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The two of them walked back to the nativology, and just as they arrived at the Whisperer School, they saw Song Zhe guarding the door. When he saw that Mu Rong Chun had returned, he immediately whispered, "His Majesty asked you to go back for a trip."

"Alright." Mu Rong Chun then bid farewell to Lu Zi Nuo and left in a hurry.

Lu Zi Nuo, on the other hand, was walking slowly as she considered how he should run for the position of Discussion.

Suddenly, her shoulder sunk, causing her to jump, and when she turned her head, she saw the worry in Liu Zhen Yang's eyes.

"Follow me."

He never thought that Liu Zhen Yang would actually bring her out of nativology.

They sat down for a long time and did not talk. Lu Zi Nuo could not hold it in any longer and asked: "Why is Zi Hou looking for me?"

Liu Zhen Yang was still silent. He really did not know where to start from, after entering the academy for merely three days, yet so many things had happened in succession, how could he leave in peace after graduating?

He originally thought that it would be safe for Lu Zi Nuo to follow Mu Rong Chun and Li Zhao, but now it seems that it wasn't so! Mu Rong Chun was the eldest grandson of the Emperor, there were countless people in this world who wanted to frame him and assassinate him, for example, that day when Lu Zi Nuo and Mu Rong Chun were together, who would dare say, that it wasn't an assassination that was planned for a long time.

Familiar with the time of the new ranking ceremony, familiar with Mu Rong Chun's habits, and even familiar with the topography of the entire Shengjing City, this was the reason why he was able to accurately indicate when, where, and where the ambush would take place. Whether the night was only a time for them to escape, or whether it was only a time for one person to investigate the situation.

In addition, what worried him the most was whether or not Mu Rong Chun would always trust Lu Zi Nuo. If there were any benefits or disadvantages, then at that time, who could protect her.

After staring at it for a long time, Liu Zhen Yang sighed: "I will leave the capital tomorrow."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you still not elect a successor to the Discussion?"

"Today, I received a letter saying that my father passed away from illness. I want to go to the Tan Prefecture to help my soul return."

"What?" "Auntie, she …" Lu Zi Nuo panicked. He wanted to console him, but he felt that every word he said had become pale, so he stopped, stood up, walked to Liu Zhen Yang's side, and hugged his head to his chest. "Cry, brother Zi Hou, don't keep it in your heart."

With just one sentence, it stabbed into Liu Zhen Yang's sore spot. His shoulders trembled and tears flowed out.

After a long while, the two finally ordered a few pots of Peach Blossom Drunken Wine and a few dishes.

The two of them drank in silence. This wine was made from last spring's fresh peach blossoms that had been soaked in honey and then added with distillers grains. It was originally slightly sweet and suited to be quoted by girls, but as she drank it, she felt that it was very bitter.

She thought, Liu Zhen Yang had just entered the warrior division a moment ago, and this was originally a great opportunity to spread his ambitions, but something happened at home. Ding You had been worried for three years, and he had no confidence in what kind of situation this might turn out to be.

"I wish brother Zi Hou a safe return." Lu Zi Nuo poured wine for Liu Zhen Yang and passed it to him.

Liu Zhen Yang received the wine cup, but was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he lowered his eyes and looked at the wine cup, which was an azure-colored porcelain cup, and the wine inside seemed to be transparent, as if it was filled with a cup of water. However, he did not know whether it was because of the wine or her fragrance, but he could not help but smile when he saw Lu Zi Nuo's serious expression. Since I have to leave the nativology, naturally, someone is required to take over the position of the Discussion.

"Oh." Originally, Lu Zi Nuo was not too interested in this matter, but just now, he had promised Mu Rong Chun that he would give the position of Discussion a try, and said: "Brother Zi Hou, I want to run for that position."

"What?" Liu Zhen Yang frowned: "He let you run?"

"Yes sir!"

"Nonsense!"

Even at noon, in the gloomy great hall, where the lamp was burning all year round, there was no wind, and the candles were still. The people who were kneeling in the great hall were originally observing the path of the heart, but they silently kneeled like stone statues, and for some reason, they sneezed, while the numbing sensation in their legs grew more and more intense.

From the afternoon until the moment he entered the palace, Mu Rong Chun had been kneeling here the entire time. This was a punishment that he had never received since he was young.

There was no noise from outside the hall, not because the early spring was still weak, but because the upper class did not like those minute movements. The only sound within the hall was the faint crackling sound of the powder of the ambergris and the burning of the sparks, and if one did not listen carefully, they would not be able to hear it. Even the breathing in the hall was suppressed. It was as if only silence could maintain the solemnity and solemnity of the hall. The only thing that could be done was to remain silent, as if … as if … as if … as if … as if … as if … as if … as if … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as … as

Mu Rong Chun kept his head down the entire time. Today, he was wearing a gentle plain robe which was spread out on a black and red carpet, like a tiny flower blooming on the path of the Yellow Springs. The last time he knelt here, it was last time that assassin stabbed and injured Lu Zi Nuo.

He was also the ruler of the Dacheng. He had a patience that was many times better than Mu Rong Chun's, or perhaps, no one could guess what he was thinking, which was why so many people said that he was testing the heavens' will.

Four hours passed.

"Pure'er, do you know your wrongs?" The old man finally spoke with a calm tone. Although it was a reproach, it was not a reproach, which made Mu Rong Chun a little surprised. However, he still kept his head down and did not move at all.

In truth, Mu Rong Chun did not know where his mistake lay. Back then, it was indeed he who kept on hiding his identity to go to the nativology, but he had also obtained the approval of the Royal Grandfather.

The person in power seemed to have seen through Mu Rong Chun's thoughts, and silently looked at him, "Let me ask you, what was the beginning of filial piety."

"My body is covered in skin. My parents do not dare to defile my body. The beginning of filial piety."

Mu Rong Chun vaguely thought that before he could say anything, the old man had said: "Very good." Mu Rong Shi did not give his grandson a chance to explain himself.

Amongst all the grandchildren, Mu Rong Yuan was the first one to enter the study room to study, and the second was Mu Rong Chun. No matter how good the teacher of the nativology was, he couldn't be compared to the Eastern Palace's Chong Wen Hall, and he had never thoroughly investigated on the reason why Mu Rong Chun wanted to enter the nativology. He had always only known what he should know, such as that Mu Rong Chun was injured in the nativology, and the frail Lu Zi Nuo beside him.

"If you don't know anything about it, then who taught you how to do it?" In the face of Mu Rong Shi's question, Mu Rong Chun was still silent, but he raised his head in the next sentence. Is it that Lu Zi Nuo? "

"No."

Mu Rong Shi's questioning of him made him nervous. Not to mention the royal family, even the many nobles outside the palace could kill Lu Zi Nuo with a single palm strike. To them, human life was always cheap.

Although Lu Zi Nuo's family was prominent right now, and he had three sisters in the palace who were all important female officials in Emperor, to the bystanders, this was no different from swapping an official with a sister. Moreover, to people who doted on him, such things were like flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water, it was as if a strong wind had blown past it and there were no traces of it at all.