Chapter 144 Thinking of a Group of People

It was impossible for Li Motang to catch up with him. Huang Feng estimated that she would not be angry for a while, so she ran away quickly.

It was not until half a day later that Huang Feng slowed down and joined the people behind him.

As expected, his anger had almost subsided by now. Li Motang gave him a fierce look but did not attack.

Nothing happened along the way. They arrived near Yunlu Academy. The surrounding scenery was beautiful. Yu Zirun pointed to a waterfall and said, "The academy is there."

There was a lake on the waterfall, and an arch bridge appeared on the lake. The Yunlu Academy opposite was much simpler than expected, with fence walls and mud-brick houses.

"The teacher said that the first dean of the academy fell in love with this place at first sight. The academy was built here, implying that students would go upstream along the waterfall, cross the fairy bridge, and become saints through reading." When Yu Zirun said this, his eyes showed yearning.

There was no one guarding the gate of the academy, and the sound of reading words came.

On the grass, a circle of children were sitting around, and a teacher was teaching them to read.

"They are all junior brothers who have spiritual roots and are in the elementary school stage." Yu Zirun introduced them while waving to the teacher.

"Recite what you just learned ten times together." The teacher walked towards them after giving instructions to the children, "Youqing, you are back, who are these people?"

Yu Zirun introduced them one by one: "Oh, they are the two princes Changning and Anyang, this is Miss Xiaonuan, and this is Brother Huang Feng, they are here to see the teacher."

"I am sorry." The teacher saluted upon hearing this, and then said to Yu Zirun, "The dean is drinking tea and playing chess with others at the top of the peak, and the others are reciting poems and discussing knowledge in the pavilion halfway up the mountain."

"I know, thank you, senior brother."

After learning the situation, Yu Zirun took them to the academy.

Not long after walking, Huang Feng found that the Yunlu Academy was simple, but the scenery was not simple at all.

Deep in the mountains, the mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

There are several peaks in the back mountain, one higher than the other. Climbing up the steps, the mountain breeze blows gently, making people feel magnificent.

Li Yixuan saw this scene for the first time, and her emotions were surging. Zhaoyang was prosperous and full of fireworks. Although the back garden of the palace was exquisite and beautiful, it was only exquisite compared to what was in front of her.

Huang Feng saw Li Yixuan's expression and knew that this girl was destined to be a bird out of the cage and would never be willing to be confined in the cage again.

Yu Zirun blew a whistle, and a magpie flew over from the mountain.

This magpie was not the common black back and white belly with blue wings, but a gorgeous red plum color, with lively eyes and lovely.

Li Yixuan saw it, exclaimed, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but the magpie showed a look of disgust, jumped lightly with its legs, and even did not move its wings, and dodged and landed on Huang Feng's shoulder.

"Hate...hate me?" Li Yixuan's eyes widened, "I'm a princess, okay!"

The magpie ignored him and bounced on Huang Feng's shoulder, very intimate.

Li Yixuan said angrily: "It's obviously a female at first glance!"

"It is indeed a female bird." Yu Zirun smiled, took out a pen and paper from the bookcase, and explained while writing, "The teacher is playing chess with someone on the top of the peak. It is inconvenient to disturb him rashly. I will inform the teacher first. Please wait for a while, Your Highnesses."

Huang Feng and Li Motang looked at each other and guessed that the person playing chess with the dean of Yunlu Academy was most likely Gong Yangyong, the lord of Yunzhong City.

"It doesn't matter, we'll just wait." Li Motang said.

After Yu Zirun finished writing, the magpie reluctantly left Huang Feng's shoulder, grabbed the handwritten letter, and flapped its wings to fly towards the farthest and highest peak.

"I'll take you to the half-mountain pavilion first. The other brothers and sisters in the academy should be there." Yu Zirun invited enthusiastically.

A visitor is a guest, Li Motang did not refuse and continued to climb the mountain with Yu Zirun.

The pavilion on the hillside is not a pavilion, but a place where the sea of ​​clouds is level. A stone platform is protruding from the hillside, which is like a shallow beach. Looking at the rolling clouds from the stone platform, it is inevitable that there are ups and downs in the heart.

When Yu Zirun took them to the stage, a group of people were discussing poetry and songs.

Seeing Yu Zirun bringing people to the pavilion on the hillside, Huang Feng asked in confusion: "Youqing, who did you bring?"

Yu Zirun introduced them again, but this time, Huang Feng found that the group of scholars in the pavilion on the hillside treated Li Motang and Li Yixuan, although they did not appear to be rude, but they were far less respectful than the teacher at the foot of the mountain.

Li Motang knew that many people in Xianmen Academy were very noble, and Yu Zirun was an exception, otherwise her teacher Nangong Xiu would not leave.

She didn't really care about it, but she didn't expect someone in the crowd to suddenly say, "This year, Ganzhou suffered a severe drought, but the prefecture didn't open the granary to release grain, causing refugees everywhere. I dare to ask Your Highness, why is this?"

Li Motang said calmly, "Ganzhou has suffered from drought for years, and has been exempted from taxes for five years. The granary of the prefecture has long been empty. The grain released in previous years was already allocated from other prefectures.

It is true that the drought in Ganzhou is more serious this year, but the Fenzhou flood, other places also have different degrees of drought and flood disasters, so the grain support to Ganzhou is much less than in the past."

The man snorted, "But I heard that the people of Zhaoyang are well-fed and well-clothed."

Li Motang frowned, "I don't understand what you mean. Zhaoyang has long opened its granaries to transport grain to various prefectures."

The man said calmly: "Can't we give more? The people of Zhaoyang live so well. It shouldn't be difficult to ask each family to give some money."

As soon as this topic started, a group of people started talking at once.

"Yes, a few days ago, Bianzhou also encountered a flood. In my opinion, a dam should be built."

"Also, there has been no war at the border for years, and the foreign races have long been scared. Why not cut military spending, let the soldiers return to the fields, and reclaim a few more acres of land, so that there can be more food."

Li Motang was fine, but Li Yixuan on the side was anxious: "What do you know? Bianzhou is at the source. If we block the water and build a dam, what should we do with the downstream?"

"Ha, in my opinion, we can expand the channels and divert the water."

"Let the people downstream move to the upstream!"

"Forgive me for being frank, but there are many loopholes in Daxia's ability to govern now."

"You..." Li Yixuan wanted to argue again, but was stopped by Li Motang.

Huang Feng couldn't hold it back any longer: "Puff!"

The laughter was a little loud, and a group of people looked over. Huang Feng noticed it and said quickly: "Sorry, I suddenly thought of some people and couldn't help it. You guys continue, continue."

The excitement was slightly dissipated by his stirring. Although as disciples of the Xianmen Academy, they didn't need to be servile in front of the princess, they couldn't be too much.

And after the accusations, they felt that they had won.

Yu Zirun was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Xiao Nuan asked Huang Feng curiously: "Mr. Huang, who did you think of?"

"A group of brainless key cultivators." Huang Feng finished speaking and saw Li Motang glaring at him, as if he was annoyed that he stood on the side of this group of scholars.

He quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, this key is not that sword, I'm not talking about you!"