I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 230: Li Mu, the Prince of Yan who was concerned about the country and the people, almost dro

In Qiuzhou city.

I don't know when it started, but the whole street was talking about a piece of news.

The Prince of Yan was at the sage's residence when he accidentally fell into a well.

The well is extremely deep, and after the prince fell into it, there were signs of a landslide in the well.

What's worse, some people claimed that they heard someone calling for help in the well, and they said it very seriously.

Soon someone discovered that the 20,000 soldiers stationed outside Qiuzhou City had all entered the city overnight.

The saint's residence was surrounded by people.

The saint lives outside.

The wife of the Grand Marshal looked at the King of Yan in front of her with a serious expression and asked:

"I wonder what King Yan means by this?"

The King of Yan wiped his mouth with his sleeve. It was obvious that he had just finished his meal and the grease on his mouth was not wiped clean:

"Of course it's to save people, please make way, Madam!"

"Save people? Does King Yan know where this is? Aren't you afraid of such a scene..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw several old men walking out from behind him, all looking at King Yan with unfriendly eyes.

Obviously, the strength of these people should not be underestimated.

Seeing this, King Yan sneered and deliberately raised his voice:

"With all your attitude, are you guys holding him captive?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd watching from a distance was suddenly in an uproar.

"Have you heard? The prince of Yan accidentally fell into a well in the Saint Residence. The prince of Yan is here to look for his son."

"That's right, my third aunt's second brother-in-law's aunt's cousin's husband said he heard someone calling for help in the well. I think it was the Prince of Yan."

For a moment, the crowd was outraged.

"What does the Confucian mean by this? The King of Yan came to look for his son, but they stopped him from entering. Could it be that he is really under house arrest?"

"No way, why would the Confucian family put the prince under house arrest?"

"Have you forgotten how His Royal Highness the Crown Prince scolded them at the Fengxue Gathering? These scholars are the most petty-minded!"

"What are you talking about? Scholars eating your rice?"

There were all kinds of opinions expressed.

The King of Yan showed a look of grief and indignation on his face, his eyes widened, and he said passionately:

"This time, I am only here to save people. During this time, I will compensate Saint Residence for all its losses tenfold."

"Save the world! Save the world! Save the world!"

Immediately, 20,000 soldiers shouted in unison.

The sound seemed to penetrate the sky.

"King Yan, please come in!"

At this time, a lifeless old voice reached everyone's ears.

Although the voice was small, it could be clearly heard by everyone among the shouts of 20,000 people.

The King of Yan raised his hand, and in just a moment, 20,000 soldiers fell silent.

The speed at which the military order was conveyed was astonishing.

King Yan whispered a few words to Wei Pingran beside him, then went into the sage's residence alone.

Meanwhile, the saint was inside, in the open space in front of the hut.

Liu Minglan supported his knees with both hands and said weakly:

"You can't even beat me, and you still want to go into the third floor to rescue people?"

Li Ling'er held the spear in both hands and tried hard to stand up. The former brilliance in her eyes had long gone.

Seeing this, Liu Minglan shook his head vigorously and complained:

"That's enough, I've been fighting with you all night because I don't want you to die. Do you know what the third floor is like?"

Li Ling'er held the spear horizontally with difficulty, but her feet could no longer move:

"I know! But apart from these, I have no other choice!"

As she spoke, Li Linger took a step forward, but before her feet touched the ground, her body fell forward heavily.

Liu Minglan grinned, appeared in front of Li Linger, caught her shaky body, and said helplessly:

"Sister, why bother? Is that bad guy really that good that you have to risk your life for him? You just want to be buried with him."

After a night of fierce fighting and mental torture, Li Linger was already somewhat delirious:

"It was me who brought her back to the palace. It was me..."

Before he could finish his words, he fainted.

"Ling'er!"

At the same time, Zhang Hanrui appeared beside the two of them, hugged Li Linger, and there was a hint of murderous intent in her eyes:

"Are you hurt?"

"Sister, are you a fairy?"

Liu Minglan looked at Zhang Hanrui infatuatedly, then froze for a moment, waving her two little hands desperately in front of her, her tone anxious:

"No, no, I'm saving her. If I wanted to hurt her, I wouldn't have spent the whole night here with her."

at this time.

The Confucian teacher who was sitting in front of the thatched cottage slowly raised his head, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes:

"Gabaicao?"

Suddenly, three more people appeared on the open space.

Surprisingly, they were the long-missing Mu Zhen, the Mohist master Mo Wuyan, and the medical saint Ge Lao.

With a faint smile on his face, Mr. Ge bowed to the Confucian master:

"It's rare that Brother Qiu cares about me. I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for sixty years."

"I wonder why you two came to the Saint's residence?"

The Confucian teacher glanced at Ge Lao and Mo Wuyan, with some dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I'm here to look for my granddaughter. Has Brother Qiu seen you?"

The smile on Ge Lao's face did not diminish, but his eyes were fixed on the Confucian teacher.

"Greetings, Senior Qiu. Old Man Mu has difficulty walking, so I just followed you to have a look. Just pretend I don't exist."

Mo Wuyan bowed to the Confucian teacher. Although his attitude was humble, he looked nonchalant and did not have the bearing of a great Mohist master at all.

"The two kids came to the third floor voluntarily, you..."

The Confucian teacher straightened up, as if he had used up all the strength in his life. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mu Zhen.

"Teacher, we both know whether it is voluntary or not. Confucianism has a responsibility in this matter..."

However, as Mu Zhen was speaking, his eyes fell on the back of the Confucian teacher's hand.

There was a thumb-sized red mark on it, obviously caused by sword energy.

It is hard to imagine who could hurt the Confucian master.

The Confucian teacher seemed to understand Mu Zhen's eyes. He pulled up his sleeves calmly to cover the sword wound on his hand, shook his head and sighed:

"It is indeed related to Bo Xi. The Confucianists acknowledge this matter."

Then Mu Zhen was about to speak when he heard the Confucian teacher say:

“But the place where the saints live cannot be destroyed.”

"Teacher! The third floor is no longer the holy place of Confucianism it once was. What's the difference between it and a devil's cave?"

Mu Zhen's fingers were clasped tightly on the armrests of the wheelchair, and his tone was sonorous.

"The Prince of Yan sacrificed his life for justice. As his teacher, I must fulfill his last wish!"

Obviously, Mu Zhen understood the word "dig" to mean something else.

I just thought that Li Mu couldn't bear to see such a place and continued to exist in the world, so he used his true energy to leave that word on the mace.

"Teacher, you can't stay here forever. If a second Bo Xi appears a hundred years later and really opens this place to the world, my dynasty will be in danger."

...

Li Mu, who was in the Xunmeng small world, obviously didn't know.

Now in Mu Zhen's eyes, he has become a prince who cares about the country and the people.

At this moment, he was in the ocean of mathematics and was almost drowned.

From the moment he saw the value of pi, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

as predicted.

The following questions almost made Li Mu vomit blood on the spot.

"Points! They're really points."

At the beginning, Li Mu was able to give an answer relying on his barely 60-point score in advanced mathematics.

However, the answer itself is not important. What is important is the way Li Mu gave the answer.

Just when Li Mu felt that if the questions continued like this, he would have to skip classes and stay overnight.

Xun Meng asked, what is the limit?

Li Mu breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that the nightmare was finally over.

He confidently wrote the formula of the limit in the air, but he never expected that Xun Meng did not agree with it.

For the first time, an error message appeared in the air.

Outside the courtyard, Qiu He, who was always paying attention to the developments here, sighed deeply.

"Senior... Is my husband..."

Ge Peining's face turned pale and she could hardly speak clearly.

At first, she didn't care whether Li Mu could complete the assessment. Anyway, she would be wherever Li Mu was.

But when Li Mu solved those problems that she had never heard of before, hope was rekindled in her heart.

It’s not that she doesn’t have someone she’s concerned about outside, and one of them is Mr. Ge.

But when she came in, she didn't think she could leave.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"This kid is not bragging. It's a pity that he is just one point short. There are only two questions left out of the forty-nine difficult questions."

As Qiu He spoke, his expression was unclear, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.

In the courtyard, Li Mu cursed angrily:

"What a lousy magic weapon! You have no knowledge, so how can you say my answer is wrong?"

But it was obvious that Xun Meng had no intelligence and could not fight against Li Mu.

"No, the test is not over yet. Can this kid give the answer again?"

At this time, Qiu He's expression changed and he spoke in confusion.

Li Mu seemed to have noticed something was wrong and realized that there was nothing wrong with his body. The person in the air in front of him still looked like he was waiting for an answer.

Li Mu immediately fell to the ground with his arms and legs spread out. "The answer is correct! Otherwise it shouldn't be like this. The way I gave the answer is wrong!"

Li Mu slowly closed his eyes and emptied his mind, forgetting all the advanced mathematics that he had managed to recall.

For a moment, it entered a very strange state, with the sun and the moon in the sky alternating repeatedly.

Li Mu only felt that a moment had passed, but in the small world, a full two months had passed.

"I see!"

Suddenly, Li Mu's empty pupils regained their luster and he sat up abruptly.