Chapter 1092 Do I have to kneel?
"Third Prince, my father means that I am used to being lazy." Ye Qianning said with a smile.
“Qian Ning, don’t you plan to re-apply Beili nationality?”
“I haven’t considered it for the time being. Once I become a national, the emperor’s destiny is God’s. I’m a bit rebellious by nature and I’m not suitable for it.”
“Qian Ning, brother Xiang, the imperial edict given by our father is not to call you back, but to invite you to be a guest in Beili. You can read this edict as an invitation.” Sang Yan motioned for them to take a look.
The imperial edicts and edicts issued by the people of the Four Kingdoms are useless. My father finally understood this.
"please?"
Ye Qianning seemed a little surprised. She stood up and walked to Mr. Chen, picked up the secret letter and read it.
The dense fonts. She had seen imperial edicts several times in her father's study when she was a child. The handwriting on it was indeed that of Emperor Beili, but the writing on it did not look like Emperor Beili's style.
The general meaning of what I wrote above to Xiang Minghou is that there was something fishy about the rebellion back then, and it was the royal family's fault that Xiang Minghou was wronged. The emperor will tell the world and clear up Xiang Minghou's grievances. The second half talks about it. What happened at Sifang Mountain, and the story of abducting the eighth prince out of the palace was written here as saying that he had done a good job in protecting the royal family, but he was deceived by the treacherous minister at the beginning.
Ye Qianning was too lazy to read it and just watched the ending. Emperor Beili invited her father, master, and her to go to Beili to attend the once-in-a-century priest ceremony in Mount Lou.
“Didn’t Loushan Academy change its name to Royal Academy?” Ye Qianning raised her eyes.
“Father has changed his name back, and he has also trained several former masters to come back.” Sang Yan said and looked at Mr. Chen: “Father is still waiting for Mr. Chen to return to take charge of the overall situation.”
A strange look flashed across Mr. Chen's wrinkled face and he sighed slightly: "Loushan Academy has long since ceased to exist, so why should the priests bother to do this?"
"Father Chen made mistakes, but his knowledge is not wrong, and the students who are studying are even more correct. The priest ceremony of Old Chen only happens once every fifteen years. Who can preside over it without Mr. Chen." Sang Yan said sincerely.
Mr. Chen is in a dilemma.
Since Ye Qianning came to Loushan, he also knew the origin and rules of the establishment of Loushan Academy. The priests held a grand ceremony every fifteen years, and all students who left Loushan Academy at that time, regardless of age, had to participate.
Once every fifteen years, it seemed that after a few months, Emperor Beili had a good opportunity to summon him.
“Mr. Chen.” Sang Yan’s voice was heavy.
“Let me think about it again.”
“Master, go.” Ye Qianning said.
Mr. Chen raised his eyes to look at her.
Sang Yan's eyes flashed with surprise.
“I want to see it too.” Ye Qianning laughed.
Mr. Chen was still a little embarrassed: "Teacher, let me think about it for a moment."
"good."
Ye Qianning knew that the master wanted to go to Beili, and he seemed to be in a dilemma as the priest of the Master Loushan Academy.
“Mr. Chen, let’s go back first.” Qian Fanji stood up.
Old Chen waved his hand.
Hang Minghou, Gu Shuo and Sang Yan all left the room.
Ye Qianning lags a step behind and approaches Qian Fanji: "Qian Dad, the priest of Loushan Academy, you should go too."
“You’ve already gone, why can’t dad not go?” Qian Fan said with a smile.
“If the master presides over the priesthood, and I am the master’s direct descendant, do you and dad have to...kneel down and kowtow to me?”
Qian Fan was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "You just want to kneel down for me?"
“No, how dare I? I’m just asking if this is true according to the procedures and customs.” She didn’t dare to let her father kneel down for her—
"According to custom, this step is indeed followed. The president of Loushan Academy is the eldest. As a direct descendant, he is naturally above many people." Qian Fan said silently.
“Does that mean everyone who is not the same generation as the master is required?”
Qian Fanji nodded.
“That’s good, Qian Dad, we have to go to Beili.”
Qian Fanji didn’t react for a while.
"I'm going to find dad. The imperial edict has become an invitation. If I don't go, I won't be giving face to others." Ye Qianning became more motivated.
Sang Yan just heard this, stopped and turned around to see Ye Qianning running towards Xiang Minghou's room. He felt that the matter was about to be completed, and he finally lived up to his father's holy will.
“The Loushan Academy holds a grand ceremony every fifteen years. If the president doesn’t attend, I’m afraid many people won’t attend either.” Because of the priests coming, my father changed the academy into a school.
“Even if we change back to the academy, there may not be many people going there.” Qian Fan said silently.
“I still remember that we participated together. There were huge crowds of people and the scene was spectacular. It’s still unforgettable.”
Qian Fanji blinked slightly and seemed to recall the scene that year. Tens of thousands of people were dressed in Loushan student uniforms, and the emperor was also in student uniforms. He led everyone to kneel down to worship Tianting, the master, and the elder...
“I didn’t expect this.” He said suddenly.
“What?” Sang Yan was puzzled.
“Kneel down.”
“Why are you kneeling?”
“You have to kneel down, no wonder she is so interested.” Qian Fanji said and laughed, walking past Sang Yan, her expression became relaxed.
Sang Yan’s eyebrows are so embarrassed that he has to kneel down for everything?
Ye Qianning is in a very good mood. The goal has been achieved, and he can still join the Loushan priest when the time comes, although this priest gave Emperor Beili an excuse.
But he also knew that this alone would not allow them to go to Beili, so he wrote such kind words in the letter. Emperor Beili would definitely not make this letter public if he wrote it, so when they went back, many people would think that Emperor Beili was generous and accepted them for the sake of the academy priests.
The calculation was smooth, but how could she make him so proud.
"Little girl, why are you so happy? Tell me to make me happy too." Mr. Feng walked up the corridor holding an umbrella, put it away and walked over with a smile.
"We will leave for Beili tomorrow." Ye Qianning's smile did not diminish.
The smile on Mr. Feng’s face disappeared instantly: “Are you going to Beili?”
"kindness."
"Aren't you confused by Beili...little girls? You can't go to Beili. What else will you do when the emperor let you leave like that? Girls, if you have no place to go, why don't you follow me?" Feng Lao said for half a month. I asked someone to roughly investigate Beili's affairs.
He was so angry that he wished he could go there and slap the fatuous king in person.
“Now, this is the imperial edict of Emperor Beili.” Ye Qianning took it out of his sleeve and handed it to him.
Mr. Feng immediately took it and unfolded it angrily. He was already angry. The more he read the letter, the angrier he became: "You said that you are like a man and a devil, now you know? What did you do in such a stupid way? It's too late. The little girl Hunjun definitely has impure intentions. You guys are so stupid." Don't be deceived, if he turns his back on you when he enters Beili, you will be in trouble."
“Although I have no feelings for Beili, I still have relatives there and I can’t let go.”
"You can pick them out. If not, I can pick them up for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Feng, but no need." Ye Qianning couldn't let everyone leave their hometown and suffer infamy like her.
Dad, Daddy Gu, Master, Daddy Qian are enough, she doesn’t want to see this happen again.
Lao Feng was a little anxious: "Hey, you want me to tell you what is good for you. Otherwise, I will go with you and send a message back by the way, asking my grandson to bring more people."
“Mr. Feng, it’s really not necessary.” Ye Qianning found that the old man was quite stubborn.
Lao Feng wrinkled his face, a little hurt: "Little girl, do you think that I, like those people, are all here for your things?"
If not, why didn’t the little girl appreciate his kindness at all?
"If I confuse you with those people, how could Mr. Feng live in this courtyard?" Ye Qianning had never looked at him like this. At first, he only felt that he was very similar to Mr. Gu, so he treated him differently from outsiders.
Later on, I found more and more that the old man was not like other people, and he was really kind to her. When he sent the seedlings of Liangyi Xiangsheng, the space blessing value also increased a bit.
He Lianchen, Feng Lao, Shui Xingqi and Wei Zheng together improved her luck value.
"Really do not have?"
“No.” Ye Qianning answered seriously.
Old acquaintance Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm not greedy for that. What I'm interested in is you, little girl."
"kindness?"
“What I mean is that I want you to be my grandson-in-law.”
Ye Qianning’s lips twitched: “That’s not necessary.”
“Little girl, I am sincere.” Mr. Feng was anxious and serious.
“Mr. Feng, it’s no use if you are sincere. Things like marriage have to be decided by chance...”
“You and my second grandson are definitely close friends.” Mr. Feng affirmed.
“…Don’t worry about the matter of conferring the title of grandson. I think your grandson is not very willing either. Don’t be too busy inside and outside by then.”
"If he is willing, he will definitely be willing to the person I like." Whether you dare or not, you can't beat him to death!
Ye Qianning was helpless: "Last time, Mr. Feng said that your grandson would be here soon. You see, you haven't seen anyone for more than half a month. It's obvious that you don't want to. If you like me, Mr. Feng, you can recognize me as your granddaughter. "
Lao Feng really wanted to say that a godly marriage is not as practical as a grandson’s daughter-in-law!
The same goes for the brat. I told him to go faster, but he ran away without a trace.
Now the brat can't be contacted, and the little girl is going to Beili again. In a blink of an eye, she is far away from home. Isn't there no chance at all?
Lao Feng went back to his room, picked up his pen, and started writing a letter to the brat. His face as he started writing became angry, and then turned sinister, as if what he was writing was not a letter...
Wei Zheng walked in and saw this scene. Knowing Feng Lao's temper, he did not dare to disturb him. Instead, he walked over silently and turned his eyes to the rice paper.
Huo!
The dense chassis is scolding people in a row, and the letter is also marked with the move. Feng Lao is the first person!
Until he saw the last two lines of writing, he was slightly puzzled: "Why did you ask him to go to Beili?"
“Little girl went to Beili.” Old Feng finally realized what he said and raised his head: “When did you come?”
“Um…just arrived.”
He has been standing here for half an hour and he didn't even notice?
Lao Feng folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope: "You're here just in time. Here, help me deliver a letter to my second grandson."
Wei Zheng took the letter: "Where to send it?"
"I do not know."
…”
"how?"
“No, you don’t even know where to send it, so how can I send it to you?”
"That brat ran away on the way here and hid somewhere. It shouldn't be difficult for you Feiyun Sect to find someone."
…”
Hauntingly, I'm waiting for him here!
"If you find the man, tell him to go to Beili. If he dares to run away, your people will tie him up and take him to Beili." Feng Lao hated that iron could not be transformed into steel.
(End of this chapter)
