"Sir, who is he?"

After everyone left, Aria asked.

Li Ping'an said: "Master Zhong, one of the four Confucian scholars in the academy, is a world-famous Confucian who is knowledgeable, especially in poetry."

Zhao Ling'er asked in confusion: "Sir, you know him, then why did you pretend not to know him just now?"

Although Li Pingan is blind, he is not blind to what is happening outside the window.

Paper in this era was not expensive, and there were more than 20 monthly newspapers published by the government and the private sector in the four towns of Anbei alone.

There are nothing more than the words "Guotai and people's peace" and "Good weather" written on it, and there are also many rumors and stories.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Li Ping'an knows the famous academy and everyone in Zhong.

Li Ping'an smiled faintly, "It's troublesome to say we got to know each other. I'm not suitable there. But you should go back and talk to your parents. This is a good opportunity."

........

"Teacher, aren't we here just to take away the two little girls? Why do you want those two boys?"

Jing Yu asked in confusion.

Mr. Zhong said: "Maybe it will be interesting."

"What about Li Pingan? What a coincidence, these two little girls have become his disciples."

Everyone Zhong smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Mansion.

"Academy!?"

Zhao Ling'er's father, Zhao Kai, was sitting in the hall and listened to what his daughter said.

A mouthful of tea spurted out.

Zhao Kai is a very famous scholar, and he is very elegant in his words and deeds.

When had Zhao Linger ever seen her father like this?

But it's no wonder, the academy is a dream place for scholars all over the world.

Zhao Kai searched for it all his life but could not find it.

Zhao Ling'er got an opportunity to enter the academy for no reason, which was really her blessing.

Zhao Kai paced back and forth in the hall, "Academy...Academy..."

Suddenly, he raised his head suddenly.

"Where is Mr. Zhong?"

"Let's go." Zhao Ling'er said.

"...You can't be a liar, right?"

Zhao Kai came back from his excitement. It stands to reason that the probability of such a good thing happening from heaven is really very small.

Zhao Ling'er recalled her first impression when she met Mr. Zhong and shook her head, "My daughter doesn't think it's fake."

"Master, master!"

The servant came in.

"Master, is there someone looking for you outside?"

"who?"

"I sent you a greeting card."

Zhao Kai opened it and took it. There were a few lines of small characters in vigorous handwriting.

It seemed very familiar until I saw the signature - Mr. Zhong.

Only then did he suddenly realize that this was Mr. Zhong’s handwriting.

Everyone in the Sui Dynasty knew the calligraphy of Zhong Jiajia.

There are many people who specialize in this type of font, which resulted in today's bell-style font.

"...father?"

Zhao Kai suddenly came back to his senses, "...Quick! I'm here to invite you!"

...........

"Don't the armies of the Sui Dynasty never march to the four towns of Anbei? What's going on now?"

"Yeah, something doesn't look right about me."

"It's better to go out less these days."

Overnight, the four towns in Anbei changed.

In the Sui Dynasty, 20,000 cavalry were stationed in the four towns of Anbei, and the momentum was unprecedented.

What followed was a large-scale turmoil in official circles.

A large number of officials from the capital launched another crackdown on the officials in the four towns of Anbei. In some cases, the entire government office was sealed.

In the eyes of the people, this was a sudden change.

But everyone in the upper echelon knew that this was the princess paving the way for her to ascend the throne.

Several years of planning, plus a foreign war.

The Sui Dynasty finally gained confidence again and began to manage the four towns of Anbei legitimately.

Those who had obeyed officials, minions, and businessmen under the Turks' management were arrested one after another.

Either beaten or killed, everyone fell into panic for a while.

I am afraid that it will be my turn next.

Prince's Mansion.

Wang Shan paced back and forth uneasily.

With every step he took, his heart became a little heavier.

Every news he heard in the past few days was enough to scare him to death.

Without exception, those people behind him were implicated.

And those businessmen who are more capable and powerful than themselves cannot escape and will be killed at will.

Next...will it be my turn?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened and uneasy he became.

Over the years, he has indeed been helping the Turks.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. The Sui Dynasty had weak control over the four towns in Anbei.

If he wanted to survive, he could only rely on the Turks.

It's just that those people don't think that this reason can save themselves from death.

Da da da da!!!

Heavy footsteps came from the darkness, piercing the silent night.

Getting louder and closer!

Wang Shan fell directly to the ground.

"It's over, it's over."

A group of soldiers wearing armor walked in, and the leading official glanced at them.

"Who is Wang Shan?"

Wang Shan closed his eyes in despair and stood up with the help of his servants.

"I am...."

"Mr. Wang, I am from the Public Security Bureau. I heard that your son is about to go to the academy and came to express his congratulations."

Wang Shan was stunned for a moment, "Tao... Tao Xi?"

"Yes, it is said that Mr. Zhong personally came to select you. This is the first time that the academy has recruited students in the four towns of Anbei, so I came here to express my congratulations to you on behalf of the Sheriff."

"I don't dare take it, I don't take it. Please sit down. Please sit down."

Wang Shan felt relieved and felt like he had come back to life for an instant.

.............

"Don't arrest me, I have nothing to do with the Turks! It doesn't matter!"

On the street, several people who cried out for injustice were taken away by guards in black official uniforms.

The number of wanted portraits on the street suddenly increased several times.
To be continued...