Chapter 1942

Han Lin Academy.

Half an hour ago.

The place that used to be for high-minded discussions and bold words was now dead and silent.

The Han Lin scholars were either sitting blankly or lowering their heads to stare at the sage books before them, not having turned a page for a long time.

The air was heavy, as if it could be wrung out like water.

Huang Zhizhan looked puzzled, his eyes faintly red, and came to Chi Potian's side.

"Brother Chi, why did the great Prime Minister Gao resign for no reason?"

"Our Great Qian is clearly in the midst of rising, the Xiongnu are about to be destroyed, the great cause is about to be achieved, and we are about to vie for the hegemony of the world, but... why is this?"

"I can't figure it out, and I... I really find it hard to accept."

After Huang Zhizhan finished speaking.

Lin Shuhan and Chen Wanjuan, who were on the side, also looked at Chi Potian in unison.

They also had faces full of exhaustion, their eyes bloodshot from not sleeping for a long time.

Chi Potian held a scroll of sage books, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

He slowly shook his head, his voice low and suppressed.

"Prime Minister Gao's thoughts... are not something we can fathom, but with Gao Yang's character, there must be his reasons."

Chi Potian thought of the four great gifts from the Xiongnu Great Chanyu, thought of the merit being so high that it overshadowed the master, and the birds being finished, the bow being hidden, but ultimately did not speak it out loud.

The pent-up frustration in Lin Shuhan's heart made him unable to help but smash his fist on the table.

His voice was low, "But without Prime Minister Gao, who will block the Xiongnu iron hooves?"

"Who will plan for the welfare of the people of the world?"

"What should our Great Qian do?"

"Prime Minister Gao, why did you abandon us and leave!"

These three sentences were like sharp arrows, fiercely piercing into the hearts of the Han Lin scholars.

For a time.

The silence in the courtyard became even deeper, and one could hear a pin drop.

Just at this moment.

Outside the Han Lin Academy.

An old man with a withered face and white hair walked in.

As soon as he saw the dead silence in the Han Lin Academy, he immediately scolded.

"A dignified Han Lin Academy, the place where our Great Qian's culture gathers and the pillar of the middle stream, look at you all, one by one like mourning parents, soul-lost! Where is there even half a bone of a scholar left?!"

"Just for an arrogant, conceited, power-hungry, and reckless person who has no respect for superiors, no righteousness in his heart, and brought this upon himself?"

"You are all so soul-lost? Simply absurd, foolish beyond compare!"

When the Han Lin scholars heard this, they first raised their heads in anger, but the moment they saw the old man, they hurriedly lowered their heads, forcibly suppressing the anger and unwillingness in their hearts, and bowed respectfully.

"Master."

"Master."

The old man before them naturally had an extraordinary status; his name was Su Wenling, a world-renowned great Confucian, half-teacher to Wu Zhao, and the Han Lin Grand Scholar personally appointed by Wu Zhao!

Therefore, even if the Han Lin scholars wanted to speak out in rebuttal, they could only endure it.

Even Lin Shuhan, Chen Wanjuan, Huang Zhizhan, and others who had just spoken hurriedly stood up to bow.

But among the crowd, there was only one outlier.

He remained unmoved, did not stand up, but just sat quietly, looking directly at the direction where Su Wenling was.

This person was none other than Chi Potian!

Coincidentally.

Su Wenling also swept his gaze over, and his old eyes fell on Chi Potian.

Yo, there's still a thorn!

Su Wenling narrowed his eyes, becoming interested.

A new official takes three fires; he was just worrying that he had nowhere to vent his fire!

"Oh? Everyone stands, only you sit alone; it seems you have... quite a disagreement with what I said?"

"If you are not convinced, you can say it to my face!"

Su Wenling asked with a smile.

But the chill in his voice was self-evident.

"Brother Chi, calm down!"

"This is Grand Scholar Su, the person in charge of the Han Lin Academy; if you offend him, you won't be able to move an inch in the Han Lin Academy in the future!"

Huang Zhizhan lowered his voice and shouted at Chi Potian.

Chen Wanjuan and the others even pulled on Chi Potian's clothes, wanting him to stand up and lower his head.

Chi Potian remained unmoved.

He just stared quietly at the direction where Su Wenling was.

But in his heart, a nameless fire rose from his tailbone, all the way up, straight to the top of his head!

Brought it upon himself?

Arrogant and conceited?

Reckless person?

Chi Potian heard these words and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Su Wenling was the Grand Scholar of the Han Lin Academy, the person with the highest status in this Han Lin Academy; this was true.

Ordinary people feared him, dreaded him, and needed to fawn over him in every way.

But he, Chi Potian, didn't give a damn!

I, Chi Potian, have eaten shit and drunk dung soup in front of the thousands of people of Changancheng, you bastard!

Wanting to use him to establish authority!

Wanting to use Prime Minister Gao's glorious name as a stepping stone?

Chi Potian suddenly grinned and laughed silently.

He stood up bit by bit, his movements extremely slow.

Huang Zhizhan, Chen Wanjuan, and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Wenling also smiled.

He thought, what kind of hard bone was he?

He shook his head with a smile.

But just at this moment, Chi Potian's voice sounded, not a bow, but—

"Your mother's slave!"

"You old person who doesn't die is a thief, wearing a monkey's hat and knowing no shame, you old coffin-board who even dogs won't eat the meat of, are you worthy of discussing Prime Minister Gao?"