Lu Ning stared at Wen Tingwu and didn't rush to speak.
But I felt like I was being seen through.
I am amazed that this great rebel can incite people to rebel. Not only is he powerful, he is also very eloquent.
Even if it is not as good as the art of bewitchment, what you say can still penetrate people's hearts.
So, you still have to be careful.
He immediately sneered and said, "Go to bed!"
Wen Tingwu stood still and snorted coldly: "I am a prisoner, are you afraid of me?"
"It's true that you have grown up from a young age. If the Dog Emperor hadn't been afraid of me, if you had given me another year, the world might not have a surname of Zhou."
Lu Ning was slightly stunned. Did this guy say he was addicted?
He immediately shouted coldly: "Shut up."
I thought Wen Tingwu was tough and would continue to criticize Emperor Mingwu.
Unexpectedly, I actually kept my mouth shut this time.
He stood there and said nothing for a long time.
Lu Ning glanced at him and walked deeper.
When we arrived at Cell No. 39.
Fan Guangming was stunned when he found that he was covered in blood.
It seems that the trial was held in the execution room during the day, otherwise people would be in high spirits right now.
"Haha, stop confusing people!?"
Lu Ning shook his head and turned back.
Thirty-nine people were detained. Wen Tingwu had the most production experience, followed by Fan Guangming.
Pass by cell number two.
He found Wen Tingwu sitting cross-legged in a dark corner and became quiet.
It was Kang Lang who suppressed his restless emotions and sat in a pile of dead grass against the wall, in a daze.
Return to the class room.
Lu Ning was not in a hurry to practice sword skills or read "Haoran Jue", but watched Zhao Quan and others bet on dice.
Until an hour passed.
The catalog suddenly lit up.
A flash of excitement flashed across Lu Ning's face, and it was exactly what he imagined.
The power of divine punishment has increased.
Come to the side and silently click on the catalog.
I saw that the natural punishment became 30 power, Wen Tingwu's participation in the natural punishment was 33 power, and 99 experience points every hour.
Fan Guangming and others have a total of 21 experience points.
In other words, Lu Ning can now gain 120 experience points every hour.
As long as those prisoners don't die.
Experience happens all the time.
A night of silence.
When the shift changes at 0:00 the next day.
Lu Ning glanced at it and found that the experience reached 1510 points.
Back in the dormitory, he directly added to his strength.
There was a roar.
Torrents wash over the body and meridians open.
When he closed his eyes, he could feel that approximately fifteen major meridians had been opened.
The strength reaches the perfection of opening the meridians and obtains the power of the Five Cauldrons.
There is also a Poji Realm behind.
Cultivation level: Eighth level to open the pulse (perfect 0/3000)
Lu Ning was slightly stunned when he saw 3000 points.
What's going on with this 'poji'?
At the ninth level, the span of experience required to go from perfection to perfection is very large.
The eighth grade is even more exaggerated.
Directly from 1,000 points to 3,000 points.
It seems that we need to find a strong martial artist to understand this 'Breaking Extreme' realm.
A rough calculation shows that it will take two days to reach the seventh-grade Qi Sea.
Lu Ning didn't pay attention and started to rest after rinsing.
"Actually, with my current strength, I can definitely go home and live there!"
"Lest my sister-in-law be afraid at home alone when my eldest brother is not at home!"
Lying on the hard bed, Lu Ning thought to himself.
Prison guards are not required to live in dormitories.
Those who have houses in Beijing and Zhou Dynasties can also go back to live there.
All you need to do is apply for a daily entry and exit badge.
Wu and Zhang, the two cell leaders, do not live in the Tianlao dormitory.
"Let's talk about it after we get to work."
With a murmur, Lu Ning closed his eyes.
…
Jing Zhou.
Confucius Courtyard.
In the Dongsheng Mountains, Zhengtian Peak.
This is not only a holy place for Confucian scholars to study, but also one of the most beautiful places in the Zhou Dynasty.
The most famous one is the library.
The twelfth floor of the world.
Beijing and Zhou Dynasties occupy three of them, Tianxing Tower, Library Tower and Baiyunshan Tower.
The library is about nine feet tall.
Although it is not the highest among the twelve floors, it is the place with the purest righteousness of Haoran.
People with strong cultivation can see the awe-inspiring righteousness rising from the top of the building, making the monsters in the world not dare to approach.
at this time.
The great scholars and outstanding students from Confucius Institute stood under Zhengtian Peak, waiting for the nobles from the palace to arrive.
The students were chattering among themselves.
Most of them talked about the poems they had prepared.
Everyone was full of confidence, thinking that the poems they wrote could make Princess Yongle smile.
Lu Xiu was also among them, also full of confidence.
Because based on today's complexion, the poem written by the second brother will definitely win the first prize.
soon.
Pictures of horses scurrying, carts rumbling, and pedestrians with bows and arrows on their waists appeared.
The great scholars and students all calmed down and looked towards the road ahead.
When the princess travels, the battle is quite big.
Not only were there a thousand guardsmen, but there were also ten people from the Demon Suppression Division accompanying them.
The carriages and horses stopped.
The curtain of a luxurious Fengluan car was slightly opened.
A young woman in her teens, with picturesque features, instantly caught everyone's attention.
it's beautiful!
Everyone commented in their hearts.
But this woman is not a princess, and the princess cannot show her face directly.
"I, Wang Lun, brought the great scholars and students from the academy to pay homage to the eldest princess."
An old man about sixty years old, who called himself Wang Lun, stepped forward and bowed.
The great scholars and students behind him bowed and saluted.
"Get up."
Soon, a pleasant and slightly majestic voice came from the Fengluan carriage.
It's like the sound of phoenixes in the sky, like the sound of gold and jade clashing.
When you hear it, you feel intoxicated and respectful at the same time.
"Thank you princess!"
Wang Lun, the great scholar, stood up, and everyone behind him followed suit.
He continued: "Princess, the dean has been waiting upstairs for a long time. Please come."
Except for the emperor of Zhou Dynasty, the dean of the Confucius Institute does not need to greet anyone, even the princes and princesses.
This is a privilege given by Emperor Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"The Imperial Guards will stay at the foot of the mountain, and the Demon Suppressor will follow."
The maid next to the eldest princess opened the curtain and gave instructions.
Everyone began to follow the eldest princess Luan Chao up the mountain.
During this process, all the students were imagining the appearance of the eldest princess.
I have always heard that it is unique, but I have never seen it.
Of course they are not qualified.
When arriving at Zhengtianfeng Academy.
The carriage stopped and Wang Lun said: "Your Royal Highness, the students at the academy know that you love poetry, so they have prepared poems. Please comment on them."
"I don't dare to comment. It's considered an exchange and learning. Mr. Wang will keep it and I will appreciate it later."
"It's the princess!"
Wang Lun nodded and looked at the students whose faces were full of excitement and disappointment. He really couldn't see the eldest princess anymore!
Everyone sighed inwardly and handed Wang Lun the poems they had written.
After Wang Lun collected the poems, he took several great scholars and continued to move forward with the luan chariot, and soon entered the library.
Lu Xiu and others could only wait outside the library.
"What a pity, I didn't meet the eldest princess!"
The first young and handsome young man among the students sighed. This man was Liang Qi, the son of the Duke of Liang.
Although he has a great background, today's Liang Guogong has inherited the ancestral heritage of many generations.
He has long had no real power in the DPRK and only has an empty identity.
Not to mention the young master from Liang Guogong's family, he is far inferior to the young master from the minister's family.
"Brother Liang, not necessarily. With your poetic talent, if you can make the eldest princess smile, you might be able to meet her." Someone on the side flattered.
"hope so."
Liang Qi slightly clenched his fists.
At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at someone.
Everyone around him was complimenting him, but there was only one person standing nearby staring at the door of the library, his eyes clear and his face full of confidence.
This person is Lu Xiu.
"Lu Changwen, can you also compose poetry?"
Liang Qi walked towards Lu Xiu and asked as he walked.
When Lu Xiu saw it was Liang Qi, he couldn't help but smile warmly: "Brother Ziming..."
"Hmph, you are worthy of calling me brother and sister. What is your status?" Liang Qi snorted coldly.
Lu Xiu's expression suddenly changed, he quickly lowered his head and said solemnly: "Yes, Mr. Liang."
Liang Qi disdainfully glanced at Lu Xiu. The reason why he paid attention to Lu Xiu was because Lu Xiu was one of the representatives of the poor family in the academy.
His father was a jailer in the Heavenly Prison and came from a humble background.
But in Confucius Institute, there is no distinction between education and talent.
"You're a student of arithmetic and etiquette, why are you joining in the fun?" Liang Qi glanced at Lu Xiu disdainfully.
Lu Xiu slightly clenched his fists, but did not dare to refute, and said with a smile: "Yesterday, I was inspired to write a poem. I learned that the princess loves poems, and Lu also wanted to express his feelings."
"Humph! Flattery is just flattery, and you say it so openly! Hypocrisy!" Liang Qi snorted coldly.
All the students around him mocked and laughed.
Lu Xiu's face turned red with anger and he did not dare to say a word.
"Even dogs can't stand the poetry you wrote, let alone the eldest princess who understands poetry. It's embarrassing."
Liang Qi sneered.
He had long been unhappy with Lu Xiu, but there had been no conflict before, so he didn't bother to pay attention.
But today, he and I were actually competing to win the title of Princess Yile.
Don’t even look at your identity!
Untouchable!
After making a sound, Liang Qi raised his head and turned away from Lu Xiu.
All the students flocked to him.
Only a few disciples from poor families gathered around Lu Xiu, looking at Liang Qi and others angrily, muttering: "It's an insult to politeness!"
…
The top floor of the library.
In the spacious tea room, there is an old man wearing white clothes with white hair and white beard. He is Su Zhengjing, the dean of the academy.
Opposite him was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties wearing white clothes and with a bun in a bun.
She has auspicious eyes and a straight nose...
In short, the woman's appearance is difficult to describe.
All we can say is that this woman should only exist in heaven and is rarely heard of in the human world.
She is the current Princess Yongle of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the eldest princess of Emperor Mingwu.
"Dean Su, do you really have no opinion on my father's decision?"
"Princess, please stop talking. The academy has never participated in government affairs or state affairs. It only teaches and educates people." Su Zhengjing shook his head and said.
The eldest princess sighed slightly, with a sad look on her face.
Su Zhengjing's old eyes flashed, he took the poems given by the students on the side and said with a smile: "Princess loves poetry and understands poetry. I will help you appreciate it and relax your mood at the same time."
"That's fine!"
When it comes to poetry, the eldest princess gets a little more energetic.
Start reading one by one.
There was some expectation at first, but after only a moment, I sighed with disappointment and threw the poem on the table.
"Didn't the princess watch the previous song?" Su Zhengzheng asked in surprise.
"Maybe I don't appreciate it enough," the eldest princess said.
When Su Zhengjing heard this, he knew that the eldest princess had not read the previous poem. He immediately waved his hand to Wang Lun and took the poem away, so as not to hinder the princess' eyes here.
call!
at this time.
A gust of wind blew in through the open window and blew away all the white papers on the table.
There was a "snap" sound and a piece of white paper was slightly stuck on the eldest princess's beautiful face.
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