Through the book: The villain’s son’s stand-in

The young man was stunned by the scolding, and Gu Cheng also turned his head quietly, not wanting to face the old professor's stormy "teaching" again.

As expected, every word the old man said became more unpleasant.

"If the ancient literature sect falls, will you all die? The school will definitely move you into other colleges by then. Won't you develop a few juniors and juniors? Do you still need me to teach you these things?"

"Also, what happens if you become a member of Parliament? A member of Parliament who has never achieved any tangible results is worse than a barbecued pork bun. At least the barbecued pork bun can be eaten."

At the end of the scolding, the old man felt his mouth was dry. After taking a sip of water, he cursed what he had said to all his brothers and sisters: "You are the stupidest student I have ever taught!"

Criticize it, but it does work.

The young man gradually understood the teacher's meaning from between the lines of the old man's words.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly: "Teacher, are you telling us to borrow chickens to lay eggs, borrow shells to go public, and let the old trees bloom again?"

It seems like something strange has been mixed in? But it doesn't matter.

"It's good to know."

The old man took a few more puffs, with a bit of a smile in his eyes: "Those who want to destroy our school of ancient literature don't even look at how much they weigh. They think that a literature inherited from the Big Bang period of the earth is like this." Is it easy to destroy?"

"Even if the Ancient Literature School is really gone, as long as you are still alive, our Ancient Literature School will still have hope."

He seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly stood up and read with high spirits: "Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are springing in front of the diseased tree."

"Gathered it is like a ball of fire, dispersed it is like a sky full of stars. One day, the school of ancient literature will return."

The young man looked at the teacher with firm eyes and said solemnly: "Teacher, I will definitely become a member of Parliament, a member of the Supreme Court, and then become the Chief Minister."

"Well, the teacher believes in you." This time the old man did not disappoint and affirmed the young man's ambition.

The young man walked out of the old house holding an umbrella and waved goodbye to the old man.

But Gu Cheng refused to leave for a long time, instead staring at the dark alley in the distance.

It was dark and quiet there, with no movement at all.

Gu Cheng still refused to blink.

"Bang bang bang!"

The explosion of firearms suddenly reached his ears, and the dazzling light made Gu Cheng blink a few times.

He turned his head quickly, and tragedy happened before his eyes again.

The old man who had been chatting and laughing with him just now had fallen into a pool of blood. The bright red blood continued to spread as the rain washed away, dyeing the steps in front of the door red.

The three light bullets penetrated the old man's body without leaving any traces. There were only three blood holes that were constantly gushing out blood.

Even though Gu Cheng has experienced it once, he still can't let it go.

He knelt on one knee and tried to close the old man's eyes with trembling hands, but his hands passed through again.

Black mist surged in Gu Cheng's eyes, and a violent aura overflowed.

He squinted at the center of the capital star, which symbolized the glory of the nobility.

Those silverfish, in order to maximize their profits, can ignore ethics, morality, propriety, justice and shame, and they don't care how many lives they have to sacrifice.

After all, in their eyes, except for the nobles, everyone else is just a lowly life that can be used as cannon fodder at any time.

Gu Cheng stood up and looked in the direction the young man left.

Not long after, I saw the young man rushing towards here holding the black umbrella.

As he walked away, he continued: "I forgot to mention it when the teacher interrupted me. He hasn't written my letter of recommendation for me yet? Without a letter of recommendation, what can I do to strengthen the ancient literature school?"

There was joy in the young man's voice, and if you look closely, you can hear a hint of pampering and pride.

But when the young man with a bright smile saw the corpse on the steps, the corners of his grin instantly dropped, and his whole body froze in place.

The umbrella fell from his hand, blowing into the unknown future with the wind.

Just like him now.

The young man knelt down in front of the old man's body, and after taking a shaky breath, the grief in his eyes was so thick that it almost overflowed.

But he didn't cry. After closing the old man's eyes, he looked around calmly and stayed close to the ground to listen for any sounds.

As a child who grew up in a slum, you must learn these skills, which can save you from many unnecessary conflicts.

He calmly walked over the body and walked into the house, rummaging in the old man's desk.

He didn't know what the target was, but there must be a very necessary reason why the teacher was killed at this moment.

The young man rummaged through the documents mechanically. He didn't find the target but found the letter of recommendation at the bottom of the document.

His eyes wandered for a few seconds, and the hand holding the recommendation letter clenched even more, but he finally let go.

Putting the recommendation letter into his backpack, he went to the old man's most treasured bookcase.

Ordinary people would never imagine that compared to the safe next to the bookcase, these books are the treasures that the old man cherishes most.

They often hide the most important secrets.

This was a secret he discovered by chance when he borrowed a book.

The teacher loved Su Dongpo very much, and the phrase "I am talking about being a teenager" is his favorite part.

By chance, after he took out a book based on the pinyin of the first letter of this sentence, a box suddenly popped out from the bottom of the bookcase.

There were photos of my wife when she was young and a small note.

There were only four short sentences in it, but it made his eyes widen.

"Your Majesty, thirty-eight nobles are plotting a conspiracy. The content is unknown, but it concerns the little prince."

If his guess was correct, this time it was because the teacher found out something, but it seemed that the nobles had discovered it, so they couldn't wait to be silenced.

The young man smiled bitterly: "My sudden arrival may have increased the teacher's survival time. This is really ironic."

Without much time, the boy quickly pulled out the book and the box popped out smoothly.

He rummaged around impatiently and finally found a mezzanine at the bottom.

"The teacher is really wily."

The boy groped around the box, and sure enough he found a bulge at the bottom.

Pressing the bulge, the mezzanine suddenly separated from it, revealing another piece of paper.

Gu Cheng stood behind the young man, staring at the familiar handwriting and the shocking words on it.

"Your Majesty, the content mentioned that the royal family was slaughtered and a puppet became king. The nobles have serious plans. Please be careful, Your Majesty."

It is indeed very important news.

The boy hid the note, put the previous note in the mezzanine, and then put the books back on the bookshelf.

The footsteps outside the door gradually increased, but the young man calmly went to the teacher's room and took out the sword collected by the teacher. He quickly opened the safe, grabbed some gold, and jumped out of the master bedroom window. Escape.

Gu Cheng looked at himself who was still organized despite the panic, his smile gradually faded, and finally disappeared.