The painting academy was silent.
Tang Hu noticed something strange, looked up at several of his close classmates, and wondered, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Do you really think the teacher won't scold me? I really didn't lie to you!"
His head is very big.
Everyone in Taishan Academy knows that the doctor is very fond of them and rarely scolds them.
As a result, his classmates now don't believe him at all.
It is so difficult to be a genius, and it is difficult to let others accept your mediocrity.
Why!
"No!"
"Senior Brother Tang, don't get me wrong, we just think you are...stupid!"
A disciple from the painting academy said seriously.
Others also nodded, shook their heads and sighed, thinking that Tang Hu had missed a huge opportunity.
However.
These words irritated Tang Hu, who blushed: "What do you mean? Who is stupid? You'd better explain clearly, otherwise don't blame me for getting angry!"
A disciple from the painting academy looked at Tang Hu and asked, "Doesn't Senior Brother Tang Hu know what Taishan Academy represents?"
"Ha~"
Tang Hu sneered: "Isn't it founded by Prince Lin Yi of Dayan? What's so great about the imperial academy?"
Talented people are usually arrogant.
"Why!"
"Brother Tang Hu missed a huge opportunity!"
Everyone in the painting academy sighed again.
At this time.
A disciple from the painting academy clenched his fists, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth and said: "Tang Hu, that's enough!"
Uh-huh!
His eyes immediately turned to the source of the sound, and he discovered that it was Wen Zhengming, a junior fellow in the art academy.
He is also one of the eight most talented people in the capital.
However, he is a loner and has no good popularity.
Tang Hu was stunned: "Junior Brother Wen?"
Why was this junior brother who he had a good relationship with looked at him like this?
"Taishan Academy, I have always dreamed of going there. I don't believe you don't want to go to Taishan Academy to study."
Wen Zhengming gritted his teeth and said: "Stop your sage face! You just want to tell us that Taishan Academy invited you, but you are not interested, and then use this to humiliate us as inferior to you, right?"
"I……"
Tang Hu was stunned. He looked at Wen Zhengming in shock, then looked at the other people in the art academy, shook his head and said, "I didn't!"
Are these people crazy?
"Shut up!"
Wen Zheng famously said: "Taishan Academy, a sacred place of literature and Taoism, has two articles on subjugating the country. Recently, a shocking masterpiece has appeared, reaching the level of subduing the world, which can make people realize the Tao and become a saint!"
"Did you know that many people from Qingshan Academy applied to study at Taishan Academy, but were rejected directly?"
"Under the archway outside Taishan Academy, the posts are almost symmetrical to the hills. Scholars who want to study queued up from Taishan to the capital, but you... just sneered. Isn't this an insult to us?"
Wen Zhengming was very emotional, and then collapsed and collapsed on the ground, crying loudly.
"Why!"
"Why don't you invite me to Taishan Academy?"
"I...I even resigned from the academy!"
"Woo..."
Wen Zhengming collapsed on the ground, covered his face and cried loudly.
Other painting academy disciples also lowered their heads, feeling extremely depressed. Someone patted Wen Zhengming on the back to comfort him.
And Tang Hu seemed to be isolated.
A man stood in the painting academy in a daze, his body under his Confucian shirt trembling uncontrollably.
"Suppress...suppress the country?"
"Zhen...zhenshi?"
Tang Hu was greatly shocked in his heart and spirit, and felt dizzy.
"Confucius of the Holy Academy was promoted to the rank of sub-sage because of an article about subjugating the country, and the Holy Academy was renamed as the Holy Academy of Zhenguo... Now Prince Lin Yi's Taishan Academy actually has two articles about subjugating the country, consecutively... There is also the legendary sacred text of Heavenly Dao that governs the world."
"I...actually missed it?"
Snapped!
Tang Hu raised his hand and slapped himself. He turned around and ran out of the art academy without saying anything.
He quickly went down the mountain.
Want to find the figure of Prince Lin Yi.
But Lin Yi had already left, leaving Tang Hu with a dull look on his face under the academy archway.
He seemed to have been drained of his essence and was half dead.
He missed an opportunity.
An opportunity to let smoke rise from the ancestral graves...and all this is because of his damn pride.
…
Lin Yi, who left Qingshan Academy, returned to the palace.
After a short rest, Lin Yunhong's summons to summon him was sent to the Mingde Hall of the East Palace.
After being taken advantage of by the palace maid and taking advantage of her, she put on her clothes and headed to the royal study.
Nowadays, Lin has lost his youthfulness and become more mature.
He also gradually acquired the temperament of a crown prince.
Even...a bit like a king.
In the royal study.
Lin Yunhong looked at Lin Yi up and down, the more he looked, the more pleased he became.
It made him see his younger self.
Handsome.
Out of the dust.
Calm.
confidence.
"Prince, when do you plan to set off?" Lin Yunhong asked.
"Tomorrow!"
Lin Yi's originally scheduled departure date was tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
But the helper has been called.
There was nothing wrong with Taishan Academy, and the imperial court... his father didn't ask him to help review the memorial.
The station operates stably.
The Dayan Weekly was also on track, so he did not intend to waste time. He could go a day earlier... and get an extra day to understand the situation in the north.
"kindness!"
Lin Yunhong said seriously: "It's okay to go early, but can you arrange for someone to accompany you? If not, I will ask Chen Ziyang, the Grand Scholar of the Martial Palace, to accompany you to the northern border!"
"In addition, I will let Dayan Weekly publish the news of your northern tour. In this way, King Zhenbei will not dare to risk the world and attack you!"
Lin Yi's trip was risky, and Lin Yunhong couldn't get away.
The second-grade sub-sages in the capital were Li Mobai, the dean of Qingshan Academy, and Kong Zhongzi, but these three... were not the ones he could invite if he wanted to.
After all, this could be a life-threatening choice.
Especially Kong Zhongzi... he had completely broken with the imperial court!
Lin Yidao: "I already have suitable candidates, but... I don't know if they are willing."
"oh?"
Lin Yunhong was surprised: "Who?"
"The dean of Qingshan Academy and the doctor Li Mobai!" Lin Yidao.
"..."
Lin Yunhong looked stunned, breathing a little quickly, and said, "What did they say?"
Lin Yidao: "Still considering!"
"Why!"
Lin Yunhong sighed softly and looked at Lin Yidao: "Prince, don't be discouraged. Although there are risks in going here, you are now able to take charge of yourself. I believe you can handle everything."
"If you can't move King Zhenbei, don't take any risks. There will always be opportunities!"
Lin Yunhong looked at the Dayan map hanging on the wall of the study room, and the focus of his eyes fell on the northern area.
"Prince, you have to remember that the King of Zhenbei is not the most important, the Northern Territory is!"
"If the Northern Territory can peacefully return to the embrace of Dayan, we will not use force if we can!"
"Even if the King of Zhenbei dies, he will not win the hearts of the Zhenbei army. The northern territory... is still difficult to hold in the palm of your hand. Only the support of the people and the army can improve Dayan's national destiny."
After the words fell, Lin Yunhong turned to look at Lin Yi and chuckled: "I must return safely from this trip!"
"I... plan to hand over Dayan's empire to you!"
