On the day Mr. Xin returned from Yuxin Guan, the team was preparing to set off for Yunzhou. This time, Mr. Xin could not restrain his curiosity.
Of course he has no curiosity about Yunzhou. After leaving Geling, the place where he lived the longest was Yunzhou.
He was curious about that thing.
A long time ago, he knew that there was an absolutely secret treasure in Fengyu Temple of Shangyang Palace. He had heard that that thing could travel thousands of miles in a day.
This thing is so mysterious that even Mr. Xin has never seen it before, so you can imagine how thorough Shangyang Palace's confidentiality is.
At this moment, in the headmaster's study, Mr. Xin heard that he was going to take that thing to Yunzhou, and his eyes began to shine.
"Old man."
Mr. Xin approached the master and asked: "Have you asked for permission? I heard that the thing didn't have His Majesty's permission, so it's not that convenient even for you to use it. It's obviously something from Shangyang Palace, but you can't make the decision. Tsk tsk tsk..."
The head master glanced at Xin Yanque and said, "There are so many people who are trying to sow discord between me and His Majesty, but as His Majesty's biological brother and my close disciple, you are here to sow the discord. I don't know what to think of you at the moment. Say it nicely." You are a tough critic when it comes to talking about it, and you are a stupid critic when it comes to being direct."
Mr. Xin said: "Just think that I am anxious."
As he spoke, he sat down on the table.
If someone else had said this, it would have been a crime of treason. Just because of this sentence, the crime could be firmly established.
But Mr. Xin said this, let alone saying it here, even if it was said in front of His Majesty, His Majesty would not care.
So when it comes to luck, Mr. Xin is truly the chosen one.
He sat on the table, pinched a piece of snack next to him, and said while eating: "Anyway, we are on the same team. If Your Majesty wants to kill me, you can't run away."
The real headmaster sighed: "Perhaps, I must have done a lot of evil in my previous life without any retribution. I deserve everything in this life."
Mr. Xin smiled, stuffed the snack into his mouth and asked, "Old man, did you save that guy named Chen Weiwei?"
The master in charge said: "Not only did I save him, I am also going to practice the so-called three-layered cicada technique of immortality."
As soon as he said this, Mr. Xin's eyes suddenly widened and became round.
"Old man, are you crazy?!"
Mr. Xin jumped down from the table, ran to the headmaster, looked into the headmaster's eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?"
The headmaster said with a calm expression: "I'm just curious as to who created it. He was so confident that he could come up with such a name as the Immortal Demonic Art."
Mr. Xin asked anxiously: "You have no idea how old you are?"
The headmaster said: "I know, so I want to give it a try. I might end up burping in a few years. At that time, if I want to see it again, what will happen to me?"
He said: "While you are young."
Mr. Xin's face was so angry that it turned red and purple, with a hint of green in the purple.
"It doesn't matter."
Seeing him like this, the head master smiled and said, "Aren't you anxious? If I die faster, you don't have to be so anxious. It's all yours."
"Old Niubi!"
Mr. Xin pointed at the master’s nose: “Are you deliberately seeking death?!”
The headmaster sighed: "I am invincible, so I am lonely, but I am not invincible, so I am stupid."
He pointed to the door: "Now you go to Zhenyuan Palace to see His Majesty. After lunch, we will set off to Yunzhou."
Mr. Xin turned around and left: "I'm going to file a complaint with you now."
The headmaster said nonchalantly: "What's wrong with the complaint? Your Majesty can't beat me."
Mr. Xin stopped and looked back at the headmaster: "At your age, can you..."
Before he finished speaking, the Master shook his head and said: "No, I have said before, what I practice is not the Taoist natural way but the free way. The so-called free way..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Xin had already left cursing.
The so-called freedom of Taoism means that I can do whatever I want...Mr.
Half an hour later, Zhenyuan Palace, Imperial Study Room.
Mr. Xin walked quickly to the desk, and then slapped his hand on the desk: "Then old man, do you care?" The emperor raised his head and glanced at Mr. Xin. With just one glance, Mr. Xin quickly lowered his head. , and then wiped the place where he just took the photo with his hand.
His tone of voice immediately softened.
"That old man has practiced the so-called Immortal Demonic Skill. I suspect that thing is a strange poison. Anyone who practices it will definitely not end well."
The emperor looked at the memorial in his hand and did not answer, but asked: "When you sent someone to send Chen Weiwei back to Fengyu Temple, did you ever think that the old master might try this so-called immortal magic skill? "
Mr. Xin's expression changed slightly.
The emperor said calmly and without emotion: "If you didn't think of this, it's obviously because you are incompetent. Since you are incompetent, why do you yell in front of me? Who gave you the courage to run away? Come and take pictures of my table?"
Mr. Xin subconsciously took two steps back, and his expression changed from a little angry to submissive.
The emperor continued: "You have never thought of this because you are incompetent. If you have thought of this, based on your understanding of the master, you will naturally think that he will be interested in the so-called immortal magic power. Then you Why send Chen Weiwei to Geling again? That’s not because you are incompetent, but because you are ruthless.”
Mr. Xin was speechless.
The emperor put the reviewed memorial aside and then looked at Mr. Xin: "Did you slap my table just now to scold me?"
Mr. Xin: "I would never dare, I just..."
The emperor said: "You just do whatever you want because of my partial favor for you? Do you do it because you know that you will be the emperor of Dayu in the future?"
Mr. Xin: "I must not dare. Your Majesty knows me well. How could I have such thoughts? I am wronged, Your Majesty..."
Emperor: "How dare you yell in front of me?"
Mr. Xin: "I..."
Emperor: "Squat down for me!"
Mr. Xin immediately squatted there, and subconsciously raised his hands to grab his ears.
This look was like a drunken mouse daring to blow his beard and glare in front of the cat. As a result, the cat only glanced at the mouse and the mouse was immediately beaten back to its original shape.
"You are incompetent. You may harm the master this time."
The emperor's tone gradually became solemn.
"Next time you are incompetent, the people you are going to harm may be the country. The country is not just a river or a mountain, the country is hundreds of millions of people... What you are unable to harm in a moment are the people close to you, and what you are unable to harm in a lifetime They are the people of the world."
Mr. Xin squatted there, his face already a little pale.
He really didn't think about this when he agreed to Lin Ye's request in Yunzhou City and decided to send Chen Weiwei to Geling.
The emperor said slowly: "You only do things for a short time, not to mention the overall situation of the world when you do it. You have not even considered the people close to you. How dare you complain in front of me?"
The emperor said these words in a low voice, but every word was like a thunder that exploded in Mr. Xin's heart and in Mr. Xin's brain.
The emperor stood up, walked slowly to Mr. Xin and looked down at the young man, his personally chosen successor.
"Whether Dayu will be buried in your hands is a matter of the future. You are not the Emperor of Dayu yet, but if something happens to the master because of this incident, do you think the rest of your life will be ruined? Will you feel better one day?"
Mr. Xin changed from squatting to kneeling.
"I knew you would come, and I also thought about what you would do, and even thought about your righteousness."
He lowered his head and said to Mr. Xin: "Even when I got the news, I already thought that Chen Weiwei's magic power would arouse the curiosity of the master."
Hearing him say these words, Mr. Xin raised his head sharply. He did not speak, but his eyes already expressed what he wanted to say.
He wanted to ask the Emperor, since His Majesty had anticipated it, why didn't he stop it?
The emperor saw the meaning in his eyes, but the emperor didn't care.
"You want to ask me, since I thought about it, why didn't I stop it?"
The emperor's voice was still so soft, and there was no strong sarcastic tone, but every word he said was like a slap on Mr. Xin's face.
The Emperor said: "That's what you did, your choice. Why do I have to wipe your butt all the time? Why do I have to keep trying to find a solution for your stupidity?"
Mr. Xin bit his lip. There was no trace of his unruly look when he entered the Imperial Study Room just now.
"I said that I like your temperament, but I also said that I just like the optimism and unrestraint in your temperament, but I also hate these, because if optimism and unrestrainedness go further, it means being irresponsible."
"When it comes to the life and death of the real master, you still come to me with that almost indifferent, playful smile. How should I evaluate you? Say you are more ruthless than me? If you say so, will you be convinced?"
Mr. Xin did not answer. He did not know how to answer and did not dare to answer.
"I know the real master, and you also know the real master."
The emperor returned to the desk, sat down, and opened the next memorial.
"So, if you are really worried about him, then think about what you should do now, instead of asking me confidently and hoping that I will do something."
Mr. Xin kowtowed and said, "My lord, I understand."
The emperor said: "I hope you understand, but I don't think you will understand anything. You can do it yourself."
Mr. Xin stood up, bowed again, and then turned around and left the imperial study.
The moment he walked out of the room, Mr. Xin wanted to slap himself hard for the first time, even though the emperor had already slapped him hundreds of times with words just now.
Yes, why should he lose his temper now?
He should have thought of this, but he didn't even think about it.
"Stop standing at the door."
The emperor's voice came from behind Mr. Xin.
The emperor's tone was still so calm and he said: "I also know what you will think about in a while. You will be thinking about things that you didn't think of at the time. Did Lin Ye think of it at that time?"
The Emperor said: "If you think so, then you are really a heartless and unrighteous person. You are really a person who first thinks about how to shift the responsibility to others no matter what happens."
Mr. Xin was shocked.
Yes, if His Majesty hadn't said these words first, then what he would be thinking about next moment might really be whether Lin Ye had thought of it at that time.
But why did Lin Ye think of it?
Relatively speaking, the real head teacher is important, but Lin Ye is not familiar with the real head teacher, and has never even seen the real head teacher.
Chen Weiwei was Lin Ye's friend and the person involved with Lin Ye, not the master.
That's why Lin Ye cautiously asked him if Chen Weiwei could be sent to Geling for treatment.
At this moment, Mr. Xin had to smile bitterly in his heart.
Yes... Lin Ye thought about it, he must have thought about it, but he couldn't say it out loud, because he really wanted to save Chen Weiwei, because he really thought that the master master was omnipotent.
Because Lin Ye really doesn't understand the real master, who in the whole Dayu doesn't think that the real master is omnipotent?
Mr. Xin's face felt burning pain, as if he had been whipped thousands of times.
Can I... really be a qualified Emperor of Dayu in the future?
I don't know why, with his unruly temperament, he feels so uncomfortable and scared at this time.
He didn't know why, but the emperor had told him so many times before that he should think twice before acting, but this time it was so unforgettable.
After thinking for a moment, he understood why he felt uncomfortable and scared this time.
It's because...the master may actually die from this.
People outside have always speculated whether there was something wrong with the master's body, but he didn't have to guess.
He is one of the few people who knows that the master's body is indeed not as good as before.
In his mind, the words that the master in charge had said before appeared again.
"Maybe I'll die in a few years, and I'll still practice hair after I'm done with it?"
He turned around and flew up fiercely, like a red cloud, quickly flying out of Zhenyuan Palace.
At the window of the imperial study room, the emperor was sitting there looking out, and he had subconsciously put down the pen in his hand.
"Master Guanzhu, he will change it."
Gu Xiujin whispered one sentence beside the emperor, but it was only one sentence. He did not dare to say the second sentence. As a chamberlain, he should not say a word.
The emperor was silent for a moment and picked up the ink pen again.
"I have done enough, and I owe enough. I owe many people, but I don't owe him anything."
