"What?"
Jiang Xuanqing chuckled: "You can't do it, can't you? I know that in your heart, you actually love the Young Master more than anyone else. Since that's the case, don't get angry at him and quarrel with him every time."
"Why don't we take this opportunity to take him to your side and take care of him? If he is with his father, he might learn and grow with you, what do you think?"
Military advisors also plan their plans.
Li Pingshi frowned and was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "Will he come if I ask him to come? He is not an ordinary child at all. Forcing him to come here will only be counterproductive."
"Instead of that, it would be better to give everything directly to him and leave on my own."
"Teacher!" Zuo Shi's eyes widened, never expecting that the leader would say such a thing.
Jiang Xuanqing naturally had other methods. She smiled faintly: "The young leader is a child now, but he can only get along with the family members of Yangming Palace. Why not try to let him communicate with his peers?"
"I heard that the two sons of Palace Master Wu Xing and Master Ju Bao are very good. How about taking those two children over and letting them get along with each other?"
Seeing that Li Pingshi did not refuse, but fell into deep thought, Jiang Xuanqing continued: "It is certainly a good thing that the Mingjiao is at peace now, but if everyone takes this as a matter of course, when the Mingjiao needs to conquer the Central Plains, others will There will inevitably be complaints.”
"In addition, since the practice of magic arts was banned, the elders who do not have ancestral martial arts have been constantly expressing their dissatisfaction."
"The master of the Palace of Military Punishment, who is in charge of the battle, has become more and more ambitious to conquer the Central Plains. If he sees that the children get along well, his attitude towards the Guangming Palace may be softened."
Li Pingshi pondered for a long time, squinting at the ground and pouting: "It's a good idea, but will that guy accept it? Even if I invited him to a banquet before, he would try to refuse in every possible way."
When Jiang Xuanqing saw the leader's promise, he smiled gently and said: "They are all young people, they should be able to do it."
"Then it's up to you, military advisor, to take care of this matter. Remember to inform Hou Qian of this matter in advance."
Li Pingshi stood up and walked out the door, waving his hand and saying, "Tell Hou Qian that if anything happens to the heirs of the Secret Palace, including him, all the family members of Yangming Palace will die."
"Yes, I will tell him the truth, but where are you going?"
"Bamboo Pavilion."
Jiang Xuanqing trotted to the door and shouted: "After all, you come back and deal with the academic affairs before leaving!"
"Leave." Li Pingshi ignored him completely.
"Okay, walk slowly."
The right envoy Zhan Yangbo asked loudly: "Hey, military advisor! What do you think? Let the young leader enter the Palace of Light? I think it is too easy to abolish his position as the young leader now!"
"The right envoy is right. What if the leader really passes the throne to him? How many times have I told you that you will never let that little devil take over? Do you plan to destroy the Ming Cult?"
Jiang Xuanqing rolled his eyes and sighed: "Do you think it is best to abolish the young leader? You don't understand the leader too well."
"When the leader abandons the young leader, it will be the day he abandons the Ming Cult." She said sternly: "Do you want to see that kind of ending? If you don't want to, don't mention the abolition of the throne again."
Zhang Kuanghao said angrily: "What do you mean by this? Don't you believe that the strong is respected in the Ming Dynasty? Do you think it is reasonable to let a person with no bloodline inherit the position of leader?"
Absolute pulse is a curse that has been carried by the young leader since birth. The existence of the extremist pulse makes it impossible for him to smoothly circulate his true energy and practice martial arts.
No matter what method is used, the young leader's terminal illness cannot be cured, and even the cause cannot be identified.
Therefore, the leader Li Pingshi has been hiding Li Yiqing from appearing in front of the Secret Palace and the Council of Elders.
He wanted to send Li Yiqing as far away as possible, as far away from Mingjiao as possible.
"The broken pulse cannot be repaired unless the leader of the church teaches him the Beiming Divine Technique."
Zhang Kuanghao frowned and said, "But we must prevent this from happening no matter what."
Beiming Sheng Kung is the ancestral martial art of the Li family. It can absorb other people's true energy and then convert it into one's own internal power.
Every young leader must first absorb the internal strength of the current leader before he can ascend to the throne of leader.
The current leader, Li Pingshi, is no exception.
"It's enough to pass it on to him, but what if the young leader who is suffering from terminal disease can't bear it? By then, even the leader will be in trouble! Are we going to watch the leader of the Ming Cult disappear?"
They had deduced that the probability that the young cult leader with terminal pulse could withstand Beiming's magical power was less than 30%.
Jiang Xuanqing let out a long sigh: "I advise you not to do those useless things. It's late at night, so I'll go back first."
"Strategic Advisor!" Zhang Kuanghao said angrily with a gloomy face: "In that case, then don't stop me, I will solve this matter!"
Seeing this, Jiang Xuanqing could only sigh helplessly.
…
It has been some time since the young leader returned from Yangming Palace.
But Xiao Zhe always felt a little strange. He didn't know whether Yangming Palace had changed because of Li Yiqing's mood, or whether Yangming Palace was contrary to its violent owner and was so deserted.
Except for hearing the young leader's screams in the middle of the night, Xiao Zhe could hardly hear any sound in this huge Yangming Palace.
Li Yiqing likes simple things without too many decorations. He usually reads poetry collections that have nothing to do with martial arts or takes care of orchids.
His ferocious side like a beast was completely hidden. Just looking at his recent behavior, even Xiao Zhe felt that maybe the young leader was originally an elegant person.
He raised six pots of orchids, but he did not water one of them today.
Xiao Zhe was a little surprised and confused: "Why don't you water that pot of orchids?"
"Because it has no expectations for life."
"What's the meaning?"
The young leader said slowly: "The tips of its leaves are yellow and the leaves are drooping. No matter how hard I tried to take care of it before, it has not made any improvement. I guess it is because it doesn't want to make changes."
Xiao Zhe said in surprise: "But haven't you raised it for a long time?"
"Some people put their efforts into seeing it bloom, but if it doesn't want to bloom, how about other people's efforts not being cruel to it?"
“Then why do you want orchids?”
Li Yiqing lowered his eyebrows and stroked the pot of withered orchids, "Because I raise orchids, maybe I can understand that person's thoughts."
Xiao Zhe stared blankly at the thin figure in front of him. He did not expect that the young leader would answer seriously.
I never expected that a child of such an old age could say such meaningful words.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Zhe sat alone on a wooden chair in the courtyard. Because the young leader often screamed in the middle of the night, he was used to standing guard outside the door.
Thinking back to what happened during the day, Xiao Zhe shook his head. He thought too much. After all, that guy was essentially a murderous bastard.
However, what kind of person the young leader is has nothing to do with him.
All he has to do is wait for the order to come down and leave after completing his mission.
From the corner of his eye, Xiao Zhe saw that the door to the back room was not closed. Could it be that he had not closed it just now?
This is impossible.
His eyes widened suddenly, he took out the dagger, and after entering the back room, there was an open space where servants would usually wait for the young leader's permission before entering his dormitory.
The shadows of the two people were reflected on the door, and the young leader was seen slumped on the ground, while a woman seemed to be holding a dagger high.
Xiao Zhe broke open the door and rushed in, "Young Master!"
