“…”

The young master was completely convinced by Li Xiaobai's mouth, and he turned his situation upside down with just one quick and easy sentence.

One of them beats more than 600, and those more than 600 were not only slandered, but they didn't even dare to have any temper when they were dealt with, but they dared to complain afterwards. Are you embarrassed?

How thick-skinned is this!

If the gentleman's words were spread, the Rong people would have to throw their faces from Lake Baikal to the East China Sea.

"Sir! There are discussions in the court now that you want to deal with sir. You can't ignore the past and the future again!"

The young master Deng Fei was really afraid of Xiaobai's ability to cause trouble. He could make the court messy when walking on the streets. It seemed that before he cleaned up the Fengxuan Kingdom envoy, there was also the Royal Secret Love Department, which was a criminal record.

What a lawless gentleman!

"Everyone said that those in the court may be wronged if they kill one by one, but there will definitely be people who miss the net through the killing. If you are cowardly and make others cowardly, your backbone will be broken. So sooner or later, the Great Wu Dynasty will be over!"

Li Xiaobai is simply a lawless person, and he sneered at it indifferently.

He was a white man, and the big guy in the court would be too idle and he would cause trouble for him.

In fact, this is true. Although he expressed verbal criticism of Li Xiaobai's behavior of dealing with the Rong people, none of them actually took actual actions.

A guy who bullies more than 600 years old, what if he asks the other party to come to his house, he really thinks he is more awesome than the Royal Secret Love Department?!

"Sir, don't say it!"

The young master was extremely anxious. He happened to see a figure stepping into the study.

"Haha, I'm late, I'm sorry for my sins. What are you talking about just now? What pills? Is it a fairy pill?"

Mr. Zhou, who walked in with a smile, only heard a tail.

"Old Zhou!"

"Uncle Shi!"

Li Xiaobai and his young master Deng Fei saluted together.

Regardless of the young master's repeated hints, Li Xiaobai said: "I just said that if the Dawu Dynasty has no backbone, it will be over sooner or later!"

"Uncle Shi, sir, that's not what he meant..."

The young master wanted to cover up Li Xiaobai's bold statements, but Old Zhou raised his hand and interrupted him.

"You are right. If a person loses his backbone, how can he stand up in this world with his head held high and his chest? Even people are like this, let alone the country, and the gentleman is very insightful!"

Mr. Zhou did not seem to be angry, but instead smiled and agreed with Li Xiaobai's words.

The Dawu Dynasty was wiped out by the other party almost a hundred times, and it seemed nothing more than a single one.

"Let you study hard, don't pretend to understand, and be swaying from half a bucket of water!"

Li Xiaobai was not angry and taught a lesson to the young master who was worried about nothing.

"Yes, sir!"

Deng Fei had to admit his mistake with a wry smile. How big the person is, he is so unscrupulous.

However, Uncle Zhou Shi's attitude made him completely relieved, but he was still a little worried that his husband would be so arrogant that he might cause more trouble or even disasters in the future.

Having said that, at the feet of the emperor, what other disasters can be compared to rebellion?

"Qingyao, bring my customized calendar!"

Before class, Li Xiaobai waved to the witch who was pretending to be a fake sample of snacks.

Two rolled-up Yin-Yang Gregorian calendars were sent to the young master and Zhou, and the old and the young gradually unfolded.

Twelve large sheets of paper with white space on top and grids painted below. The head of the table is the month. The big characters in each grid are dates, and the small characters are the heavenly stems and earthly branches and the twenty-two-byte dynasties.

What's even more different is that the first column of the table actually has week, Monday, Tuesday, and Saturday and Sunday with red letters.

These two calendars were written by the butler Li Wushuang, and their handwriting was also from the Wushuang butler. They were quite well-behaved and quite cool.

"Monday, Tuesday, what do these mean?"

The Yin-Yang Calendar is easy to understand, both the official and the people are used to it. However, the young master Deng Fei cannot understand the new terms that seem to be regular, and there are still seven.

However, Mr. Zhou, who also got a calendar, suddenly laughed.

"Huh? I used Xuanyuan Li, um! Very good! Very good!"

The old man seemed very satisfied with this design, after all, his surname is Zhou!

"Teaching Monday to Friday, and closure on Saturday and Sunday! That's it!"

Li Xiaobai explained that tomorrow is Saturday, so that this stupid child would not wait for a while.

"Sir tomorrow?"

Deng Fei finally reacted.

"There will be a lot of homework?"

Li Xiaobai smiled like a big bad wolf.

The heavy schoolbag, the endless homework, the bright red fifty-nine points failed, have always been the three mountains above the children's heads, and the revolution is not easy to work.

The young master's face immediately turned like earth!

Even though I used a hot egg to compress it for a long time, the panda eyes that I had not slept all night still did not fade much.

At this moment, it made him look like a depressed panda.

"Submit your homework yesterday!"

Li Xiaobai stretched out his hand to the other party, and his voice was like a death urging him!

“Yes, yes!”

Deng Fei respectfully handed over the homework assigned yesterday.

Ten thousand words are already thick, and they are very tight. If they are published into a book, they may not be inferior to the famous works of the sages of all dynasties.

"Well, I'll give you a review tomorrow, no, next Monday!"

Li Xiaobai never thought that he would spend all afternoon on this stack of paper, and hand it over to Qingyao to put it away, and turn it back to the kitchen as firewood, so he can't waste it.

The storage space of the demon clan is really very useful.

Xiaobai seemed to treat the witch as a secretary. He had something to do, but he had nothing to do... Cough cough, this is too heavy, he is not really Xu Xian, so hungry.

The young master lowered his eyebrows and replied: "Yes! Sir!"

Li Xiaobai picked up the stone pen and wrote two words on the black lacquered wooden board, and then entered the lecture state.

"Today's academic work is to plot rebellion! First of all, I have to say one person, that is, Wang Mang, who successfully took office in Xuanyuan Li in 2706. He did not launch and lead a bottom-up revolution, but changed the Han Dynasty to a new one in the court. However, if it was just like this, it would not be called rebellion. At most it was usurping the throne. The governance of this new dynasty emperor was completely different from that of the Han emperors of all dynasties. The land revolution, monetary reform, centralization, tax reform, salt and iron and other state monopoly, had a fierce conflict with the old interests, laying the groundwork for the subsequent chaos in the world. Let's talk about this land revolution first..."

The young master Deng Fei was stunned when he heard this. The general Wang Mang of the history books commented that he had been infamous for thousands of years. Why did he become the sage king who benefited the country and the people?

This way, she took off the cocoon, contrasted and turned over and over, and completely analyzed Wang Mang, who was planning to usurp the throne. If this new dynasty emperor could have a spirit underground, he would definitely be resurrected from the dead. He grabbed Li Xiaobai tightly and cried bitterly. Boya did not meet Ziqi and was born at the right time.

Most of the classmate Xiaobai will scream and scream, "Heaven Master, come quickly, there are rice dumplings! There are rice dumplings!

"...But don't look at Wang Mang's successful rebellion. He also paid a huge price. First of all, his foundation is unstable and he did not make up his mind to eliminate hidden dangers. Secondly, he killed his son with his own hands and refused to recognize his six emotions. As the saying goes, "A tiger will not eat his son. In order to make rebellion, he personally ordered his eldest son to be killed with poisoned wine, but just to preserve his reputation. Since ancient times, he has been the most ruthless emperor's heart. For the emperor, his family is just a symbol, a tool, a transactional goods, and a victim, because his power overrides everything. This is the price that he must pay if he wants to own these."

Li Xiaobai's voice fell, and the young master Deng Fei was no longer looking at him and his whole body was trembling. Even Mr. Zhou clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing.

Fortunately, the people outside had already withdrawn and only two or three kittens were left. Maybe swords and swords were already coming out now and Xiaobai was dragged out to the rightful punishment.

The emperor scolded the emperor for being ruthless, isn’t this seeking death!

"shut up!"

Deng Fei finally couldn't help it. He realized how terrible the lessons taught by this gentleman were. Even just one word of the word could make people die without a place to die.

There has been no such subject since ancient times. No wonder it is not recorded in the dictionary. No matter which emperor knows, the first idea is to burn books and bury scholars. It seems that such a thing has happened once in history.

In the heart of the young master, the gentleman was looking at him with a smile, and without any awareness, he stepped backwards to the burning fire pit, getting closer and closer, and could fall into it at any time, without any bones.
Chapter completed!