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Pei Zhi stared at the back of his hand, his throat tight.

He was worried that Wanwan didn't want to hear him say too much, so he didn't say anything, not to mention that she had already guessed it.

But at this moment, he moved his lips and said softly: "The Wei family has a rebellious intention."

Yu Tingwan immediately turned his head and looked directly at him. What he said was shocking. The nobles from Wu and Youzhou died miserably before Pei Zhi ascended the throne. Even if some people were dissatisfied with the national policy he had set, they would only dare to confront them secretly. When people compete with each other, such as with the Marquis of Pingyang, or with the poor scholars in the court, who dares to really attack the emperor?

Pei stroked the cheek of the person in his arms with his fingers, spoke calmly, and told her what the Wei family had done, and deliberately erased what Wei Ping had said this morning.

Yu Tingwan stared at him blankly, then pursed her lips for a while and said: "Your Majesty, your opening of courses to obtain scholars involves the interests of the noble family, and there are no juniors in the Wei family who can be reused in the government. Naturally, they are stumbling in secret, but they can hide weapons for nothing. 2. Forging ritual vessels selflessly cannot be said to be treason."

She consciously spoke tactfully. After all, he was an old minister. Even if Pei Zhi wanted to barbarize the other three tribes, he had to find a valid reason.

The killing spree in Youzhou was to quell the rebellion, while in Wu it was to exterminate the rebels. What's more, just when the world was at peace, the whole family of the former veteran ministers were sent to see the late king, which inevitably caused panic.

"Captain Zhenyi has sent people to investigate." His voice was cold, "As long as we can catch a little clue, it will be enough."

Yu Tingwan lowered his head and suddenly heard him say: "Those nobles probably hate me to the core in their hearts. The good days when I allowed them to become officials while lying down are over."

Pei Zhi spoke calmly and looked at the person in his arms, "Wanwan, if I say, twenty years from now, unless you are a noble, even if you come from a distinguished family, you must pass the scientific examination if you want to become an official, otherwise you can only rely on the shelter to do so. A low-ranking official, don’t you think it’s too radical?”

"I abandoned hundreds of years of practice, abandoned the nobility and raised a poor family. I'm afraid they will almost break their pens just to scold me -"

"No." Yu Tingwan suddenly interrupted him, her fingertips slightly curled, and she unconsciously rubbed circles on the back of his hand, as if thinking about words. There was no other sound in the hall except the popping lights.

"This merit will last forever. Even if you are infamous for a moment, future generations will only be grateful to you." Her chest rose and fell, still not looking at his face. "Even if you are infamous for a moment, you won't be. Is a pen such a noble thing? It's just a pen. Only the nobles are worthy of holding it, and only nobles who have been handed down hairpins for generations are worthy of using it? The pen is in the hands of the scholars in the world, not the hands of the nobles."

"Everyone in the world has mouths and hands, so they can all read poetry and write articles. There is no distinction between high and low. Being an official should rely on talent and learning, not family status." She said softly: "As for What is the law established by our ancestors? The times are different in ancient and modern times. In ancient times, we had to salute before going to war."

The man in black clothes had a smile on his face. He looked at the person in his arms with a blushing face, his red lips opened and closed, and every word he uttered made him feel very comfortable.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he swallowed the words stuck in his throat, and whispered: "It's a pity that not everyone is the Changyu beside you, and there is no master like Wanwan."

"There is no need for a master like me. There are many treasures in the world that are self-taught. The rich and powerful children of Chang'an are learning by listening to the great Confucian lectures, and the common people are learning by walking in the countryside and observing the grains and habits. There is no high or low level of learning."

"I know." Pei Zhi's expression moved slightly, and he took her hand and squeezed it gently, "You just said so much, do you think I am wavering."

"No." Yu Tingwan lowered his eyes, "When did you take back the decree you issued? You have a temper that you will never regret."

During the days when she accompanied him on government affairs, she knew that he would never waver or doubt his decision-making on state affairs.

She moved her lips and said, "I just want to say that future generations will not scold you for this. If one day you can really do meritocracy, this is your achievement."

Pei Zhi was silent for a long time. He knew what Yu Tingwan was thinking. Most collections of classics and history were hidden in the homes of nobles. The classics on the market were expensive and full of errors. She edited and annotated them when she was in Xiangyang, and Yu Xiuyun had people send them to the government office. Scholars could borrow it at home and copy it without spending any money, and return it after five days.

Since she did such a thing, she would naturally agree with him in every possible way.

He just wanted to hear it from her own mouth.

"Since you comfort me, why don't you look up at me and say."

When these words suddenly came out, Yu Tingwan froze, without any intention of raising her head. Her eyes were suddenly covered, her lower jaw was gently pinched and raised, and her lips were covered with a soft touch.

After a while, a sigh floated into my ears, "Who told you that I will never regret it?"

Until she was put on the bed, she was in a daze, her eyes were open in the darkness, and the people around her were obviously awake. In the end, Pei Zhi had no choice but to light the soothing incense that was as effective as incense.

"You..." Yu Tingwan asked as his eyelids began to grow heavy, "You won't go to court tomorrow?"

"No bathing tomorrow." He said calmly, hooking a strand of her hair with his fingers, "Continue to use this fragrance from now on, so as not to keep you awake all night long when you think of me around."

At midnight the next day, Pei Zhi woke up first and left without even having breakfast in Jiaofang Hall. Yu Tingwan was probably just as cold and cold to him today as he was as gentle and supportive as he was last night.

For half a month, it was early summer. He sat in Xuanshi Hall during the day and did not wait for anyone from Jiaofang Hall to come to him.

He summoned the imperial physician and asked him how the queen's pulse was. The doctor hesitated and carefully observed his expression.

"When I ask you a question, I will tell you the truth."

"There is no intention of getting better." The imperial doctor lowered his head, "The medicine and stone are only treating the symptoms of the disease. Besides, I have used all the medicines that I can use."

The Imperial Physician Cheng hesitated again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back and advised: "I have seen the Queen's recent diet, and it is not advisable to use too many supplements. Many supplements have medicinal properties. If the medicinal properties conflict with each other, it will not be good."

He almost went straight to His Majesty and said that those precious supplements were sent to the Queen regardless of whether they were in the Western Region, South Vietnam or Silla. The imperial officials and Tang Guanling of the Young Mansion were idiots and did not know how to come to the Imperial Medical Office to ask and have them all done. The soup and water are sent to Jiaofang Hall.

Who taught them to stew soup with Tianshan snow lotus and South Vietnamese Ganoderma lucidum? It's just nonsense.

Pei Zhi raised his hand to signal him to go down, looked at the pulse table at hand, stepped into the inner hall at night, gently held the wrist of the man on the couch with his palm, and couldn't help but frown.

He always felt that since the last time Yu Tingwan spoke his true feelings in front of Marquis Pingyang, he was losing weight faster and faster.

You may be able to avoid some things you keep in your heart, but you can't avoid them if you say them out loud.

He lowered his eyes and sat by the couch for a long time in darkness.

A man in black clothes held a lantern in his hand and walked alone in the palace passage. The cold light dimly illuminated the surrounding deserted palaces.

Chunshan Hall was the former dormitory of Princess Chengyang, and some scattered relics of the princess were buried under it.

Of course, there are also some insignificant relics of the previous king.

Pei Zhi once again opened the secret passage and looked at the innermost cabinet of the simple underground darkroom. He reached out and took down the highest box.

There was a copper pill inside.

There are only two of Mr. Nanshan's fake death pills in the world.

He held the copper pill in his hand, and the temperature in his palm warmed the cold surface. He returned to Xuanshi Palace and ordered the palace guards who kept watch to polish the ink.

The tip of the pen occasionally pauses on the paper for a moment. It is not like his usual way of writing essays and poems, but it seems to be extremely stagnant and unfamiliar.

By the time I completely put down the wolf hair in my hand, it was already Yin hour, and the sky was slightly bright.

When he went to court, Yu Xiuyun felt that His Majesty had glanced at him too much, and his scalp went numb, feeling that something was not right.

Sure enough, he was detained by the court. He thought that His Majesty was going to discuss political affairs with him, but he didn't expect that the chamberlain handed him a letter. He shook it open and was shocked.

If the content wasn't so unbelievable, Yu Xiuyun would have doubted when he wrote this statement.

When Marquis Pingyang was with Shen Jiyuan, in order not to reveal his identity, he used to use a straight and featureless style of pavilion style. Therefore, his handwriting is very easy to imitate, but his writing style is unique. It is natural and free, but also inevitably has a touch of Jinling's elegance. His language The workmanship is beautiful and the pursuit of sonorous tone.

Yu Xiuyun lowered his eyes and looked at the article in his hand. He couldn't figure out the emperor's intention, so he simply said directly: "Your Majesty, what does this "Resignation Letter" mean?"