In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow falls.
The entire city was covered in silver, with long strings of ice hanging on the corners of the eaves, exuding bursts of chill.
There are not many pedestrians on the street, not because of the cold weather. The monks can use their magic power to drive away the cold. Even mortals can go out as long as they wear thicker clothes.
The Hidden Dragon Army has completely surrounded Weiyang City, the Qi Dynasty has completely lost contact with the outside world, the four directions of space have been sealed, and even the teleportation formation has lost its effect.
From time to time, the sonorous and powerful footsteps of soldiers' boots on the ground could be heard on the street.
If you go out at this time, you are likely to encounter an interrogation. The Qi Dynasty's interrogations are very strict, and if you are not careful, you will be regarded as a spy of the Qianlong Army and thrown into prison.
It is said that the cells in Weiyang are now overcrowded.
Located due west of Weiyang City, there is an elegant and profound academy with a very wide area, and there are Qi troops guarding it outside.
This is the Imperial College of the Qi Dynasty.
After the establishment of the dynasty, Zhou Jing and Tang Dynasty worked non-stop and immediately established many yamen, three provinces and six ministries, as well as cabinet ministers and supervisors, which were completely modeled on the miniature version of the Dayu court.
Hengyue Academy, which was once the most prestigious in Weiyang City, was also changed to the Imperial Academy of the Qi Dynasty.
The disciples who used to practice here were all given the status of supervisors and had the conditions to serve as officials in the Qi Dynasty. Although some people complained about rebellion, many of them closed their doors obediently under the generous gifts from the Qi Dynasty.
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At this moment, Qi Guozijian Chunhua Garden.
Mr. Zhang opened the door and looked at the falling snow in the sky. A cold breath blew on his face, making him sober up a little.
The bamboo charcoal is burning brightly in the house, and the warmth makes people drowsy.
There is only one student in the classroom today.
Mr. Zhang teaches history books, which is a very boring subject and basically not many students take it.
In the Imperial Academy, students majored in "Tao Jing" and magic. Everything in this world was still based on strength. Many people came here just to improve their strength.
As for history books and other miscellaneous things, they are just for improving one's knowledge, so few people are willing to come.
"Wen Liang, your classwork is over, you can go back." Mr. Zhang said.
He recognized the young man in front of him and would come here almost every time.
Wen Liang stood up. His figure looked quite small, and the large Imperial Confucian robe put on him looked extremely uncoordinated.
"Sir, I take my leave." Wen Liang saluted Mr. Zhang and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute." Mr. Zhang suddenly remembered something, took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve and gave it to Wen Liang: "This is the marrow-cleansing elixir issued by the hospital. It is of little use to me, so I will give it to you first.
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Wen Liang waved his hand quickly: "Sir, this is too expensive."
"You can be considered my disciple. You are the only one who has not missed a lesson in the history of heaven. This is what you deserve." Mr. Zhang said softly.
Wen Liang held the elixir in his hands, saluted Mr. Zhang again and again, and left happily.
After Wen Liang left, the classroom returned to silence.
But behind Mr. Zhang, a dark shadow floated up, walking slowly without any sound of footsteps.
"My lord has given you five days. If you cannot get the Qi army to surrender, my lord will attack the city personally." The black figure made a gloomy voice.
"Five days... is too many. Please report back to Mr. Lu. Within three days, I will open the gates of Weiyang City to welcome the Qianlong Army into the city."
Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on his hand.
"The dragon lurks in the abyss, waiting for an opportunity to strike. This is my battlefield."