My name is Wei Qing, and I want to fight the Xiongnu.

Those who are only good at bluffing and taking advantage of others are the ones who most want to obtain these "medals" that can demonstrate their achievements through external forces.

On the contrary, Wei Qing, who had killed seven or eight ram-headed shamans at a young age, was dismissive of this.

Sell ​​what you can sell, give away what you can't; there's no point in keeping it around anyway.

If the time really comes, killing a few more shamans is no big deal.

After leaving the Marquis of Ruyin's residence and boarding the imperial carriage, Liu Yangxin finally revealed his contempt for Xiahou Ci.

It is said that a tiger father will not have a dog son, but only a few generations have passed, and the nobles of the Han Dynasty have become so corrupt that they are not even as good as the slaves in the remote Pingyang County. It is simply ironic.

If this vast human realm were truly handed over to these people, perhaps in a few hundred years, we would truly have to welcome the king's army with food and drink.

"Your Highness, are you returning to your residence?"

After a moment's thought, Liu Yangxin said, "Let's go to Gongshu's place again."

Since he will be admitted to the Imperial Academy the day after tomorrow, Wei Qing's severed finger must be properly treated before then.

......

As evening fell, Wei Qing, holding two worn-out swords, sat on the eaves of a magnificent building, looking down at the royal city of Chang'an, feeling both strange and familiar.

The architectural design in the royal city is exactly the same as that of Chang'an in my dreams.

Was that really a dream?

If it's a dream, why do the buildings in the dream fit perfectly with those in reality?

If it's not a dream, then what is it?

Is this the future we are about to experience?

Or is it the future trend of reality?

In a daze, a faint fragrance wafted from behind, along with Liu Yangxin's clear and melodious voice: "If I fall from here, can you catch me?"

Wei Qing looked at the eaves below him. "How could I possibly fall off like this? You're not lying to me."

Does this mean that all the buildings in Chang'an are shoddy construction projects?

He thought for a moment, then carefully stood up from the eaves and walked to the roof, thinking that this place wouldn't collapse, would it?

Seeing Wei Qing's actions and the slightly suspicious expression on his face, Liu Yangxin felt both annoyed and amused.

I really can't understand him. He talks eloquently about the rise and fall of countless worlds, but in daily interactions he is taciturn and reserved.

Is this due to excessively high IQ or excessively low EQ?

Liu Yangxin sat down next to Wei Qing without hesitation. He looked at the young man, who had changed into clean and dry clothes, and saw that he looked even more handsome and dashing.

Seeing that Wei Qing seemed mute and had no intention of speaking, Liu Yangxin had no choice but to force a topic of conversation.

Missing home?

Wei Qing: ? ? ?

Upon hearing this question, Wei Qing turned to look at Liu Yangxin with a look of concern for the intellectually disabled.

Homesick? Are you kidding me?

It would be better to ask, "Have you eaten?"

I miss home; I need a home too.

Is Pingyang County home?

Feeling scorned, Liu Yangxin was deeply hurt and even became somewhat angry and ashamed.

At a time like this, shouldn't you take the initiative to find topics to chat with me, the princess?

Unromantic, dull and lifeless!

Wei Qing seemed to realize that he was, after all, living in His Highness's residence and had something to ask of His Highness.

We cannot leave His Highness standing there; it would be extremely impolite.

So Wei Qing shook his head earnestly and replied, "I don't miss home."

This time, Liu Yangxin was filled with questions.

Excuse me?

Having no other choice, Liu Yangxin could only continue to find topics to talk about: "Chang'an under the setting sun is covered with a golden coat, and the more you look at it, the more magnificent and splendid it seems."

Wei Qing countered, "The architectural design is flawed. The two prefectures are too far apart and their layout is unreasonable. If the enemy were to attack from the outside, it would be neither conducive to defense nor to organizing an immediate counterattack."

"What's going on in your head?" Liu Yangxin had the illusion of talking to a brick wall: "The Xiongnu barbarians can't invade Chang'an."

Wei Qing glanced at Liu Yangxin and also felt that this woman was truly hopelessly stupid.

Did I say the enemy was the Xiongnu?

There was no other way but to add, "The kings may."

Liu Yangxin was dumbfounded. This actually works?

Hmm...it actually seems to work.

Most of the vassal kings of the Han Dynasty lived in their own fiefdoms.

These kings not only had independent armies and regimes, but also the right to mint coins.

It's still not much different from the small dynasty.

They were the backbone of the Han Dynasty. Because of them, even though Empress Lü held imperial power, she could only slowly and painstakingly cut away at the Liu imperial family.

However, if the emperor were to be Liu himself, then these vassal kings would naturally become time bombs for the Han Dynasty.

Liu Yangxin gave Wei Qing a resentful look. At that moment, she wanted to take a knife and cut open Wei Qing's head to see what was inside: "Actually, you didn't need to move to the front yard. My reputation outside is already infamous."

Today, Empress Lü is in power, so naturally she wants to suppress Liu Heng's faction.

If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.

Even if Wei Qing entered Yangxin Prefecture today, and the two parted ways after arriving in Chang'an, this matter would still become filthy if it reached the mouths of those with ulterior motives.

It turned into that sordid scene where ordinary people were vying to urge each other to "write another five yuan's worth, write another five yuan's worth."

Wei Qing sighed. "Silly girl, can't you think about it more?"

Whether outsiders believe it or not is irrelevant, but if you yourself believe certain rumors, then there's a big problem.

Teams often begin to crumble from within.

If your father, your grandfather, and the people in your camp believe it, it won't just be a matter of reputation.

However, man proposes, God disposes. While Wei Qing was trying to maintain a safe distance from Liu Yangxin, some interested parties began to have ulterior motives because of Xu Shenxiang's prophecy.

Wei Qing replied perfunctorily, "It's fine. The front yard is quite nice too. I used to live deep in the mountains and forests. This place is much better than where I used to live."

That's absolutely true. This place is much better than where he used to live, exposed to the elements. At least he has a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Liu Yangxin felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, realizing that children from poor families mature early.

"The military side has confirmed it. I'll go over there the day after tomorrow to go through the procedures and complete some formalities."

The Imperial Academy admits four batches of students each year, with no fixed number; the number varies depending on the number of recommended students.

The education at the Imperial Academy was also open, with teachers giving lectures every day, and students could go to their favorite teachers to listen to their lectures and study.

Ordinary students graduate in three years, outstanding students stay in school for six years, and gifted students stay in school for twelve years.

If you wish to remain at the Imperial Academy after reaching the required number of years, you can either pay tuition, participate in the corresponding assessments, or complete the corresponding tasks.

This also means that the longer one stays in the Imperial Academy, the stronger one tends to become.

The strength here refers not only to ability, but also to financial resources, power, and influence!

Chapter Fifteen: People from the Gongshu Family Arrive

Wei Qing didn't think he could stay at the Imperial Academy for long, estimating at most three to five years. He figured he would either be killed or expelled, and the chances of graduating smoothly were slim.

Besides, he had no intention of settling down in the Imperial Academy and never leaving again. What would that mean?

Talking about scriptures and doctrines with a bunch of students who have never seen the world is not as fun as going to the Xiongnu barbarian territory and wreaking havoc.

"Is there anything I need to prepare?"

"No need, it's not like it's the first time."

Four times a year, plus hundreds of years have passed, so it's become second nature to them.

At this point, Liu Yangxin added, "Don't go out tomorrow, there might be guests coming."

"guest?"

"Yes, the Gongshu family might come."

"What does this have to do with me?"

“A severed finger is never a pretty sight, but the Gongshu family has a solution.”

Wei Qing said nothing more and continued to sit on the roof, gazing into the distance.

Liu Yangxin didn't continue the conversation, but instead sat down next to Wei Qing and followed his gaze into the distance.

Chang'an is truly beautiful.

The next day, Wei Qing got up early.

After washing up and having breakfast, the maid Qiao Lan soon came over to greet him, saying, "Young master, did you find your stay at the manor yesterday?"

"It's okay, it's just that the bed is too soft."

Qiao Lan covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Young Master, you've gotten used to living in Chang'an for a while now. I wonder if it's convenient for you now? People from the Gongshu family have arrived."

Before long, Wei Qing followed Qiao Lan to the east courtyard and arrived at a house.

"Young master, the Gongshu family does not wish to be disturbed by outsiders when they are doing things. This servant will wait at the door. If you need anything, please just call out softly."

"Understood."

As Wei Qing finished speaking and was about to push open the door, a sense of crisis suddenly arose within him.