In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there was heavy snowfall.
The whole city was covered in silver, with a long string of icicles hanging from the corners of the eaves, and there were bursts of chill.
There are not many pedestrians on the street, not because of the cold weather, monks can use mana to drive out the cold, even ordinary people can go out as long as they wear thicker clothes.
The Qianlong Army has completely surrounded Weiyang City, the Qi Dynasty has completely lost contact with the outside world, the space in all directions has been sealed, and even the teleportation formation has lost its effect.
From time to time on the street, the sonorous and powerful footsteps of soldiers' military boots stepping on the ground can be heard.
If you go out at this time, you are likely to encounter interrogation. The Qi Dynasty's interrogation is quite strict, and if they are not careful, they will be regarded as the secret agents of the Qianlong Army and thrown into prison.
It is said that the cells in Weiyang are already overcrowded.
Located in the west of Weiyang City, there is an elegant and deep academy with a very wide range, and the Qi army is guarding it outside.
This is the Imperial College of the Qi Dynasty.
After the establishment of the dynasty, Zhou Jingtang did not stop, and immediately established many yamen, including three provinces and six ministries, and cabinet ministers and supervisors, all of which were completely modeled on the miniature version of the Dayu court.
Hengyue Academy, which used to be the most prestigious in Weiyang City, was also changed to the Imperial College of the Qi Dynasty.
The children who practiced here in the past were all given the status of supervisors, and had the conditions to be officials in the Qi Dynasty. Although some people complained about the rebellion, many people obediently kept their mouths shut under the generous gifts of the Qi Dynasty.
At this moment, Qi Guozi supervises Chunhuayuan.
Mr. Zhang opened the door and looked at the snow in the sky. A cold breath was blowing on his face, which made him a little more awake.
The bamboo charcoal is burning in the house, and the warmth makes people drowsy.
In today's classroom, there is only one student.
Mr. Zhang Bishop history books, this is a rather boring subject, basically not many students will come.
In the Guozijian, students major in "Tao Jing" and spells. Everything in this world is still respected by strength. Many people come here just to improve their strength.
As for miscellaneous things such as history books, they are just to improve their knowledge, so few people are willing to come.
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At this time z.c o m Zhang Si. He recognized the young man in front of him and would come here almost every time.
Wen Liang stood up, his figure looked quite thin, and the wide Guozijian Confucian robe was put on him, which looked extremely uncoordinated.
"Sir, I'm leaving." Wen Liang saluted Mr. Zhang, turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait." Mr. Zhang suddenly remembered something, took out a bottle of pill from his sleeve, and handed it to Wen Liang: "This is the marrow washing pill issued by the courtyard. It is not very useful to me, so I will give it to you first." .¡±
Wen Liang quickly waved his hand: "Sir, this is too precious."
"You can be regarded as my disciple. You are the only one who has not missed a single lesson in the history of the heavens. You deserve it." Mr. Zhang said softly.
Wen Liang held the elixir, saluted Mr. Zhang repeatedly, and left happily.
After Wen Liang left, the classroom was quiet again.
Make big z.com make owls. But behind Mr. Zhang, there was a black shadow, walking slowly, without any sound of footsteps.
"My lord has given you five days. If you fail to make the Qi army surrender, my lord will personally attack the city." The black shadow made a gloomy voice.
"Five daystoo much. Please report back to Master Lu. Within three days, I will open the gate of Weiyang City to welcome the Qianlong Army into the city."
Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on the palm of his hand.
"The hidden dragon is in the abyss, waiting for the opportunity to move, this is my battlefield."