Sitting steadily in the sedan chair, Mi Yi's mood could not calm down for a long time, and he was always worried. He thought of many things and thought about the process of answering with His Highness Zhao today, and couldn't help but feel confused.

He was even more confused. How should he explain when he saw Queen Zhao? I think His Highness, who is known as a wise king, would not blame him.

Yes, I just spoke without saying anything. With His Royal Highness Zhao's demeanor, I think I will forgive you soon.

I...but...

It's just...

When he got out of the sedan chair, his body trembled.

Suddenly, cold sweat as big as beans on his forehead came out, and the back of his collar was soaked.

It's just...describes the emperor as stupid...

Stupid... doesn't it mean... I don't look like a monarch?

This is a rebellious word, of course, not direct and very obscure.

But in the current Da Chen, the influence of this sentence is...

Thinking of this, Mi Yi's face suddenly turned pale as paper. After leaving the palace for so long and thinking about it for so much, he suddenly realized that he... had created a huge mistake.

He once served as a guest at the Prince's Mansion of Beihai County and had some understanding of the current situation. His identity was just like that, and his son said something that his Majesty could not be taught, this...

At this time, behind him, someone patted his shoulder, and Mi Yi subconsciously turned around.

But he was a person with a plain face. Such a person was extremely inconspicuous among the crowd. He looked like a shopman with a loyal smile on his face, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows were even more clumsy.

"Dare you ask, is it Mr. Mi?" The man smiled and bowed politely to Mi Yi.

But at this moment, a deep look of fear suddenly appeared in Mi Yi's eyes, as if a current instantly permeated his whole body.

He shivered in horror, then subconsciously retreated, turned his head, and wanted to escape.

But when he turned around, he bumped into a person behind him, he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry... please let me go."

The man was close to his body, but he didn't know that under this man's sleeve, a sharp blade was shining with a faint light, snorting...

The next moment, the dagger pierced his abdomen.

Uh...uh...

A sharp pain spread throughout his body quickly, and a strange sound came from Mi Yi's throat, but he felt his abdomen moist. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. At this time, the dagger poked his abdomen like lightning.

laugh……

laugh……

laugh……

After seven or eight stabs, the dagger took back his sleeves with countless flesh and blood, and Mi Yi's abdomen had been stabbed to pieces, and blood splashed out.

Mi Yi Zhang's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He wanted to see this person clearly. There was no expression on this person's face. He supported Mi Yi and slowly reached the corner of the wall.

The man's face was still calm, and he only looked at Mi Yi with his ordinary eyes, and then looked at the person Mi Yi wanted to avoid. Then the two of them walked slowly in different directions. Finally, they turned into the alley next to them and disappeared again.

After a while, Mi Yi fell to the ground and fell into a pool of blood. His eyes were still wide open, his whole body was covered in blood, and his throat was still unwilling to make a faint uh...uh sound.

His body began to twitch, like a squinting, as if it was a physiological conditioned reflex.

And it was not until then that someone realized...

Many people looked here and suddenly a scream sounded. On the long street, the crowd was suddenly in chaos. In an instant, the street was cleared and there was no more person.

Only Mi Yi covered his abdomen, and the blood on his body seemed to have flowed out, and his whole body gradually became whiter.

On this suddenly cold street, he raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was still shining brightly today, but the sun was getting dimmer and dimmer. The world in his eyes seemed to gradually drop a dark curtain.

Finally, Mi Yi stopped moving, until a stick of incense came tremblingly, looking at the already stiff corpse.

In the Museum of Literature and History, Chen Zhijing and Chen Yishou were still sitting here. A bachelor personally brewed a good dress of tea for them. Other Hanlin people surrounded the two of them with stars.

Chen Zhijing raised the teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but say, "The tea in the Hanlin Temple is not good."

A bachelor of attendants hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the magistrate..."

"No need to apologize." Chen Zhijing smiled gently and put down the teacup. When he smiled, his eyes seemed to be smiling. He tried his best not to put pressure on others. He slowly said: "I will give you more than a dozen kilograms of good tea in a few days. Hanlin is the pillars of our dynasty. You can save anything, but this tea is unsavory."

Everyone laughed and thanked Chen Zhi repeatedly.

Chen Zhijing sighed, "This is not a grace. I don't like to listen to these words. It depends on the king's world for five hundred years. When the emperor was there, he repeatedly reminded him that he should respect the wise and inferior people so that he could return to the world. You are all the people. If some tea is considered grace, it is a loss from the court, which is just right."

He raised his eyes and was surfing among the crowd. His sudden eyes fell on Yang Zhenxing, and then said, "Are you Yang Zhenxing? I remember correctly."

Yang Zhenxing looked surprised, his eyes filled with excitement, and he hurriedly said, "The official is Yang Zhenxing... Your Highness actually remembers..."

"Why don't you remember?" Chen Zhijing pointed at Yang Zhenxing and smiled at Chen Yishou beside him, "Mr. Chen, he is a Jinshi in the second grade, right? I have read his time articles, and the article is very sharp, and it hurts the harm of the clan."

Yang Zhenxing was immediately ashamed: "I was young and ignorant at that time."

Chen Zhijing shook his head: "No, no, no, if you say this, I will not be happy. What I like most is this spirit. I am also a clan member, but is it completely harmless to have so many clan members in Dachen? No matter how I look at it, there are always some unfilial sons. To revitalize the court, not only to educate the people, but also to take care of the clan membership, so that we can prevent problems from happening and not cause any disaster in the future."

Yang Zhenxing's face turned red with excitement and looked at Chen Zhijing with reverence.

Chen Zhijing picked up the tea, but refused to drink it anymore. He just smiled and said, "But when it comes to education, I have to mention Chen Kaizhi again. Chen Kaizhi..." He looked at Chen Kaizhi and continued, "I have someone like Chen Xiu, why worry about not being able to educate you?"

He sat here for an hour and really worried everyone. He praised it greatly. All those who were named after the name were honored.

Chen Kaizhi nodded and said, "Your Highness praises you."

Chen Zhijing smiled again and said, "Oh... It's a pity. Although you, Chen Kaizhi, refused to go to Professor Wenlou to study, you are still an official in the court and can share the worries of the court. But Mr. Mi is even more indifferent. I find a loophole and must visit him well and ask him to come out. He was recommended by Yansheng Gong. His character and knowledge are really impeccable."

Speaking of this, Chen Zhijing sighed melancholy.

Chen Yishou only smiled faintly and said slowly: "If Mr. Mi knew that His Highness was so concerned about him, he would be very grateful."

The other Hanlin people couldn't help but laugh, and more and more people showed admiration for King Zhao.

Seeing His Highness of Zhao's worrying look, he couldn't help but feel something for King Zhao's courtesy of his wise men.

"Chen Xiu...Chen Xiu..."

King Zhao called Chen Kaizhi again.

Chen Kaizhi had just walked away for a while, but then he hurriedly regained his consciousness and looked up at Chen Zhijing.

His Highness Zhao was still kind and said with concern: "Did editor Chen Xiu feel uncomfortable? Why doesn't his soul belong?"

Chen Kaizhi glanced at him deeply and said, "The officials may feel a little uncomfortable."

"Oh." Chen Zhi smiled Jing: "Young people should carefully care about their bodies." After that, he grew up: "Okay, it's not too early, and I should leave too. Please do your best to do your best."

Chen Yishou also stood up.

So everyone burst out, and Chen Zhijing looked back and said, "No need to give it to me. In front of me, there is no need for such a polite courtesy. I am already very pleased that you can perform your duties."

Several bachelors were sent out, but King Zhao and Chen Yishou had just left, but the Museum of Literature and History suddenly became an uproar.

Many people praised him one after another: "Your Highness is really a wise king."

"It is rare to be so polite and noble. When I saw the Prince of Beihai, my eyes were all looking at the sky." The speaker seemed to feel that he had lost his words and hurriedly changed the topic: "Mr. Chen Xiu, it's such a pity that many people are eager to go to Wenlou to teach the emperor even if they can't come. You actually refused, this..."

"Yes, yes, Chen Xiu, this is an excellent opportunity."

Faced with such envy, Chen Kaizhi just smiled at them and bowed, "I still need the heat."

However, Deng Jian also danced, pulled Chen Kaizhi's sleeve and whispered: "This King Zhao is so majestic, tolerant and elegant, and treats people so kindly. It is really rare. When the senior brother saw his conversation, he was so glad that I, Chen, have such a wise king, why worry about the world not prospering?"

Chen Kaizhi still smiled and said, "Senior Brother is right."

Seeing that the people around were far away from the two brothers, Deng Jian looked a little angry and blamed him: "Kaizhi, you are so unreasonable, it's really outrageous. Why, do you have any prejudice against His Highness Zhao?"
Chapter completed!