I engaged in modernization in ancient times

These officials in the Golden Palace have been officials for a long time, and naturally they have seen many people who talk about it.

At first they thought they could keep their minds calm, but when Mo Shaoheng's voice came out, they realized what it meant to talk all day and night, which was unrealistic.

Zhao Lan laughed, "You mean, you can solve the problems that even I, Beiliang, can't solve?"

The voice was a little bit tricky, and Mo Shaoheng took himself too seriously, just like when he was a child, everyone turned to the left, but he wanted to turn to the right, in order to win everyone's attention.

Being independent can indeed make a person stand out, but it can also become a target of public criticism.

If Mo Shaoheng knew what Zhao Lan was thinking, he would be very surprised. He had tried his best to pretend to be a child when he was a child, so why did he act independently?

Under Zhao Lan's teasing, Mo Shaoheng replied directly, "Yes."

The smile on Zhao Lan's face was a little stiff, "Quite as if you were speaking out loud and entertaining everyone."

"Not to mention how unrealistic your words are, even if you can really solve the problem of food for all refugees?"

"These refugees are all because of you, how can it be worth your crime?"

Mo Shaoheng also narrowed his eyes halfway, and said, "So what if the refugee food problem is solved?"

"It seems that in the eyes of His Highness, punishing me, Mo Shaoheng, is more important than refugees."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Mo Shaoheng directly cupped his hands to the superior, "Saint, please give me seven days, and within seven days, I will not worry about food for the refugees in Beiliang."

Quiet, as quiet as a needle can be heard.

Seven days is just a fleeting time, Mo Shaoheng really dare to say it.

For a while, no one answered. Even if Zhao Lan opened his mouth, he didn't speak in the end.

Mo Shaoheng said that he could solve the food problem for the refugees within seven days. If there are still people chasing and beating them fiercely at this time, where will the people of Beiliang be put?

After a while, everyone was still digesting Mo Shaoheng's astonishing words.

Zhao Lan thought for a while, "Everyone knows that the loss of Xunzhou in Beiliang was caused by you assassinating Sima Keyao, the little emperor of Nanli."

"You said that you could solve the food problem for the refugees within seven days. It's still unknown if this is your delay, but you don't have to wait seven days to tell everyone why you assassinated Sima Keyao?"

People from all countries said that Mo Shaoheng was ordered by Beiliang to assassinate Sima Keyao, but only they knew about it, there was no such thing at all, the people they sent had no contact with Mo Shaoheng , He Ti ordered Mo Shaoheng to assassinate.

There is another way of saying that Mo Shaoheng is crazy to do such a rebellious thing that shocked the world.

But if they believe the latter statement, they are really crazy.

Seeing that Mo Shaoheng did not answer, Zhao Lan continued, "What's the matter? I want Beiliang to give you justice, but you can't give everyone an explanation?"

Mo Shaoheng raised his head, "It's not that we can't explain the reason."

"It's just that I can't tell you."

Everyone: "..."

Mo Shaoheng bowed his hands to the superior, "Of course I can only tell the saints."

Everyone: "..."

If Mo Shaoheng is an official, he must know the officialdom best. Look, he is always building relationships with saints.

Flattered blatantly.

The old palace man next to the saint prepared a pen and paper, and brought it to Mo Shaoheng's side, "Little prince, please."

After speaking, he took a strange look at Mo Shaoheng. It was the first time he saw Mo Shaoheng acting so boldly, either dragging the saint into the water, or building a relationship with the saint.

Mo Shaoheng took the pen, deliberately avoiding everyone's eyes, and wrote a few words on the paper.

Then folded the note and put it on the tray for the old palace people to take it to the saint.

Silence, everyone was waiting for the sage to speak, but unexpectedly, the sage didn't say a word.

The saint's attitude is a bit strange, why?

Behind the bead curtain, the sage was also frowning at the note.

There were only ten words on the note, "Prince Wu Ni, Sima Keyao is not dead."

Prince Wu Ni, just four words already reveal too much information, and there are other explanations for the fire in Nanli Palace.

And the words that Sima Keyao is not dead are worth pondering.

In the golden hall, Mo Shaoheng suddenly said, "Nan Yi, don't look around."

Nan Yi stood up straight, didn't he?He was nervous, completely lying down.

It was an ordinary sentence, but the high-ranking saint cast a concerned look.

Nanyi, the only one in the south?

Mo Shaoheng brought a young man carrying things to the temple, it seemed that he had planned it long ago.

Of course, it is impossible to draw a conclusion based on Mo Shaoheng's one-sided opinion of the facts.

Mo Shaoheng can hide Nan Yi's identity from everyone, but he can't hide it from a saint. This is why Liu Guichen asked him to bring Nan Yi to Beiliang.

The situation in Nanli is very complicated. The prince is in charge of the general situation. Although there are still some who support Sima Keyao, they must rely on external forces to turn things around.

There was a moment of silence in the golden hall, and Zhao Lan was about to speak.

But before he could speak, a majestic voice came from above, "We will discuss this matter later."

Everyone: "..."

doubt.

What was written on that piece of paper?

Mo Shaoheng is here, why can't he prove it face to face?This was the direct cause of their fall in Xunzhou.

There was no response for a while.

What was even more surprising was that Mo Shaoheng continued, "Whether right or wrong, everyone just watch."

"It's not that I owe you, but that you owe me."

A hammer is fixed.

Everyone: "..."

This is simply to collect debts.

Zhao Lan snorted coldly, "You should think about how to make up for your boast."

Boasting in front of a saint is equivalent to issuing a royal order.

Where does that huge amount of food come from?Regardless of whether Mo Shaoheng had food or not, he was looking for death on his own, and the charges were different.

What Mo Shaoheng said to solve the food problem for the refugees within seven days was really shocking, and made the idea of ​​immediately questioning Mo Shaoheng less urgent.

Sometimes big words can not only flash your own tongue, but also make others speechless.

They also really don't understand, is Mo Shaoheng young and rampant looking for his own death, or is he really a unparalleled national scholar.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

At this time, the old palace man next to the saint opened his voice, "If there is something to announce, there is nothing to retreat."

Regarding silk, cotton, and Nanli, it is natural to discuss privately.

But the sage didn't even intend to send Mo Shaoheng to prison for retrial. Is the sage going to see how Mo Shaoheng can realize his boast?

Everyone couldn't help shaking their heads, Mo Shaoheng could live for seven days at most.

But who knows, after seven days, Mo Shaoheng will really gain a firm foothold in Liangjing.

Looking at Mo Shaoheng again, he was walking outside while supporting the old lady of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion as if no one else was around.

This heart is too big.

As for the matter that the old lady of the Zhenbei Palace lost the Qin Dou, some people did want to use it to make trouble, but no one has said anything now.

Because, although the old lady lost Qin, Mo Shaoheng, as the eldest son of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, won it back again, right?

Mo Shaoheng walked out of the golden palace with a smile on his lips.

Seven days is enough.

Behind him were all voices discussing today's events and Mo Shaoheng's seven-day agreement.

Why did it turn out like this?

Amidst the heated discussion, Mo Shaoheng and Nan Yi supported the worried old lady and walked out. The palace is not a place to reminisce about the old days.

At this time, a court lady walked over with strides, "Your Majesty, please go slowly."

"The eldest princess welcomes you."

Mo Shaoheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't have old friends in Beiliang, he still knew a lot of children, especially the little princes and princesses in the palace, and some of the princes' companions.

They must be grown up by now.

It's just that she didn't expect that the first person who wanted to see him was Princess Beiliang.

Ten years ago, that timid, submissive little girl who would only hide in the imperial garden and cry?

There is no way, he is a doctor, a little girl who secretly wipes her tears, if she doesn't enlighten her, she is afraid that she will have some kind of mental illness, so he often runs to the imperial garden and tells some happy stories to the timid little girl ...encourage encouragement.

When the eldest princess summoned him, he naturally had to go.

Talk to grandma a few words, let Nanyi take grandma out of the palace, there are naturally people from Zhenbei Palace waiting outside.

Mo Shaoheng followed the maid, and couldn't help asking, "Is the eldest princess still as cautious as before?"

The court lady was obviously dumbfounded, the prince was talking about their eldest princess?

She couldn't understand why, she didn't know how to answer these words.

Passing through the corridors, Mo Shaoheng was still wondering why the palace maid had such a strange expression?

Came to a palace and opened the palace door.

The moment the palace gate opened, Mo Shaoheng was stunned.

Really, what an amazing battle.

In front of him are ten rows of women dressed in rich and noble costumes, each row of ten people, headed by a woman dressed in red.

There are as many as a hundred people, what's the situation?

Are all the ladies of Liangjing here?

What made Mo Shaoheng's jaw drop even more was that in front of him, uniform female voices gathered and rushed towards him.

"I, a girl from Beiliang, was born to be a mountain, not a stream. I should overlook the gully from the top of the mountain." (Note: The original sentence comes from Ms. Zhang Guimei's female college motto.)

"I, a girl from Beiliang, can also wear red makeup and gallop on the battlefield. How can a woman give way to a man."

"I am a girl from Beiliang..."

One sound after another, like a torrent full of power, washing away the most ruthless imprisonment in the world.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Why does this sound so familiar?

Isn't this what he said when he secretly enlightened that submissive little girl?

The woman in red makeup at the front was like a wintersweet standing alone in the snow, aloof and lofty, "Mo Shaoheng, why didn't you come to the palace to look for me when you returned to Liangjing, and instead swaggered around in the name of Linjiang Immortal?"

"It's really beating. If you can't pass my poetry competition today, don't blame me for making fun of your title as the number one talented scholar in Beiliang."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

God, has he ever talked nonsense about other things before, he remembers that he hides it very deeply.

It's over, he used to pretend to be strong in front of adults, but he didn't pay that much attention in front of children. After all, he thought he was a group of ignorant children, but looking at it now... it seems that he has misunderstood children.

Where did that shy little girl go?He always thought that the only one affected by him was Nan Yi, that bastard.