"What is this?"

Yang Ci narrowed his eyes slightly and exhaled the turbid air in his chest for a long time.

He opened his eyes again.

The fatigue in his eyes had been swept away by now.

What replaced it was the clarity and majesty that Yang Biao did not dare to look at in his memory.

In front of Yang Ci, all his thoughts seemed to be undefended.

Yang Biao fell to his knees directly.

He opened his mouth and asked, "I dare to ask if my father has ever recovered from his illness."

Yang Ci snorted coldly and said, "No!"

Yang Biao immediately leaned down.

After a while, Yang Cicai softened his expression slightly and said, "But it is indeed much better than before."

"Is this the divine water that He Jin brought?"

Yang Ci looked at the empty bowl in front of him.

There is a hint of lingering complexity in his eyebrows.

Yang Biao did not dare to raise his head: "My child knows that he is wrong, please ask his father to punish him!"

Yang Ci looked at Yang Biao who was kneeling on the ground in front of him. When Yang Biao couldn't see him, his eyes were full of tenderness and doting.

But when Yang Ci opened his mouth, all that gentleness and doting disappeared.

What replaced it was still the previous clarity and majesty.

"Get up."

Yang Biao looked up.

But still kneeling on the ground.

Yang Ci didn't say anything more. He asked, "Where did you come from with this divine water? Tell me everything you saw, no matter how big or small it is."

Yang Biao naturally doesn't have the word "no".

He carefully recalled what happened before.

Then he left the mansion without hesitation and walked to the gate of Imperial College without knowing it. He told him again about his encounter with Qin Yu and others.

Later, he told the story about how Feng Ji entrusted someone to bring the sacred water, and he ordered his disciples to drink it, and then he drank a cup himself.

Including the feeling after drinking it, it has not dropped a bit.

After he finished speaking, he looked at what Yang Ci was still thinking about.

Yang Biao then said: "My child thinks that the saint is accompanied by Lu Bu, Qin Yu, Feng Ji and others, so he must be extraordinary. However, my child has never seen the saint at this time, so I don't know his background."

After Yang Biao finished speaking, Yang Ci started laughing.

Yang Biao looked at his father's smile and felt a thump in his heart.

Said: "Father, what did the child say wrong?"

Yang Ci chuckled and said: "There is indeed a mistake, and it is a big mistake."

Yang Biao was puzzled.

Yang Ci's eyes shone brightly, and he said, "If I say that you have already met that saint, would you believe it?"

When Yang Biao heard this, he was shocked.

Qin Yu's figure immediately appeared in his mind.

It was really because Qin Yu left such a deep impression on him.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of majesty and he looked calm and authoritative.

He still has a calm and composed temperament in front of himself.

If it weren't for his extremely young age.

I'm afraid Yang Biao will think that Qin Yu is a person who ranks among the three nobles.

Previously, Yang Biao didn't think too much because of Qin Yu's age limit and the fact that Qin Yu's appearance outside the Imperial Academy did not seem like the behavior a saint should do.

But now I think about it carefully.

Qin Yu indeed exudes the power of being in a high position.

If he is not that saint.

How could he be so virtuous and capable that Feng Ji of the Feng family in Nanyang and that rare and powerful general in the world could be placed at his right and left?

"Father, are you saying that Qin Yu is actually the Saint of Nanyang?"

Yang Biao asked in a trembling voice.

Taiwei Yang Ci gently stroked his beard, with a solemn expression on his face, and said: "You are to be feared in the future!"

"The saint came out of Nanyang and brought great prosperity to this world. I never thought that this saint would actually have such means!"

After a moment of pause, Yang Ci said again: "Mr. Wen, you should go to the gate of Taixue immediately. You must find that saint."

"He gave this divine water to you, so he naturally came for me. I want to see what kind of plan he has in mind."

Yang Biao responded immediately.

He had just ignored Qin Yu's existence because he was in a trance and made subjective assumptions.

Now of course I have figured everything out.

Just when he was about to turn around and walk out, Yang Ci's voice came from behind him again.

"Wait a minute."

Yang Biao immediately stopped, turned to Yang Ci, bowed, and asked, "Father, do you have any other instructions?"

Yang Ci smiled and said, "Bring the rest of your divine water. As a father, it's time to cheer up and see the true face of that saint!"

Yang Biao was overjoyed when he heard this.

He hurriedly ran out, carefully brought in the remaining half of the bucket of water, and placed it next to Yang Ci.

Yang Ci smiled and waved his hand to him.

Yang Biao suppressed the joy in his heart and retreated slowly.

Looking at the heartfelt smile on Yang Biao's face, Yang Ci, who already looked very old, couldn't help but sigh.

Then he smiled again.

"Qin Yu, Qin Xiaozhi, you gave me such a big gift, I just hope your appetite won't be too big."

"Otherwise, I will keep you out of this imperial city even if you are scolded by the world!"

"I can't let you get close to the imperial power!"

After Yang Biao left, Yang Ci drank the well water, and his eyes gradually became colder.

…

When Yang Biao left and returned, he ordered his men to pick up Qin Yu in a carriage from outside the Taixue Gate to the Taiwei Mansion.

It suddenly dawned on Fengji.

At this time, he still didn't know that he had underestimated Yang Biao and his father, the lieutenant.

Just as Feng Ji observed.

Yang Biao did not doubt Qin Yu's identity.

If I were to be in Yang Biao's position, I would be wise.

It was absolutely impossible for him to think that a young man like Qin Yu was the mysterious Nanyang Saint hiding behind them.

I thought I would send water from this well.

When Yang Ci recovers, he must remember this kindness.

When they meet in the court one day, Yang Ci will no longer be as tough as before.

Even he himself relies on the well water to survive.

What qualifications does he have to advise the emperor?

At that time, Qin Yu only needs to mention the conditions they have agreed upon before.

There should be no objection.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But Feng Ji did not expect it.

Yang Ci's reaction was unexpectedly so fast.

He actually dared to conclude that Qin Yu was the saint standing behind them.
To be continued...