Xianyang City, Central Academy.

In a pavilion, there are two men dressed in Confucian scholars.

"Fan Shanren, Yuan Qing, Feng Tu, and Zhao Gao's Luowang Tianzi, I don't know if Mr. Wei Zhuang and others can withstand it. Do you not worry about the zifang at all?"

Yan Lu was facing outside the pavilion, looking down at the fish swimming in the pond, calmly speaking and leisurely.

Maybe Yan Lu is precocious. He had a beard before Lu Yan, and he looked more calm and peaceful. Ten years later, the advantage of precocious maturity was reflected, and his appearance had almost no change.

Zhang Liang was elegant and elegant, restrained in his divine light, and matured a lot, and already had the style of "suppose to seek saints".

Hearing Yan Lu’s question, Zhang Liang chuckled, “Senior Brother, should you be a little worried if you say such words?”

"Haha, Mr. Weizhuang is your old friend of Zifang, and it's not mine. What am I worried about doing?"

"Senior brother, please worry about whether you will worry about ovary."

Zhang Liang walked to Yanlu side by side, followed the senior brother's gaze, saw the swimming fish in the water, and sighed, "The fish in this pond, humans arranged it to be free of worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation. I wonder if they would desire to rush out of the pond."

Yan Lu twisted a little bait and sprinkled it on and replied: "If it were born in the river and sea, perhaps it would have died from the moment it fell into the pond. Otherwise, it would have lived a good life."

"It's not born in the rivers and seas, maybe." Zhang Liang looked up at the sky, with some meaning.

"Well, maybe, only it knows it."

After Yan Lu turned the bait on his hand, he suddenly smiled and changed the topic, "Young Master Fusu is getting married. Senior Brother asked me to tell you that as the third uncle, you must prepare the gift."

Zhang Liang was slightly stunned and then praised: "Young Master Fusu, marrying the daughter of the left prime minister Li Si is really a perfect match."

"What were you thinking just now?"

"Ha, I really can't hide anything from my senior brother. I'm thinking, is this wedding meant by the senior brother?"

"no."

"Hmm?" Zhang Liang was surprised.

Could it be Fusu’s own meaning? But before, Fusu’s personality was not like a person who regarded himself as a bargaining chip. The point is that Fusu was not so decisive.

Yan Lu narrowed his eyes and saw Zhang Liang's surprised look, he seemed very happy, "I know who came up with this idea for Mr. Fusu."

"Oh?" Zhang Liang reacted instantly and smiled confidently, "Let me guess that this person is a student within the Central Academy."

"Ha, it turns out you noticed him too."

"The young man is very talented, Chen Ping is really brave. Young Master Fusu was really convinced by him."

"Yes, the young man is in a state of great strength, but I don't know if the vortex he crashed into will make him a trendsetter or just drown..." Yan Lu's eyes gradually settled down.

...

In the Central Academy, there were two people fighting with swords in a martial arts venue.

One of them was handsome, with peach blossom eyes, wearing light green clothes, wearing silver arm armor on the left forearm, revealing tight muscles, and holding a sword in the right hand, shining with green. He was a handsome man.

His opponent has a much rougher appearance, simple clothes, revealing a large piece of bronze skin, holding a wide-blade sword in his hand, majestic and domineering.

"You and I have fought so many times. If you can't keep up with my speed, I can't stand your strength. Why bother with me? Chen Ping is already waiting for me."

The handsome man flashed on the edge of the martial arts field, put one hand on the weapon stand, shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, you won, I admit defeat."

As he said that, he sighed, and his whole body appeared in the audience seat under the martial arts field like a phantom.

The opponent was so angry that he jumped straight on the martial arts field, "Ji Bu! Wait for me, I, Ying Bu, will defeat you rightly sooner or later!"

Ji Bu was born into the Ji family, a general of Chu State. He was once famous in the world. After the Chu Civil War, the Ji family was defeated. Ji Ying, the head coach of the Shadow Tiger Legion, was offered a reward of five thousand gold by the King of Chu. The assassin even chased him into the Qin State and killed Ji Ying.

The young Ji Bu was rescued by the retired Li Mu. From then on, there were two more little kids who were tortured by Li Mu every day in the village where Li Mu retired and farmed.

Chen Ping is a little older, now twenty-three years old; Ji Bu is younger, now seventeen years old.

Needless to say, these two figures who are already famous in history, have good talent and are taught by retired Li Mu. They are now the best reserve talents in the empire.

Even Chen Ping, who has been very independent since childhood, has stepped into the empire's power vortex with one foot.

In the audience, Chen Ping, wearing a beige gown, saw Ji Bu admit defeat to his opponent and sneered, "If you treat him so perfunctorily, he may be your lifelong enemy in the future."

Ji Bu Taohua glanced at Ying Bu who was leaving resentful and waved his hand casually, "Master taught me the art of war and martial arts, but I have never taught me how to deal with such persistent people."

"You two are both named Bu, and the subjects you practice are the same, and even your grades are not much different. Well, you are younger than him."

Chen Ping pretended to analyze here, rolling his eyes to Ji Bu.

"Just because I'm a few years younger than him, I have to try to determine the outcome. A real man is so stingy, I don't know where it came from."

Chen Ping restrained his smile and turned to look in the direction where Ying Bu left. It was obvious that there was no one there, but it was completely different in his eyes.

Ying Bu was born in the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Si... I don't know if there is a relationship between Fu Nian and Li Si, there is a possibility of win-win cooperation with each other.

The empire has deviated from the path designed by the National Master, and even Mrs. Nongyu defected. If the eldest prince took office, there might be a chance. As for the National Master...

Chen Ping suddenly felt a little heavy, so he shook his head hard.

No, the National Master cannot be killed by the emperor. Mrs. Nong Yu must have defected because of the current empire, not because of the National Master's death... Ah, Chen Ping, what are you thinking!

"Chen Ping? Chen Ping! What are you thinking? You're so fascinated." Ji Bu grabbed Chen Ping's shoulder with both hands and shook it hard.

"Ah? Oh, nothing." Chen Ping broke free from Ji Bu's hands and took a step forward, "Go back first."

Ji Bu looked at him with some confusion and said in response: "Well, let's go."

...

"Chen Ping, alas~"

Fu Nian stroked his beard and sighed, asking Fusu and Li Si to marry him. He had never thought about this.

Fu Nian understands Li Si, so he will not do such meaningless things.

As a result, a student in the Central Academy actually came up with such an idea for Fusu, and Fusu really spoke to His Majesty the Emperor.

In the eyes of everyone outside, they would probably regard what Chen Ping did as his instruction. This is wrong.

What if His Majesty the Emperor regards this matter as a signal of forming a clique for personal gain? Will other people in the court feel threatened?

I, the president of the Central Academy, had already thought it was not going well, but now it is even worse.

Now that things have come to this point, Fu Nianwei can only walk down. His narrow eyebrows pressed down his eyes, narrowed his eyes and sighed quietly: "This marriage went unexpectedly~"
Chapter completed!