Chapter 149: War of Words

Bai Ye never attended this banquet again after the fall of Nanzhao and the establishment of a puppet regime.

Many people heard that his leg was injured, and that he still had martial arts skills in his body, but they had almost dissipated.

Even those who were against him couldn't help but start provoking him.

"Mr. Bai, your legs are already in such a state, why are you still pursuing fame and fortune?" The speaker was a dandy young man from Northern Chu, who was said to be very good at arguing about current affairs.

Bai Ye looked at the young man, and a calm hatred flashed across his eyes.

The reason why Yun Ju'an couldn't see what he wanted was because the two of them were too close.

Yun Ju'an was also dressed like a young man today. It wasn't that he felt that this banquet discriminated against women. It could save a lot of unnecessary troubles, which was enough for Yun Ju'an.

"This is all thanks to you." She replied with a fake smile, pretending to drink tea.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Wenshan Mohai never discriminates by country. Anyone who is knowledgeable can receive an invitation from Wenshan Mohai.

Wanqi Ruqing was a little surprised. This young master in front of him looked so nonchalant, but his words were so sharp.

Bai Ye also took a sip of tea, with no intention of stopping Yun Zhuan.

The man waved his sleeves and wanted to say more, but his companion gave him a look and he immediately switched places with another old man.

The old man moved over, his eyes flashing with sharpness:

"Bai Guannan, your knowledge and education can be considered to have been inherited by someone, right?"

Yun Ju'an was about to speak, but was stopped by Bai Ye, so he shut up.

Bai Ye didn't want her to offend too many people for him.

"You can't bring anything with you when you are born, and you can't take anything with you when you die. I have a disciple, so that after I die a hundred years, I can still have someone to burn incense with me." Bai Ye smiled faintly, "But, I haven't seen you for so many years, and the disciple you accepted doesn't look that good."

The old man was a little angry and retorted: "Your disciple doesn't look any better."

"She does have bad character, but she is genuine and precious." Bai Ye looked at Yun Zhuan lovingly, "She is playful, but she protects her... husband."

Although Bai Ye paused for a moment, he reacted quickly. If Yun Ju'an didn't call him "sir" in person, then he wouldn't be Yun Ju'an's "sir".

"That's all you can do." The old man muttered.

Bai Ye seemed to have just remembered at this moment: "Zhuan'an, haven't you met Mr. He yet?"

He Chengping was the director of a famous landscape calligraphy school in Northern Chu.

The young man just now was his last disciple, Beimen Yin.

Although he has a bad temper and tends to have some bad thoughts, he is still upright and behaves properly.

It's just that the two gentlemen have always had an old grudge, which has led to the tense situation today.

He Chengping's eyes were deep: "So you came here today because of your unbearable Nanzhao, right?"

"In front of outsiders, it is indeed unbearable, but in Guannan's heart, the motherland is the motherland, and its status in my heart will not change." There was a trace of sadness hidden between Bai Ye's brows.

He didn’t know whether he could see the prosperity of Nanzhao in his lifetime.

He Chengping didn't say anything. Although the two of them were enemies, they still sympathized with each other.

The two of them had originally been close friends, but later on, because Northern Chu launched a war against Southern Zhao, this forced the two friends to become enemies.

A thin-faced man in luxurious clothes came over. His name was Hu Guangxu. He was a businessman, but he also had a certain status among scholars. In order to promote the progress of his small country, he printed a lot of books himself.

But I didn't want to give the books away at a loss, so they ended up selling for a higher price.

"Mr. Bai, you are now sitting on a four-wheeled vehicle, so you don't have to worry about other things, right?" Hu Guangxiu has always looked down on Bai Ye, a good minister who serves the country and the people, and he looks down on his character and integrity even more.

They were all sitting on four-wheeled vehicles and holding racks.

"I've met you, Mr. Hu." Bai Ye looked calm.

Hu Guangxu sneered: "Indeed, when I saw you that year, your legs were intact, and you were still full of energy and invincible. It has only been a short time..."

"So what?" Bai Ye looked at him with pity in his eyes. "If you saw me standing then, then I am still standing now."

But he is pitiful. As a scholar, it is said that one should look at a man with new eyes after three days of absence.

But the man in front of him was still vulgar and ugly. Not only had he changed a little, but he had lost the bearing and grace of a scholar.

Hu Guangxiu seemed to feel ashamed as well. He glared at Bai Ye fiercely, turned around and left.

Being humiliated in public by Bai Ye, he had no face to stay here any longer.

Yun Zhuan was standing nearby, but he saw his teacher's face turn pale:

"gentlemen!"

"No problem." Bai Ye exhaled a breath of stale air. "I'm sure you all know that I found the new ruler of Nanzhao today, and I came here to seek counselors for her. If anyone wants to accomplish great things and is unwilling to live in peace in a corner, you can discuss with me."

He Chengping looked calm and didn't seem shocked by this.

Bai Ye had suffered for more than ten years and finally found a new master. He should be happy for him.

These words were very explicit, almost making a conclusion that Bai Ye, as the tutor of the former Nanzhao Queen, had decided to serve only the new master.

Many people have discussed this, and later generations have praised Bai Ye's years of hard work for finally paying off.

Bai Ye's face seemed to have turned even paler. Yun Zhuan was a little worried and asked in a low voice:

"What big things have you done behind my back? Actually, there is no need for that. As long as you know me, I will do everything for you one by one."

Bai Ye waved his hands: "If you do it alone, it will take even longer. Nanzhao can't wait any longer. Once the news that I am serving the new master spreads, I'm sure many people will be unable to hold back."

Civility can govern a country, and military power can maintain peace. Bai Ye did everything he could just to make her journey smoother.

Perhaps it was because of the late queen's entrustment, or perhaps it was due to his own selfish motives, but Yun Zhuan was already grateful enough.

Bai Ye gave Yun Ju'an a look and told her to push him away quickly. After Yun Ju'an received the message, she quickly pushed Bai Ye back to the inn.

Knowing this, Bai Ye stopped coughing. His originally pale face turned red and his brows were tightened. He trembled and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. After coughing violently, his lips were as red as blood.

The handkerchief that was originally embroidered with orchids was also stained with blood.

"Mr. Bai, I'll go find a doctor for you." Yun Jianan was about to turn around, but Bai Ye grabbed his hand and said, "It's just an old problem. It's nothing serious."

"Your Highness?!" a gentle male voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)