I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

After the two left.

Li Yuanji stood there dumbfounded and murmured: "What kind of person can make the Holy One value him so much?"

He thought he had the highest opinion of Zhengzhou, but he didn't expect to underestimate him in the end.

At the same time, Li Yuanji's urge to protect Zhengzhou became more and more crazy.

Even the Holy Majesty can do it himself, how can I sit idly by?

Li Yuan hurried back to Tiance Mansion, and began to draft a letter to Wangqing, the chief commander of Xuanjia Cangyun Army.

Zhengzhou didn't realize their nervousness.

At this moment, Zhengzhou is leaning over his desk, thinking about his death.

There was Li You Dao Sect in the front, and Twelve Nights Red Moon in the back.

The two seem to be two forces, but they are actually a family. If there is a slight disturbance in Li You Daozong, Twelve Nights Red Moon will definitely be affected.

present.

The conflict between Zhengzhou and Liyou Daozong has intensified to an irreconcilable level.

He believed that Zheng Linyuan would definitely not sit idly by.

Zhengzhou has a vague feeling that Zheng Linyuan doesn't look so simple.

But what is hidden behind him.

Zhengzhou didn't understand it at all.

On the contrary, in Zhengzhou now, there is a feeling that Zheng Linyuan has deliberately closed him in the prime minister's mansion.

It seems to be living towards death, but in fact it is full of passivity everywhere.

"We must go to the front of the stage!" Zheng Zhou jumped up, making up his mind.

At this moment, the night is deep.

But Zhengzhou opened the door and called Mo Jie: "Let the butler send a car, let's find Wang Jijiu in person."

When Mo Jie got the order, although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask.

Furthermore, it is not dangerous to go to Wang Wengong, and there is no need to be vigilant everywhere.

Shortly after.

The steward sent a carriage, and Zhengzhou and Mo Jie rode in a carriage and headed for Wang Wengong's mansion.

Sitting in the car, Zheng Zhou continued to close his eyes and think.

After what happened today, he suddenly understood a truth. It is not easy to want to die, especially when there is such a huge backer as the right prime minister of the Song Dynasty behind him, it is even more difficult to die.

That's it.

Then he could only walk up to the stage, making Zheng Linyuan unable to keep himself.

Now, the only advantage Zhengzhou can rely on is that it has climbed to the ninth floor of Chuanru Pagoda.

After this period of time, I have an understanding and in-depth study of Confucianism and Taoism in the Song Dynasty.

Zhengzhou has roughly understood how incredible it is to climb the ninth floor of the Confucianism Pagoda.

If you can make Confucianism and Taoism all over the world follow you to resist Xianmen.

No matter how powerful Zheng Linyuan is, even if there is a death insurance from the Song Dynasty official family, it will be in vain.

In the entire city of Tokyo, the only place where one can completely shine in Confucianism and Taoism is the Imperial Academy.

If you can make a name for yourself in the Imperial College.

Absorbing a large number of fans, Xianmen will definitely use coercive means to destroy the signs of revival of Confucianism and Taoism.

Zhengzhou opened the curtain and looked at the bleak moonlight on the streets, heaving a sigh of relief.

He didn't know how Li You Daozong would react to what happened today.

But based on his understanding of Zheng Linyuan and Zhao Xin.

Just that, maybe not enough.

Chapter 52 Mr. Teacher Zhengzhou

When he came to the palace, Wang Wengong was still awake. He boasted that he was the last scholar in the Song Dynasty, and he was indeed extraordinary in terms of immersing himself in hard work.

The sky has become so gloomy, but he is still studying hard at his desk.

There is a reason why he was able to serve as the Guozijian sacrificial wine.

"You wait here, I'll be back in a while." Zhengzhou asked Mo Jie to wait at the door, and he knocked on Wang Wengong's door.

He is used to being poor, and the dignified Song Guozijian sacrificed wine, but he didn't have a housekeeper and maid, let alone a wife and concubine.

In his words, it is a great blessing for people to come alone and be accompanied by Confucianism and Taoism, and there is no need to ask for more.

"Who is it?" Wang Wengong asked, and there was the rustling sound of closing books in the room.

This reaction is not normal.

Zhengzhou looked thoughtfully at the panicked Wang Wengong through the window paper.

In his previous life, when his parents attacked him secretly while watching a small movie, he had the same reaction.

In that case, the man's six senses and reaction speed will be pulled to the fullest.

"Lord Wang, it's me, Zhengzhou."

"Why are you here, kid?" Wang Wengong coughed, and when he opened the door, he was still trying to smooth out the folds of his robe.

Zhengzhou looked at Wang Wengong with a half-smile.

what.

The taste is so strong.

Wang Wengong, who can't remember clearly, is still very lively.

"Master Wang, won't you invite me in?" Zheng Zhou asked.