The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 425 Setting 39 The Deathly Power Official Wants to Be a Good Man (3)

In the middle of the night, the originally desolate and remote Lenggong was unusually bright and lively.

"Huigui, you really let me down." The emperor who came after the sound of the flute shook his sleeves and left in anger.

Li Wei glanced at the third prince who was wrapped up with the concubine, and smiled bitterly, "You, this time is really wrong."

The palace guards holding torches left neatly, and the cold palace returned to silence again.

Under the moonlight, the third prince Zhao Xiang hugged the trembling beauty in his arms, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and persistently said: "I'm not wrong."

"Third prince, I did harm to you, I did harm to you." Huigui held the man's face in his delicate hands, tears filled his face, so pitiful.

"Alas..." Li Weiyi stared at the two for a long time, then quickly followed the emperor's footsteps.

Things have been like this, he has to find a new way out for himself.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, the face-faced little father-in-law secretly stood behind the inconspicuous imperial guard guarding the corner, and whispered, "Tell Mr. Ji, it's done."

The sound of the clapper sounded, and after two sounds of "咻咻", there was something new in Yuan Jin's study.

Ah Quan, who had been accompanying his master, picked up the red ribbon and handed it to his master, "Master..."

Yuan Jin put down the ancient book in his hand, took the ribbon and looked at it for a while, then slowly threw it into the brazier, watching it being swallowed by the flames, his handsome face was as calm as deep water.

Ah Quan wanted to ask something, but he didn't dare to ask, and just silently put out the brazier.

"What time is it now?" Yuan Jin asked.

"There is still half an hour, and you should prepare to go to court early." Ah Quan yawned sleepily, and later realized that he had just kept watch all night.

"Go to Zangshu Pavilion and get my "On Poetry"."

"You..." Ah Quan quickly covered his mouth.

The master has an idea, and he has always been unable to persuade him.Why bother talking too much.

It's just that those people outside said that the master is flattering the king, but who knows the hard work of the master.

Over the years, the master has lit lamps and candles every night, and the books and classics he has reviewed can be piled up into several hills.

"By the way, I will give him a key to the Library Pavilion tomorrow." Ah Quan naturally understood the "he" that Yuan Jin said, and nodded in agreement.

"Repair his yard once or twice again, so that there will be no rain leakage."

"The four treasures of the study are also replaced with the best ones, according to the configuration of my study."

"The clothes have also been re-cut. Luxurious, everyday, cool, and warm. You can make as many outfits as you want. Don't let outsiders say that Jifu treated him harshly."

……

Ah Quan wrote them down one by one, but couldn't help but think to himself: No one in the Ji family dared to look down on the young master, and the young master's food, clothing, housing and transportation had always been well arranged.

"Also, post again to find a new famous calligraphy teacher for him." Yuan Jin tapped on the table with his fingers, and his clear eyes fell on the old servant's face.

"Didn't you personally invite Liu Ping?" Ah Quan coughed.

Back then, in order to invite Liu Ping, his master used to coerce and lure him a lot.

"His thoughts are not in the Ji Mansion, so he can't teach people well." Yuan Jin will never forget that when the original owner was sent to prison in his previous life, this famous calligrapher also stood up and stepped on the original owner, giving the original owner an extra "forced to be a teacher" of crimes.

In this life, he let Liu Ping leave the capital, which can be regarded as an even relationship.

"Oh." Ah Quan, who was always uncertain about his master's mind, nodded obediently.

In the early court, the emperor sat in a high position with a dark face and said nothing, Li Weiyi still read out as before, "There is something to play, nothing to leave the court."

The courtiers who had heard a little bit of the movement in the palace did not dare to touch him, and the courtiers who had something to report also swallowed the matter back.

The morning morning ended hastily, and the officials who had made good friends walked together in twos and threes, whispering about the forbidden affairs in the palace last night.

Huigui, who was deeply loved by the emperor, was thrown into the cold palace overnight, and the third prince was also sent to the clan's mansion to be imprisoned overnight.There is a relationship between the two, no matter how you look at it.

The courtiers who originally supported the third prince walked together back and forth, feeling sad in their hearts: The third prince is abolished.

Yuan Jin walked straight past these officials, and quickly returned to his mansion in a carriage.

When returning to the study, he deliberately went around to Zhao Jing's courtyard, stopped for a moment, then quickly turned and left.

Ah Quan was a little unsure of his master's intention, but he wanted to sell it to Zhao Jing and sent a servant to tell Zhao Jing the news.

Zhao Jing recalled where he had offended Yuan Jin, and was a little distracted when copying the copybook.

After Liu Ping instructed him once, he didn't bother with this problem again.

Learning is personal.Personally, he doesn't want to, so naturally he won't force it.

Besides, this is his last visit to Ji's mansion, so he can make things more decent.

Zhao Jing knew that he couldn't study anymore today, so he put down the brush after writing the last word "Nian" in "Auspicious Snow Zhaofeng Year".

"That's all for today's calligraphy homework." Liu Ping packed up his calligraphy tools and prepared to leave.

"Master Sanjue, please...don't leave yet." Zhao Jing gritted her teeth and called to the other party.

"Well, do you have anything else to do?" Liu Ping looked at the only student he had accepted in the past few years against the light, and he couldn't tell the real joy or anger in his eyes.

Although they have been mentors and apprentices for nearly five years, except for teaching time, they have no contact with each other in private.

Of course, this is also related to the personalities of both parties.

"Master, I... I just want to ask you that you are willing to accept me as an apprentice and guide me because of me... myself?" Zhao Jing regretted after asking this.

Liu Ping's body suddenly had a smear of anger, and after a while, he coldly moved his eyes away from the young man.

"You are fine, but everything is not what I want." After finishing speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

He, Liu Sanjue, only wanted to be an idle cloud and wild crane in the world, but for the safety of his family, he had to submit to Ji Yuanjin, a powerful villain, and was detained in the capital every day without any real freedom.

These years, he had been looking forward to Ji Yuanjin's early retirement, but he didn't expect that the other party would rise to the top and become even more powerful.

I don't know if Ji Yuanjin has changed his gender. This morning, someone suddenly sent someone to inform him that he would no longer enter the Ji Mansion. He had already made up his mind to take his wife and children out of the city in the afternoon, and never set foot in the capital again for the rest of his life.

"It's true." After Zhao Jing muttered to herself, she couldn't express what she felt in her heart.

All along, he has been borrowing Ji Yuanjin's influence, and all he has gained is Ji Yuanjin's glory.

Without Ji Yuanjin's power, he couldn't even keep a calligrapher.

Because he is nobody.

The half stick of incense that was still burning in the red sandalwood incense burner inlaid with white jade crackled, bringing his mind back to reality.

A person who is destined to become an emperor must have a stronger heart and ability than ordinary people.

For example, at this moment, Zhao Jing sat back in his seat, concentrating on copying the unfinished copybook.

He thought, no matter what Ji Yuanjin wants him to do in the future, all he needs to do now is to make himself better and more irreplaceable.

Turning back, Yuan Jin stared at the boy's figure from behind the window for a long time, his thoughts getting deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)