Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Although in the harem, he also has the power to assist the sixth house, but Nan Yan could not understand the subtle changes of everyone in the harem at every moment.

It's like she knows that people's hearts are changeable, but she can't predict who's hearts will change and how.

In a blink of an eye, it was the eve of the ceremony.

The night is deep, like a heavy black curtain, covering the originally quiet and elegant Zhujian Academy, adding a bit of deep and strange atmosphere to it.

In the Heguang room, a lone lamp is like a bean.

Jian Ruocheng sat at the table, looking at the flickering candlelight, as if she was wobbly at this moment.

At this time, there was a very light footstep outside the door.

A gust of wind shook the candlelight in front of him, and also reflected Jian Ruocheng's gaze brightly. He said in a deep voice, "Who?"

"Master, it's me."

Hearing this sound, Jian Ruocheng frowned slightly, got up and opened the door, and saw a student standing in front of the door holding a candle. It was not someone else, but it was because of illness and injury that caused Takejian College. The student in the storm-Qian Xiuwen.

He respectfully saluted Jian Ruocheng: "Master."

Jian Ruocheng said: "Xiuwen? It's so late, what are you doing?"

"The students saw that the master's room was still lit."

"Ok?"

"In the past few days, the master has almost stayed up all night."

Jian Ruocheng was silent for a while, and said, "I just can't sleep. Come in."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked over to the table to sit down. Qian Xiuwen also walked in, put the candlestick in his hand on the table, and sat down on the opposite side of him.

There were two candles on the table, which brightened this Yashe a little bit.

However, facing these two clusters of flames, Jian Ruocheng's eyes were still cold, even dark and dull.

He looked at the student in front of him and said gently: "How is your injury?"

Qian Xiuwen glanced down at his wrist. There was still a thick bandage, but it didn't hurt anymore. Coupled with the two days of recuperation, he was much better.

He said, "Students are fine."

"Have you ever had this disease before?"

"I did, but every time I fainted for a while, I woke up. It's not as serious as this time, so the students didn't care."

"This can't work, no matter how you study literature, your body can't ignore it."

"After this time, the students know that they will never be sloppy again."

"That's good."

Looking at the gloomy color on his face, Qian Xiuwen said softly, "Is the Master still worried about the ceremony to be held tomorrow, and the students are going to pay tribute to it?"

Jian Ruocheng was silent for a while, and then said, "Aren't you worried?"

Qian Xiuwen said: "There are some brothers and sisters who are a little bit angry."

"..."

"Especially, they wanted to leave the college this morning, but they were stopped by guards outside. We seemed to be in jail."

"..."

Jian Ruocheng smiled faintly.

In the smile, some helplessness, some bitterness.

The academy was supposed to be a free place. These students just came to study and solve their doubts, but now, because of him, because of them, they have become "prisoners". It is even possible that in the future, there will be unknown Danger awaits them.

In his heart, it was not that there was no pressure.

However, he looked up at the student in front of him and found that his face was too pale because of illness, and he had a very calm expression, and said, "You don't seem to worry too much."

Qian Xiuwen thought for a while and said, "Before, he was very resistant to the court affairs, but after so many things happened in the past few days, the students have some ideas and want to talk to the master."

Jian Ruocheng knew that his purpose tonight turned out to be this.

He said: "You said."

Qian Xiuwen said: "The son who saved me is actually His Royal Highness King Wei. I heard that he might also be the future prince, right?"

Jian Ruocheng glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's just possible."

But I added another sentence in my heart-but this possibility is getting smaller.

Qian Xiuwen said: "His father, the man who came to the academy that day, is the current emperor."

"Not bad."

Qian Xiuwen took a deep breath.

Qian Xiuwen said with a complicated expression: "Before, I had been listening to people saying that the emperor was brutal and inhumane, and killed King Ning, his brother, with his own hands; and that he was perverse and unreasonable, and that he was not a royal family at all and was not worthy of inheritance Datong."

"Well, what do you think?"

"The student didn't contact him, so I can't tell you. But this time, King Wei was framed and harmed me. No matter where it was put, it was a big case. In addition, our college had been publishing reports on the court, Unfavorable remarks to the emperor, but he did not do anything to our college. This point still surprised the students."

"..."

Jian Ruocheng did not speak.

Qian Xiuwen continued, "Of course, it was Wei Wang that surprised the students the most."

"Oh why?"

"The Master may not know that before I became ill, I was following the Master's words and went to Gezhu; but I was very upset and I was still unable to do anything. It was his words that made the students suddenly open up."

"Oh? What did he say?"

"He told me that bamboo does not change, everything does not change, but the only thing that changes is the human heart.

"Human heart?"

"Yes, he said, the heart begets everything."

"..."

"So, what I want is the bamboo in my heart."

"..."

"I think he was right. The heart remains the same, everything is the same; only if the heart is dusted, bamboo is not the original bamboo.

Upon hearing these words, Jian Ruocheng's silent eyes shook slightly.

He murmured: "Dust on my heart...?"

For some reason, this sentence kept stirring in his heart, as if something was surging, but he couldn't tell what it was.

After a long silence, he murmured to himself: "This boy, I am making rapid progress."

"Ok?"

Qian Xiuwen didn't hear clearly, and raised his head to look at him: "Master, what did you say?"

He shook his head hurriedly and said in a concealed manner: "Nothing, you go on."

"Oh."

Qian Xiuwen added: "Of course, as the prince, he has better knowledge than us. This is not surprising, but it is not easy for him to see this."

"..."

"But what really surprised the student was that he had such good medical skills and would desperately come to save me."

"..."

"Master, there are many people around us who study medicine, but most of them are for their livelihood or inheriting family education, but the Royal Highness Wei is obviously not. He took the initiative to study medicine, indicating that this person is a very kind person.

"..."

"The students couldn't help thinking, if such a person can inherit the throne and become the emperor of our Great Yan Dynasty, will everything in the future be better?"

"...!"

Jian Ruocheng's eyes flashed slightly with the flickering candlelight.

He said: "You think it is very long-term."

"..."

"It's rare that you don't just focus on the present. It seems that the study these days is not in vain."

Qian Xiuwen smiled humbly.

Immediately, he showed a look of worry again, and said: "What the students don't understand is Xia Fuxiu."

Jian Ruocheng said: "Oh?"

"He, who is he?"

"..."

"Master, does this college belong to the Master, or does it belong to him? Or, does it belong to someone else? Before coming here to study, we had never thought about this issue, but now, we find it very strange."

"..."

"In retrospect, the Master was teaching us to learn literature, and all the time, some things about the court seemed to be spread by Xia Fuxiu and his people, and then tell us."

"..."

"And the students heard from other brothers and sisters that this time, Xia Fuxiu even framed King Wei for murder, and in order to kill people, he even attacked me—"

He said this with a sad expression on his face.

Jian Ruocheng's brows also wrinkled into a knot.

Qian Xiuwen took a deep breath, and then said, "Master, who is he? Why do you do this?"

"..."

"What is his purpose for doing this?"

"..."

"Our college has experienced this time, what will happen in the future?"

Seeing his serious and worried eyes, Jian Ruocheng sighed lightly and said, "This is what you all are worried about, right?"

"..."

"If you can't sleep, you are worried about the future of the college, right?"

Qian Xiuwen nodded gently.

Jian Ruocheng looked at him for a while, with a faint, imperceptible smile on his face, and said, "You don't need to worry, after this matter—"

Having said that, somehow, his throat choked.

Qian Xiuwen looked at him in surprise, Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "Everything will be settled."

"……is it?"

"Ok."

"that--"

I don’t know why, although Jian Ruocheng is smiling, Qian Xiuwen still feels something different from the usual emotions in this master. However, he can’t ask more, so he can only get up and bow to him: "Then, the students are bothering. Master, rest early."

Jian Ruocheng sat at the table and nodded: "Go back early to rest. Tomorrow's ceremony will be very tiring."

"Yes."

Qian Xiuwen turned and walked out.

Jian Ruocheng hasn't moved. Hearing his footsteps fade away, the sound of the wind gradually rises, making the bamboo leaves rustle outside, setting off this originally silent night with a bit of restlessness.

As at this moment, his state of mind.

I don’t know how long he got up, but he walked to a very concealed cabinet, opened the cabinet door, took out a box from inside, and then took out a key from close to his body and opened it carefully. Lost that box.

The moonlight is cold.

The moonlight shining through the window shone on his wooden face, and it was also in the box.

A broken book, and the three clear words on it-

Daily note.