The most powerful minister in the world

Yan Sheng stuffed the rice paper into the bamboo tube and put it on the cabinet by the window. In a blink of an eye, he came back and saw Jing Xi sitting in his seat and crossing his legs on the table.

"Just sit tight. Is your butt itchy again?"

Jingxi turned the jade ring on his thumb and said with a smile: "You still think I'm a child, you can't beat me now."

Yan Sheng folded his hands and hung them down naturally. His wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly and he asked provocatively: "Try?"

Jingxi coughed twice, put his legs down from the table, and leaned on his cheeks and said, "You plan to let me study with that doctor?"

Yan Sheng's slightly gray beard said with a smile: "You want to learn from that doctor?"

"Hey, can I still choose?"

"No."

Jingxi licked his teeth, put his hands behind his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "If possible, I still want to learn from you."

"Oh? You still want to learn from me? I don't have the ability to teach you. You are so majestic. You swept through the Chen Kingdom's 200,000 enemy troops and captured the enemy's prince alive."

Jing Xi's little face turned up when he praised her like this, and she said with a rosy face, "That's natural."

"It's a pity that I don't know if you can achieve this feat without me, your family?"

Jingxi's smile came and went as quickly as it came, and he stood up and said displeasedly: "Who are you looking down on? I earned my achievements on the battlefield by myself, and it has nothing to do with him."

Yan Sheng walked over and put his hand on Jing Xi's shoulder and said, "You know whether it matters or not."

Jing Xi refused to accept it and wanted to move, but Yan Sheng's hand clamped him tightly like a pair of pliers. Yan Sheng smiled and exerted force on his hand. Jing Xi, a seventh-level practitioner, knelt down on one knee. on the ground.

"It seems that you are only thinking about building a career and neglecting to practice. For more than two years, you are still at the small level of the seventh level. You still want to compete with me. When I went to the Jingguo negotiations alone, I was close to three hundred swords and axes. Not my body."

"You have only been riding horses and whipping for a few years, and yet you dare to show off in front of me!"

Jingxi knelt on the ground and shouted, "That's wrong, that's wrong, Lao Yantou, you are the great master, are you really powerful?"

There are countless cultivators in the four kingdoms of Chen, Nan, Jing, and Liang, but there are only six great masters, including three from the Northern Barbarians. Anyone who is a great master cannot be viewed with ordinary people's eyes, and the inner meanings within them cannot be used. verbal statement.

There is only one great master in the Southern Kingdom, and that is the Guozijian offering wine and words in front of you.

"Huh? Is it you who calls me Lao Yantou?"

"Ouch, teacher, teacher, I was wrong, my arm is about to be broken."

At this moment, a hurried voice suddenly came from the half-open door: "Old Yan, just now a prison student actually rode into the Imperial College. Someone tried to dissuade him. He even took action, causing minor injuries. Now all the prison students have rushed to the Imperial Academy." I went to Master Mu to seek justice."

Yan Sheng glared at Jing Xi and said coldly: "As soon as you come here, you will sort things out for me. You are not allowed to go anywhere while you are here!"

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

Seeing that Jingxi was honest, Yan Sheng straightened his clothes, opened the door and walked out. Jingxi stood up, rubbed his shoulders and breathed out the fragrance.

Jingxi had nothing to do so he wandered around in the Piyong Hall. This is indeed the place where the emperor lectures. Needless to say, the furnishings are absolutely luxurious and elegant. The building materials are also high-quality rosewood, just these few sticks. The pillar of support cannot be obtained by money.

"Lao Yan, I heard that the troublemaker from the Jing family is coming to our Imperial College. You should give His Majesty some advice. Your Majesty will definitely listen to you."

"Yan Lao, Yan Lao?"

It was true that he heard his voice before he saw him. It wasn't until his voice faded that he knocked on the door. When no one responded, he opened the door and walked in and called out a few times.

Just then, Jingxi suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind, and he suddenly screamed and jumped away.

"who?!!"

Jingxi rubbed his fingers and looked at his clothes. With a brown leaf-colored slanted lapel, he should be the Secretary of the Imperial College, which is currently the vice-president of the university. That's just the official position.

Looking at his appearance, he has a thick mustache on his upper lip and a standard Chinese character face. At first glance, he is a kind person.

The man also turned around and saw Supervisor Jing Xi dressed up. He felt that he had lost his temper just now and coughed twice: "Which class Supervisor are you from? How come I have never seen you before?"

"Oh~ I just came to report today."

Na Siye rolled his eyes and muttered: "You just came today?"

Jingxi took over the conversation and said, "Yes, I just came today."

"Ahem, have you ever met Yan Lao?"

"See you, just left."

Si Ye clapped his hands and said, "It's better to be a little late. The troublemaker from the Jing family is probably coming today. What should we do?"

Jingxi snickered secretly. He didn't know it yet, but the troublemaker of the Jing family was standing in front of him.

"Si Ye, it looks like you're not from Beijing?"

"It's not true. I'm from Nanyang. Hey~ Can I tell you, hurry up and go to morning class!"

Jingxi stood with his hands behind his hands and smiled: "That's not okay, I have to ask you carefully, why did I become such a troublemaker?"

As soon as he said this, Si Ye's pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at Jing Xi from head to toe again. In the end, he probably felt that this was not enough, so he walked around Jing Xi again.

"Are you the second young master of the Jing family?"

Jingxi shook his cloak and said with a smile, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Si Ye also shrunk his chin and murmured: "It is indeed a little different from what I thought."

"What's the difference?"

"I heard that the second young master of the Jing family has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a black mole the size of a thumb on his face. Not only that, he is also said to have bad breath."

"What the hell?!!!!"

Jingxi shouted at the top of his lungs, which made Siye slap his ears to stop him and said: "No noise is allowed in Piyong Hall. Since you are already a student of the Imperial College, I have a few words to tell you."

"First......"

Before he could finish speaking, Jingxi stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and glared angrily: "Who said that to you just now!"

"You are so impudent, put your hands down, how unbecoming is this!"

How could Jingxi listen to him and asked: "Who said that?!"

Si Ye was not afraid either. He grabbed Jing Xi's hand and threatened, "If you don't let go, I will expel you from the Imperial College."

"Hey~ Then I have to thank you properly."

Seeing that Jingxi couldn't get enough, he could only pretend to say: "Lao Yan, you are back."

When Jingxi heard this, he let go of his hand. Si Ye also took the opportunity to run out and shouted outside the door: "What a dirty boy, don't think that you will be lawless if you capture the prince of the enemy country. The prince of this country will jail you." See how I treat you!" After saying that, he rubbed oil on his soles and ran away.

Jingxi laughed and cursed: "Damn it, whoever said that people in the Imperial College don't tell lies is just a fucking fart!"