There are quite a few people watching the live broadcast, but Teacher Bian is not among them.
For several days in a row, Teacher Bian went out early and came back late, taking his students to visit almost all the factories around Qi State. At the same time, he met with many envoys from various countries and wrote several stacks of records of the meetings alone.
It was not until the news became old news that Teacher Bian had time to ask about it.
Kunjing was obviously very calm.
He opened the window to let the sunlight in and looked out.
At this time, the two were not in the palace of Qi State, but in an attic built specially for the people of Langyun. It was not far from the palace, and the palace gate could be seen from the window.
Looking at the palace gate, which was noticeably deserted, Kun Jingming said nothing, quickly retracting his gaze. He then spoke slowly, "I've had suspicions before, but I'm a liberal arts student, so I'm not familiar with physics and chemistry, so I didn't think much about it. Now it seems that the flow rates on both sides are indeed different, which clears up many of my previous questions."
Teacher Bian thought that this matter actually had nothing to do with chemistry, but he didn't talk about it much. Instead, he asked, "What's your question?"
Kun Jingming replied, "For example, the teacher doesn't age. It's normal for a student to not change much at their young age, but it's quite unusual for a teacher to not have many wrinkles at his age."
Upon hearing this, Teacher Bian immediately stood up and walked to the mirror to look at himself.
This surprised Kun Jingming: "Teacher also attaches so much importance to appearance?"
Teacher Bian was relieved after confirming that he had not changed. He smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter to me, but if you also have a lover who is six years younger than you, then every wrinkle is a formidable enemy."
Kun Jingming was silent for a moment before shaking his head: "According to the current flow of time, my age has also been frozen. I don't think I will ever know."
Teacher Bian expressed his understanding: "I know you are single, it's okay, good things never come late."
Kun Jingming said, "It has nothing to do with love."
"Why is that?"
"It's against the law for minors."
Teacher Bian: ...That’s right.
However, neither of them was studying time and space related majors, so they just chatted briefly and didn't mention it again.
Kun Jingming saw Teacher Bian holding a bulging folder and asked, "Teacher, what are you busy with these days?"
Teacher Bian knew the other person was from the student union, and following up on the project's progress was one of their responsibilities, so he didn't hide anything. He calmly pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over: "Someone has already started researching this, and I think we'll be able to have a trial soon."
Kun Jingming took it and saw that it was a blueprint.
The drawing was very detailed, and he couldn't understand things like the parameters and scale, but he could still recognize the general shape.
Kun Jingming then showed a rare look of surprise: "Is this a car?"
Teacher Bian smiled and said, "It may be slightly different from the car you imagine. The power unit has changed, and the load capacity won't be as high, but the basic functions are still there."
Kun Jingming took out his mobile phone and carefully looked through the relevant tasks, and found that the speed of industrial development far exceeded his expectations.
Especially in recent months, it has been a rapid progress.
This made Kun sigh involuntarily: "I didn't expect it to be so fast?"
Teacher Bian replied, "There's a term called the latecomer effect. Simply put, it means that once we've mastered the established development model and possessed the theoretical knowledge, relatively underdeveloped regions can actually develop more rapidly. This term was originally a blank slate. As long as energy issues are resolved and raw materials are plentiful, everything will only accelerate."
There is another sentence, even if he didn't say it, Kun Jingming knew it very well.
The day of returning home is really not far away.
This finally brought a smile to Kun's face, and his voice became much more soothing: "I'm a liberal arts student, so I don't really understand these things, but I can do something else."
Teacher Bian was curious: "For example?"
Kun Jingming said softly, "For example, we can ask Qi to give its full support and ensure that trade with Bankui is smooth."
Teacher Bian thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid these still need to be approved by the Qi court."
Kun Jingming said calmly: "As long as I want it, I can do it."
Teacher Bian did not ask much about this, but also expressed trust.
After all, the person in front of him is absolutely professional in his official duties.
Teacher Bian even felt that if the entire Langyun wasn't obsessed with returning home early, Kun Jingming might really be able to shake up the world with his own strength and become the king of this world...
After all, being able to easily replace the crown prince of the neighboring Zhou State is something that not everyone can do.
Kun Jingming didn't know what Teacher Bian was thinking, so he just continued, "But we still have to wait two days for the results."
This made Teacher Bian notice something strange: "Is something big going to happen in the next two days?"
Kun Jingming nodded and said softly, "The change of throne should be considered a major event."
Teacher Bian's eyes widened slightly, and he asked in surprise, "Qi State? When?"
Kun Jingming didn't hide it from him and said directly, "The King of Qi's health is getting worse. He saw me before, and at that time, the imperial physician and the teachers from the medical school went to see him. He was already showing signs of dying. This news probably can't be concealed. Soon those young masters will make a move."
As he spoke, Kun Jingming tapped the table with his fingertips, as if calculating something.
He quickly said, "At the slowest, it will take about five or six days. If it's fast, there will be movement tonight."
Teacher Bian frowned slightly: "It seems that it would be best not to go to the palace these days."
Kun Jingming didn't care much: "These have nothing to do with us. No matter who takes the position in the end, it won't hurt us. It all depends on one's ability. Anyone can take the position. Although the Seventh Young Master may be more familiar with him, it doesn't matter if he changes to someone else."
"What are we going to do now?"
"Just wait, it will be fine."
And things obviously developed faster than expected.
That afternoon, all the young masters in the capital had already stayed indoors, and people were coming and going in their respective mansions.
There were also people gathering outside the capital, and they seemed to know that they couldn't hide it, so they just showed their cards directly.
The people didn't know what was happening, but they could smell the murderous atmosphere in the air, so most of them went home early and stayed indoors at night for fear of causing disaster.
But the Seventh Young Master Fu Yun, who should have been at the center of the storm, was exceptionally free and easy.
He stayed at Donna's place since the evening and showed no intention of leaving until nightfall.
They drank tea, admired the flowers, and finally had dinner, but still showed no intention of leaving.
This gave Captain Bankui a headache.
After enduring for a while, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Donna waved the servants away, and when they were alone in the room, her green eyes looked directly at each other.
Fu Jun, however, seemed oblivious, still enthusiastically fiddling with the flowers in the vase. She even had the energy to explain to Tangna, "I found this one in a peach forest. It's the most beautiful, with delicate blossoms and a graceful shape. It suits you very well." Then she smiled, "The spring peach blossoms are smiling, their emerald hair piled high like clouds, their lips blossoming with cherry blossoms, and their teeth fragrant with the fragrance of pomegranates."
He learned this sentence from a famous book circulated in Langyun. Every word and sentence expressed his admiration for Donna.
But Donna obviously had no intention of discussing poetry and essays with him, nor did she feel that she had anything to do with the flower.
She simply reached out and grabbed the vase, put it aside, and asked directly without beating around the bush, "Why do you always stay here with me?"
Fu Yun had her vase snatched away, but she wasn't annoyed. She just held her chin with one hand and smiled faintly: "I'm pursuing you, so naturally I have to do everything I can to spend more time with you."
Donna frowned slightly: "You'd better tell the truth."
Fu Yun probably saw that the man in front of him was serious, so he sat up straighter and straightened his body. Then he said softly, "I came to your place to hide away. I'm afraid the palace will be very lively tonight, and I don't want to go."
Donna was puzzled: "The Qi royal palace has so many rules. Even during festivals, everyone follows the rules. How can it be so lively?"
Fu Yun replied lightly, "Because someone wants to kill me, probably in waves. There are too many people in the palace, and I really can't stay here any longer."
With just one sentence, Captain Bankui's guards were so shocked that he stood up immediately.
Gongzi Jun followed her movements and raised his head. In the flickering candlelight, the man's profile was shrouded in a gentle light, making him look very gentle. His words also became more warm: "Don't worry."
Donna stared at him, resisting the urge to poke him in the head. Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "This is a matter of life and death, why... why do you take it so lightly?!"
Fu Jun's expression remained unchanged, and he even smiled. He tugged at her sleeve soothingly and said softly, "Maybe it's because I've been mentally prepared for this for a long time. I knew this day would come a long time ago."
Donna frowned: "You know who is going to kill you."
Fu Yun's voice was like a sigh: "Yes, of course I know. It's nothing more than a fight for the throne. There are only a few people who would take action."
Donna also knew that there were many princes in Qi State, and now her brows were furrowed even more tightly: "You are all brothers, how could you be so cruel as to do this?"
This sentence stunned Fu Yun.
Because in his concept, in order to fight for the throne, it is natural to kill. It seems to be a tacit thing, and no one has ever felt that it is wrong.
But now that he was asked about it, he realized how cruel and inhumane it was.
But now is clearly not the time to discuss ethics.
Fu Jun pulled Donna to sit down, and he even moved closer to her out of selfishness.
Realizing the green-eyed girl hadn't noticed, he leaned in closer until their arms were touching. He then said, "You've been in Bankui for years, so you're familiar with the Bankui royal family. From what I know, the Bankui royal family has always had simple relationships, which has led to exceptional peace. But Qi is different. There are too many interests and relationships involved. The so-called throne often represents the interests of countless people, so naturally, there will be fighting."
This is obviously beyond the scope of the question for Donna.
But she was smart enough to think for a moment, trying to understand before she squeezed out a sentence: "The King of Qi doesn't care?"
Fu Yun smiled and said, "Actually, these are all agreed upon by my father."
"……What?"
"The fight for the throne is actually our final screening. Only the strongest can sit in that position. The one who laughs last must be the most outstanding. Father will not only not stop us, but may even deliberately provoke us to fight."
This made Donna look completely shattered: "Are you biological father and son?"
Fu Yun shrugged. "That's probably true. However, compared to the relationship between father and son, the relationship between monarch and minister is obviously more important. A good new king is more important than a bunch of useless people."
Donna's emerald pupils narrowed slightly, and she opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Fu Yun, on the other hand, looked relaxed and smiled at her: "But I'm still very happy that you can ask these questions."
"What's wrong with you?"
"It proves that you are starting to worry about me. That's great."
With just one sentence, Donna's complicated emotions disappeared without a trace.
The tips of her ears quickly turned red, and there was an unconcealable annoyance on her pretty and delicate face. She didn't know whether she was regretting asking too many questions or was angry that the other party had exposed her thoughts.
I wanted to get up and leave, but I heard Fu Yun beside me say faintly: "I might be dying, can't you comfort me?"
Moreover, he gently hooked the woman's soft cuffs with his fingertips.
The movement was not big, and Fu Jun didn't even use much force, but it really made Donna stop.
He was a man of ruthless character who could calmly capture someone and throw him into the sea to feed the fish, but at this moment he was trapped by a powerless person.
Donna pursed her lips, not looking at him, and simply said, "If you want to wait to die, you can go back and wait. Why come to me?"
Fu Jun seemed to sense the other person's tolerance for her, so she curled the corners of her lips and moved closer to the other person, her chin almost touching the other person's shoulder. Her voice rang in her ear: "Because Donna is very powerful and can protect me."
Donna laughed in anger, "They say the men of Qi are very proud and always rush to the front. Why are they hiding behind women now?"
Fu Yun, however, was particularly confident: "I am different from them. I advocate equality between men and women. Your protection of me just fits my ideal."
"Why didn't you protect me?"
"Because I can't beat you."
Donna: ...
Perhaps it was because this person spoke too confidently that Donna didn't know how to respond for a moment.
After all, this guy really couldn't beat her.
So Donna could only reply: "Whatever you want."
Seeing that the other party agreed, Fu Jun smiled even more.
He finally rested his chin on the other person's shoulder with peace of mind, and said softly: "When a dying man is about to die, his words are kind. There are some things I want to talk to you about."
Donna didn't move, nor did she look at him. She just stared at the flickering candlelight and said dryly, "Go ahead."
Fu Yun said with a smile, her voice leisurely: "In the beginning, I pursued you for politics, for marriage, and to strengthen the relationship between the countries."
If another woman heard this, she would probably be heartbroken.
But Donna nodded calmly: "I know, me too."
Fu Jun was caught off guard by this direct hit, and she felt a little disappointed, but she was also touched by his honesty. She quickly continued, "But after spending time together for a long time, I feel that the reason I fell in love with you at first sight wasn't just lust, but true love at first sight."
Donna pulled no punches: "I think the two words are similar."
Fu Yun smiled and said, "There are some differences. Just like now, I like you, so I came."
The sentence was not long, but Fu Yun mastered the stress very well.
There are only four words that need to be emphasized.
I am pleased with you.
Sure enough, Donna's eyelids drooped, covering her beautiful green eyes.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, but he quickly suppressed it, and his voice was the same as usual: "Didn't you just say that you came here because you wanted me to protect you?"
Fu Yun was very frank: "That's the reason, but more importantly, I was thinking selfishly that if I really lost, no matter how many helpers I recruited, I wouldn't live to see tomorrow. In that case, I might as well see you more before I die, so that my life will not be in vain."
After hearing this, Donna's fingertips tucked into her sleeves suddenly clasped her palms.
In fact, Fu Jun has tried every possible means to pursue her these days.
Even though Donna didn't understand poetry, she could tell that the seven-word sentences this person said were praising her.
It should be a very beautiful poem.
But today he spoke in plain language, without any of his usual pretentious manner.
Instead, Donna's ears and heart understood it.
The blush that originally only stained the tips of her ears showed a tendency to spread to her cheeks, but she pushed Fu Jun away with her hand, stood up straight and said, "You're so smooth-talking." Then she was about to leave.
Fu Jun hurriedly pulled her: "Where are you going?"
Donna didn't turn around, she just said, "Go get the sword," her voice paused slightly, then went soft and gentle, "to protect you."
After saying that, he strode away.
Leaving behind Fu Yun with a smile on her face.
All of this was seen clearly by the personal guard Ah Si who was hiding in the dark.
As the personal guard of the Seventh Prince of Qi and also a secret guard, his hidden skills have always been good, and even Donna didn't notice it.
Now he appeared quietly, standing beside Fu Yun, without saying a word.
Gongzi Yun looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ah Si hesitated for a moment before replying, "Sir, I can protect you."
Even in plain words, one can still hear subtle grievances.
Obviously, what Fu Yun said to Donna just now made Ah Si feel that his professional ethics were questioned.
Fu Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Of course I know your ability, but I also really hope that Miss Donna can protect me."
"Ah Si doesn't understand."
"It's okay, you're still young. You'll understand when you have a wife."
Ah Si wanted to say, Master, you are also single now, and Lady Donna has no intention of agreeing at all.
But thinking that his monthly salary was in the hands of the Seventh Young Master, Ah Si tactfully swallowed his words and said, "Young Master, does he seem very happy?"
Fu Jun nodded calmly and said with a smile: "Of course, Donna treats me much better than before."
Ah Si agreed: "I heard that Lady Donna truly wants to protect the young master."
Unexpectedly, Fu Jun shook her head and said seriously, "What I mean is, I leaned on her, and she didn't hit me or scold me. What a clear improvement." As he spoke, the Seventh Young Master looked at the flickering candlelight, and his voice also jumped. "Maybe I can start thinking about what name to choose for my future baby."
Ah Si: ...
At this moment, Ah Si suddenly felt that love could sometimes be quite scary.
This thing can change the way your brain works!
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