After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Chapter 119: The former crown prince? Princess

Zhu Mingkai was about to say something else, but Huang Ping asked, "Now that almost everyone is dead, you are the only one left?"

This was straightforward and simple. Zhu Mingkai said, "Yes, I am the only one left."

"My brother asked you to come and tell me this before he died?"

This, isn't this enough? Zhu Mingkai has seen all kinds of responses to the unfortunate situations in Yunxia Valley. Some people burst into tears, while others vented their emotions through behavior. Suddenly, there was a way to respond in silence, which made him at a loss as to how to deal with it.

Huang Ping waved his hand and the children around him dispersed.

At this time, Zhu Mingkai was a little confused.

Huang Ping said in a calm tone, "If everyone has a 50% chance of survival, then there is no need to save them anymore." After that, he returned Mingkai's small bag to him and walked away.

Zhu Mingkai stood there, somewhat at a loss.

Huang Ping walked to his own pit and asked him again, "Hey, where is that guy?"

Zhu Mingkai knew who he was asking about, so he said, "In Shangjing, he is a high-ranking official in Shangjing." Zhu Mingkai clenched his fists and stepped forward.

"Oh." Huang Ping called out and there was no response.

The winter wind was freezing cold and Zhu Mingkai couldn't help but shiver. He had been hiding all the way and finally managed to come back. Only at this moment did he let go of his fatigue. No matter what, he had done it. He had said everything that could be told to the children.

They are still children, with chains on their feet, and are now being treated like toys. What can they do?

Zhu Mingkai was awakened by a loud noise while he was half asleep. The moment he opened his eyes, he was a little confused and didn't know where he was. Only the sound in his ears brought back his memories. Oh, he was still in Yunxia Valley. He looked towards the distance where the sound came from. It was the kid named Huang Ping. What was he doing?

The child didn't stop until he reached the dividing line. He stood there for a while, then suddenly crossed the dividing line. Zhu Mingkai was about to remind him, but he saw that the child was bounced back to his original position. He thought he was going to fall to the ground like the others, but it seemed that wasn't the case. He rolled over and supported himself on the ground with his hands.

He exclaimed, and then watched Huang Ping run towards the dividing line again, and then be bounced back to the ground again, in the same posture as before, over and over again, but one time when he was in the air, he shouted loudly, "Go to Beijing." The young man's voice was loud and his eyes were shining.

Only then did Zhu Mingkai realize that he did it on purpose. He did it on purpose because he was adapting.

Go to Beijing.

Go to Beijing!

Late at night, Zhu Mingkai burst into tears.

Late at night in the capital, Hu Gongye put off his tired body, put on his casual dark black robe, and sat casually on a low stool. He was not as majestic as he was during the day, but rather a little more peaceful than usual.

He was working on a letter that was mailed to him, so he took it out from the table and sat down to read it carefully. There were chaotic footsteps in the distance. The person who could come at this time must be extraordinary. As expected, Hu Gongye looked up and saw the current Queen Mother.

"Brother, are you reading Lady Qi's letter again?"

"Well, it seems that you have made great progress. Your handwriting has become more beautiful now."

It seems that some effort has been put into it.

Liang said, "Brother, you are too stingy. Lady Qi has more than just good handwriting." Her face was filled with fondness and memories, as well as some nostalgia. "I haven't seen him for a long time. Let's take a look at what he wrote this time."

"Well, he said he was coming to the capital."

"Ah, really? That's great, brother, what are you waiting for?" Then he said anxiously, "What's wrong, brother, you don't agree?"

Hu Gongye just looked at the letter without saying anything.

Liang couldn't wait to act coquettishly and said, "Brother, look at Miss Qi, she is so big now, just agree to it."

"No, I was wondering how he would get back."

Liang became even happier when she heard this. "Then I'll go back and see if there's anything I need to prepare." After saying that, she left quickly.

Hu Gongye, who was always serious, now had a smile on his face, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were all puffed up.

I'm coming to Beijing.

In the distant Mo City, there were also people talking about going to the capital, such as Liang Jingtian, the prefect of Mo City, and Mr. Zichun, the principal of Qinghe College.

"What did you say? You want her to go to Beijing. Are you crazy?" Liang Jingtian was shocked when he heard it.

"What did you say? Say it again?" He looked at the man in front of him, thinking he was joking.

Mr. Zichun turned around and said, "I think I can let her go to the capital."

She, they all knew who she was, frowned and asked, "What are your plans?"

"I meant it when I said she should go to Beijing."

Liang Jingtian said angrily, "Do you know what you are talking about? We didn't even have time to hide from those people. Now that the matter in Mocheng has just been settled, what do you want?"

It was cold late at night, and there was a stove burning in the room with tea warming on it. In Liang Jingtian's study, there were a few books casually placed on the desk. Following the vigorous strike of the suspects and the death of Lu Gongqing, the students sat in silence. Liang Jingtian was fined half a year's salary and resumed his duties as the prefect of Mocheng. Today he finally got rid of his fatigue, but Mr. Zichun visited him late at night in the middle of winter.

Previously, because of the affairs of the academy, Mr. Zichun had to deal with the government, which made it easier for him to communicate with Liang Jingtian, and this way no one would be suspicious.

Mr. Zichun said, "I don't have anything to think about. I just hope she can study hard and take the imperial examination in Beijing."

Liang Jingtian stood up and said, "You want her to study hard, that's not wrong, but why do we have to take the imperial examination? You should know that others don't know the situation, but you don't know it. With her identity, can she participate? Do you want everyone to know that she is a girl? The imperial examination requires stripping and body search."

Mr. Zichun said, "Your Excellency, as a prefecture of Mo City, there must be a way."

Liang Jingtian said angrily, "Let's not talk about whether this method will work or not. Tell me, what do you want him to do in the imperial examination? We can't even hide from him, but you insist on sending her to those people?"

Zichun said, "Whether she can be recognized or not is one thing. Besides, you see that Lu Gongqing didn't recognize her. Secondly..." He smiled bitterly, "Do you think that no one will notice this child if she is hidden? Look at how many things she has caused without our knowledge. The whole Mo City is about to be overturned by her."

Liang Jingtian also thought of the previous events, and said with a headache, "She is ignorant and fearless. If I tell her her identity, will she still dare to do this?"

Is it that the ignorant are fearless? Mr. Zichun was silent for a moment and said, "Is she really ignorant and fearless? Think about it carefully."

What's wrong? Liang Jingtian asked with some confusion.

"I have thought about everything during this period of time. This matter was meticulously designed from beginning to end. It may seem absurd, but in fact it is not something that can be arranged arbitrarily. If there is a problem in any link, the whole thing will be a failure. So do you still think she is ignorant and fearless?

"But, there is one most important point, have you forgotten it?"

What is the most important point? Liang asked today in confusion.

"Young man's chivalry."

"If you are ignorant, you don't know how terrible the consequences will be. But if you know the consequences, you still do it. This is determination and fearlessness. If this is not the chivalry of a young man, what is it?"

So she was able to do such a thing, not because she didn't know the consequences, but because she knew the consequences but still did it. She is a fearless person.

If you told her directly that she was the princess and her father, mother, and brother were all murdered, do you think she would hide like a hamster?

Liang Jingtian recalled the day in Yi Garden. The boy was leaning on a cane. He looked weak, but he had the aura of a warrior. He shuddered when he thought of this. "Don't tell him, or I'm worried that she will go to Beijing to avenge her parents."

Mr. Zichun said, "So if she is such a person, I would like to go with the flow and let her do something."

Liang Jingtian said, "Then why is it necessary to take the imperial examination?"

"Because she is the imperial princess, because her predecessor the crown prince died to protect her and the queen, and because she was designated by the late emperor as the next imperial princess to inherit the throne, sooner or later she will have to come into contact with the court." What other faster learning opportunity can there be than entering the court in person?

Liang Jingtian was silent for a moment and said, "But she is a woman. If she successfully inherits the imperial examination, will she guess something?"

"She claims to be the best scholar in the imperial examination. I think she has the confidence to say that. So what is there to be suspicious about? You can just let her fail the exam and get the last place. You don't have to let her get the first place."

There was some anger in these words; Liang Jingtian said, "That girl claims to be a top scholar, but she is not confident at all. It is obvious that she said that because she does not want to take the exam. This matter is extraordinary. We need to think about it carefully. Let me think about it for a while, and then we can talk about it."

Mr. Zichun did not ask him to agree immediately. This matter was of great importance and it was not something that could be decided in a short time. He wrapped himself up in a cloak and left.

Liang Jingtian waited for Mr. Zichun to leave, then sat quietly for a while. Suddenly, he felt a little cold on his face. There was a stove in the house, so where did the cold come from? He stretched out his hand to look outside...Oh, it's going to snow again.

Liang Jingtian's eyebrows opened, and there was a hint of smile. This year's blood is more than in previous years. After saying that, he went back to the room, wrapped his clothes tightly, and sat on the table to read a book. When he was about to pick up the wine that had been warmed on the table, it was empty.

Could it be that he had just finished the wine? He had specially asked someone to bring this wine back from Shangjing. Could it be that he thought he was just tasting it during the conversation just now, but actually finished it without realizing it?

"Go, bring some more Shoumei."

The waiter outside came in hurriedly, holding a pot of wine in his hand, and his expression was a little confused. "Master, this wine is gone."

"Gone? How is that possible?" Liang Jingtian stretched out his hand and shook the wine jug, and indeed, it was gone.

No, that's unlikely.

The servant saw his confusion and stepped forward to explain, "Maybe he drank too much with Mr. Zichun without realizing it."

"How could I bear to let him drink too much?"

The servant was ashamed. Liang Jingtian was holding the wine pot in his left hand and the warmed pot in his right hand. How could such a delicious wine be gone? Wasn't he like Zhu Bajie who ate the ginseng fruit and couldn't taste the flavor? So he was furious and asked, "Who stole my wine?"

The servant thought to himself, this is the prefectural government office, who dares to come here and steal your wine? Sir, have you drunk too much and forgotten it?

Snow fluttered down, dancing in the air with the wind. In a thatched cottage at the foot of the Qinghe Academy, it looked small and simple. Inside, a thin student was studying hard in the cold winter. He was wearing thin clothes and rubbing his hands and stamping his feet from time to time to seek warmth. This was interpreted as a story of studying by hanging from the beam and piercing the thigh with a needle, and drilling a hole in the wall to borrow light, but in fact it was...

Although the thatched cottage was simple, there were four braziers around it and a thick blanket on the ground. None of the windows were opened, so that the boy's stuffy nose had tiny sweat stains. There were also a few potted plants placed in the room, and the aroma of food filled the air.

On the exaggerated table were placed writing brushes, inkstones, thin-skinned fresh beef for the merchants in the restaurant, a pot of good wine, and boiling tea on the stove...

The young man was dressed in ordinary clothes, thin clothes, but the clothes were sewn with several layers of thick cotton quilt inside. He held a scroll in his hand and frowned, "Can you not put so much charcoal? It's so hot that it's killing me."

Mr. Zhixing was lying on the other side of the table, occasionally putting some peanuts from the table into his mouth, and replied, "Do you know how many people would chase and beat you if someone heard this?"

"Are you trying to say that the rich are living a life of luxury while the poor are freezing to death? Just because I am not forced by life and even live a carefree life, should I not complain? If it is because I am living a good life, then it is not wrong for me to complain, because that is the fact, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Student, I was wrong. Come, come, I'll buy you a drink."

Yingge sniffed it and said, "Where did you steal this good wine from?"

Zhixing said, "How can it be called stealing? I picked it up honestly." After saying that, he poured himself a pot.

"Come, come, everyone who sees it gets a share. I'll give you some. You're welcome."

Yingge picked it up, savored it, and drank it all. She tasted it and said, "Not bad. Better than any wine you've picked up before." She tightened her tone when she spoke the word "picked".

Zhixing said, "It's okay." He picked up the small hot pot that had been simmering for a long time from the stove and started eating.

Yingge ignored him and continued to study hard. Suddenly Zhixing said, "It won't be long until the county exam in February. How are you preparing?"

What else can I prepare for? There are two ways to deal with it. As a woman, what else can I prepare for the imperial examination? Yingge put down the book and picked up a piece of meat to eat. "Don't worry, sir. I have thought about it. Although I can take the imperial examination, I will write a corresponding essay according to the examination questions outside the venue, and then give it to the examiners for judgment. If they rate it well, it means that you have taught well, and you have not failed. You don't have to pay back the tuition for the students."

Zhixing looked up at him and said, "Thank you then."

Yingge picked up another piece of meat and ate it without even looking up. "Sir, in my hometown, it's not polite to say this."

Zhixing slapped the table and said, "Who wants to learn your messy stuff, your hometown dialect, and random food? You have to remember that you have to be able to remain unmoved in any environment no matter what happens. And why do you only eat beef? Lamb is the freshest..."

"Because I don't eat mutton, sir."

Zhixing muttered a few more words, and looked at Yingge who was reading in front of him and said, "You have finished reading the Four Books of the Spring and Autumn Annals. Let's talk about the sentence in the book you are reading now, "The respected one should avoid mentioning the name of the enemy, and the enemy should not avoid mentioning the name of the defeated one..."

"The exam is coming up soon, sir, don't feel stressed, just be like me."

"Don't be glib and write quickly..."

"Well, it's written. Sir, don't get excited when you see it."

After reading it, Zhixing really felt that it was just as she said. He looked excited but didn't say anything.

"What you wrote is bullshit. Get up and climb the mountain behind Qinghe Academy three times."

"once."

"three times,"

"How can it be that my writing is bad as you said? It's obviously very good, and you even punished me corporally."

Zhixing watched Yingge complain while climbing up the mountain with his hands and feet, and looked at the article on the table with a complicated expression. "How can it be the first place if it is so badly written?" After drinking a few sips of wine, he thought of the conversation between the two people again. "Who cares about the last place? What I want is the first place, that's satisfying." After saying this, he smiled.

"I really don't want to take part in the county exam. Humph, when you see yourself being taken in, you'll see if you're stupid enough." Thinking that everyone else was stupid and he knew everything, Zhixing laughed triumphantly to himself.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?"

Yingge's voice suddenly came from outside.

Zhixing was shocked. When did she come? He didn't even notice her. Has her martial arts level improved so much now?

Yingge pointed to the bamboo stick behind her and said, "Oh, I forgot to take that."

"Stop pretending to be pathetic. Even if it's a snowy night, you have to go up." However, he didn't even notice when she came.

The small figure, wearing cotton clothes, disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.