Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

"Xiao Yi doesn't deserve this begging!"

Yan Xiaoyi folded his arms, bowed, lowered his head, and said solemnly: "Your Highness, there is no need to be like this. If it weren't for Your Highness, Xiaoyi would have been a withered bone in the grave. Your Highness, just say it directly!"

"I want you to go to the Fan Mansion and see if it's really Fan Xian."

Li Yunrui walked up to Yan Xiaoyi, face to face, staring into his eyes, his breathing became rapid and clearly audible: "If it's him, kill him!"

Yan Xiaoyi was surprised when he heard this, he understood the importance of the Fan family.

"Don't you want any survivors?"

"Tonight, Zhuang Mohan and I were spying in the palace, but he caught us." Li Yunrui looked at the lights nearby, his expression dazed.

"Your Highness!" the female official beside him interrupted hurriedly.

Li Yunrui turned a deaf ear to this and continued, "I made a deal with Northern Qi and betrayed Yan Bingyun of the Supervisory Council."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze and carefully observed Yan Xiaoyi's expression.

"Understood!"

Yan Xiaoyi didn't ask any more questions. He understood that for the woman in front of him, he would do it without hesitation even if it meant making the whole world his enemy.

He hurried out of Guangxin Hall.

"Your Highness, why did you tell this?"

After Yan Xiaoyi left, the female official at the side did not care about her status and asked Li Yunrui.

Li Yunrui looked at Yan Xiaoyi's back and said slowly, "I can't hide it anymore."

She didn't know that at this moment, the only people closest to her who truly cared about her were these two people.

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After Li An carried Fan Xian out of the palace, Fan Xian had already woken up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt pain surging like a tide, and there was no place in my body that didn't hurt.

"Hey, buddy, did you beat me up while I was unconscious?"

Fan Xian landed on the ground with both feet, and spoke with a grin on his face, rubbing his chest and arms from time to time.

Li An rolled his eyes when he heard this, then glanced at Fan Xian in front of him and said, "If I were you, I would hurry back right now. Yan Xiaoyi should be heading to your house soon."

Fan Xian had anticipated this before he fainted, but how could Li An know this? Could he have predicted it?

He immediately asked anxiously: "What happened after I fainted?"

"I don't know how much time you wasted." Li An was also thinking about himself, his mind wandering, "In addition to Yan Xiaoyi who was chasing you, Hong Sixiang also turned back. I had a fight with them. I guess his identity can't be hidden anymore."

Looking at Wu Zhu who was walking behind Fan Xian, Li An said one last sentence: "How to deal with your afterlife is up to you. Wish you the best of luck."

After saying this, he no longer paid any attention to Fan Xian, nor did he have any intention of meeting Wu Zhu. He immediately used his Qing Kung Fu to leave this place of trouble.

"You owe me twice now!"

Listening to the sound of Li An gradually dying, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Now I understand why my whole body is in so much pain. This guy is fighting with his back to me, and he is fighting with two ninth-rank or above people.

Fan Xian had already imagined the whole process, and he also understood why this matter was considered as owing him two favors.

If your identity is not discovered, it counts as one time. If your identity is discovered and you save your life, it counts as two times.

“This deal is worth it!”

He was able to face Hong Sixiang and Yan Xiaoyi at the same time and escape unscathed with his own backs on his shoulders.

Is this the strength of a grandmaster?

But now that his identity has been exposed, what should he do next? Fan Xian thought.

Following Wuzhu's concerned gaze, she said "it's okay", and then disappeared from here with his support.

Chapter 84 The situation is not good.

Luming Academy, inside the studio.

Li An was lying in a rocking chair, watching two cats, one black and one white, playing with each other in front of him. He didn't know which lady had brought these cats to the academy secretly.

Although the college does not have an explicit rule prohibiting bringing pets to school, it will still affect academic studies.

Maybe their families didn't want them to become great writers. Ang Lee didn't delve into it. He watched with interest and didn't feel bored.

There are more than twenty students in the room.

These people who focus on painting skills are all illegitimate sons of the family or children of some poor people. Perhaps they want to learn a skill to make a living, or it is a personal hobby of the young masters.

Although they are not pursuing the depth of painting skills but only want to show off their skills, Ang Lee really likes to teach the former group of students.

In his opinion, after learning knowledge, one must enter the practice stage. What one has learned must have value. If it is just to cultivate one's sentiments, perhaps one must first solve the problem of food and clothing?

"Bring them up for me to see."

Li An waited quietly for a moment, then slowly drank the tea that Tong'er had poured on the table in front of him.

"Teacher, please comment!"

A confident voice rang in his ears. It was from the young lady of the Minister of Works' family, but Li An couldn't pronounce her name.

Even Ang Lee couldn't remember the names of most people in the academy.

Looking up, I saw a long line on the left. Rich kids and common people were mixed in the line, but it was quiet. Perhaps it was because their substitute teacher, Hong Kaijia, managed the line well.

"Let me see."

Ang Lee stayed on each painting for ten seconds, not a minute longer or an inch shorter, and made comments on each one.

"It can be seen that you are very serious every time you paint, and you have made great progress. The depth of colors of these two kittens surprised the teacher."

"Small and delicate, your paintings always embody a sense of spirituality."

"From your paintings, I can see the word clean. As the saying goes, words can be used to describe people, and the same applies to paintings. I can see that you are a careful and clean girl."

"Well, your painting is interesting, but in my opinion it's not good enough! Your layout and lines have flaws, which shows that you are not bold enough. Relax a little and be more confident! At least in this academy, don't be so restrained."

After commenting on each painting in turn, Li An allowed the students to start preparing for the next class.

The next class was the math class of the second disciple Xu Sheng, which made the disciples in the room nervous and they all showed painful expressions.

They are not afraid of counting, as for what they are afraid of, perhaps Ang Lee should remind his disciples to pay attention to the way and method of teaching?

The students came out of the studio in twos and threes, whispering from time to time.

"Why does the teacher always praise me and be so strict with that commoner's son? I feel that the picture of two cats I drew today is really not that good." The young man, who was wearing exquisite fabrics but very low-key colors, asked his female friend beside him.

The girl next to him smiled softly and said, "Oh, young master, have you come to your senses today? It's really strange that you can also feel that your painting is not good."

Seeing the boy's angry expression, the girl stopped teasing: "What kind of compliment is that? You haven't understood the teacher in these days." Seeing that the boy still didn't understand, she explained: "For example, the painting of the first assistant minister's daughter, the teacher said that she was very serious and made great progress. The key is that the depth of the color is surprising."

"I saw the painting, it's just two blobs of ink! How can the color not be shocking?"

At this point, the girl couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, not caring at all about her modesty as a lady from a wealthy family.

"Ah? Is that the explanation?" The young man touched his head and asked, "What about the small, delicate and spiritual one?"

"It means insignificant. As for the spirituality, in the teacher's words, it is called abstract!"

"What about your comment?" The boy glanced at the rocking chair in the room and whispered, "Is it clean?"

At this moment, the girl's face turned red, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "You said my paintings were pale!"

The young man was already stunned and walked numbly.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, "Then why are you so harsh on the people who come after you?"

"Ah." The girl seemed to be feeling sad as she spoke softly, "That shows that he is a promising person, so the teacher is so attentive to him."

The students have gone to the next classroom.

Little did he know that all these fragmentary words had reached Ang Lee's ears.

Li An put down his teacup and saw the kitten in the corner was still playing around, which made him interested. After finishing the preparations, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and put it on the paper.

He watched quietly and patiently, waiting for the best movement he wanted.

There is no regularity in the strokes, as if a child had scribbled randomly, without any rules at all.

In less than a cup of tea, the painting was completed.

This is not a cat play picture.

Rather, they are two animals whose names cannot be pronounced. To be more precise, they are two strange beasts with different shapes!

That form should be hunting!

The black chased the white and fled. The black beast had a clear target, but it also had an aura that seemed to break through paper, wanting to choose someone to devour!

But Li An showed no fear, as if he was used to it.

'That's strange.'

Li An thought about Emperor Qing’s thoughts.

It's already the third day, and not only have they sent people to investigate and monitor me, they haven't even asked me a simple inquiry, as if nothing had happened.

The night before the storm was so quiet that it made people feel bored. That’s how this painting of strange beasts came into being.

Before painting, Ang Lee did not have any idea of ​​what he would paint. He just followed his feelings.

It was only after my painting skills were upgraded to the maximum level that the simple lines in the painting came alive.

They are obviously two ferocious and ugly beasts, but they give people a different kind of beauty, as if they will devour the soul of the person watching them, making people feel palpitating but also satisfied.

"This is really weird!"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Wang Shisanlang outside knocked on the door of the studio, although it was not closed.

'Here it comes,' Li An thought to himself.

He understood that under normal circumstances, Shisan Wang would not interrupt his lectures and would not take the initiative to come to the academy.

"Sir, these pieces of letter paper are flying outside this academy, or in the whole Kyoto." Seeing that Li An had no strange expression and his face was calm, Wang Shisanlang hesitated for a moment and then told him his discovery.

"Also, I found something wrong."

"Oh?" Li An perked up, thinking to himself, here comes the point: "What kind of discovery?"

Wang Shisanlang looked around and sensed that there was no one around, so he said in a deep voice: "Today I was practicing sword in the bamboo forest outside the city and felt the ground shaking. It must be a cavalry passing by."

“After returning to the city, I felt something strange.”

“This feeling is not when entering the city, nor after coming to the academy, but in the middle of this distance.”

After hearing this, Li An felt an unknown sense of uneasiness in his heart. He stretched out his hands and began to calculate, predicting his own fortune.

Although the skill is at the maximum level and the divination is very accurate, it is calculating oneself, so the answer is often vague.

But fortunately, Li An had calculated it many times and had experience. After a while, he got the answer - correct.

In just a moment, the hexagram changed again.

A bad lottery!

Chapter 85 Speculations.

Li An thought about the timeline of the original world. What about the bamboo forest outside the city at this time? He murmured, "Could it be that Chen Pingping was looking for the traitor in the procuratorate and killing the black cavalry mobilized by Zhuge?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shisanlang added hastily, "After I discovered something was wrong in the bamboo forest, I went to investigate."

"What kind of traitor needs to be killed by mobilizing tens of thousands of cavalry?"

There was anxiety on his face. He was not a native of Qing, and he never let down his guard.

"On the way back, I still couldn't figure out what that strange feeling was." Shisan Wang stared at Li An and said with certainty: "Now that I think about it, there is only one possibility!"

"That means we are being watched or surrounded!"

Li An raised his eyebrows, his face slightly tense. Although it was a rhetorical question, one could tell that he had confirmed the truth: "The surveillance scope is not the academy, nor the Wanshizhai."

"But the half of the city surrounding these two locations?"