The atmosphere was depressing and terrifying.

In the study.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi, with his hands on his back, stood in front of the extravagant gold-carved window, looking at the awe-inspiring sword energy rising in front of the gate, and the endless poems that were being recited in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Qin Lishi closed his eyes.

The Northern Expedition essay in the Chunwei exam question came to mind again, making his heart throb uncontrollably.

In front of Qin Lishi's eyes, he seemed to see a handsome young man in white, waving his sword with disdain and cutting the mountain he had gathered with his power into two halves.

A sword opened the mountain. The young man held the sword and walked slowly along the crack in the mountain.

Facing him, he raised his head proudly.

Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Lishi understood that the young man was doing this to gain innocence. He didn't even need to ask for his innocence. The young man could gain innocence by himself.

Although it was reported by the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu Tablet of the Academy of Arts, Anle directly extradited Haoran to join the Wenqu Tablet, so who would dare to accuse him of fraud?

If he, Qin Li Shi, still insisted on talking about Anle and fraud, it would be tantamount to denying Haoran, who had inherited the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. Pang Ji, the second master of the Academy of Arts, who was friends with him, would turn against him, and the senior and third masters would even look at him angrily.

It would make many great scholars in the court who came from academies of arts become angry.

Even though Qin Lishi was in a high and powerful position, he could not bear such public anger.

The sound of reciting poems outside the Prime Minister's Mansion continued, and each poem was like a slap in the face, because after Anle finished reciting a poem, he would add a sentence and copy another poem.

head.

He mentioned that every poem was copied, which was undoubtedly a mockery of Qin Lishi's blindness and dirty behavior.

Qin Lishi knew that his youngest son Qin Qianqiu was adding fuel to the fire, but he did not stop it, and even acquiesced, so he could be called complicit. This slap at this moment was not innocent at all.

However, he couldn't do it if he was asked to walk out of the prime minister's house and bow his head to apologize to the young man.

Suddenly, a figure walked by the window.

A man in a blue shirt, with his hair simply pulled up by a wooden hairpin, and a handsome face saluted him with cupped fists.

"Father, my son can go and take a trip for his father."

The man said.

The man was none other than the son of Qin Lishi who had a romantic relationship with a maid. He was Qin Huaan's direct bloodline.

Qin Lishi didn't pay much attention to the heir born out of passion at first, but it wasn't until Qin Hua'an showed his excellent cultivation talent that he slowly began to pay attention to it.

After Qin Huaan obtained the Little Holy Order with his own ability, Qin Lishi really paid attention to it.

This time, Qin Huaan took the initiative to stand up, and Qin Lishi felt mixed emotions.

"No, you are preparing for the palace examination. Don't let this ruin your morale. Let Qianqiu go."

Qin Lishi finally refused.

It was Prime Minister Qin who came forward to represent him this time. After all, he still did not want the son born by this maid to represent him.

But the explanations and steps were given in words, which can be regarded as a lot of changes in attitude.

Qin Hua'an, who was wearing a blue shirt, didn't have much emotional change when he heard this. He seemed to have been used to it. He just cupped his fists and said softly: "Okay."

Then he turned around and left, disappearing among the green shades of the prime minister's garden.

…

…

In the pavilion where the meandering water flows, it seems as if the water has stopped and is no longer flowing.

The spring breeze carried the coldness and blew by, causing Qin Qianqiu's body to feel slightly chilly.

"How dare he, how dare he do this!"

Qin Qianqiu held the chess piece in his hand, his face turned slightly pale, and he seemed to have a deep breath stuck in his heart, unable to let it out.

The poems one after another were like bloody knives, piercing into his body and bringing out bright red blood.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to completely tarnish Anle's reputation and chip away at his morale, but he never thought that this son would actually take this opportunity to extradite Haoran in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion and express his will. Instead, he slapped the Qin Prime Minister's face.

.

After this time, the world calls him the Prime Minister of Qin. How old-sighted he is to accuse such a talented scholar who can extradite Haoran for fraud!

This made Qin Qianqiu feel a surge of unknown anger in his heart. He failed again and again with this boy, which made him extremely depressed.

Wang Qinhe, who was beside him, stared blankly at the Qingzheng Sword Qi surging outside Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, as bright as the sun, and the extradited Haoran, and his whole person fell into a daze.

Is this the happiness we have today?

The peace and joy of fighting him before Chunwei had changed a lot. Under this sword energy, Wang Qinhe didn't know why, but he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

His heart acquiesced in Qin Qianqiu's behavior of slandering Anle, like a dark and smelly sewage, illuminated by the mighty sword energy that was as bright as the sun, and was actually cut away by indifference, along with his will, which offended him

He even lost the courage to draw his sword.

For a moment, Wang Qinhe felt a little unmotivated. He picked up the Dragon's Back Knife and looked at the gap on the Dragon's Back Knife. He sighed for a long time.

He will never be able to catch up with happiness in this life.

In fact, he no longer has the qualifications to even compete with him.

Just when Qin Qianqiu was furious, a figure slowly appeared in the water pavilion.

"Sir, I asked you to go to the prime minister's palace to settle the matter."

When Qin Qianqiu saw this man, he held back his anger. This man was a powerful and close confidant of Prime Minister Qin. His cultivation level was extremely high and unfathomable.

"good."

Qin Qianqiu knew that if things continued like this, it would be of no benefit to the face of Qin Xiangfu. The longer it was delayed, the more Qin Xiangfu would become a joke.

…

…

In front of the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion.

An Le took a sip of wine. The wine was almost at the bottom. He did not use his cultivation to suppress the drunkenness, so he was slightly tipsy, but it made him even more heroic.

The ink pool on his waist could not help but rise into the air, turning into an ink-colored sword light that kept flying past.

The energy of calligraphy and ink continued to pour into the ink pool, causing Mochi, a half-step fifth-grade sword, to emit a clear sword chant at this moment. The next moment, a sword energy burst out, and the surrounding sword energy burst out like ink stains.

burst.

This sword has finally entered the ranks of fifth-grade magic weapons!

The three Confucian scholars who copied the poems had dry mouths, flushed faces, and embarrassment.

They trembled and copied poems for Anle, feeling each poem, and the wolf hair became a little heavier after their hands. Finally, it became more and more heavy, killing the scholarly spirit in their hearts.

They had been waiting for the Academy's literary and music rankings, and they were somewhat complacent and proud. But now, this complacency and pride have long been crushed to dust.

Mochi hung in front of Anle, who stretched out his hand to touch it gently, glanced at the opened door of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, and the figure walking out of the door, and continued to recite the poem in his mouth.

"Your body and name will be destroyed, but the flow of rivers will not be destroyed forever."

The face of the Confucian scholar who copied the poems changed dramatically, and the faces of the Confucian scholars around him who were on the literary and music lists also turned red, feeling ashamed and angry.

Facing An Le's scolding, there was nothing he could do, and the literati spirit in his heart was completely defeated.

Anle smiled, but said nothing. He just picked up the wine pot and drank the last sip of old yellow wine in the pot.

The Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, which had been closed for a long time, was finally opened.

Qin Qianqiu, who was dressed in fine clothes, walked out slowly. He stared at An Le, who was sitting on a chair and drinking freely.

Qin Qianqiu took a deep breath and said: "Mr. An, my father ordered me to tell you that he was negligent in the imperial examination fraud case. You are innocent."

After Qin Qianqiu finished speaking, he ignored her and turned around to leave.

This sentence can be regarded as a compromise and an explanation given by Prime Minister Qin. It is just an explanation for the Academy of Literature, not Anle.

However, Anle stood up from the chair and stretched.

Looking at Qin Qianqiu, he sneered.

The white python of awe-inspiring sword energy burst out from his body, roared violently, turned into an extremely cold sword light, and slashed towards Qin Qianqiu.

Qin Qianqiu turned around suddenly and saw the sword energy coming towards him!

"Anle, you are brave!"

Qin Qianqiu shouted angrily, and the turtle shell defensive magic weapon Diamond Bell reappeared.

However, when Haoran's sword energy slashed down, the diamond bell was useless. The sword energy passed through the defense of the diamond bell, and Qin Qianqiu felt a chill all over his body.

Then there was a black shadow similar to him behind him, howling, twisting, roaring and being cut in half, like a filthy little devil under the bright sun, which turned into ashes and disappeared.

Qin Qianqiu's legs went weak, his liver and gallbladder were split, and he sat paralyzed on the ground. The darkness, viciousness and other thoughts in his heart were all full of cracks, including his soul.

The refined mind fell back to its fetal breath under the slash of this awe-inspiring sword energy.

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