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Mu Rong Shi no longer spoke, and instead sized Mu Rong Chun up in a deep gaze. His gaze was extremely dignified, and even if he was silent, it was still as though he was a mountain pressing down on people. lowered his head, as he silently refused to speak.

"From tomorrow onwards, you can return to the Chong Wen Hall. nativology is not suitable for you."

Regarding Mu Rong Chun, Mu Rong Shi had high hopes for him from the bottom of his heart. His eldest son was far too kind, and his body was weak and sickly.

"No."

This was the second time Mu Rong Chun said no to the Royal Grandfather tonight. Even if he did not raise his head, he knew that the Royal Grandfather's expression must not be very good right now.

In truth, Mu Rong Shi just did not expect that, to Mu Rong Chun, being acquainted with him would overturn all the concepts in his life. He had always hoped to be able to be like Emperor Taizong of the Dacheng, humbly admonish him, listen to his words, act for the masses, and create a prosperous era for the Dacheng. However, after so many years of being in the palace, life had paralyzed him, changed him, but he did not self-know.

The elder sitting on the throne narrowed his eyes, looking at his grandson kneeling on the ground. After a long while, he sighed, "You can get up."

However, Mu Rong Chun did not move. He had knelt for four hours and his knees were already numb, so even thinking about it was difficult, but fortunately, he still remained standing and did not move. Mu Rong Shi did not ask, and asked again: "Tell Grandfather why?"

To Mu Rong Shi, this was an enormous concession. Mu Rong Chun still remembered how he was young and often sat on the Royal Grandfather's knee, and he was like an ordinary old man telling him some stories about his youth.

Mu Rong Chun wasn't able to clearly answer the reason for this, but he could clearly understand that the nativology and the study room were actually two completely different worlds.

However, at the Chong Wen Hall, he was the eldest grandson of the Dacheng, a noble relative of the royal family. Both right and wrong were good and bad, both good and bad were good and bad. As soon as he entered the nativology, he felt that he was living the life of an ordinary person, using his own eyes, his heart to experience the happiness and pain of an ordinary person, and not through a simple paper.

However, he did not know how he would say these words to Mu Rong Shi, and he was even certain that the Royal Grandfather would not understand everything he was trying to convey. Maybe what he got in return was a scolding, or maybe it was just a sneer — His identity would not change, and if he did not have the protection of those people behind him, he might not have been able to do it so smoothly in nativology.

Therefore, he no longer spoke and only lowered his eyes in silence. After a long while, he finally heard Royal Grandfather's voice. "Pure er, you've grown up." This made Mu Rong Chun suddenly recall that this was actually the first time in his life that Mu Rong Chun had disobeyed the Royal Grandfather's will.

Mu Rong Chun had experienced war and chaos since he was young, but he admired Royal Grandfather's ability to bear the brunt of the edict. Since he was young, Royal Grandfather had always been the hero in his heart, even when there was nothing he could do to stop it. did not want to cultivate a puppet. He needed Mu Rong Chun to have his own thoughts, and gradually, under the guidance of the Imperial Tutor, Mu Rong Chun's appropriate rejection, was also one of the tests. This made him feel slightly gratified, but it was not from then on that he would stop considering his safety.

"Since you are not willing to leave the nativology, then we will give you a second choice. Or perhaps, it's a bet between you and me." Mu Rong Chun raised his head, and looked straight into Mu Rong Shi's eyes: "Become a Discussion, and protect yourself, or else, leave nativology! "Is that good?"

At the same time, several meters away in the capital's Yang Mansion, there was a person standing with his head lowered. If one looked through the window, they would see two people inside, one standing and the other kneeling.

The person who stood there was tall and wore a long black robe with a fierce tiger painted on it. He had a tall crown, was skinny, had white hair, and a thin, yellow eyebrows. If one did not know who he was, one would think he was a Daoist from one of the Daoist sects.

"Grandfather," The person who spoke lowered his head, but his silhouette could still be vaguely seen. The normally arrogant and domineering Yang Ou Yu, in front of his grandfather Yang Yan Ling, was as obedient as a kitten whose claws had been pulled out. However, he was not as calm as Mu Rong Chun.

"Don't know?" Yang Yan Ling slowly repeated himself again, satisfied that his grandson's head was lowered even more, as if a heavy burden was pressing down on his neck, yet, he didn't mind putting down another straw: "I heard that you were punched in the chest by Mu Jing Yun in nativology? Furthermore, he was questioned by a person called Li Chun and even admitted his wrongs? "

Yang Ou Yu originally wanted to remain silent, but when he secretly raised his head he saw that his grandfather was looking at him. With a face full of anger, he forced himself to say: "Your grandson was indeed wrong, that's why I recognized you. Ever since I was young, you have taught me to know my wrongs and to correct them.

"What a great 'know your wrongs and can change them'." Yang Yan Ling was still smiling, but Huang Baimei's eyebrows were slightly raised. He had been by Emperor's side for many years, and had long learned how to be happy and unable to suppress his anger, and so it could already be considered as his anger. Yang Ou Yu did not move, and also only felt as if he was being pressured by a mountain.

"My Yang son, once bullied by others, he will naturally have to be bullied back. No matter if it's right or wrong, I will not tolerate others trying to take advantage of me."

No matter whether it was right or wrong, the Emperor's favor was enough for Yang Yan Ling to escape from the other party's letters time and time again. As a result, in these past few years, he had been increasingly bold, and did not care about the many nobles and kings at all. Yang Ou Yu raised his head slightly. His eyes were pitch-black, as if he had made a firm decision.

"However," Yang Yan Ling frowned slightly, showing a look of pondering: "That Li Chun's identity is a little strange, it's good to be careful, don't be rash."

"Yes." Even though Yang Ou Yu was unwilling, he would always listen to his grandfather's request and accomplish it. As the only male in the young generation of the clan, he firmly believed that his grandfather would not harm him.

Yang Yan Ling nodded, his expression much calmer than before. "Get up." Yang Ou Yu thought that this matter would end here, but before he left, Yang Yan Ling said casually: "I heard that the nativology has stepped down, the Yang family has an illustrious background, and has never lost to anyone, don't embarrass our Yang family."

"I want you to take the position of Discussion."