Juntian University Chronicle

Emperor Qikun remained silent for a long time, and then said after a long while: "Forget it, all lovers, please sit down. We will discuss this matter later. Today is the festival, so don't talk about it anymore."

Everyone stopped the verbal confrontation and sat down to eat.

"Father, this old thief Su Han is really hateful." Upon returning to the bedroom, Young Master Li said bitterly.

"Emperor don't need to be angry." Emperor Qikun said with a smile: "A rookie rises up in the court. As a middle-class man, how can he not feel threatened?"

"You mean, like Zhong Kunyi, Gongsun Qian, or Qi Zhikan, they will pose a threat to Su Han?"

"That's exactly the case. Since the founding of Juntian, the aristocratic family has gone through several dynasties. It has become its own line. It has the tendency to control the government. It is unambiguous in the court. Suddenly there are voices of opposition. How can he not be in a hurry?"

"Besides, the aristocratic family has been around for a hundred years, and it has long been decayed, and there are no successors. Seeing these young talents emerge in succession, but they can't be used by him, wouldn't it be better to have a lump in their throat and not sleep peacefully?"

"Father means that if Qi Zhikan wins, then from now on, new forces will be divided in the court?" Young Master Li faintly grasped the doorway.

"Exactly so." Emperor Qikun took a sip of tea and said, "I am looking forward to the great victory of Qi Zhikan in this battle!"

"Qi Zhonglang is a talented man, so he will definitely win the battle!" Young Master Li clenched his right fist and slapped the palm of his left hand: "I saw his martial arts that day, and I was very envious in my heart. If it is possible, I will teach him to teach me a thing or two after he comes back."

The first month has passed, and spring thunder is approaching.

Juntian's spring always comes early.At this time, the ice and snow on the Xing'an River have melted, and the spring water is emerging. Walking along the river, you can smell the gentle and fresh atmosphere of the soil.

Zhi Ming enthusiastically took Murong Li out for an outing. It happened that Mo Lan was a guest at Zhi's mansion almost every day, and met two people going out, so the three of them went together.

Murongli has also known Mo Lan for a few months, although this man has never had good things to say about him.But judging from his temperament, he is just a spoiled young man from a rich family. He does everything on the bright side, which is much better than those hypocrites who have one thing on the surface and one thing behind the other, so Murongli doesn't hate him too much. people.

"A Li," Zhi Ming tugged at his sleeve, "Look, the willows by the river have turned green."

Murongli looked along the place he pointed, and saw that the willow trees had sprouted. From a distance, they looked like a hazy green mist. Meaning of joy.

"Brother Zhi Ming." Seeing that he only cared about Murong Li, Mo Lan pouted and said, "I'm going back to Tianquan with my father next month."

Zhi Ming had to turn his gaze away from Murong Li, and comforted him: "You have been in the capital for a long time, your father should miss you too."

"But I don't want to go back." Mo Lan said in a low voice, "I won't be able to see brother Zhiming when I go back."

Zhiming smiled and said, "I will return to Tianquan when I finish my studies."

"But..." Mo Lan still wanted to say something, but a servant came to find Zhiming in a hurry. After hearing the report from the servant, Zhiming frowned and said, "A Li, I suddenly have something urgent to go." Do it, you can stroll here with Mo Lan, and you can go to Tianxiangju for lunch and then come back."

"Understood, young master, please go yourself." Murong Li saluted.

"Hey, brother Zhiming..." Mo Lan looked at Zhiming's back in a hurry, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Turning around, he saw Murongli dressed in red, tall and tall, with snow-skinned and beautiful appearance.It is impossible not to be jealous of Kun Xing, who is prettier than herself.So Mo Lan became more and more depressed.

After walking sullenly for a while, Murongli silently followed behind.

Mo Lan couldn't stand the gloomy atmosphere, so she couldn't help but said, "Murongli, you're actually not a bad person, you never talk too much, and you know how to measure yourself. If I marry brother Zhiming in the future, I can let him accept it." You are a servant."

"Murongli has never thought of being a servant to the emperor." Murongli's voice was not loud, but there was a firmness that could not be questioned.

Mo Lan glared at him, and said, "In your capacity, being brother Zhiming's servant is an honor, and you're still not satisfied?"

"Mr. Mo Lan, you and I have no relatives and no reason, so why do you judge whether Murong's ideas are right or wrong?"

"You!" Mo Lan was furious: "A dog who bites Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart! I'm planning for you, but you don't know what's good."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, wanting to teach Murongli a lesson.

When Murong Li saw him coming towards him, he subconsciously turned to one side, and Mo Lan jumped into the air.Unexpectedly, the ice and snow had just disappeared, and the soil on the bank was wet. Mo Lan slipped and fell into the river.

Everyone was startled, and they were stunned for a while.

The water in the river was fast-moving, and Mo Lan didn't know the nature of water. She felt her body was extremely heavy and she couldn't stop sinking. She was terrified and couldn't help shouting for help.

It's just that none of the accompanying servants knew how to swim. Although they all turned pale with shock, they only dared to run to the shore and tried their best to reach Mo Lan, but they didn't dare to really go into the water.

Seeing Mo Lan being carried farther and farther by the current, the servants felt panicked. If something happened to Mo Lan today, none of them would be able to live.Just when he was afraid, he suddenly heard a "splash", it turned out that it was Murongli who jumped into the water.

They were thankful at first that someone finally rescued them, but then they were even more afraid.This Murongli is Zhi Ming's guest, if something happens to him, they will not be able to please him.Why are these masters so worried about one or two of them?

Thinking this way, calling people calling people, looking for ropes looking for ropes, it was a mess for a while.

As soon as Murongli got out of the water, he felt that the melted water was bone-chillingly cold, but he couldn't care less about it, so he just swam towards Mo Lan.

At this moment, Mo Lan was struggling desperately, and was about to be submerged in the water, suddenly felt a tightness in his waist, and saw that the person in front of him was not Murongli, and who was it?He didn't care too much, and hurriedly hugged this person tightly.

If a drowning person grasps something, he must grasp it firmly and never let go.

Murong Li was already thin and weak, but at this moment he was thrown by a person who weighed over a hundred catties, so he had to use all his strength to try to swim to the shore.After several times of ups and downs, the little waiter on the shore was too scared to speak.It's just that in the end, there was no danger at all, and he came to the shore in danger.

Mo Lan's servant rushed forward, not even having time to say thank you, and hurriedly hugged his young master and yelled to find a doctor's office.

The chauffeur left behind by Zhi Ming didn't dare to get close to the man who was favored by the mansion because of his status, so Murongli could only shake the water off his sleeve and ordered: "Let's go back to the mansion."

It was cold spring, and Murongli, whose clothes were soaked, could only feel the cold air coming from the crevices of his bones, and the wind that came in from the gaps in the carriage made him a little dazed.

After an unknown amount of time, I suddenly heard a vague voice in my ear: "Is that brother Zhi Ming in the car?"

This voice is Gongsun Qian?Murong Li's body trembled, and when he realized it, he had already stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car.