Lao Liao turned his head and found that Zheng Changsheng was standing behind him.

"Why are you here, uncle?" The chef Lao Liao hurriedly came up to greet him.

Zheng Changsheng waved his hand and did not let him salute.

"Brother? I said Uncle Liao, don't let it go. How could a noble person come to such a place?"

Du Xiang subconsciously muttered casually and continued to stir the chicken soup in the pot.

He thought Lao Liao was fooling him to soothe his emotions.

"Du Xiang, there are many people who are so resentful to me as you are, right?"

Zheng Changsheng smiled slightly and said, "I remember you didn't look like this when you entered school. When did you learn to be a woman-like petty person?"

Du Xiang suddenly settled there as if he had been petrified. Even the spoon in his hand slipped into the soup pot and disappeared without a trace.

He was one of the first students to enter Yuhua Academy, and Zheng Changsheng personally taught them the courses.

Later, with the training of this group of them almost complete, the best of them will serve as professors and teach students in the future.

He and Zheng Changsheng's teacher-student relationship cannot be given up.

Besides, he was able to successfully enter the Third Thousand Battalion of Jinyi to be a medical officer in the team, which was also what Zheng Changsheng nodded and agreed.

Otherwise, do you think that even individuals can enter the Three Thousand Camp of Jinyi at will?

Du Xiang was sad because of the death of Fei Zhongming's 300 people. Zheng Changsheng, a teacher who was jealous of evil and was indifferent to the whole country.

He even ordered everyone not to act rashly, and he did not intend to explain to Fei Zhongming and the three hundred people.

You should know that pensions are only necessary to die for the country.

But now it seems that Zheng Changsheng is preparing to suppress this matter and does not mention Li's affairs at all.

To put it bluntly, it was precisely because Zheng Changsheng's sudden change became different from the shadow in his heart that he felt very disappointed.

If Hei doesn’t mention Bai, Fei Zhongming’s three hundred people will die in vain.

Du Xiang took a long time to turn around, and he looked up at his teacher Zheng Changsheng.

He felt very wronged and had a lot to say to the teacher, but he didn't know where to start with thousands of words.

"teacher......"

Du Xiang choked up.

"I probably know what you are thinking, but put away your imagination... The time has not come... Believe me..."

Zheng Changsheng said these words earnestly, then stepped forward and patted Du Xiang on the shoulder: "The chicken soup is good. After worshiping the dead brothers, remember to give the teacher a bowl."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

~~

A voice rose in Du Xiang's heart: "You misunderstood the teacher, the teacher is not the person you imagined."

At this moment, Du Xiang was filled with ecstasy.

Teacher Zheng Changsheng's words were like the thunder in front of the spring rain, awakening Du Xiang who was addicted to the sadness and self-mistakes.

Just say, how could the teacher be such a person?

He really wanted to slap himself a few big mouths.

How could the teacher be able to speak out for the common people who suffer from snow disasters? How could he ignore his brothers who are like life and death?

I still remember the scene where the teacher led them to the first class and internship in the Relief Department.

He couldn't help but burst into tears...

Three hundred bowls of medicinal chicken soup were filled with medicinal chicken soup. Du Xiang couldn't say a word, but his heart was shouting and praying.

"Brothers, my medicinal chicken soup that I promised to have been prepared by me. If you have a spirit in heaven, please come and enjoy..."

The cold wind whistles and snowflakes fly.

The steaming hot air in the bowl was rising up.

With tears in his eyes, Du Xiang seemed to see Fei Zhongming's strong face.

He reached out his hand and wanted to hold Fei Zhongming's powerful big hand, but he stretched out his hand and the snowflakes fell on the back of his hand, and a cool chill came over.

Du Xiang couldn't help but have a cold war. When he was looking carefully, Fei Zhongming's face disappeared.

It seemed like I had never been there before, the dark night was quiet.

Du Xiang stretched out his hand in the air, but he didn't catch anything after all...

He silently muttered in his heart: "Brother, go all the way..."

Then he sighed to the sky, and a large area of ​​snowflakes fell on his face, melting into snow water, mixed with tears and flowing down.

"Don't panic on the road to the underworld. Three hundred brothers hold spears and kill each other in life and death. They dare to ask the underworld to change their clothes."

After reciting this poem, Du Xiang wiped his tears, picked up the casserole, and walked towards the central army's tent with great strides.

~~

In the central army's tent, Zheng Changsheng took a sip of the chicken soup sent by Du Xiang.

He said with endless praise: "Du Xiang, I remember your ancestors were from Kaishifang, right?"

"What the teacher said was extremely important. I didn't expect that the content filled in when the student was admitted to the hospital was still remembered by the students' five senses."

Zheng Changsheng smiled slightly: "Five Senses Ming Nei? I'm afraid you have scolded me less than ten times, a hundred times?"

Du Xiang blushed and bowed in shame: "The student was frightened and did not understand the teacher's profound intention for a while. He was influenced by the inner demons and did things that damaged the teacher's ethics. He was really ashamed. Please punish the teacher."

Zheng Changsheng raised his eyebrows and said with great interest: "Oh? Then, now that you have understood it thoroughly, then what is your intention to be a teacher?"

Du Xiang took a step back and bowed to the end: "Teacher, I dare not say it."

Zheng Changsheng: "But it's okay."

"Uh..." Du Xiang looked at Wu Niu standing beside the teacher, and was extremely surprised.

I heard that the man named Wu Niu next to the teacher was a disciple of the Maitreya religion and was a person who was in an uprising in the battle.

But the teacher trusted him so much that he not only arranged him around him, but also did not avoid him if he was private.

At this moment, Wu Niu was holding the handle of Xiuchun's knife in his hand and standing quietly beside Zheng Changsheng. If he didn't blink occasionally, he would really give people the impression of a statue.

Well, since the teacher doesn't avoid him, what's there to worry about?

Thinking of this, Du Xiang said, "Student dared to ask, the teacher's trip may have a big plan, not just mediation, right?"

He asked Zheng Changsheng tentatively.

Zheng Changsheng's sword eyebrows erected and his eyes lit up: "How can I see it?"

"Students speculate on their own. If it is wrong, please ask the teacher to teach you a warning."

When he said this, Du Xiang straightened up, his tone with a little excitement: "Teacher, when we set out from the capital, we were brothers from the 15,000 Musket Battalion.

But after arriving in Bohai, the ship carrying two thousand materials from the 10,000 Musket Battalion brothers disappeared overnight.

Only five thousand brothers and some auxiliary soldiers were left, and the students did not care at that time.
Chapter completed!