The most powerful minister in the world

Following the loud ringing of the bell, the students of the Imperial College were holding books and walking by the lake. The fiery red maple leaves fell without wind, and all that came to their ears was the gentle and jade-like sounds of young people playing.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Jingxi popped his head out from around the corner, clapped his hands and said, "Everyone is gone, let's get started."

Behind him, he saw a chubby little man carrying a big broom with a depressed expression.

"Master Jing, why should I help you clean the yard? I haven't finished a lot of homework yet."

Jingxi ate the dried fruit that he got from who knows where, and spit out the core: "Hey, I do it for your own good, sir. Look at the fat on your body, do you need to lose some weight?"

Liu Huangying curled her lips and turned to leave. Jingxi quickly pulled him back and said, "Hey, why are you so ungrateful? Let's do this. I'll hire you for my money."

Upon hearing the silver, Liu Huangying's eyes lit up, she pushed the broom on her shoulder to the ground, stretched out her hand and said, "Fifteen taels!"

"Are you crazy? It costs fifteen taels to clean the yard?! My boss Qian's monthly salary is only this amount."

When Liu Huangying heard this, she dropped the broom on the ground, put her hands in her sleeves and twisted her hips to leave. Jingxi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, fifteen taels, fifteen taels, finish it before dark!"

Liu Huangying stretched out her hand unmoved: "Give me the money first, and then do the work."

Jing Xi angrily threw the dried fruits in his hand at Liu Huangying and cursed: "Master, how can I rely on your money? If you like doing it, get out if you don't like it. If I don't see you getting involved with the Liu family, Kiss me, I can use you!"

Seeing that Jingxi was getting angry, Liu Huangying patted her round belly, picked up the broom and started sweeping.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Work hard. I can't owe you anything, young master. Ha~ I'm sleepy. I'll go over there and take a nap. Someone will call me."

As he spoke, Jingxi spotted a maple tree with red leaves and climbed up, lying on the thick branches and taking a nap.

Liu Huangying muttered below: "Fifteen taels is fifteen thousand copper coins. Five cents can buy a bushel of rice. Fifteen taels can buy three thousand bushels of rice. A chicken costs ten coins..."

Jingxi didn't know how long he had slept, but he could only hear waves of beautiful whistles coming from his ears. The whistles were gentle and desolate, making him heartbroken.

Jingxi couldn't help but become interested, and he did a backflip off the tree and walked towards the direction where the whistle came from. He heard Liu Huangying dissuading him from behind: "Master Jing, don't go. Only Master Mu will be here playing the flute at this time." , he doesn’t like others to disturb him.”

Jingxi ignored him with his hands behind his back and walked in circles for almost a hundred paces. When he came out of a corridor and lifted up the slightly withered vines, he saw a person sitting in the pavilion.

The man was wearing a sapphire blue two-color gold jacket, with a white and light orange dragon and phoenix pattern belt tied around his waist. His jet black hair was tied up by a jade crown, and he had a pair of amber phoenix eyes. He really looked like a boy or a girl.

The slender fingers pressed back and forth in Xiao Space, and moving notes floated out.

Jingxi became drunk without realizing it, and stumbled out of the corridor, making a huge noise that successfully attracted the man's attention.

The man twisted his long neck and placed the bamboo Xiao on his thigh, looking straight at Jing Xi.

Jingxi touched his head awkwardly, then gave a thumbs up and said, "Well done, do you want a reward?"

A gust of breeze blew between the two of them, giving off an atmosphere that was hard to describe.

"I recognize you, the second young master of the Jing family, Jing Xi!"

Hearing that the person playing the flute in the pavilion recognized him, Jingxi shouted: "It will be easier if he recognizes me." Jingxi quickly jumped up to the pavilion and sat next to him, "You are really good at playing the flute, but you are a little sad. Is there any If you are cheerful, can you play something and let me hear it?"

"Haha, they say that the second young master of the Jing family is uninhibited and unrestrained. I don't think it's right to follow him, and he also has to add another one that is impolite!"

Jing Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his aura burst out: "If I guessed correctly, you should be that Mu Sheng, right?!"

Mu Sheng nodded slightly and said, "That's right."

At this moment, Jing Xi suddenly grabbed Mu Sheng's wrist, pinched it hard and asked angrily: "I heard that the old man said, are you planning to kick me out of the Imperial College?"

Mu Sheng frowned and tried to break away, but his hands were powerless and he could only let Jing Xi hold on.

"You entered the Imperial College on horseback and beat up the supervisors. As the chief registrar of the Imperial College, I naturally have to perform official duties!"

"Master?" Jingxi exerted force again, and Mu Sheng's hand reluctantly let go of the bamboo bamboo in his hand. Jingxi immediately caught it and started playing with it, "What rank is that bird official?"

Just when Jing Xi thought he was protecting Mu Sheng, he smiled and said, "It's just a higher official than the second young master."

Jing Xi's face sank. Now that His Majesty has taken away all his positions, he is not just a person without official status.

"Do you also want to take a few punches from me to feel comfortable?! Huh?!"

Mu Sheng's hands and eyes looked purple, but he still kept his face and laughed: "Second Young Master's fists are known all over the city, how can I ask for trouble?"

"That's true. I'll give it to you, Xiao. Play a cheerful song for me. If I think it's good, I'll let you go."

Mu Sheng took Xiao and signaled Jingxi to let go. Jingxi snorted and shook it away.

Mu Sheng rubbed his wrist and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, before I start blowing, I have something I would like to ask you."

Jingxi crossed his legs and said, "You fart."

Mu Sheng stood up, walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and asked: "Second Young Master, it took the Jing family army three years to recapture five cities in southern Xinjiang. Not long ago, you personally led the black cavalry to capture the enemy's second prince, Li." You Junhao is truly a role model for us."

Jingxi smiled and waved his hands, pretending to be humble, but he didn't expect Mu Sheng's next words to make him run away.

"I just don't know. Lian Yicheng was trapped for more than seventy days. How many black knights died in capturing the enemy's prince?"

Jing Xi's original smiling face was cut in half by anger. He stepped forward and grabbed Mu Sheng's collar until he pressed him against the beam.

Both of these incidents were stains of Jing Xi's own actions or underestimating the enemy's aggressive advance. The matter of Lian Yicheng was not so bad, after all, at that time, most of Chen Guo's main forces were contained.

But the five hundred black knights who captured Li Junhao and died were all caused by Jingxi. It was like a thorn in his heart. He felt a faint pain when no one mentioned it, but as long as someone wanted to Or if you touch this thorn accidentally, it will cause heartbreaking pain!

"Who told you, who?!"

Mu Sheng was already suspended in the air by him, and it became difficult to breathe.

"Ahem...Such great achievements naturally arouse curiosity."

"You still say that!" Jingxi's roar startled a flock of birds in the courtyard.

Mu Sheng still looked directly at Jing Xi, holding his hand with one hand and said: "Second Young Master, your achievements are all the stepping stones of the Black Rider for you to come up. I don't understand what you have to show off?"

Jingxi's eyes were red and his breathing was heavy. He clenched his right fist and swung it towards Mu Sheng's head.

The wind from the fist blew Mu Sheng's hair around his temples, and with a bang, accompanied by the sound of beams and pillars breaking, Jing Xi let go of his hand and left angrily.

Mu Sheng slipped to the ground and leaned on the beam, gasping for air. The debris above his head was still falling. He rubbed his red neck and climbed up to the chair with difficulty and sat down.

Looking at the big hole in the beam, he murmured: "My life is really hanging by a thread, huh! Young hero? Ridiculous!"