After saving the Empress, I became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

Large tears welled up in Gongsun Heng's phoenix eyes, and the tears dripped down her cheeks.

She cradled her master's right palm in her left palm, while her right hand held a ladle, continuously pouring water onto the back of her master's swollen right hand.

With both hands busy, she could only turn her head down and wipe her tears with her right arm.

"Master's wife... um... if Master's wife knew... um... she would scold me to death..." the female disciple sobbed.

Her hands were ice cold, but her master's hands were burning hot.

The woman, her face streaked with tears, was filled with regret. She never imagined that Lu Jing would be so ruthless as to order his Tartar subordinate to force-feed her senior brother Yang hot wine!

The disciples from Bailu Academy rushed forward, only to be kicked to the ground by the Tartar guards.

She was filled with anger, anxiety, and fear, and she cried out of fright. Her master arrived at that moment and asked her what was wrong. She cried and told him what had happened.

If I had known Master would do this... this...

She wanted to say, "Master was too impulsive," but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She could only blame herself in her heart. Why did she care whether Wu Shangmei lived or died?!

This has implicated both Senior Brother Yang and Master...

Ning Nan glanced at the female disciple's expression and smiled:

"There's nothing you can do... That's how they are. You can't reason with them, you can't say things like, 'Brother Lu, don't be like this, be kinder, don't be so impulsive,' they won't listen. Even animals are like that, you know?"

"Give them a good beating, and they'll know to run away the moment you raise your hand."

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Heng seemed amused, blinking her red eyes. But when she saw her master's swollen hand, she couldn't laugh anymore, so she just snorted and sniffed.

"As for your master's wife," Ning Nan laughed, "she won't scold you... If I don't stand up for you, she'll really curse me to death."

Gongsun Heng's tears welled up again.

Ning Nan sat calmly, resting her swollen hands on the table.

Qian Sijin was surrounded by more than ten Jinyiwei guards dressed in plain clothes, each with an indifferent look in their eyes.

On the opposite side of them.

More than a dozen men in black mandarin jackets stood guard around the man in the black and red striped mandarin jacket, who was sitting calmly.

The two groups of people were locked in a fierce battle.

opposite.

Hongfeng felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He stretched his fingers slightly and calmly said to the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who had ordered him to return to the Northern Dynasty's embassy:

"Commander Shang, how he treats our talented scholars today is how Hongfeng will treat your envoys in the future."

Shang Jiuyang was born with a cold demeanor, and upon hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

His expression froze for a moment, but he seemed a little warmer.

Shang Jiuyang, a commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was dressed in only black casual clothes today, but he was wearing a waist tag.

Only after he flashed his badge did he manage to subdue the two groups of people who were about to fight to the death.

"Seventh Young Master," Shang Jiuyang said coldly, "it was your esteemed Young Master Lu who struck first. He forced someone to pour hot wine on Yang Jieyuan! May I ask why such a vicious act..."

Hongfeng calmly interrupted:

"As Yang Jieyuan himself said, if he can't finish that bowl of wine within three breaths, he'll be nothing but a drunkard. Lu Jing was merely helping him; what wrong did he do?"

Shang Jiuyang paused, then his chest heaved and his temples throbbed as he said:

"Seventh Young Master...does this mean you consider the Great Liang Dynasty to be nothing?"

A guard in a black jacket sneered, "What do you intend to do?"

Shang Jiuyang's face immediately turned ashen.

Hong Feng stood up, looked at Shang Jiuyang with a calm gaze, and said:

"Commander Shang, I, Wang, have participated in your dynasty's imperial examination this year and am one of the successful candidates from the Great Liang. I am here today to await the release of the results. I wonder what business it is of yours, Commander Shang?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Jiuyang gritted his teeth. The other party was using the announcement of the results of the imperial examination as an excuse, and he really couldn't order the other party to return to the embassy for the time being.

Hong Feng's gaze swept past Shang Jiuyang and went straight to Ning Nan sitting opposite him, his voice still calm as he said:

"Brother Ning, Hongfeng will definitely seek justice for Lu Jing in the future."

Ning Nan raised his eyes, glanced at the table out of the corner of his eye, and smiled, saying:

"I am different from the Seventh Young Master. I don't like to seek revenge in some 'other day' or any 'other day'."

"You!" A group of Tartar guards were immediately enraged!

Hongfeng raised his hand to stop the crowd.

He gave the man a deep look, then glanced at Gongsun Heng, who was watering the man's hands with warm water.

I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and sigh inwardly.

He will be stationed in Jiangnan in the future.

This woman comes from a distinguished family and is exceptionally beautiful. He was somewhat tempted when he solved the Moon Laurel Chess Game at Bailu Academy that day, and planned to take her as his concubine so that the Gongsun family could lend him a hand in the future.

I never expected this woman to be so ungrateful.

Hongfeng's noodles trembled slightly. With such an important matter at hand, he suppressed some of his emotions and snorted:

"Brother Ning, a few months ago you beat up my elder brother Hongjiao, and today you've injured my friend... Ha, you can certainly indulge in a bit more of your verbal sparring..."

Ning Nan narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the man's expression and face, and suddenly remembered something.

Two months ago, he met this person at the Nancheng Daily newspaper office. The person said something to him that made him feel a little uneasy ever since.

"Seventh Young Master,"

After working all day in the glass workshop, Mr. Ning glanced at the stove in front of the other person's table and suddenly had an idea.

He smiled and said:

"What I mean is... I'm giving Seventh Young Master a chance for revenge right now. Does Seventh Young Master not want it?"

……

……

The river wind made the withered branches rustle.

Inside an inconspicuous horse-drawn carriage by the river.

"Have you gone to fetch the imperial physician?"

The woman dressed in blue sat in the main seat and spoke in a cold voice.

Sit on the side of the carriage.

Yan Yuqing, with her head full of white hair, lowered her head and said:

"The doctor from the nearby clinic has arrived, and the imperial physician has been dispatched by fast horse! He will be there in no more than fifteen minutes."

Yan Yuqing's voice was like that of a night owl, hoarse and sharp:

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please rest assured that the young master's injuries are not serious. Shang Jiuyang has a skilled doctor by his side who has already prepared ointment for the young master and will apply it for him shortly."

After disembarking from the carriage and having arranged many matters, the acting commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard spoke sincerely.

Zhu Cuiwei clasped her hands in front of her, her face pale, and said:

"Where is the young master's carriage parked? I'll get out and wait for him there. Have Qian Sijin escort the young master and Miss Gongsun out. Also, have someone protect the students of Bailu Academy these next few days and keep an eye on the people from the Northern Dynasty..."

Yan Yuqing quickly bowed her head and said, "The young master's carriage is not far from here... Yes."

She lifted the carriage curtain and gave a few instructions to the people outside.

Wang Bing, dressed in black casual clothes, sat respectfully on the other side, head bowed, eyes downcast, silent.

Zhu Cuiwei imagined the young doctor's injured hand and couldn't help but gasp.

He made a move to get up and was about to get out of the carriage to wait for the other party at the Ning residence when a Jinyiwei spy suddenly came to report from not far away.

"Reporting to Lord Yan," the scout said, sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt on the carriage seat outside, his tone somewhat hurried, "the brothers from Heming Tower have come to report that the young master and his wife cannot leave Heming Tower for the time being."

Zhu Cuiwei's watery eyes suddenly narrowed.

Yan Yuqing said angrily in a low voice:

"What's going on? Isn't Shang Jiuyang here? That Northern Dynasty guy really dares to overturn the table in Liang?"

"No, no!"

The scout quickly shook his head, knowing that his superior had misunderstood, but his tone was also somewhat hesitant and strange.

"Yes, it's the son-in-law, he..."

After stammering for a while, and with Yan Yuqing finally letting out a somewhat impatient "Hmm?", the scout spoke in a strange tone, taking a deep breath:

"Yes...it's the son-in-law gambling with that prince from the Northern Dynasty..."