"well."
Zhou Li looked at the only crucian carp in the fish basket with an uncertain expression and sighed, "It's troublesome."
"We're in big trouble."
The old scholar glanced at his empty fish basket, smiled brightly and said, "But there is still good news."
"If you say the good news is that you're going to take my fish away, I'll jump in and make a nest right now."
"Can you have some basic trust in me?"
The old scholar was a little speechless, adjusted himself, and said seriously:
"The good news is that with the help of Princess Yuli, we can try to take the initiative instead of being passively beaten all the time."
"Um?"
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You mean..."
"That's right."
A sly smile appeared on the old scholar's face. He stroked his long beard and said slowly:
"With me in Beiliang, if Mrs. Jin Snake dares to attack, I will make her return in defeat. But you can't stay in Beiliang all your life, and I can't protect you all your life. Moreover, you, the fairy gourd, are not going to be tested. It’ll slow it down.”
"If there is Princess Yuli, when the time is right, you can take the initiative and catch them off guard."
After a pause, the old scholar sighed and said calmly: "There are too many people in the court now who are unreliable. What you have to do is to work hard to become stronger while my old bones can still protect you."
"No need to bother."
Tang Wan on the side shook her head. She was no longer as cute as before, and her eyes were full of frost.
"It's enough to let Zhou Li and Sister Taoyao go back to Tangmen with me."
At this time, Tang Wan looked indifferent, and his white hair was as cold as a snowfall. She looked at the Weishui River and said calmly:
"Young Master of the Tang Clan, if I can't protect my best friend, I will be insulting this family name."
"Ah."
The old scholar stared at Tang Wan's face for a moment and found that even though she had changed into her current appearance, she still overlapped with the aloof and cold young master of the Tang family in his memory.
Except for gender.
"I understand."
Zhou Li patted Tang Wan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "But, I'm afraid that your father will push you down to the ground and beat you when you go back. I'm afraid that you won't be able to get off the stage."
"It doesn't matter."
Tang Wan shook his head and said resolutely: "My grandfather will definitely beat me first. My father can't beat him."
You are quite proud.
"Okay, Tang Wan, it's not like you don't know Zhou Li."
Shaking his head, the old scholar laughed and said: "If he wanted to survive, the young man who was most likely to become the number one scholar in Beiliang Imperial Academy would not have killed the prime minister's son, triggered the abacus case, and ruined his official status."
"It's all in the past, why bring him up?"
Zhou Li smiled and didn't care about this shocking thing.
If it had just been an abacus case, if he had just killed the county magistrate and beheaded the thieves, Zhou Li would still be studying at Taixue, and he would still be the Beiliang student most likely to become the number one scholar.
However, the prime minister who planned everything, loaned money and forced classmate Zhou Li to death just to covet his classmate's sister, was not on that list.
Tang Wan still remembers that the sun set that evening, and the afterglow mixed with blood fell on the city gate of Beiliang. The young master, who was dressed in luxurious silk and satin and had a jade-like face, held the girl's hand with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the tears falling on the back of his hand, and walked swaggeringly through the sea of blood on the abacus case.
What he did was so clean that no one had any evidence that he did it all, and of course, no one dared to have any. After all, he was the son of Fang Ru, the first-rank prime minister of the current dynasty, and not even Dali Temple dared to put him in jail.
This is a demonstration and a mockery. He laughed at the students on the street for not overestimating their abilities, and laughed at them for not being able to reach their own status despite all their efforts. He stood in the street, stepping on the blood flowers, leading the sobbing girl, walking wantonly.
At sunset, when everything seemed to be calm, Zhou Li appeared.
At the end of the street, Zhou Li stepped on the county magistrate's human skin and walked out slowly. He looked at the young master, at the most beloved son of the prime minister who was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. He turned his back to the dusk and took off the jade medal of the Imperial Academy.
Then, there was a sword strike that alarmed 1,356 people in the capital.
Until the moment when the corpses were separated, the Prime Minister did not believe that Zhou Li would really make this slash.
That night, five hundred imperial guards gathered at the gate of Beiliang City. Prime Minister Fang Ru led his whole body with the energy of dragon and tiger, and galloped three thousand miles, holding a sword to kill Zhou Li.
Then, there were the three arrows of the old scholar that pierced the moon in the sky.
No one knows what happened after those three arrows, and no one knows why the old scholar has never left Beiliang City since then. This incident gradually became a topic of conversation among people, and finally, it became unknown history.
Some are just a genius who disappeared from Taixue, and a group of young men who left in anger. Since then, Beiliang Taixue has been in a state of decline, and few talents have appeared.
Breaking away from his memories, Zhou Li looked at the old scholar in front of him and said with a faint smile: "You'd better live for a while longer, otherwise I won't even have a chance to provide you with old age. You're not Big loss?"
"Glib tongue."
Looking at Tang Wan who was silent on the side, the old scholar smiled and said: "If you stay, you will stay. If you want to go back to Tangmen, I will write a letter and your father and grandfather will not hold you accountable. "
"I haven't had any fish yet."
After a pause, Tang Wan snorted and said, "I'm not leaving."
"Hahaha, you kid."
The old scholar laughed heartily, then he looked at Zhou Li and said happily: "In that case, let's meet Princess Yuli today and let's reminisce about old times as old friends."
"Old friends catching up on old times?"
Zhou Li and Tang Wan were both a little confused because they didn't know the so-called Princess Yuli at all. The old scholar only had an unspeakable expression on his face, which made Zhou Li and Tang Wan roll up their sleeves angrily.
"Um?"
At this moment, the empty fish basket appeared in Zhou Li's sight. He rolled his eyes, a bright smile appeared on his face, and said:
"Dear old scholar, are you imitating Jiang Taiwen in ancient times and using the allusion of not catching fish to remind us to let nature take its course? Even if the hook is straight, we can still get what we want?"
"of course not."
Tang Guan on the side held his heart and said melodiously as if singing an opera: "Our old scholar can't bear to hurt the lovely crucian carp. He wants to become the god of fish, fishing on the surface but actually feeding the fish."
Seeing the two people singing and harmonizing, the old scholar couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up directly, looked at the calm water, and said angrily:
"Grandma, I suspect someone electrofished."
"ah?"
Then, Zhou Li and Tang Wan watched as the old scholar took a few steps and rushed directly to the upper reaches of the river. A moment later, carrying a pig-headed man with a bruised nose and swollen face, the old scholar landed in front of Zhou and Li. He flicked his hand and said viciously:
"I just said why the hell I couldn't catch any fish. It turned out that there was an electric fish guy who was causing trouble."
"Forehead."
Looking at the man in front of him who could not recognize his beaten parents, but still had that reasonable temperament that lingered, Zhou Li twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and said hesitantly:
"Is it possible that we know this person?"
"ah?"
The old scholar was stunned for a moment, then he mentioned the pig-headed boy, looked at it, and said in shock:
"Hou Jue?!"
"One's hand, good man."
Hou Jue, who was beaten and confused, was talking nonsense.
(End of chapter)
