Chapter 318

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that everyone in the dungeon looked at him with strange eyes.

He looked at everyone blankly, not understanding why they looked at him with such eyes.

And Ying Mo looked at this lean middle-aged man before him.

Looking at his appearance, he looked like someone who would go to work as a long-term laborer for a landlord.

There was no feeling of him being related to the Confucian School at all.

The Confucian School, no matter what, was all about reading poetry and books.

If this man said he was from the Nongjia, someone might believe him.

Seeming to see the disbelief in everyone's eyes, the man was a little anxious.

"I really am from the Confucian School; if you don't believe me, examine me."

"Fine, then which five constants does your Confucian School's Way of Five Constants refer to?"

Ying Mo said indifferently.

"Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust."

The man said without hesitation.

Several people beside him raised their eyebrows in surprise.

"The gentleman is calm and not arrogant..."

"The petty man is arrogant and not calm."

Before Ying Mo could finish the first half of the sentence, the man said the second half without hesitation.

Now everyone believed that this man was from the Confucian School.

"Why would the Confucian School send you to appear here?"

Yuan Zuozong said with a cold expression.

He had always thought that the group of people in the Confucian School would only show off their theories in the court.

Yet he did not expect that the Confucian School would have spies planted in Xianyanggong.

"Gathering information."

The man's eyes turned, and he said immediately.

Looking at his appearance, it was completely inconsistent with the honesty of his image.

"I finally understand, why would the Confucian School choose to let you be a spy?"

A trace of contempt appeared on the corner of Yuan Zuozong's mouth.

Because the Confucian School, among the hundred schools of thought, had too heavy a sect aura.

Those Confucian scholars, as soon as they appeared before people, one knew they were from the Confucian School.

But this man before him did not have the temperament of those Confucian people.

It was as if he were just an ordinary, authentic farmer.

No wonder this person would become a spy for the Confucian School.

Now, except for the person who had already died, only the last person remained who had not stated their identity.

This was a young girl.

A cold expression seemed to hang on the girl's cheek.

She did not feel any fear because of what happened before.

"Kill me."

The girl seemed to notice that everyone's gaze had shifted to her.

A calm voice echoed in the dungeon.

Looking at her appearance, she did not intend to reveal her identity at all.

Ying Mo looked at the girl's face and seemed to think of someone.

"Xiaomeng..."

Upon hearing this name, a trance-like expression appeared on Yuan Zuozong's face beside him.

Because he remembered that this person seemed to have been destroyed along with the Daoist School long ago.

Then he remembered Ying Mo, who seemed not to have killed that young girl at all in the beginning.

But had crippled all her cultivation.

Yuan Zuozong immediately reached out, wanting to grab the girl's neck.

Xiaomeng reacted instinctively, dodging Yuan Zuozong's attack directly.

When she heard this man in black call out her former name, a flash of shock crossed Xiaomeng's face.

She had not expected that even after changing her appearance, these people could still recognize her identity.

When she dodged Yuan Zuozong's attack, she stiffened in place.

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"Young Master."

"She..."

The look of surprise on Yuan Zuozong's face could not be contained.

But Ying Mo just raised his hand gently, and Yuan Zuozong closed his mouth.

"Your martial arts have been crippled."

"I am very curious, what exactly did you do to recover this cultivation?"

Ying Mo's gaze was fixed on Xiaomeng.

His gaze was like an ancient well, carrying a trace of deep light.

He was truly a little curious.

Why could this woman now completely recover the martial arts he had crippled?

Xiaomeng had a cold face.

She had not expected that even after changing her face, these people could still recognize her.

As early as when she was captured, she already knew the identities of these people.

But because of her trust in that person, she felt that it was impossible for these people to guess her identity.

Yet she did not expect the ghost to guess her identity.

"How my cultivation was recovered? That seems to have nothing to do with you."

Xiaomeng said coldly.

"You are courting death."

Even though Xiaomeng had just nimbly dodged Yuan Zuozong's attack,

this time Yuan Zuozong's move was extremely crisp and neat.

The wall behind her caused Xiaomeng's dodging figure to stutter for a moment.

Then, her entire neck was gripped in Yuan Zuozong's hand.

Yuan Zuozong's voice was exceptionally cold, and his face also carried a trace of killing intent.

This woman should have been killed before.

If it weren't for the Young Master's kindness in sparing her life, how could she have been left until now?

To dare to speak to the Young Master in such a tone, she truly did not know what was good for her.

Cough, cough, cough.

Xiaomeng raised a foot and kicked directly at Yuan Zuozong's chest.

Yuan Zuozong's body only shook for a moment, but he did not let go of the hand gripping Xiaomeng's neck at all.

After lasting for a moment.

"Let her go."

Ying Mo's voice slowly sounded.

As soon as Ying Mo's voice fell,

Yuan Zuozong released his hand directly, and Xiaomeng's body slowly went limp against the wall and onto the ground.

Ying Mo approached Xiaomeng step by step, a trace of coldness flashing on the face under the mask.

Before, he had let this person go

entirely because Beimingzi had once said that she did not participate in that matter.

But this person appearing again this time

made Ying Mo also feel that Xiaomeng's appearance carried a trace of suspicion.

If this woman really participated in that matter back then,

regardless of who this woman is working for now,

as long as she participated, she must die today.

"Speak, how exactly was your cultivation recovered?"

Ying Mo's voice was cold, carrying a trace of chill.

Killing intent slowly circled around Xiaomeng.

This aura clearly told Xiaomeng that if she did not tell the truth,

he would probably not hesitate to strike.

Xiaomeng lowered her eyes, keeping her mouth tightly shut, not saying a word.

She had not expected that she would fall into this person's hands again.

She had tried her best not to appear before everyone, and had already abandoned her past identity.

A trace of sadness appeared in Xiaomeng's eyes.

"Kill me or dismember me, do as you please."

She no longer wanted to break free from anything.

With this person's strength, no one could escape from his hands.

Perhaps that person might be able to defeat this person,

but with her current strength, she was far from being this person's opponent.

The killing intent emitted by Ying Mo was like a silver needle, piercing directly toward Xiaomeng.

Xiaomeng immediately let out a scream,

and then began to struggle painfully on the ground.

Ying Mo, as if he had not heard this movement, slowly stood up.

"Take her down."

"Within three days, I want to know the result."

Ying Mo said.

"Yes, Young Master."

Yuan Zuozong said respectfully.

Subsequently, Ying Mo looked at the Nongjia youth from before.

That youth had seen everything Ying Mo had done just now.

Upon feeling Ying Mo's gaze, he shivered all over.

"I have already told you my identity."

The youth said tremblingly.

"Follow me."

After speaking, Ying Mo walked directly toward the outside.

The Nongjia youth, after hesitating for a while, slowly followed behind Ying Mo.

With this person's strength, he simply could not escape.

And the only chance to survive was to comply with this person.

The most critical point was that he did not see any killing intent in this person's eyes.

In the Xianyanggong palace.

Fusu had been busy for so long and finally had some clues.

Xu Da had been following Fusu during this time, helping Fusu handle this matter.

And during this time, he could be considered to have some new views on Young Master Fusu.

He had originally thought Young Master Fusu was only good at maintaining the status quo.

But he also saw other qualities in Fusu that other emperors did not have.

Kindness.

This quality was a good thing for an emperor, but also a bad thing.

"Young Master, the measurement of utensils has already taken shape."

Xu Da looked at the things on the bamboo slips and said to Young Master Fusu.

Fusu rubbed his forehead tiredly and nodded.

"After being busy for so long and eliminating so many plans, there is finally one that has a little possibility."

"I hope Father can agree with this plan of mine."

When saying this, both Fusu and Xu Da's faces showed a trace of expectant joy.

As long as the things they had been busy with during this time could be recognized by Ying Zheng,

that could be considered satisfying for them.

"Chancellor Xu, being able to be so smooth, thanks to you."

Fusu turned his head, looked at Xu Da beside him, and spoke.

Xu Da hurriedly declined.

"Young Master Fusu, you are joking."

"I was sent by the Emperor to assist you, how can I claim this credit?"

A serious look appeared on Xu Da's face.

He was already at a time of establishing his foundation; if he were to boast of his merits before Fusu at this time,

it would probably bury hidden dangers for his future.

Xu Da would not do such a thing that would destroy his own future.

Regarding Fusu's words, he hurriedly refused.

Fusu was slightly stunned, and then began to laugh and say.

"Then I spoke wrongly."

"This time, being able to be so smooth, it is also thanks to Chancellor Xu's help."

Fusu said with a smile.

"This is the duty of a subject; as long as Young Master Fusu is satisfied, as long as the Emperor is satisfied, then the subject is satisfied."

Xu Da bowed slightly.

Fu Nian had just arrived outside Ying Zheng's sleeping quarters when he heard the conversation between these two.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart.

When did this Xu Da emerge and suddenly appear by Fusu's side?

"My Lord, please."

The young eunuch beside him raised his voice slightly.

Fusu and Xu Da both looked toward the door.

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"Teacher, why are you here?"

Fusu saw Fu Nian, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.