“No!”
A voice full of anger rang out.
It was Yan Lei’s voice.
He looked in a daze at these collapsing public opinions and talents above the dome of the sky, his eyes filled with despair and anger, and resignation ah.
This was his hope for the Great Confucian, his own hope to return to the Great Confucian, ah.
What he didn’t expect was that at this moment, it was directly destroyed by Xu Qingnian.
He was not willing to do so, he was really not willing to do so.
He was not the only one, Zhang Ning also looked at the dome of the sky in some bewilderment.
This public opinion was on the verge of coalescing, ah.
His own hopes of going further had been shattered by Xu Qingnian like this.
His eyes were bared and his eyes were filled with hatred.
They could not wait to swallow Xu Qingnian alive!
One was to rejoin the Great Confucian.
One was to go even further.
The two of them had waited for a long time, the two of them had looked forward to it for a long time, they were even ready to return to Great Confucianism and to be promoted to Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth.
Yet they had never imagined that they would be ruined by Xu Qingnian like this.
Their eyes were almost bleeding, and Zhang Ning was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
But this was not the most important thing in this matter.
Rather, it was Xu Qingnian’s three questions.
Great Wei Kyoto.
Almost everyone was concerned about what was going on inside the Palace of Literature.
For some time now, Yan Lei had been looking for trouble with Xu Qingnian, and his methods were extremely disgusting, and now this time, it was not to mention that Xu Qingnian had struck back from the jedi.
This time, Xu Qingnian had struck back, not to mention forcing the Zhu Sheng lineage into a desperate situation.
The most frightening thing about Xu Qingnian’s three questions to Yan Lei was not the first two questions.
The first two questions are, in the end, nothing more than a corruption of character.
It is not a big deal for a great Confucian to have a scum, it is not a big deal for Yan Lei to lose his reputation.
But what was really frightening was the third question that Xu Qingnian asked.
Is Cheng Lidong’s magic taught by Yan Lei?
He only knew that Cheng Lidong’s supernatural arts must have been given to him by the Great Wei Palace of Literature, but as to whether or not they were pa*sed on by Yan Lei, Xu Qingnian did not dare to be sure.
So if not, Xu Qingnian was willing to be punished.
What was there to lose? It is not a big deal to bow down to a saint.
But if it was really Yan Lei’s doing, then ……. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature, the saintly orthodoxy, has unparalleled prestige in the world, and all the world’s scholars respect the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
The most important thing is that the people of the world respect the Great Wei Palace of Literature, even if it is Xu Qingnian, but of course it is the saints who are respected, not these great scholars.
However, the world’s scholars all inexplicably developed a feeling that these great scholars represented the saints, especially those who spoke of the Zhu Sheng lineage.
They open and shut their mouths about the orthodoxy of the saints.
Using such things to divide the cla*s and thus solidify their own interests.
And now, Xu Qingnian asked Yan Lei three times, and if Yan Lei answered yes, then the Great Wei Literary Palace would truly be dealt an unparalleled blow.
This is the questioning of the world’s scholars.
Even the Empress of Great Wei could have her hands free to target the Great Wei Literary Palace.
How could a great Confucian teach others the foreign arts?
It was a capital offence for Xu Qingnian to learn the supernatural arts herself.
How much more so when you teach others the supernatural arts?
The six ministers were concerned, so were the princes and lords of the great states, and some powerful people were concerned about this matter.
Even within the Great Wei Palace, the empress was watching all this with the help of a magic weapon.
In the middle of the Palace of Literature, the holy intent revived, a wisp of it, but like a divine mountain, it pressed down on Yan Lei and made his body tremble.
This was the question of a saint.
Xu Qingnian had made an effort, using the Heavenly Book of Words plus the Spring and Autumn Brush, his own qi, together with the holy intent of the Palace of Literature, not to mention Yan Lei, probably even the great scholars of heaven and earth could not resist such a questioning.
And at that moment.
First he was cut off from the hope of returning to the Great Confucianism, and now he was forced to this point by death, which made his heart weary.
However, when faced with this question, Yan Lei did not want to answer.
But under the suppression of the Holy Will.
He did not dare not to answer.
If he didn’t answer, Xu Qingnian would really invite the Holy Will again, and then he would only die a more miserable death.
But if he answered, it was not simply that he would lose his name, but that the Great Wei Palace would also lose its name.
He panicked, and he was timid, and he was truly timid in the face of this question.
“Yan Lei!”
“Answer!”
In the next moment, Xu Qingnian’s questioning voice rang out again, his voice like thunder, booming out.
“Yan Lei! Answer!”
“Answer!”
“Give an explanation to the world!”
“Yan Lei, you claim to be selfless, answer.”
At the same time, within the Great Wei Palace of Literature, many Confucian scholars also got up their courage and roared loudly, questioning Yan Lei in unison.
Because Yan Lei was hesitant to answer, the answer was already obvious.
However, if they really wanted to convict, they had to ask Yan Lei to say it himself, otherwise, they still could not truly combat the Zhu Sheng lineage.
Faced with this stream of questioning, Yan Lei barely had a trace of blood left.
His body trembled, and his saintly intent was even more raging and terrifying, pressing him down so hard that he could not breathe at all.
It was also at this moment that an incomparably magnificent voice rang out.
“Yan Lei!”
“Your Confucian heart has been broken, you have no Confucian spirit, your heart is punishable.”
“You have copied the Great Wei Literary Gazette, slandered the great Confucians, disrespected the sages, disrespected the literary students, harmed our literary palace, and corrupted the name of the sages.”
“Today, I will strip you of your Confucian heart and banish you from the Great Wei Literary Palace forever, and for the rest of your life, you will not touch Confucianism.”
It was at this moment that the voice of Peng Ru rang out.
At the most critical moment, Peng Ru used the power of the Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth to directly suppress Yan Lei, convict him, strip him of his Confucian heart, and expel him from the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
This punishment seemed severe, but in reality even a fool could see that Peng Ru was in a hurry.
“Hold on!”
“Yan Lei has not yet answered my question.”
“Peng Ru, what is your hurry?”
“Is there a ghost in your heart?”
Xu Qingnian took a step forward, he was not stupid, at this point, still want you to take control?
The situation is now under my control, and I want to enter the game? With your words? It’s a fool’s dream.
“This is a matter for the Palace of Literature, what does it have to do with you?”
Peng Ru’s voice rang out, and he replied without any fear or any trace of weakness.
Upon hearing these words, Xu Qingnian could not help but sneer.
“The matter of the Palace of Literature?”
“The Confucians of the world are all one family, the Great Wei Palace of Literature was left by Zhu Sheng back then, this place, is Zhu Sheng’s palace, not yours.”
“You have occupied the Palace of Literature, claiming to be the rightful sage, dividing the literati into cla*ses, suppressing the virtuous, seeking profit, and usurping the sage’s will, unkind and unrighteous, unfilial and unfaithful.”
“On that day, Yan Lei slandered Mister Xu for practicing a different art and made me come to the Palace of Literature to prove myself, then today, I, Mister Xu, will come to the Palace of Literature and make Yan Lei prove himself.”
“Pengru, I advise you to shut up, otherwise, if you ask for the holy will again, I will kill you too, do you believe it or not?”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth, his words overbearing, angrily rebuking Peng Ru, angrily rebuking a great scholar of heaven and earth.
At this moment, in the middle of the Palace of Literature, Xu Qingnian was dressed in white, his clear and young face was not a trace of youthfulness, there was a pride, there was a vigour.
This is the true aura of haughtiness.
For the Confucian, he is upright and unyielding.
For those who are young, they never give in.
Xu Qingnian is really not joking, if he P*sses himself off, the big deal is to invite the holy will to come again, without Chao Ge’s and their help, Xu Qingnian will find a way to invite it himself.
The big deal was that he would pay the price himself, but if he invited the Holy Will, the Zhu Sheng lineage would probably not simply be bitten off a piece of flesh anymore, but would have its skin and bones removed.
“Xu Shouren!”
“I know, old man, that you harbour resentment, but many things are not as simple as you think.”
Peng Ru was not annoyed, but said something very odd, yet the next moment, a beam of light shot out from the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
This beam of light shot up to the sky, forming a pillar of light.
Only, in the midst of the light was the holy decree, the decree of a saint.
When the holy decree appeared, all the Hao Rang Qi was suppressed.
This was holy will.
A true holy decree, containing the holy might of Confucianism.
Xu Qingnian frowned slightly, he did not expect that Peng Ru had even brought out a holy decree in order to target himself.
This was really taking himself too seriously.
However, when this terrifying Holy Might fell, Xu Qingnian did not feel any pressure, rather he did not feel anything.
When the holy decree appeared, all the great Confucian students in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, including countless people in Kyoto, knelt on the ground and worshipped the holy will.
Even the six ministers of Kyoto, as well as some powerful nobles, had to worship towards the holy decree at this moment.
This was not the decree of a vermilion saint, but of a half-saint.
A half-saint of the third rank.
But Confucianism, the strongest existence among all systems, was also the most special. There were still a few first-grade martial artists in the world, but there might really only be one or two third-grade half-saints.
And it is extremely likely that these two have almost reached the age when they may die at any moment.
The power of a half-saint.
Xu Qingnian did not feel the pressure, but he felt the absolute power of a saint.
The saint’s might was so overwhelming that it suppressed all evil spirits in the world, and the supernatural arts within Xu Qingnian’s body fell into complete and utter silence, not daring to move at all.
This was the power of a saint.
Even if it was a Third Grade Half-Saint, a single decree from him was better than the pressure brought by ten Great Confucians of Heaven and Earth.
“Today, on behalf of the Half-Saints, I condemn Yan Lei and strip him of his Confucian heart. From now on, all literati in the world will be ashamed of Yan Lei and will not be able to turn back.”
The voice of Confucianism rang out.
In order to save the face of the Great Wei literary palace, at this moment, he did not hesitate to use his absolute power to use a holy decree to break such a deadlock.
Above the vault of heaven, the collapsing talent and public opinion instantly transformed into a Confucian sword.
It was like a comet falling to earth, but it cut through the heavens and plunged directly into Yan Lei’s heart.
This was a holy sword condensed from the world’s talent and public opinion, unable to cause physical destruction, but capable of killing the heart.
“Pengru!”
“Pengru, I have known my mistake, I have known my mistake, I hope Pengru will have pity on me for what I have done for the Palace of Literature all these years.”
“Pengru, Pengru!”
As soon as he heard this, Yan Lei was completely panicked, he did not expect that Peng Ru would give such a holy decree.
He was one of your men, everything he did was for the Zhu Sheng lineage, why are you doing this to me?
Yan Lei was truly panicked in his heart, but no matter how he tried to admit his mistake or how he tried to explain.
The matchless holy sword had already come to kill.
“Ah!”
At this moment, Yan Lei let out a miserable scream, his body trembling madly in pain, and in the end, he struggled madly, but the holy decree suppressed him.
It was so difficult for him to move that Yan Lei’s eyes were about to burst out.
His miserable screams resounded throughout the Great Wei Palace of Literature, miserable beyond measure.
This process, painful as it was, was the equivalent of having your heart crushed alive.
The sage’s sword even chipped away at his literary bones and extinguished his literary wisdom.
It was torture, better than all torture, and the mental pain was so intense that Yan Lei could not even faint to death; he could only bear the pain.
In the end, Yan Lei bled from his seven orifices, his head was cloaked, and he spat out mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood.
His hair, which was already a little white, withered and turned white at this moment, and his whole energy declined in an instant.
Yan Lei’s gaze, too, went from anger at the very beginning to a dazed look now.
He had been deprived of his Confucian heart and stripped of his Confucian bones.
After this, he has been reduced to a demented person, without sanity, and will need someone to take care of him for the rest of his life.
Not only the Confucians, but also Yan Lei himself, did not expect that he would end up in such a state.
What he could not believe was that the person who killed himself was not Xu Qingnian, but one of his own.
This was really a great mockery.
He hated it! He hated! He hated it.
He hated Xu Qingnian, who had been so arrogant and arrogant that he had ruined his reputation.
He hated Peng Ru for deceiving him.
But, no matter how much he hated, he knew that he had lost, completely and utterly.
Little by little, his will faded.
Until now, his will had dissipated and he was reduced to a fool.
The crowd of Confucians was silent, especially Zhang Ning and the others, who were inexplicably panicked.
Xu Qingnian’s tactics were too vicious. First, he had abolished Yan Lei’s Confucian position, and today he had even come over and forced the Great Wei Palace of Literature to take action to kill Yan Lei’s Confucian heart.
He was reduced to an invalid.
This is ten times more vicious than abolishing his Confucian status.
If the Confucian position is abolished, he is still a human being, still alive, and still has a chance to turn the tide.
But if his Confucian heart is killed, Yan Lei will be reduced to a fool, and he will be able to turn over a new leaf? There might be hope in his next life.
Not only that, but the public opinion and talent that the Great Wei Palace of Literature had managed to gather was also all gone at this moment.
If Xu Qingnian had not come here today, at least Yan Lei would probably have been restored to his position as a great Confucian, and it is even possible that another great Confucian of heaven and earth could have been added to the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Therefore, the loss of the Palace of Literature is not just one Yan Lei, but also Zhang Ning, the Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth.
Xu Qingnian.
This tactic was truly intimidating.
One must know that Xu Qingnian is still only a great Confucian.
It was inevitable that he would become a saint. If Xu Qingnian became the new saint of Great Wei before he turned fifty, what would happen then?
How would Xu Qingnian retaliate back then?
For a moment, many great scholars were inexplicably a little scandalised, and they did not know how to resolve this matter.
However.
Xu Qingnian watched all this quietly.
Ever since Cheng Lidong’s death, Xu Qingnian had known what kind of people the Zhu Sheng lineage was.
These people, at all, did not have any great Confucian style.
To be more precise, they had the style of a great Confucian, but this style of a great Confucian was only a style built on themselves.
They will give guidance to their descendants, but only when they are in a good mood.
Or they wanted to secure their own interests.
They occupied the Great Wei Palace of Literature, enjoying the worship of the world’s scholars and all the privileges of everything and anything.
They are no longer scholars, but men of power, attempting in one way or another to control supreme power.
Such people they have no Confucian ethos, but are nothing more than politicians in a skin.
And when you face such people, you have to try to figure them out with the utmost malice, otherwise it will be you who will be unlucky.
In their eyes, profit is more important than anything else.
They are just pawns. A disposable pawn, a pawn that can be discarded at any time.
Yan Lei could die, but he could never admit that Cheng Lidong’s supernatural arts were handed down from him, otherwise, the Zhu Sheng lineage would suffer an unprecedented disaster.
A group of great scholars who claim to be the rightful lineage of saints, yet they teach people to practise foreign arts and plant evidence to frame others, if this were to come out, how would the world not boil over?
But the good thing is that Yan Lei did not answer, but ended up in this way.
In fact it was not only the great scholars of the Zhu Sheng lineage who were relieved, even the great scholars of the Great Wei Palace of Literature were also relieved.
For no one dared to accept this fact.
Even if what Peng Ru had done was clearly somehow evasive and clearly not daring to answer, it was fine as long as Yan Lei did not say anything.
People could be suspicious, but without proof, all suspicions were just that: suspicions.
It was also at this point that Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
“Xu Ru, Yan Lei has already received this punishment, what else do you have to do?”
Peng Ru’s voice rang out, he did not appear here, but his voice carried to this place.
“Yan Lei was punished, he deserved it, Pang Ru wouldn’t think that Mister Xu came here just for this matter, would he?”
“Furthermore, why not let Yan Lei finish answering the last question? Does Pengru have a weak heart?”
Xu Qingnian continued to speak.
Punishing one Yan Lei and making him shut up? Was that possible?
But Xu Qingnian was also clear that if he continued to dwell on the matter, it would be almost impossible to bring down the Great Wei Palace of Literature with this matter.
Yan Lei was already dead, so even if he asked Peng Ru whether he had instructed Yan Lei to pa*s on Cheng Lidong’s magic, it would be useless.
The reason is that this matter should not have been directed by Peng Ru, but he must have known about it and just acquiesced.
So Peng Ru could have explained in various ways, there was no need to do so.
If he went on forcibly, he would put himself in a deadlock.
But it was unlikely to end like that.
Xu Qingnian had never done a losing deal.
Yan Lei and Zhang Ning, one so disgusted with himself, the other so ridiculed him, plus the fact that he had already formed a deadly feud with the Zhu Sheng lineage, Xu Qingnian did not intend to stop at the point.
If he didn’t bite off a piece of flesh, Xu Qingnian wouldn’t be willing to give up.
“The matter of supernatural arts is nonsense.”
“Even if Yan Lei is no longer a great Confucian, it is impossible for him to pa*s on the method of foreign arts.”
“There is no need to answer this question, any answer will bring bad influence to my Great Wei Palace of Literature.”
Pengru replied lightly.
“Then Peng Ru is saying that Yan Lei can slander me at will?”
Xu Qingnian stood with his hands folded and said blandly.
Oh, Yan Lei must not be able to pa*s on the supernatural arts, but I, Xu Qingnian, can learn the supernatural arts? You are really double standard.
“You were not a great Confucian at that time.”
Peng Ru gave a reply.
“I see, what Peng Ru means is that between this heaven and earth, all things are inferior, but only the great Confucian is superior.”
“In future, you must think carefully about what you say and do, if you are not a great Confucian, and you say one wrong word, you will have to communicate with the palace to prove yourself.”
“If you do one thing wrong and you are not a great scholar, you deserve to die.”
“Whether it is a commoner, or an imperial relative, or even the present Majesty, if she says one wrong word, she has to come to the Palace of Literature and have to plead her case to Peng Confucian.”
“Under the great Confucian, all are pigs and dogs! This is what Pengru learned from the saints, understood, understood.”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth, full of yin and yang.
But these words were also treacherous.
Boom!
The statue of the Palace of Literature shook, simply because Xu Qingnian’s words were too intense and treacherous.
Under the Great Confucian, all are pigs and dogs?
Who would dare to say such a thing? Not even a saint would dare to say that.
The five statues of saints trembled, and the terrifying saintly intent filled the Great Wei Palace of Literature, a small part of it pressed on Xu Qingnian, but the majority of it pressed on Peng Confucian.
“Xu Qingnian.”
“You must not spew blood here.”
“When did I ever say such a thing?”
Peng Ru shouted, and he was the first to explain.
It was because the hat Xu Qingnian had thrown was so big that even Xu Qingnian himself had taken part of the holy will.
All Confucian scholars are pigs and dogs?
Who the hell would dare to say such a thing? Who wants to die?
“Didn’t Peng Ru just say that because I’m not a Confucian, I deserve to be wronged?”
“If Yan Lei is a great scholar, he must be a good person, he doesn’t need to prove himself.”
“Xu was not a great scholar at the time, so he needed to testify himself, isn’t that the reasoning of Pengru?”
Xu Qingnian spoke indifferently, and the holy intent on his body gradually dissipated, which naturally disappeared with the first explanation from Pengru.
When these words were spoken, many Confucian students in the Palace of Literature felt very relieved.
The people are not fools, Yan Lei did something wrong, some people suspect, he does not need to prove himself, because he is a great Confucian.
But Xu Qingnian had to prove himself? Who is this?
Just like them, the articles they write are not qualified to be seen.
And the essays written by these great scholars, even if they sometimes play out from time to time, are blown out of proportion, isn’t it the same thing?
“Xu Qingnian, what do you want, just say it.”
Peng Ru did not want to continue to dwell on anything with Xu Qingnian, let’s make it clear, there is no need for verbal arguments.
Hearing this, Xu Qingnian gave a light hum.
However, he did not want to continue wasting time here, and now it was enough to make his own demands.
“One, the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper, copy Xu Mou Great Wei Wen Newspaper, Yan Lei has already admitted, Xu Mou demands that there will be no more Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper after this.”
Xu Qingnian stated the first demand.
He wanted to get this rival straight to death.
But Peng Ru’s voice immediately rang out.
“No way! The Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper, it will never disappear, this item benefits the country and the people, and benefits the people of the world, so I will not agree to it.”
Peng Ru gave his reply.
He was resolute, not agreeing to this request from Xu Qingnian at all.
“Good.”
Xu Qingnian nodded, then waved his hand, and a vast aura of righteousness filled the air.
“I am Xu Qingnian. Today, I questioned Yan Lei and investigated the Great Wei Palace of Literature, but was blocked by a traitor.
Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
At this moment, the faces of all the great scholars changed.
The people of Great Wei’s Kyoto rose up in anticipation.
But just a moment later, the voice of Peng Confucius rang out.
“Hold it.”
“How about the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper, which must not disappear, but I promise you, four issues in January.”
Peng Ru was really angry.
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth to ask the holy question, and closed his mouth to invite the holy will.
If Xu Qingnian hadn’t really invited the Holy Will to appear, he would honestly want to see how crazy Xu Qingnian really was today.
But on the day Xu Qingnian beheaded the county king in anger, he saw it in his eyes, but he just didn’t show up.
If it was anyone else, he did not believe that he would be able to invite the Holy Will.
But if it was Xu Qingnian, he believed in it.
He had no reason not to believe it.
So Peng Ru put up with this and was willing to have one session a month, which was considered a cut, because according to his idea, one session in two days.
The last thing the Great Wei Wen Gong lacked was content, and as for paper printing and so on, it didn’t matter at all.
But to ban the Great Wei Wen sage newspaper, that was impossible, absolutely impossible, the usefulness of this object was obvious to everyone, who would give it up?
Faced with what Peng Ru said.
Xu Qingnian slowly spoke.
“March issue.”
Xu Qingnian said what she thought, four issues a month was still a bit much, one issue in March.
“Impossible.”
Peng Ru once again rejected it, one issue in three months? What’s the difference between that and not doing it? What’s the difference between that and the Great Wei Zhaowen?
“I am Xu Qingnian! Today, please again …….”
It can’t be, can it? Xu Qingnian spoke once again, and once again, the Hao Rang Qi was proclaimed from Xu Qingnian’s body, attracting some visions.
“Three phases in a month! Xu Qingnian, this is the last bottom line for the old man.”
This Xu Qingnian was really a wolf, he didn’t give them any room to bargain at all.
“One month and one issue!”
Xu Qingnian spoke again, one issue a month, Xu Qingnian could accept it, it was also his low price.
“Two installments.”
Peng Ru almost gritted his teeth and spoke, two installments a month.
“I am Xu Qingnian …….”
Xu Qingnian didn’t care and spoke directly.
“Good!”
“Good!”
“Good!”
“One issue on one issue.”
“Xu Qingnian, I promise you!”
Peng Ru was not here, but everyone could guess what expression Peng Ru had on his face right now. It was a bit exaggerated to say that he was furious, but his face was definitely red.
Xu Qingnian was too much of a bully.
One wrong word and he invites the Holy Spirit’s opinion.
Do you think the sage is a relative of yours? Inviting at the slightest move?
Everyone didn’t believe that Xu Qingnian could invite the Holy Will, but the problem was that they didn’t believe it either, but Xu Qingnian had invited it.
What could be done about it?
There was no way.
Do you dare to bet?
No.
So even if they were disgusted, they could only hold their noses and agree.
“Secondly, Yan Lei admitted that Zhang Ning’s article was a mockery of Xu, the second issue of the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper, must make Zhang Ning Zhang Ru publicly apologize to Xu, and also ask Peng Ru to guarantee that from now on, the Wen Sheng Newspaper will not allow any more articles that mock or insult Xu, and if there are any more, they must be severely punished.”
This was Xu Qingnian’s second request.
Zhang Ning had insinuated himself, so would it be okay?
Was this possible?
“Xu Qingnian, you are delusional …….”
When Zhang Ning heard this, his first reaction was an angry rebuke, and to be honest he hated Xu Qingnian even more than Yan Lei.
He himself had reached this age, and there was already darkness ahead, and it was so easy to see the hope of his future promotion through the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper.
But what he didn’t expect was that Xu Qingnian had caused himself to be like this, so how could he not hate Xu Qingnian? And now he was asking himself to apologise?
Was this possible?
It was absolutely impossible.
It was just that it was up to him whether he wanted to or not, but it was not up to him to decide whether to do it or not.
“Shut up.”
Pengru spoke, silencing him.
“Old man promises.”
Peng Ru agreed straight away, the request was excessive, but only excessive for Zhang Ning, but for the Zhu Sheng lineage, it was nothing, there was no substantial loss.
Being reprimanded by Peng Ru, Zhang Ning lowered his head, there was hatred and stifled anger hidden in his eyes, but he did not dare to contradict Peng Ru.
Looking at Zhang Ning in such a defeated state, Xu Qingnian was comfortable.
He liked to disgust himself, didn’t he? Did he get disgusted?
A bunch of dog-like things.
Xu Qingnian’s heart was relieved, but that wasn’t all.
“Thirdly, the Great Wei Wen Sheng newspaper needs to be renamed, and the word Wen Sheng must not be used, nor is it worthy of the name Great Wei.”
This was the third thing Xu Qingnian did.
On that day, Yan Lei and the others were in the imperial court, asking the empress to seal her own Great Wei Wen newspaper, and even asking for it to be handed over to the Wen Palace?
Then today, Xu Qingnian was going to return the favour by doing the same thing to others.
“No.”
Peng Ru spoke, but not as decisively as before, but appeared somewhat contemplative, before giving his answer.
“I am Xu Qingnian!”
Xu Qingnian spoke again, no way, right? If you can’t, then ask for the Holy Will, who’s afraid?
“Fine, fine, fine!”
“Everything according to your wishes.”
“However, just promise these three things, not even one more.”
“If you are not satisfied, then ask for the holy will.”
Peng Ru suppressed his anger and said.
These three conditions, he agreed, but only to these three, no more.
If you have to ask for the holy will.
Come, come, come, I happen to have never seen a saint either, please invite it out for me to have a look.
Peng Ru’s was indeed furious.
It was not just him, the Confucians were also a little depressed.
No matter what they said, as long as they were not satisfied with Xu Qingnian’s meaning, they had to ask for the holy will.
Can you really do whatever you want just because you can ask for holy will?
The great Confucian scholars of the Zhu Sheng lineage did feel a bit uncomfortable.
But what could they do about it? They could only hold their noses.
After hearing this, Xu Qingnian looked satisfied.
This was the end of the matter.
There was no need to continue to make a fuss, all the benefits that should be taken had been taken.
The people who should be dealt with have also been dealt with.
There was no need to continue with this stalemate.
“Pengru is fair, I agree.”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth, but the words were full of mockery.
Having said that, Xu Qingnian did not linger any longer and turned to leave, looking very spontaneous.
“Xu Ru, is the Shouren Academy still accepting people?”
At this moment, Song Ming’s voice rang out, and he directly followed him, asking Xu Qingnian if he was accepting people.
“All those with character and virtue are accepted.”
Xu Qingnian gave his reply, and for a moment, Song Ming instantly followed behind, his face filled with anticipation.
He was not the only one, in an instant a line of figures moved and followed Xu Qingnian.
At the back, more and more people followed.
What Xu Qingnian had done today had made them actually feel their blood boiling ah.
This is how a young man should be.
This was the kind of attitude young people should have.
In comparison, they really admired Xu Qingnian’s attitude.
And so it was.
The farce ended with Yan Lei’s heartbreak, Zhang Ning’s apology, and the cost of the Great Wei Palace’s hard-to-find auspicious clouds, as well as Xu Qingnian’s three conditions.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature had lost.
To be more precise, it was the Zhu Sheng lineage that lost.
And it was a clean loss.
If this had not happened today, there would have been room for a roundabout way to keep disgusting Xu Qingnian and suppressing the Great Wei Wen Palace.
At least it could have been contested and even won, after all, the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper was behind the Great Wei Wen Palace.
But this time it failed miserably, the Zhu Sheng lineage lost so badly that the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper almost lost its capital to fight.
Even if they could think of other ways, they would not be able to compete in a month’s time.
Xu Qingnian won a big victory.
It even took a group of scholars from the Great Wei Wen Palace with it.
The defeat was miserable, quite miserable.
“With immediate effect, the Great Wei Wen Sheng newspaper is renamed the Great Wei Confucian newspaper, with Chen Xin as the main author.”
The voice of Peng Ru rang out, changing the name of the Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper to the Great Wei Confucian Newspaper and choosing a rather special great Confucian as the main author.
Chen Xin.
In the middle of the Palace of Literature, when Chen Xin heard this, he was stunned, but still did not say much, but only bowed in the direction of Peng Ru.
With that, the Great Wei Palace of Literature gradually fell silent.
But this was only a superficial silence, privately these Confucian students were whispering, the topic of discussion was whether to go to the Shouren Academy.
This was a matter that needed to be dealt with immediately, otherwise the Great Wei Palace would not be able to afford to lose these talented students.
And then, time pa*sed slowly.
The news of today’s incident spread throughout the entire Wei capital, and the people were relieved to learn of what Xu Qingnian had done.
When they learnt what had happened to Yan Lei and Zhang Ning, they even clapped their hands and applauded.
As to whether or not Cheng Lidong’s magic was pa*sed on by Yan Lei, for a while the people were speculating, but the speculation was soon stopped.
It was too big to be discussed, and it was not just damaging to a particular great scholar, but to the entire Great Wei Literary Palace.
The Great Wei Literary Palace represented the saints, so naturally such topics were not allowed to be discussed, but despite the ban, some people could not help but whisper in secret.
And so, a few days in a row pa*sed.
The Palace was surprisingly quiet and nothing happened.
The price of a copy of the newspaper, with no competitors, was stabilised at fifteen wen, which did not bring in a profit, but allowed for rapid expansion.
The second issue of the newspaper sold two million copies.
The third issue sold three million copies.
The fourth issue sold five million copies.
During this period of time, more and more students from Shouren Academy were enrolled, most of whom were placed by Xu Qingnian in charge of the newspaper.
At the same time, the sales of the newspaper began to decline, not because of any sabotage, but because the market would naturally return to an equilibrium after the novelty had worn off.
From a high of five million copies, it has fallen to two million, which is as much as Kyoto can afford at the moment, and now basically a dozen people take turns reading one copy.
Some clever merchants even bought the Wen Wei newspaper and borrowed it for free, one copy at a time.
The situation has led to a real decline in the sales of the newspaper, but its influence is growing.
What Xu Qingnian was looking for was influence, not this small amount of silver.
When the fifth issue of the newspaper was released, Xu Qingnian met with officials and businessmen from all over the world and gave them the right to distribute the newspaper, with all costs paid and profits taken by the other side.
As usual, Xu Qingnian wanted influence, not a few taels of silver.
Of course, Xu Qingnian wouldn’t let Zhang Ruhui lose money either. At present, the most profitable part of the Great Wei Newspaper was the advertis*ments of merchants from all over the world, which could earn more than selling the newspaper.
Xu Qingnian’s idea is very simple, at the beginning of next year, the Great Wei newspaper will be completely present in every county, so that the sword of the people’s hearts will be truly forged.
Time pa*sed, September pa*sed.
October came and went.
The weather in Wei was turning cooler.
Everything was being carried out in a step-by-step manner.
Xu Qingnian was busy every day, the waterwheel project had been fully implemented, but some details still had to be dealt with, and the sales of the Great Wei newspaper had also started to go cold, especially in many county capitals, where they were not selling at all.
Even under the name of Xu Qingnian, not many people were willing to buy.
Even selling it at a low price up front did not attract many people.
A whole lot of things made Xu Qingnian so busy that she was dizzy.
And so it went.
The whole of October pa*sed by in a flash.
It was the middle of November.
The weather in Wei was getting colder and colder, and in another month and a half, it would be the New Year.
On this day, in the Shouren Academy.
Xu Qingnian somehow felt that something was wrong.
For two months in a row.
No matter what he did, it seemed …… The first time I saw it, I didn’t think it was a good idea.
This is a bit unreasonable.
It’s hard to believe that these people have really become honest?
Xu Qingnian was curious.
And just at that moment.
Midnight.
Great Wei Kyoto.
In a secret room.
Two figures slowly appeared.
One was the figure of Prince Huai Ning.
The other, draped in a black robe, bent over and unable to see his features.
“Your Majesty, how are the preparations going?”
An old voice rang out.
If Xu Qingnian was here, he would only know in an instant whose voice it was.
Pengru’s.
“Everything is ready.”
“This king has already notified all the foreign clans, and without incident, the zheng will be sent to Great Wei’s Kyoto today.”
Prince Huaining spoke, his voice calm.
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Peng Ru nodded, and then coughed a few more times and said.
“This time, I would like to see how Xu Qingnian will escape this.”
Peng Ru spoke, his eyes filled with cold intent.
“Peng Ru, we have already used this pawn of the foreigners, if we still cannot eliminate Xu Qingnian, what should we do?”
Prince Huining opened his mouth, and there was a slight …… quirky.
“No.”
“This time, he won’t be able to escape.”
“The barbarians are coming again.”
“The Sudden Evil Dynasty and the Primordial Yuan Dynasty have also made up their minds.”
“Next, it’s not Xu Qingnian who will be targeted, but the Great Wei Dynasty.”
“The Wen Palace, the va*sal kings, the barbarians, the Sudden Evil Dynasty and the Primordial Yuan Dynasty, will all come together to commit disaster at the right time.”
“The Great Wei Dynasty’s qi is also coming to an end.”
“Xu Qingnian is nothing more than someone who will be erased by hand.”
“Prince Huai Ning, the matter of the va*sal kings is to be left to you. If Great Wei dares to go to war and gather an army to attack the north, these va*sal kings, must not sit idly by and wait for death.”
“Do you understand?”
Pengru spoke out.
He said so, conspiring a shocking secret.
“Yes!”
“Just leave the matter of the va*sal kings to this king.”
“However, this king is still worried about Xu Qingnian, so if you can, settle him as early as possible.”
“He has now become a climate, if we give him any more time, it is definitely not a good thing.”
Prince Huai Ning nodded and said so.
“En.”
Peng Ru nodded, but didn’t say much more.
The next moment.
The two of them gradually disappeared.
And so it was.
An hour later.
An expedited delivery of a seal of submission came.
It appeared in the hands of the six ministers.
It also appeared in the hands of the Empress of Great Wei.
It was an impeachment!
The twelve foreign nations had jointly impeached Xu Qingnian.
