There are always sick girls with ill intentions towards me

Li Lingge did not bother with Liu Quan. The father and son of the Liu family had always lived in their house. After Liu Quan's father died, Liu Quan took over his father's position as the chief steward of the palace.

After so many years, he has gotten used to it. In addition to the friendship in the past, Liu Quan also finds it really easy to use.

"Where's Di Ying?"

Seeing Li Lingge change the subject, Liu Quan immediately raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Di Ying's room.

"She fainted. I sent someone to take her back to her room."

"Fainted?"

"She also saw you, Your Majesty..."

Liu Quan did not continue to say the rest, for fear of being hit again.

Snapped.

Li Lingge looked at the white lanterns all over the yard, and still felt a little unsatisfied.

He rewarded Liu Quan with a chestnut and then turned and left.

"Take all this stuff away."

……

When Di Ying opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on his bed.

She sat up slowly, staring at the white lanterns outside the window in a daze.

After a moment, she took out two vitamin C pills and put them in her mouth.

At the same time, a dagger slowly came out of its sheath.

The sharp blade pressed against the chest, paused slightly, and then moved to the throat.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the window.

"I don't like a female ghost to protect me."

Di Ying's hand trembled and the dagger fell to the ground.

She turned her head and looked out the window in disbelief. Under the sunlight, that familiar smile looked so bright.

After losing and regaining it, Di Ying's eyes suddenly turned red.

She quickly opened the door and ran into the man's arms.

Tears slid down her little face and wet Li Lingge's clothes.

Li Lingge straightened Di Ying's wet hair, looked at the other party's luck that had returned to zero, and sighed.

"You, from now on, can only follow me and be the villain."

half an hour.

Di Ying raised his head: Liu Quan said you were dead.

She pointed to the white lantern hanging in the yard. She knew that it was only hung when someone died.

The palace has been hung three times in total, and this is the third time.

Li Lingge held back his laughter. He didn't expect there was another victim here.

"He lied to you."

Di Ying was silent, then turned and left.

Li Lingge: "Hey, where are you going?"

Di Ying: My hands are itching.

Soon, Liu Quan's screams like a pig being slaughtered were heard from the yard.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 115 Chen Xiufeng: Let me kill Li Lingge?

Tianshu Academy.

The minister Xiufeng stood respectfully on the razed mountain behind, not daring to breathe.

At one side, a white-haired old man looked up at the Tianshu List in a daze.

"The son of destiny is dead?"

Seeing Chu Feng's name disappear, he actually felt a little confused.

The chess piece used to fight against Yun Yourong actually died in the Tianshu Secret Realm.

Am I destined to fail?

Chen Xiufeng asked tentatively.

"Why does the teacher think so highly of Chu Feng?"

This problem has been bothering him for a long time.

Indeed, Chu Feng's performance in the entrance examination was amazing.

It caused the ten saint statues to resonate with each other, which can be said to be a rare genius seen once in a century.

But compared with Li Lingge, it really pales in comparison.

He never imagined that the disciple he was forced to accept ten years ago would be so outstanding.

However, after the teacher came back, he actually asked him to focus on training Chu Feng and even favored Chu Feng.

He couldn't figure it out. Shouldn't he train Li Lingge well?

But he had to listen to the teacher.

Even though Chu Feng opposed Li Lingge in every way and was beaten to a pulp every time, he could only hold his nose and pretend that he knew nothing.

During this period, he liked Li Lingge more and more, and began to really treat him as his apprentice.

Although Li Lingge's cultivation is only at the seventh level at present, his future achievements may not be lower than Qiu Yuebai.

Speaking of Qiuyuebai, this girl was also sent by Li Mingda.

Unexpectedly, that guy actually gave him two favorite disciples at the same time.

I have wronged that guy all these years.

The old man in white didn't know what Chen Xiufeng was thinking, he was just still regretting Chu Feng's death.

"Since Chu Feng is dead, there is no need for Li Lingge to exist."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Chen Xiufeng was so frightened by these words that he coughed dryly, wondering if his teacher had gone mad.

The dean loved Li Lingge even more than he did, and regarded him as his Achilles' heel.

The Liang royal family had just been slaughtered, and now the teacher was going to kill Li Lingge?

"Why?"

"This boy will become a great man in the future. He must not be kept alive." The white-haired old man stroked his beard, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Yun Yourong alone is difficult enough to deal with."

Chen Xiufeng's throat rolled and he couldn't help but glance at his teacher's sleeves.

He clearly remembered that day when his teacher's sleeves were torn to shreds.

If you provoke Yun Yourong at this time, are you really not afraid of being exiled to the South China Sea?

"Teacher, I will definitely teach Li Lingge well and will never let him go against you."

After all, he was his disciple, so he was still a little reluctant to let him go.

Watching a seedling that was just about to grow vigorously being strangled to death?

He can't...

The white-haired old man turned his head and glanced at Chen Xiufeng, his only living disciple.

"Li Lingge is a chess piece chosen by Yun Yourong. If I don't kill him, he will come to kill me in the future."

Chen Xiufeng drooped his eyelids slightly. Now that things have come to this, what else can he say?

"Then teacher, please be careful and don't disturb the abbot Yun..."

However, the white-haired old man shook his head.

"It's not me who's going to kill him, it's you who's going to do it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiufeng's eyes widened and his jaw almost hit the ground in shock.

He raised his hand and pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief.

I?

Are you sure it's me?

Teacher, don’t you want me anymore?

What a joke, he knows his own weight.

I heard that the old woman from Liang was stepped to death after just a few words.

He could hold out against Yun Yourong for just enough time to finish a sentence, even if Supervisor Yun let him off.

"Teacher, I, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

The old man in white narrowed his eyes and his voice became a little colder.

"Don't worry, I will lead Yun Yourong away, then you can take action."

Hearing this, Chen Xiufeng still looked towards the direction of Prince Wei's Mansion with some lingering fear.

"Teacher, are you really not afraid of Dean Yun...getting mad?"

Although he was confident in his teacher's ability and might not be able to defeat him, he could definitely run away.

The question is, what about him after the teacher ran away?

Yun Yourong is not a fool. After luring the tiger away from the mountain, she could tell with her toes that it was him who killed Li Lingge.

The monk may run away, but the temple cannot. If he really killed Li Lingge, Yun Yourong, who had nowhere to vent her anger, would definitely vent it on him.

Who will come to save him then?

The white-haired old man put his hands behind his back, looking confident.

"She was punished by heaven and is now injured. She is no match for me. I will protect her."

"Teacher, I——"

"Ok?"

"I go!"

Chen Xiufeng left the back mountain of the academy in a daze. It was too difficult to be caught between the teacher and the dean.

No wonder he looked so relieved when his senior brother handed the position of dean to him.

……

Nanyue, Taishi Bureau.

Amid the scent of sandalwood, two people sat cross-legged in an elegant little house and played chess.

Yan Donglou stared at the chessboard intently, holding the black piece, but was reluctant to make a move.

Opposite him was a man in a white robe, who was Jia Wenhe, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"Regarding the trade negotiations, has the emperor issued an order?"

Yan Donglou's mind was on the chess game, so he didn't respond.

Yan Donglou looked over the chessboard for a long time before finally making his move.

"The treasury is in deficit, and the emperor wants to facilitate this peace talk as soon as possible."

"No!" Jia Wenhe tried to stop him subconsciously, but after meeting Yan Donglou's gaze, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he continued after making his move, "Once the trade is successful, South Vietnam will be in danger."

Yan Donglou threw in the towel and admitted defeat.