This villain has become a ghost

"...What is your Royal Brother discussing with the Imperial Master?"

Just when Ling Chaomian was about to ask more questions, Nangong Qianshang's gentle voice with a hint of laughter sounded. He was dressed in plain clothes, his eyes were like autumn water, and he walked towards him slowly with a bit of spring tenderness.

Ling Chaomian immediately straightened his mind, feeling a little embarrassed to be so presumptuous, and nodded slightly:

"Your Highness King Xuan."

"Greetings, my brother," Nangong Qianshang saluted Nangong Mingzhu first, then bowed, "Greetings, Imperial Master."

Ling Chaomian answered his previous question, saying seriously, "It's not a discussion, but your royal brother is insulting me. Prince Xuan's arrival is just the right time for His Majesty to insult you as well."

Nangong Qianshang smiled and said:

"Your Majesty and the Imperial Master are in good spirits."

Nangong Mingzhu glanced at Ling Chaomian, ignored him, and turned his gaze to Nangong Qianshang, waiting quietly.

Nangong Qianshang had something important to say. He bowed slightly and solemnly reported to Nangong Mingzhu:

"Brother Your Majesty, I have come here to discuss the Spring Examination next month. I have already instructed the Ministry of Rites to prepare in advance."

"In previous years, only students of the Imperial College and candidates who had passed the imperial examination could participate. Following last year's reforms, the system will remain the same this year. With the increase in local schools and the popularization of the compulsory education you mentioned, all places with students can participate in the imperial examination..."

"I have personally supervised the expansion of the Imperial Examination Hall. The National Central University is still under planning and implementation, which will take some time..."

Nangong Qianshang reported all the important matters to Nangong Mingzhu one by one, no matter how big or small.

It can be seen that he is indeed very reliable, Ling Chaomian thought.

Nangong Mingzhu seemed to be lost in thought.

It seems that everything is going on in an orderly manner.

While the concepts and systems proposed by Yue Liuyun are good, they will take time to implement, and may take many years to truly succeed. We are still in the early stages of change, so we need to be cautious and reasonable, and not rush into anything...

The afterglow on the lake gradually dissipated, and under the shadow of a flying goose, the sky was getting dark and gradually became hazy.

Nangong Mingzhu and Nangong Qianshang were discussing political affairs, while Ling Chaomian was sitting bored on a stone bench, staring blankly at the willow branches sprouting by the palace wall opposite the bridge corridor.

To be honest, these two people's voices were so nice that he felt a little sleepy...

Ling Chaomian's upper and lower eyelids began to fight each other. He yawned and was about to leave, letting the two people continue their discussion.

But unexpectedly, suddenly, a familiar black shadow jumped down from the palace wall and fell beside the wall. Ling Chaomian had excellent eyesight and his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness Prince Xuan, could you please pause for a moment..."

Ling Chaomian said in a deep voice.

He was the first to run to the other side along the bridge corridor, followed closely by Nangong Mingzhu and Nangong Qianshang.

Feng Ning was covered in blood, supporting his body with a sword. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and his arms and thighs were covered with hideous wounds.

He seemed to be about to faint, and squeezed out a line of words from between his teeth, saying:

"The training ground is surrounded by mountains. Miss Yue and Marquis Wu'an are in danger..."

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The light gradually dimmed, and the howling of wolves could be heard from all directions, echoing in the empty valley, seeming particularly desolate and eerie.

Song Zhiyi listened to the source of the sound, frowned, pulled Yue Liuyun, who was running out of breath, and said in a deep voice:

"Oh no! The wolves must have surrounded us. We can't escape..."

Yue Liuyun's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Since there are ferocious beasts all around, Feng Ning might be in danger, and no one is likely to know about Coach Han's incident...

This is trouble.

After a moment, there was a slight movement in the grass. Several wolves crouched low, with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes. They howled at the two men, revealing their sharp white fangs.

Yue Liuyun and Song Zhiyi stood back to back, vigilantly paying attention to the movements around them.

This was just the vanguard wolf. A large number of wolves should be behind them, approaching them at a very fast speed. The fishy and unpleasant smell was getting stronger and stronger.

The wolves gradually closed in on them, closing in. Suddenly, a gigantic wolf king emerged from the woods, opening his mouth and letting out a deep growl, perhaps issuing some sort of order.

Song Zhiyi gripped his spear tightly, staring at the wolves without blinking. Yue Liuyun drew his bloodied sword, his mind tense and sweat dripping down his back.

The next second, several wolves pounced on them fiercely.

Yue Liuyun gritted his teeth and swung his sword to chop at the wolves that were rushing towards him, while Song Zhiyi used his spear to pierce several wolves on the other side. His movements were swift and fierce, and several corpses lay on the ground.

The wolf king seemed to see who was weaker between the two. He seized the opportunity, suddenly jumped up, and rushed straight towards Yue Liuyun.

Yue Liuyun dodged to the side, but it was still too slow. The wolf king's claws grazed her arm, leaving several deep scars.

Blood gushed out, Yue Liuyun clenched his teeth in pain, and tears filled his eyes.

Song Zhiyi took advantage of the situation and stabbed the wolf king in the abdomen. The wolf king roared and nimbly avoided the attack.

The wolf king stared at Song Zhiyi fiercely, its fur standing on end and hot air coming out of its mouth.

Perhaps the smell of blood excited the wolves, and their attacks became more ferocious. Song Zhiyi did not slow down his gun, but the overwhelming attack left both of them with wounds on their arms and calves.

Yue Liuyun endured the severe pain and thought.

Wolves can run at speeds of up to 55 kilometers per hour, while professional athletes can run at speeds of up to 10 meters per second, or about 36 kilometers per hour. Wolves can run much faster than humans.

So, they definitely can't escape.

If you want to have a chance of survival, you have to kill them all.

After experiencing severe pain, dripping blood, cruel and brutal scenes too many times, it seemed to slowly awaken the most primitive potential murderous intent in her heart.

...As children of nature, although humans are gradually restrained by rules and civilization, they still have a latent desire to kill.

Yue Liuyun held the sword tightly to prevent it from falling from her hand, and tried her best to pierce the bodies of the wolves that followed one after another. The blood had already soaked her dress.

She felt dizzy and her body was at the end of its strength, but she still gritted her teeth and held on.

Perhaps only by breaking through this limit can she truly break away from the word "weak". She doesn't want to be a weak person, nor does she want to be a burden.

"... Miss Yue, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, where's the General?"

"Don't worry," Song Zhiyi took a deep breath, his cold eyes dyed red, and his tone was filled with a long-lost meaning. He said, "...this kind of fighting is the most suitable breeding ground for me to survive."

six.

Sure enough, the physical and mental qualities of professional players are different.

The sunlight has completely disappeared and the entire mountain is shrouded in darkness.

In the midst of the crazy and desperate fight, Yue Liuyun vaguely heard the sound of horses neighing not far away.