About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

Luo Weiyang burst out laughing.

"Can this be considered a good name? Brother Fang, have you heard of the idiom 'dig three feet into the ground'? People call it 'the blue sky is three feet high', not because of impartiality, but because of being too greedy, digging away three feet of the ground, that's why it got that nickname."

If the ground sinks three feet, wouldn't the sky be three feet higher?

No one speaks.

Li Qingcha said: "So, don't talk about morality. It's good enough to help the people make a profit."

The scholars were somewhat ashamed.

Those castles in the air just mentioned are probably just jokes and worthless in the eyes of officials like Li Qingcha who have really done practical things.

"Thank you Mr. Siwei for your teachings!"

They bowed respectfully.

Chapter 517 Please give me some advice, sir!

The prince couldn't help looking at Li Qingcha.

It took only a few words to deal with this group of unruly scholars. It was really amazing.

He waved his hand,

"Today is a literary gathering, not a lecture. If you stand up and shout that you want to learn, it will be out of place and will displease Mr. Siwei. You should just sit down and drink and enjoy the moon together."

The scholars thought it made sense and sat back down.

Night fell,

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and the waiter's shouting of serving dishes could be heard frequently.

The person sitting by the window opened it.

The moonlight shines into the house, making the environment quiet at first, and then people begin to recite various poems about the bright moon.

Fang Jingwu said: "Not bad, not bad, this is more like a literary gathering, but..."

He glanced at Li Qingcha.

"Everyone here is very eloquent, but I still want to advise you that it is best to finish your poem before Mr. Siwei starts writing, so as not to be embarrassed to show your work."

The crowd roared with laughter.

Fang Jingwu said, "Mr. Siwei, we have agreed that you should not write yet."

Li Qingcha had no choice but to spread his hands.

“I didn’t intend to write.”

"That won't work. I still have to write it, but I can't write it before everyone else~"

"..."

Helpless.

The prince saw this and said, "Mr. Siwei, you are putting too much pressure on them here. Why don't you go outside and drink with me?"

He pointed in the direction of the terrace.

Li Qingcha knew that this was the focus of today, and nodded immediately.

"I will follow your Highness's arrangements."

The prince was overjoyed, and he stood up and bowed to the others, saying, "I hope you all can express your poetic instincts, and don't show your shyness in front of Mr. Siwei."

After saying that, he picked up a pot of wine, stood up and walked towards the terrace.

Fang Jingwu nodded to Li Qingcha.

"I'll take care of this place. Miss Luo is also a cultivator, so it's no problem."

"Sorry to bother you, Brother Fang."

Li Qingcha followed the prince.

The late autumn night was slightly cool. A gust of evening breeze blew by, and the red lanterns hanging in various hotels swayed. The singing girls raised their silk sleeves and sang some beautiful and moving songs.

The prince half leaned on the railing, looking down.

Hearing Li Qingcha's footsteps, he turned around and asked, "Mr. Siwei, what do you think of Fanlou?"

Li Qingcha nodded.

"good."

"It is indeed good. This Fanlou is the second tallest restaurant in the capital. Frankly speaking, even though it only has three floors, it is taller than most buildings. Mr. Siwei, do you know why?"

The reason is obvious -

Imperial City.

Commercial buildings are built with higher floors. Are they trying to get a bird's eye view of the imperial city from above?

The imperial power cannot be violated. Zhang Kun of the Yizi Dao school played chess on the emperor's head, which directly led to the end of the three sects' discussion on Taoism. This is the most intuitive example.

Li Qingcha said: "It is too high and will offend the heaven."

The prince nodded slowly.

"Mr. Siwei still understands."

More than understanding,

I simply understand.

Li Qingcha is the wise king of Daxia.

She said, "Your Highness, do you have anything to say? Feel free to say it."

The prince paused, then said, "Mr. Siwei, if we talk about the people that our father trusts the most, apart from the eunuchs in the palace, there are only two people in the outer court."

"Two people? Chu Daxueshi is one, and the other one..."

"Of course it's you."

"..."

"..."

An eerie silence.

Li Qingcha tried hard to hold back his laughter and said, "I feel like His Highness might be seriously ill... It's a huge misunderstanding."

The prince shook his head.

"Mr. Siwei, don't you think so? You know, in the past, the autumn hunt was organized by the six ministries, and the Grand Secretaries and the Ministers took turns to participate. But what about the situation this year? It is almost entirely undertaken by the Ministry of Rites and my seventh brother, and you are the backbone of the Ministry of Rites."

“That’s… that’s true. But the emperor trusts Li Qingcha’s ability, not Li Qingcha as a person.”

"What's the difference?"

The difference is still very obvious.

Li Qingcha smiled but said nothing.

A gust of wind came, bringing with it a sweet fragrance that seemed to be mixed with the scent of jujube paste, ruffling the hair on her forehead.

She said, "Your Highness, you are the crown prince who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else. In terms of trust, you are the emperor's first choice anyway. What is there to be anxious about?"

The prince sighed.

"Second to one man, and above ten thousand people? Mr. Siwei is the Supervisor, and the Grand Secretary of Chu... Hmm..."

Thinking of the relationship between Li Qingcha, the Supervisor, and Chu Zhongtian, the prince quickly shut up.

At the same time, he became more determined to win over Li Qingcha.

He changed the subject,

"Let's not talk about the outer court, let's just talk about the inner court. In name, the eunuchs who hold the seal are in charge of internal and external memorials and the imperial approval, and the eunuchs who hold the pen are in charge of memorials and documents, and they are approved by the cabinet ticket, but in reality there is no clear scope. Isn't this power not great?"

Li Qingcha glanced at the prince.

"Your Highness is worried that the inner court has too much power?"

"No, Mr. Siwei, please don't misunderstand me. I didn't mean that. I was just...just giving an example. My father trusts you eunuchs, so I naturally do the same."

"Indeed, the power of the inner court can be expanded infinitely, but it can never leave the emperor's control, right?"

The prince was suspicious, not knowing whether Li Qingcha was pretending to be stupid or was really stupid.

What he wanted to discuss was not the inner court at all.

Li Qingcha knew it very well.

She glanced at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly asked, "Your Highness, do you still remember how the Three Sects' Discussion ended?"

The prince nodded,

"It's only been a month, of course I remember. There were two main triggers. One was the public security in the capital, and the other was the case of the master killing his disciple at the Jinlian Temple. In the final analysis, it was actually just one reason: public security."

The root of the problem actually lies with Zhang Kun.

But Li Qingcha continued the conversation.

"Then, Your Highness, do you know the motive of Master killing his disciple?"

"This……"

The prince scratched his head.

He thought about it carefully for a while and found that he really had no impression of it. He couldn't help but be surprised.

Such a big case, but no motive?

impossible.

He moved slightly closer to Li Qingcha and asked, "Mr. Siwei is the person in charge of this case, so he must know about it, right?"

Li Qingcha nodded.

"Xuan Jing once promised to give Qing Wei some benefits, but he didn't deliver for a long time. Qing Wei kept asking questions, and finally Xuan Jing was annoyed. In summary, it can be summed up in one sentence, 'I can give, but you can't take it.'"

The prince couldn't help but be shocked, feeling that there was something else behind the other party's words.

Li Qingcha chuckled.

"Your Highness, I am not talking about you, but about your position."

"Please give me advice, sir!"

The prince bowed, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, and it was obvious that he had been fooled.

Li Qingcha waved his hand.

"I can't say I can give you any advice or anything like that."

The prince was stunned for a moment when he saw her pretending to be so serious. Then he suddenly realized what was happening and picked up the wine pot beside him to pour some wine. He said, "How can we enjoy the moon and chat without wine? I would like to offer you a glass of wine."

He presented the wine cup with both hands.

Li Qingcha felt that the slow simmering was enough. If he continued to simmer it, the bottom of the pot might be burned through. So he took the wine from the other party and drank it all.

"Your Highness, why do you think people like fishing?"

fishing……

How could the prince know why Li Qingcha liked fishing so much?

It goes around and around, it's too gloomy.

Chapter 518 Deception

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"..."

"..."

An eerie silence.

At this moment, there was a burst of applause from inside the building.