This is also the real reason for the decline of the Jixia Academy.
Jiang Taiyuan was indeed very open-minded and made it clear that he had become a monk and had nothing to do with the Jiang family.
But if we assume that he is the son of Duke Ling of Qi, things seem to become a little intriguing.
"Um!"
Zhao Ning nodded and said, "After leaving the Jixia Academy, this person disappeared for many years. His identity as the first disciple of Yang Zhu's lineage should not be false. After that, he traveled to various vassal states, but they were all insignificant civil servants. Finally, he became the head of the Music Bureau. No one knows what he has been doing all these years.
It is true that Yang Zhu's lineage can be classified as orthodox Taoism, but compared with Lao Tzu's lineage, their behavior is much more bizarre.
My sect is descended from the Yang Zhu lineage, and this is not just talk.
If you have any contact with him in the future, you must not take it lightly. "
"rest assured!"
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "I have to be careful when I'm with you now, for fear that you might steal my manuscript one day."
Zhao Ning: “…”
She choked and then burst into laughter.
To be fair, she and Ying Wuji were both smart people, but they didn't hide anything when they were together.
She had previously wanted to use Ying Wuji's involvement in the Gan Kingdom and put it out in the open.
Ying Wuji wanted to take control of the jade soap business, and he asked them in front of him to wait for the envoys from the Gan Kingdom to arrive before making any decision. He even made his father swear an oath when they met for the first time.
The fact that they are honest in their relationship doesn't mean that Ying Wuji is a naive person. How could he fall in love with Jiang Taiyuan, whom he had only met two or three times?
While they were talking, two figures approached.
Ying Wuji turned around and saw an old acquaintance.
Xiang Ding!
The two of them met last time when Shangmo Bookstore opened, and Xiang Ding even paid one thousand and two taels of silver to become his destined person.
Just before leaving, he mocked me. If it wasn't for the one thousand and two taels of silver, he would have cursed me long ago.
"Young Master Wuji... No! It should be Prince Consort. Long time no see!"
Xiang Ding's words sounded as if the two of them were very familiar with each other, but his body, like a black iron tower, leaned back slightly, making him seem a little arrogant and cold.
He looked at the woman next to him and introduced her, "Young lady, he is Ying Wuji."
Mi Xingli smiled faintly: "Brother Ying! I have long heard of your great name. I am Mi Xingli, and I am here to participate in this grand gathering of hundreds of families in the name of the King of Great Chu."
"So it's the young lady from Chu State. I've heard so much about her!"
Ying Wuji nodded slightly. He had indeed heard of Mi Xingli's name. She was the most beloved daughter of the King of Chu and the leader of the younger generation of legalists in Chu. It was said that her teacher was someone left behind by Wu Qi. The nobles of Chu were quite hostile to Mi Xingli because of Wu Qi, but Chu had no choice but to protect them.
The King of Chu must have done this with the intention of working hard to govern the country.
After all, the precedent of the Gan country is there, who doesn’t want to reform and become stronger?
Under such circumstances, Mi Xingli dared to learn the Legalist techniques from Wu Qi's disciples, which makes her a strong woman.
He looked at Mi Xingli and indeed she looked like a female CEO, very pretty and cool. She wore a loose robe and actually looked like an office lady.
Most importantly...it's huge!
For a moment, Ying Wuji didn’t even know whether her name was Mi Xingli or Okita Xingli.
Mi Xingli smiled and said, "Yesterday, Brother Ying gave a math problem that made countless so-called heroes return home empty-handed. I really admire you. Yesterday, I tossed and turned all night, but still couldn't figure out the mystery. I wonder if Brother Ying could teach us fools a little."
Ying Wuji: “…”
Your big, Caroline eyes are bright and lively, but they lack any desire for knowledge.
This is the eye that I couldn't figure out even after tossing and turning all night long.
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Young lady, you are joking. I just said that because I don't want to deal with those people. Young lady is interested in that math problem, so why shouldn't I tell you? But this problem can't be heard by those mediocre people, otherwise they will come to harass me. Let's talk for a moment!"
After saying this, he made a gesture of invitation and the few people found a secluded place.
Ying Wuji asked, "Tell me! Young lady, do you have anything to teach me?"
Mi Xingli looked at him with a little more appreciation, and nodded with a smile: "I don't deserve your guidance! But there is one thing I want to confirm with Brother Ying."
"oh?"
"Yesterday, a mysterious person broke into our Chu Embassy, but he didn't steal or rob. Instead, he told us a story."
As she spoke, she took out a note from her bosom and handed it to Ying Wuji.
When Ying Wuji opened it, he saw that the information and handwriting on it seemed familiar: The Emperor of Zhou had a nightmare, in which he dreamed of being stabbed to death by a man with a sword... In short, you guys better be careful.
If this wasn't written by Jiang Taiyuan, I would shit upside down!
Mi Xingli's face was a little heavy: "Brother Ying, what do you think?"
This news did make her feel pressured.
In ordinary gatherings of hundreds of schools of thought, which teacher from which school will give a lecture is always decided within the school. Even if there are differences of opinion among the teachers, once the speaker is decided, it will not be easily changed.
But this time, the lecturer of the Military Strategy was replaced without any warning, and it was Nangong Ling, who usually turned a blind eye to the Hundred Schools Event.
This is a bit strange.
Moreover, the content of the lecture has also changed from the previous sand table exercises to the bandits' grave site, which also contains the inheritance of the military saint.
Not only that, Nangong Ling also increased the original reward of one military luck reward to three.
Who can withstand this?
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