Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

  Chapter 318 There is a country and a teacher's life 28

  King An successfully ascended the throne and the world changed hands.

  Amnesty to the world, the enthronement ceremony of King An Qili was presided over by Meng Li.

  As usual, she wants to pray to heaven.

  Meng Li walked through the process step by step, Qi Li wore a dragon robe, full of spirit and ambition.

  Meng Li was wearing a national uniform, heavy and cumbersome, looking at Qi Li.

  Now he has long since faded away from the somewhat childish appearance at the time. When he looks at people, he has his own aura, which shows his scheming.

  This is a path that must be taken, and it is bound to change.

  As for the previous emperor, Qi Li did not kill him and imprisoned him in the palace with the concubines.

  As for what Qi Li plans to do in the future, Meng Li has no interest.

  But if you want to come to Qi Li, you won’t be able to kill him brightly. It’s a job to save face. At this time, it’s not good to see blood.

  Qi Li became the emperor, and remembered that it was Meng Li who said that he had purple qi all over him, and then embarked on this road. He couldn't help but respect the national teacher even more.

  Guo Shi is indeed a wonderful calculation.

  In fact, this is also a causal relationship. Meng Li said that Qi Li is surrounded by purple air, and Qi Li chose to go this way. If Meng Li does not say, he will be the same as in the plot, blindly tolerant, and be his prince cautiously.

   On state affairs, Qi Li chose to discuss with Meng Li on many matters.

  Meng Li has always been indifferent, not flattered, nor arrogant.

  Just do the part.

  The advice that can give Qi Li is to reduce taxes, recuperate, and relieve the suffering of the people. You must also tell the people of the world that the way of the world has changed. Work hard and don’t go with the so-called rebel army.

  Life can be guaranteed, what battles are there to fight?

  The top and outstanding people are a minority, and most of them are still going to be cannon fodder.

  For organizations that are still active in the private sector, those who can be recruited will be recruited, and those that cannot be recruited will be destroyed directly.

  Those who do not accept Zhaoan, why don’t they have an ambition in their hearts?

Qi Li was overjoyed, his thoughts coincided with Meng Li's. Now that he has taken the throne, this world is his. This mess must be cleaned up.

  Meng Li felt a little regretful that Prime Minister You had resigned.

  He didn't love the emperor before, but because the emperor once entrusted the other party to him and asked him to help him, but he didn't do it.

  Without assistance, the emperor also changed people.

  The prime minister right now feels shameless in officialdom.

  Meng Li thinks about it and is relieved. Everyone has their own choice, and the choice of Prime Minister You is not necessarily wrong.

  I’m old, I want to rest, I don’t want to be intrigued, it’s good to spend a few days clean.

  It’s just that the world lacks a good prime minister, and the right prime minister is in Qi Li’s hands, and he will definitely be able to use his remaining heat.

  The pattern was set, Qi Li was busy making drastic reforms, and Meng Li stayed at the National Teacher's House except for the Shang Dynasty.

  Xiao Zhuo is almost ten years old, but Xiao Xiaojun Lang likes to shake with a fan.

  Sometimes he pretends to be an adult. His skin has become white in the National Teacher's Mansion, his appearance is more outstanding, and his temperament is different from the past. Without the timid appearance of the past, he has become generous and comfortable.

  The environmental changes to a person can be said to be profound.

  The youngest child who was still nursing before can already walk, and the other child can recite with a book shaking his head.

  Meng Li sat in the pavilion, watching Xiaozhuo practice martial arts in the courtyard, smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, the sky was clear and cloudless, giving her a feeling of peace in the years.

  Just...

  The Demon King.

  It's been almost two years since Meng Li rubbed her eyebrows. The Demon King really worried her.

  She has a lot of questions about the power of space in her heart and wants to ask the Demon King.

  "Master, Master."

  Xiao Zhuo's voice sounded.

  Meng Li looked over, Xiao Zhuo's forehead was covered with sweat, and he ran towards Meng Li, paying a respectful salute.

  Meng Li smiled and said:

"what's happenin?"

  "Master, I have practiced a set of moves. Can I show it to Master?" Xiao Zhuo glanced at Meng Li's face, and then immediately turned away.

  Want to see, but dare not to see more.

  Master is gentle and severe. Unlike a dead mother who slanders him with words, Master will not do this and will only punish him, but he would rather accept punishment than be reprimanded by the crowd.

  When he doesn’t make mistakes, the master is always gentle, never speaks in a high pitch, and controls well.

  Meng Li nodded.

  Xiao Zhuo went to the clearing first, took the sword and began to dance. After all, he was a child. His heart was not quiet. When dancing the sword, he always took the time to take a look at Meng Li.

  That kind of eyes longing for affirmation, longing for praise.

  Meng Li's face was faint from beginning to end, looking at Xiao Zhuo.

  Xiaozhuo’s talent is actually good, but Guyi feels that Xiaozhuo was seven or eight years old when he came to the National Teacher’s Office, not as pure as the National Teacher’s Office was raised.

  But Meng Li still accepted as a disciple and was willing to give him a chance.

  But with the discovery of the past two years, Xiao Zhuo pays special attention to her thoughts and expressions, and seems to have a lot of admiration?

   Seeing that Meng Li did not respond, Xiao Zhuo felt an unspeakable disappointment in his heart.

  Practicing hard, just to get a word from the master, he never cares about the people next to him.

  He said:

  "Master, is Xiao Zhuo dancing well?" Xiao Zhuo was ten years old, and his voice was immature and difficult to distinguish between men and women.

  Meng Li shook his head:

  "The biggest taboo of martial arts practitioners is distraction. You look at me from time to time, and how much effort and effort did you spend on your moves?"

  Xiao Zhuo pursed his mouth and said:

   "But Master, the disciples have already remembered one move one by one, and it's just a dance for Master to see..."

  His voice is getting weaker and weaker, and his expression is getting more and more guilty. If it weren't for Meng Li's good ears, he wouldn't be able to hear what he said last.

  "You are young, and you don’t have many encounters with the enemy. You still need to understand."

   "The moves are not static, they are ever-changing, rigid exercises that are not very useful." Meng Li said lightly.

  Ten-year-old child.

  I’m still in elementary school in modern times, and I don’t know anything and carefree, but in this era, at the age of ten, I have to learn a lot of things.

  As soon as Meng Li’s voice fell, he heard a ridiculous voice:

  "Do you still teach others, do you understand what this king gave you?"

  Meng Li:...

  Shut up.

   hurt her when she comes back.

  Meng Li looked at Xiao Zhuo, Xiao Zhuo's expression was still as guilty as before, and it seemed that he hadn't heard the voice of the Demon King at all.

  Meng Li ignored the Demon King and said to Xiao Zhuo:

   "Maybe I have too high expectations of you. You have done a good job of studying so hard."

   "Really? Master?"

   Xiao Zhuo stared at the ground, lowered his head and asked.

  Meng Li gave a hum and smiled:

   "I hope you can perform better."

  Xiao Zhuo also smiled, he said:

  "Master, the disciple will definitely work harder, the disciple, the disciple will definitely meet Master's expectations."

  (End of this chapter)