Han Yu was really unlucky.
Yesterday, he managed to persuade Cheng Jing to go to Ji Shan's hot spring with him, but they didn't know which hot spring Yuanjing and the others went to.
They had no choice but to send someone to ask, so they wasted a lot of time and happened to run into the prince of the Count of Zhenbei.
In terms of blood relations, Han Yu was not related to the prince of the Count of Zhenbei. But if they were to be calculative, the two of them were still related.
The prince of the Count of Zhenbei was the son of a concubine, so his status was slightly higher when he was invited to be the prince, so he was raised by his legal mother.
Unfortunately, the legal mother was Han Yu's father's sister, so she was Han Yu's aunt.
He knew that his aunt didn't like the son of a concubine, but she had to be nice to him for the sake of the Count of Zhenbei.
Han Yu thought about his aunt and was aware of the current situation in Dongqing. He was afraid that something bad would happen to him, so he tried to persuade him. The prince of the Count of Zhenbei was arrogant and spoiled, but he still knew how to be respectful to Han Yu.
However, it was useless to be respectful.
Although he said that he wouldn't do anything stupid, his body still went to the brothel.
Cheng Jing snorted at that place and didn't go.
Han Yu felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't stop the prince, so he followed him.
He hoped that nothing bad would happen with him watching.
Coincidentally, the Courtesan Queen was selling her virginity at a high price. The Courtesan Queen was so beautiful that the prince of the Count of Zhenbei was attracted to her. He wanted to buy her virginity at a high price, but unfortunately, he ran into the spoiled nobles of the Northern Borderline, so the two sides got into a fight.
The prince of the Count of Zhenbei killed someone in the chaos because he had the advantage in numbers. Han Yu tried to stop him, but he was accidentally injured.
It didn't matter if he was accidentally injured or not. What mattered was that the prince of the Count of Zhenbei died in the belly of the Courtesan Queen, but the Northern Borderline didn't want to let it go. They insisted that it had something to do with Han Yu and dragged him into the mess, hoping that Dongqing would hand over Han Yu and give them an explanation.
Jiang Pengji suddenly asked after listening to Liu She's story.
"Father, did anyone expose Han Yu's identity last night? For example, did they say that he was Master Yuanjing's disciple? "
Feng Jin listened carefully at the side. He was deep in thought. When Jiang Pengji asked, he suddenly understood.
"Lanting, do you mean that the Northern Borderline is targeting Master Yuanjing by holding on to Han Yu?"
Jiang Pengji nodded and said with certainty, "The Crown Prince of the Count of Zhenbei died suddenly in such a manner. He died a dishonorable death. The Northern Borderline should be very satisfied. But they didn't stop. Instead, they pushed Han Yu to the teeth of the storm and made things difficult for him. Of course, they have other plans. "
Han Yu was not a sensitive person like the prince of the Count of Zhenbei. Why would the Northern Borderline target him for no reason?
Jiang Pengji's conjecture made sense. Liu She remembered something after being reminded by her.
"Mister Yuanjing had a war of words with the barbarians of the three tribes of the Northern Borderline. He argued for what was right and took back the three cities. The peace envoy sent by the Northern Borderline was called Wu Lieser. He was one of the few barbarians who liked to read. It was just that this person was obstinate and self-opinionated, he had no respect for anyone. After reading a few classics and historical collections, he felt that he was well-versed in the culture of the Central Plains. He was the one who suggested that the royal court of the Northern Borderline negotiate with Dongqing. He offered three more cities, surrender, and annual tribute coins. He was not good at learning and was blindly arrogant. He gambled with Mister Yuanjing and lost the three cities. He was so angry that he died. "
When Jiang Pengji heard the name Wu Lieser, she suddenly thought of the barbarian general Wu Liba whom she had met before.
Liu She seemed to see the doubt in her eyes. He suddenly smiled.
"Wu Lieser is Wu Liba's uncle. Their tribe is called the 'Wise' in the Northern Borderline. They serve the royal court as strategists or generals. In the Northern Borderline, people eat raw meat and drink blood. They are backward and barbaric. They also advocate looting. Few people have brains … When Dongqing was founded, they didn't take them seriously. But the recent two generations of the royal family of the Northern Borderline are quite courageous. They gradually realize the importance of brains, so they focus on promoting the 'Wise'. I guess they still bear a grudge against Wu Lieser's death. "
Liu She had always looked down on the three tribes of the Northern Borderline. He also didn't think that they could rule the Central Plains because the ratio of muscles in their brains was too high. A tribe that only knew how to destroy civilization but didn't know how to preserve, create, or continue civilization was destined to be inferior.
Feng Jin listened carefully. His eyebrows were tightly knitted.
"So, the Northern Borderline wants to make things difficult for Mister Yuanjing?"
Liu She said, "They probably want to show off. Wu Lieser was known as the wisest person in the Northern Borderline. There were even rumors that he was the reincarnation of Civil Star. He enjoyed a very high reputation in the Northern Borderline. If he wasn't so confident and determined that he would win, why would he be willing to bet the three cities with Mister Yuanjing? In the end, Wu Lieser almost couldn't fight back. The Northern Borderline's face was swollen. "
It was a small matter that his face was swollen. Wu Lieser was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot. After he went back, he was depressed and died of anger within a few days.
Mister Yuanjing trampled on the faces of the three tribes of the Northern Borderline. He was able to live peacefully in Langye. It was a skill.
Feng Jin said worriedly, "So, Han Yu and Mister Yuanjing … Won't they be in danger?"
The Northern Borderline obviously wanted to take this opportunity to get back at them. Even if they didn't kill Mister Yuanjing, they would kill Han Yu or kill both of them to ruin their reputation.
For scholars, reputation and dignity were far more important than their own lives.
Not to mention Mister Yuanjing, who was a famous teacher in the Nine Prefectures.
Compared to Feng Jin's worries, Jiang Pengji looked calm. She seemed to be enjoying a good show.
She said, "Huaiyu, do you think Mister Yuanjing will be troubled by such a small thing? He has been famous for many years."
Although she had only met Mister Yuanjing a few times and he seemed to be just an ordinary middle-aged man with profound knowledge and a kind personality, Jiang Pengji had always been a good judge of character. Although Mister Yuanjing's appearance was getting old, his eyes were still young and full of vitality.
Feng Jin was speechless.
Jiang Pengji said with certainty, "I believe that Mister will solve this problem beautifully. In less than three days!"
Why three days?
Because the evaluation would start in three days, and Han Yu would also have to participate.
Unless Feng Jin was so unlucky that he hurt his hand and couldn't write, Mister Yuanjing would never let his beloved disciple miss such an important life event.
If he couldn't even do this, it would be a waste of the high praise and affirmation of the people in the world. Jiang Pengji also felt that there was no need for her to study under such a teacher.
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