As the sound of the night watch gradually faded away at the entrance of the alley, Lin Feng did not feel sleepy at all. According to the military order, she would set off with the army tomorrow and follow her lord to escort the "Wang Ji" whom she had never met before to Shiwu to get married. It took a long time to go back and forth.
How long? What kind of landforms are there? How many fierce battles will she encounter along the way? These thoughts swirled in her mind, disturbing her from even a trace of sleep.
Yu Zi, who was in the same room, was sleeping soundly.
The latter's slight snoring could be heard in the darkness.
Lin Feng tossed and turned, and finally climbed out of bed carefully. Relying on the protection of Wenqi, he casually wrapped a windproof cloak around his body, lit a small lamp, and took a night walk in the courtyard to relax. From a distance, he saw the teacher in the courtyard.
The light was still on. He paused and opened the door softly: "Teacher, are you asleep? The student is restless and wants to ask you something."
"Not yet, come in."
When Lin Feng entered, he saw the teacher with long, slightly damp gray hair, sitting in front of the window, playing chess records. The candlelight reflected his gentle and kind features, which was completely different from the seriousness he usually wore when teaching. Lin Feng sat down opposite him.
.
"Teacher, haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Chu Yao made a move, and the sound of the chess piece colliding with the chessboard was clear and decisive, making the night even quieter. He said: "I have slept for a while, but I was awakened by a nightmare..."
After hearing this, Lin Feng lit the stove, waited for the water to boil, and took out a jar from the shelf on one side. His actions were not affected by the dim candlelight in the room. After a while, he served a pot with a slight floral fragrance.
Tea.
Chu Yao also moved his attention away from the chessboard.
Funny said: "As you get older, you tend to lose energy. Once you wake up, it's hard to fall asleep again..."
Lin Feng didn't believe this and said coquettishly: "This is the filial piety of the students. The teacher can give it a try..."
Chu Yao could only take a few sips.
It’s just that the smile on the corners of his lips never widened.
Lin Feng: "Is the teacher worried?"
She rarely saw such a teacher, as if there were uncontrollable emotions condensed in the corners of his eyes and brows. Even an outsider could tell at a glance that he had something on his mind. Chu Yao did not just find excuses to deal with it: "There is indeed something on his mind.
."
"Because of the students? Or because of the master?" He thoughtfully did not ask if it was because of the two old friends in Yong Gu Guan.
Chu Yao just smiled casually when he heard this and said: "You are not old, but you are still old enough to go out on your own to study and gain knowledge. Why are you worried about what you are doing? As for the lord, not to mention, she doesn't look for trouble with others, even that person's ancestors
Blessed to escape the disaster. As a teacher, I am worried about the way of being a scribe..."
"Is there something wrong with the teacher's way of being a scribe?"
As the study deepened, Lin Feng became very clear about the importance of the scribe's way to the literary scribe.
Chu Yao’s situation is quite special.
There is really no guarantee that something will go wrong.
Chu Yao took a sip of tea, exhaled a breath, and confided his thoughts softly: "No, I just think... it is too cumbersome now. 'The Flower in the Dark' is out of control and cannot be used until desperate situations... What use can it be put to in daily life?
Woolen cloth?"
Lin Feng said: "But..."
She wondered why the teacher suddenly worried about such a thing. Didn't he tell her before that the perfection of the scribe's way depends on luck, and it is better to let things happen than to force it? Chu Yao shook his head to stop Lin Feng from expressing his doubts, and laughed at himself.
"I have to think of how to perfect it." These are still unfamiliar areas to Lin Feng. She can only be a listener and listen to her teacher whisper, "Sigh... Even though the conditions for perfection are harsh, I don't like internal affairs the most...
…”
Lin Feng: "......???"
What does the way of a perfect scribe have to do with whether the teacher likes domestic affairs? At this time, her eyes fell on the chessboard. The two characters black and white were already in a stalemate. Compared with the conservativeness of the white stones, the offensive of the black stones was fast, fierce and bold.
she……
It seems that I can vaguely understand the teacher's mood.
In the Lord's words, the teacher is in crisis in the workplace and is eager to improve his job competitiveness... Thoughts like this are swirling in Lin Feng's mind. However, these words can only be brewed in his heart, and he dare not speak out boldly, so he can only make insinuations.
"Then...teacher, should I mention this to my lord?"
Chu Yao said: "This won't work."
Lin Feng: "..."
Chu Yao said: "Don't be arrogant because of favor."
Lin Feng: "..."
Is this how the word is used?
Before Lin Feng finished his rant, another teacher's instruction came to his ears: "By the way, when I go to Shiwu, if I meet a boy from Shiwu who looks pretty good and is eloquent, Ling De, kill him and take him with me."
His head is back."
Lin Feng didn't do much questioning.
but--
"What's this person's name?"
"I don't know."
"Where does this man live?"
"I don't know either."
"Then who is this person?"
Can you ask your teacher to tell you again and again in private?
"It's not an important role." Chu Yao said it indifferently, but the content shocked Lin Feng, "As expected, he should be the only son of the Queen of Shiwu Royal Court, and the next king of Shiwu. However,
There is a special custom in Shiwu Royal Court. Before reaching adulthood, he will travel incognito for a period of time, and only after passing the test can he be qualified to inherit the tribe. Take this opportunity to kill him."
Lin Feng was about to speak but stopped.
"Teacher...how do you know him?"
Chu Yao said: "Because I dreamed about it."
Lin Feng was surprised: "Did you dream about it?"
"Just now, the way of the scribes was launched again."
This was also the real reason for Chu Yao's nightmare, which made him upset for a long time, and even playing chess records could not relieve his boredom.
"This dream has two levels. In the first level, this son appeared in the dream and ordered people to throw a few buckets of stinky corpse water into the water, and the lord was leading the troops downstream of the river... In the second level,
, he was saved by you when he was dying... Immediately afterwards, many people got strange rashes on their bodies..."
Lin Feng's face wrinkled: "So, this person is using students to get close to the master? What about the master?"
"I'm sick. I look a little weak."
Lin Feng guessed: "Is there something wrong with the food and water?"
This is what I fear the most when leading troops abroad.
There are numerous examples in history of people who were acclimatized due to food and water, which affected their combat effectiveness and even cost them their lives.
Could it be that this kid was using himself to poison food?
Lin Feng asked again: "What happened to my lord?"
"I don't know."
He couldn't even see clearly what the young man looked like, he could only see a vague outline, but his intuition told him that this time it should be far from the end of the road. The master was mostly fine, but he didn't know why the scribe's way suddenly changed.
Early warning.
But since the warning was given and the young man also appeared in his dream, he killed him to avoid future troubles.
If Queen Shiwu Wangting has no son, the tribal forces behind her will not support the royal court as always, and may even have irreconcilable conflicts with the royal court due to uneven distribution of interests. It will also be beneficial for them to become chaotic.
Border peace.
Lin Feng promised solemnly.
"Teacher, please be assured that the students will personally cut off this child's head, bring it back, and deliver it to the teacher.