Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

When Jiang Li saw him talking non-stop, especially portraying himself as the victim, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It is said that monks don't tell lies, but these monks were lying without blinking an eye.

Okay, very good. Since you dare to come and cause trouble at this time, don't blame her for being rude. It's really disgusting to encounter bad things before the wedding.

"Father, please listen first. I'll go get some fun things."

Wuyou had a bad feeling when he heard her say that, and hurriedly said, "Princess, don't worry. It's not too late to listen to it first. Besides, if the book is really not the princess's, we just need to verify the handwriting."

Jiang Li said calmly, "Okay, let's check it, but I'll check the handwriting, and Master Wuchen will also have his body checked. It's written in the notebook that Master Wuchen has a red crescent birthmark on his butt."

"I'm very curious, is it true? If so, why does the person who wrote the story know so much about your Wuliang Temple? That can only mean one thing, your temple is full of homosexuals, it's a mess."

"...!"

"Okay, you guys continue. I'll get some things and be back soon. Master, don't worry, I will never run away. I'm an innocent victim in this matter and there's no reason for me to run away."

Wu Chen gritted his teeth and stared at her with resentment: "You, you are lying."

Jiang Li spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "Whether it is true or not, time will tell. Master, there is no need to be so anxious. People know right from wrong. It is useless to quibble."

"Oh, I was talking about myself, not the master. Don't take it personally. Return the gift immediately. Wait for me."

a moment later

Jiang Li came in with something and placed the storybook in front of Emperor Ming, his face full of sadness: "Father, you are my biological father, how could you not understand me? This storybook is not something I could have written."

"Come, you will understand from the handwriting. I can't even read, so how can I write it? Of course, this master will say that it must have been written by Yuan. It doesn't matter. We can just find someone to confront him face to face."

Haha, A Yuan knows several fonts. Even if you call someone here, it will be impossible to figure it out. In the end you will just suffer in silence. How stupid.

You actually thought that you could control her by coming to see the emperor. How ridiculous! You came here and wanted to leave with a clean record? That's impossible. Since this matter is public opinion, I'll just find an opportunity to confirm it so that you won't be able to explain yourself.

Emperor Ming looked confused. What on earth is this?

He flipped it open and took a look. When he saw clearly what was drawn on it, his eyes widened a little, and his cloudy eyes were full of shock, as if he had seen something that he could not understand at all.

He raised his head and looked down, his eyes became more and more strange, and his thoughts couldn't help but go astray. The person in the painting really looked like Master Wu Chen, and one could tell who it was at a glance.

Wuyou frowned, stretched out his hand and said, "Princess, could you please let me have a look at this book so that I can find out what is going on here as soon as possible. After this matter is resolved, we can talk about this year's tribute."

Jiang Li frowned and looked at Emperor Ming: "Father, what does the master mean by annual tribute? If there is a venerable in Qi State, we don't need to send annual tribute to the temple, right? Do we have to send a separate tribute to Wuliang Temple?"

Seeing him nod, his expression suddenly fell: "So I am a venerable, but it is useless to Wuliang Temple. We still have to pay tribute to them, right? So that's how it is. With all these layers of exploitation, it's no wonder that Qi State is so weak."

"…Hey, this is a rule that has been set long ago. When choosing a day, they have to have their fortune told on the day of offering sacrifices to the heavens, so as not to offend the heavens."

Emperor Ming exhaled and said quietly, "Li'er, the annual tribute is not much. Other countries all pay. We can't not pay. It will give others something to talk about. In the future, it will have a bad impact on the reputation of Qi State."

Jiang Li curled his lips and said unhappily, "Father, tell me the truth. You used to pay tribute honestly. If you really encounter important events like ancestor worship or heaven worship, can you invite people to come?"

"...Please don't move. Only Master Wuyou came last year."

"So they only take in but never give out, or they still look down on Qi State. Since they have been collecting annual tribute, why didn't they come here in the past? They just take in things without doing any work. Master Wuyou, don't you plan to explain a little?"

Wuyou saw that the matter was getting off track and a look of compassion appeared on his face.

He said softly, "Princess, we are getting off topic. Let's finish the matter first and then talk about the annual tribute. What do you think?"

Jiang Li felt his fist itching when he heard him say that. This guy was such a smiling tiger and shameless thing. Why didn't I kill him last time so that he wouldn't have to jump around here.

Humph, Qi State is so weak already, yet they still come here to suck our blood. Damn it.

With a cold face, he said, "Okay, then let's find out. Then let's talk about the annual tribute. Someone, go and invite the young general. Don't forget to invite the eldest son as well."

Jiang Li looked down with a half-smile, and said word by word: "When we went to Yu Country before, there were only three of us. It would be okay to call them all to confront each other, so as to avoid other misunderstandings. Master Wuyou thinks it's not right."

Wuyou's lips slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Of course, the princess has thought of everything very carefully."

An unknown amount of time had passed before Mo Jue and Mo Yuan walked into the hall. The three of them looked at each other, exchanged glances, and understood each other.

Emperor Ming raised his hand and said, "Well, both of you, please stand up. Master, please come over here. Since we are going to confront each other, let's check the handwriting first. After that, it will be Master Wuchen's turn to check the body."

Wu Chen's face was somewhat grim, and he refused directly: "No, I have become a monk and my six senses are pure. How can I take off my clothes for a body inspection? This is an insult. Does Emperor Ming really want to do this?"

"Master, why are you angry? Since we are in a confrontation, we must have requirements for both sides. We cannot just target my daughter. Li'er is also a princess after all. This is also a humiliation for her."

"I hope the master can understand the principle of not doing to others what you do not want others to do to you. Now that the fight has begun, both parties must follow suit. There is no reason to just follow your instructions."

Humph, Li'er has some truth in what he said. These bald donkeys used to act so high and mighty. Even if the annual tribute was not much, that was relative speaking. After all, it was given away for free.

How could he not feel sad? If he was given the money, he had to do it. If he didn't, it would be a failure. Since they had come to him, there was no reason to let them go. No matter who was right or wrong, in Qi State, Li'er being bullied was a slap in the face of him as a father.

A stick of incense passed

Emperor Ming's face darkened. "Master, the facts are here. I don't need to say anything more. It's Master's turn now. Someone, take Master down for a body examination. This matter ends here."

Wu Chen looked at the eunuch who was approaching, his eyes full of disgust, and slapped him away with a palm, snorting coldly: "No, there is something wrong here. Why should this elder be humiliated like this? It is too rude for Qiguo to do this."