an epidemic, but this loser can't even rob a prison, so what else can he accomplish!
When the two looked at each other, it was as if swords and sabers were flashing.
"If you hadn't been caught, how could we have fallen into such a passive situation?!"
Torre narrowed his eyes slightly, and red gradually turned into his eyes.
The Mobei envoy thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly said, "Princes, now is not the time to argue. Now that things have come to this, we should work together and find a way out."
"Two princes?"
Another Bol stepped out from the shadows and raised an eyebrow at the Mobei envoy: "What about me? Who am I?"
After all, there were only two princes who appeared in public all year round. He just spoke casually and forgot the existence of the other one. He said hurriedly: "Three, three princes."
Torre was too lazy to look at these two annoying faces. He closed his eyes and used his inner strength to listen to the conversation of the jailers.
Seeing that his mania had been suppressed, Bol stopped talking. Just as the Mobei envoy said, there was no benefit in provoking Torei's illness here.
The topic of discussing Jiang Wenjing just now has passed.
Torre was drowsy listening to the meaningless conversation of the jailers. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a steady sound of footsteps caught his attention.
The conversation among the jailers also stopped abruptly. After a moment, Torre heard the jailer's flattering voice: "General Jiang."
Jiang Wenjing!
Jiang Wenjing was wearing a dark green silk crane fur coat, a phoenix belt around his waist, he had a majestic figure, a dignified appearance, and a pair of cold eyes.
Jiang Wenjing was usually easy to get along with, but because of his cold expression at the moment, his handsomeness added a bit of coldness and hardness that made people feel distant.
The jailer didn't dare to speak to him until he made a move.
Jiang Wenjing nodded to the jailer, then said, "Excuse me, I would like to speak to Torre alone for a few words."
The jailers looked at each other, each seeing confusion in the other's eyes. Then, with an embarrassed look on his face, he said hesitantly, "General, this is inappropriate. The Minister is not here. If something goes wrong, we will have no way to explain it."
Jiang Wenjing took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and placed it on the table: "Split it between you two. I'll just say a few words. You just stand guard at the door. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."
That bag of silver was extremely heavy. Even if they divided it equally among themselves, what each person received would probably be enough to cover the salary for the previous three years.
What's more, he will be the one to take responsibility if anything goes wrong!
The jailers looked at each other and nodded.
"General, please!"
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