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But more of them are curious.

438: Qi Yuan should start with the basics

It can be seen that His Majesty the True Dragon is very good at calligraphy. The words he writes are like iron paintings and silver hooks, showing an iron-blooded style that is incompatible with the graceful and elegant words. The whole person looks very elegant.

"Come here, let me see."

Zhenlong gently put down his pen, and his wide sleeves slid down, covering his strong right hand. Although he said "come here quickly", his body had already walked over first.

Qi Yuan only felt a breeze blowing on his face, and his nostrils were suddenly filled with the smell of spices.

"good."

"He has an immortal bone structure, first-class swordsmanship, and a top-class appearance. He is indeed a young man who is trusted by you, my Lord."

Qi Yuan: “…”

He turned around silently and looked at the tutor for help.

The tutor turned his head away and remained silent.

"Although my brother is useless, his vision is top-notch. Whether it is choosing a wife or a successor, he actually chose you from the vast crowd and taught the Chixiao Sword Technique to a foreigner."

"They are so bold, have no taboos, and behave in an unruly way, which is admirable."

The brother I was referring to was naturally Wei Yanwu.

For every compliment he gives, he would go out of his way to curse him three times, with sarcasm and sarcasm. It seems that the grudge between the brothers has a long history.

“I figured it out myself.”

Qi Yuan honestly admitted: "Lord Wei has a keen eye for heroes and gave me a sword manual. The rest is all up to me. I have come this far thanks to my own sweat and talent."

The Grand Tutor nodded, obviously agreeing with Qi Yuan's words.

"Of course you figured it out on your own."

The fierce gaze slowly withdrew, and Zhenlong returned to his previous elegance and easygoing self: "Can he teach such a disciple? Can such an irresponsible person be at ease teaching others swordsmanship?"

Qi Yuan: “…”

Even though he was cursing Wei Yanwu, when he looked at Qi Yuan, the real dragon did not hesitate to show his admiration. The majesty of sitting on the throne for a long time made his eyes feel like a knife, and the majesty pressed down on him like a mountain.

"If you really let my brother teach you step by step, you would definitely be completely delayed and would never have come this far." Zhenlong said calmly.

"That's not the case."

Qi Yuan seriously corrected the criticism and stopped it.

Gold shines everywhere, Qi Yuan and his puppet will not be buried by anything.

“Confidence is good.”

Zhenlong praised again.

He said a lot of things, and to sum up his central idea, Qi Yuan is good and Wei Yanwu is bad. He wanted to say directly, "Wei Yanwu's original intention was bad, but Qi Yuan's swordsmanship talent made it work."

Qi Yuan was not used to it.

Especially that look that seemed to want to strip him naked, Qi Yuan felt his hair stand on end.

"First of all, I'm not a dragon."

He reminded seriously.

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The real dragon obviously came prepared.

The Grand Tutor patted Qi Yuan on the shoulder and whispered, "Your deeds are not related to the royal family. I have already told His Majesty about this, but he still refuses to give up and has done some erratic things. Please understand and accommodate him."

"What behavior?"

Qi Yuan became a little alert and asked subconsciously.

He looked at the teacup that was shaking on the table, wondering if the breaking of the cup was a signal and a dozen royal princesses armed to the teeth would rush out and surround him.

Fortunately, the real dragon is not so cruel.

He took out a thick file, spread it on the table, and began to ask Qi Yuan one by one.

"Thirty years ago, there was a change in the harem. The late emperor's twelfth son fell into the lake and drowned. No body was found. Was this you or your father?"

Qi Yuan shook his head.

"Twenty years ago, there was a sudden fire... Is this you?"

, "?"

"He ran away from home sixty years ago and has not returned since. Is this your grandfather?"

"No."

"..."

"..."

Although royal heirs are scarce, the accumulation of so many years has already branched out and formed a huge family line. Zhenlong has been doing nothing after work recently, and has been collecting these unsolved cases in the palace, especially those that are full of doubts and have no evidence.

Those murders that left no corpses, and the missing cases...especially the missing cases, the dragon son of the old Yan family stood out as a rebellious person.

The real dragon is trying too hard.

But Qi Yuan kept shaking his head, rejecting them one by one.

Qi Yuan, a time traveler with a good pedigree, a pure-blooded human certified by Kal'tsit.

The files are getting thinner and thinner.

Zhenlong's expression became increasingly worse, gradually filled with regret, and finally this emotion turned into a long sigh.

"Ugh……"

The Grand Tutor shook his head and added, "Your Majesty, I have emphasized time and again that, apart from Duke Wei's appreciation, Qi Yuan has nothing to do with the royal family, let alone a blood relationship."

"But he obviously has such a high talent and such pure swordsmanship. When he strikes out on the long street, his sword is as pure as if the ancestor dragon were still alive..."

Zhenlong sighed: "Last night, my imperial guards went out at night to help Qi Yuan clean up the battlefield. I specially sent someone to bring the corpse over to observe it carefully several times. I was extremely impressed."

It seems that as long as there is the slightest blood connection, even if Qi Yuan was a prince of a branch of the royal family eighteen generations ago, the contemporary True Dragon would want to give it a try.

"Your Majesty, let's not mention this matter again." The Grand Tutor bowed helplessly.

"Well, forget it then."

Qi Yuan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief in silence. He finally understood what was going on.

Although he hated the throne, Zhenlong knew almost everything that happened in Yan Kingdom, probably mainly because of the intelligence sharing from the Grand Tutor. Who doesn't want to have a fast old man around?

However, if the real dragon is a suspicious and narrow-minded person, he will not tolerate such a tutor.

There are two possibilities.

Either he is a great leader with the world in his heart, or he really has no desire for power and can stick to his original intention. Even after sitting in the highest position in Yan State for decades, there has not been any change in him.

Qi Yuan felt it was the latter. Wei Yanwu and his brother were indeed not easy to deal with.

"Then I won't mention it."

The real dragon waved his sleeves, and his dignity was like a mountain pressing down on him: "Let me think about it, what official position Qi Yuan can hold..."

"My humble suggestion is to let Qi Yuan work in the secret department of Simaitai for a period of time. He doesn't have to report for duty and has a high degree of freedom. He can start from the grassroots level and win the support of the public to a greater extent, and get along well with people of the same age."

If you hold a too high position, you will have to face a large group of old guys.

"We should really start from the grassroots level and not climb all the way to the top overnight."

Zhenlong nodded gently: "Then let's start with the most basic position of Crown Prince... Crown Prince's Tutor."

It's really bad to breathe heavily when talking.

The old tutor was instantly shocked when he heard it, and was slightly stunned when he heard the last two words.

The Prince's Tutor, also known as the Shaofu, is of the first rank and is responsible for teaching the prince. He is one of the future leadership team.

"Your Majesty, do you already have a child?" the Grand Tutor asked hurriedly.

"No."

The real dragon answered with great pride.

439: I took fewer detours (

The real dragon has always been proud of the fact that he has no offspring.

The Grand Tutor couldn't understand where this pride came from, so he simply ignored it. However, after hearing these words, his brows furrowed deeply.

Qi Yuan is the Prince's tutor, and as the name suggests, his job is to teach his successors how to read, just like the tutor more than 30 years ago, who used a ruler to teach the royal children to read and often hit Wei Yanwu and Zhenlong on the palms.

But the question is, how to teach without students?

Does Qi Yuan teach about air?

Isn't this equivalent to directly giving him an official position of the first rank, which has extremely huge political significance, but Qi Yuan himself doesn't have to do anything?

It has more symbolic significance than practical significance, and it also blocks the path to future promotion.

What if Qi Yuan makes great contributions in the future?

Take over his job directly?

"Qi Yuan certainly has something to do. Aren't there so many royal children?"

Zhenlong raised his eyelids, flicked his sleeves and said, "I have heard of Qi Yuan's efficiency. Maybe if I hand this matter over to him today, he can find a successor tomorrow, or directly solve the huge threat under Bai Zao."

"..."

Ugh.

The Master sighed and said no more.

If at this moment, Sui Lao Er's chess pieces were still in the capital and spread all over the court, they would definitely be impressed by Zhenlong's political wisdom.

He really... avoided a lot of detours.

"Besides, isn't Qi Yuan your heir?"

The real dragon said calmly: "The Prince's tutor is the direct disciple of the tutor. Wouldn't your twenty-four decrees go further? Those dark clouds in the court cannot obscure your towering mountain."

"Everything depends on your majesty."

After a long silence, the Master nodded and reluctantly followed the suggestion.

Qi Yuan was speechless.

How did I, a 19-year-old high school student, become a first-rank official? Until I received the full set of equipment that Zhenlong had already prepared, even the ink pad had a light and elegant fragrance.

"Qi Yuan, I'm going to give you an important task."

Zhenlong said solemnly: "If there are any royal children you like, you must pay more attention to them and recommend them to me one by one, and I will take a look."

"Don't let anyone go!"

Qi Yuan nodded repeatedly.

"Finally, I want to personally experience how real the Chixiao swordsmanship is, as if a real dragon were alive." The real dragon picked up the brush and walked out with great interest. "Qi Yuan, do you mind competing with me?"

"Okay." Qi Yuan nodded.

After staying in Gui Palace for a long time, the smell of cinnamon made me feel a little dizzy.

It's a good time to go out and get some fresh air.

Facts have proved that although he looks 50% like Wei Yanwu and his posture of holding the brush is similar to the old Wei's swordsmanship with the white jade pipe, the difference between the contemporary Zhenlong's Chixiao swordsmanship and the old Wei's is simply worlds apart.

Strictly speaking, Zhenlong is the second strongest person who can perform the Chixiao swordsmanship that Qi Yuan has ever seen.

Stronger than Chen.

But Qi Yuan swung his sword and cut off a piece of his sleeve in a few breaths. Zhenlong was stunned for a moment, and then silently accepted the result.

"Come on, let's go. I know you don't like staying here."

He waved his hand and picked up the remaining sleeves, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.