Chapter 413 413: Marriage (3)
The night is deeper and the stars are vast.
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 will set off with the army tomorrow and accompany her lord to escort the "Wang Ji" whom she has never met before to Shiwu to get married. How long does it take to get back and forth? What kind of landform is Shiwu? How many fierce battles will you encounter along the way? These thoughts swirled in her mind, disturbing her ability to fall asleep.
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 the bed carefully. Relying on the protection of Wenqi, he casually wrapped a wind-proof cloak around his body, lit a small lamp, and took a night walk in the courtyard to relax. From a distance, I saw that the lights in the teacher's courtyard were still on. I 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 his long, slightly damp gray hair, sitting in front of the window, playing chess records. The candlelight reflected his gentle and kind features, which were in contrast to his usual seriousness in teaching. Very different. Lin Feng sat down opposite him.
"Teacher, haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Chu Yao dropped a piece, and the sound of the piece colliding with the chessboard was clear and decisive, making the night even quieter. He said, "Already I slept through it, only to be awakened by a nightmare..."
After hearing this, Lin Feng lit the stove, waited for the water to boil, and then took down a jar of something from a shelf on one side. His actions were not affected by the dim candlelight in the room at all. After a while, a pot of tea with a slight floral fragrance was served.
Chu Yao also moved his attention away from the chessboard.
He said funnyly: "As you get older, you tend to lose energy easily. Once you wake up, it's hard to fall asleep again..."
Lin Feng didn't believe this and said coquettishly: "This is a student. The teacher's filial piety, please 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: "Does the teacher have something on his mind?"
She rarely sees such a teacher, as if there are emotions that cannot be resolved condensed in the corners of her eyes and brows, even if it is an outsider, at first glance You can also know that he has something on his mind. Chu Yao did not just find excuses to deal with it: "I do have something on my mind."
"Because of the students? Or because of the master?" He thoughtfully did not ask if it was because of the two old friends who were locked up in Yonggu.
Hearing this, Chu Yao just smiled casually 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 you? As for the master, let alone her, she didn't find her If someone else is unlucky, even if that person is saved by his ancestors, he is worried about the way of being a scribe..."
"Teacher, is there something wrong with the way of the scribes?"
As the study deepened, Lin Feng became very clear about the importance of the way of the scribes to literary scholars.
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 softly confided his thoughts: "No, I just think...it is too cumbersome now. 'Low Darkness, Bright Flowers' is out of control, and cannot be used until desperate situations...It What use can it be used for on weekdays? ”
Lin Feng said: "But..."
She wondered why the teacher was suddenly worried about this kind of 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, "Oh...even if the conditions for perfection are harsh, but I dislike internal affairs the most..."
Lin Feng: "...? ?"
What does the way of a perfect scholar have to do with whether a teacher likes internal affairs? At this time, her eyes fell on the chessboard. The words black and white were already in a stalemate. Compared with white's conservativeness, black's offensive was fast and bold.
She...
It seems that she can vaguely understand the teacher's mood.
In the words of the Lord, 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. But I only dared to brew these words in my heart, I didn't dare to speak them out boldly, I had to make insinuations.
"Then... the teacher should mention this to the lord?"
Chu Yao said: "This is not possible."
Lin Feng: "..." Chu Yao said: "Don't be arrogant because of favor."
Lin Feng: "..."
Is this the word used in this way? ?
Not waiting for Lin Feng to finish his rant, another instruction from his teacher came to his ears: "By the way, I am going to Shiwu. If I meet a Shiwu boy who looks pretty good and is eloquent, Ling De, Kill him and come back with his head."
Lin Feng didn't do much questioning.
But——
“What is this person’s name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where does this person live?”
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"I don't know."
"Then what is this person's identity?"
Can his teacher tell him again and again in private?
"It's not an important role." Chu Yao said it indifferently, but the content shocked Lin Feng, "As expected, it should be Shiwu, the only son of Queen Shiwu. The next king. 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. "
Lin Fengyu. He stopped talking.
"Teacher...how do you know him?"
Chu Yao said: "Because I dreamed about it."
Lin Feng was startled: "Dreamed about it?"
"Just there. Just now, the way of the scribe was activated again. "
This is also the real reason for Chu Yao's nightmare, which has made him upset for a long time, and playing chess records cannot 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 stinking corpse water into the water. And downstream of the river, it was the lord who led the troops... In the second level, , he was saved by you when he was dying... Immediately afterwards, many people got strange rashes on their bodies..."
< br>Lin Feng's face wrinkled: "So, this person is using students to get close to the lord? How is the lord?"
"I'm sick, he looks a little weak."
Lin Feng guessed: "Is there something wrong with the food and water?"
This is the biggest fear when leading troops outside.
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 this guy be using himself to poison food?
Lin Feng asked again: "What happened to my lord?"
"I don't know."
He didn't even see clearly what the young man looked like; A vague outline, but his intuition told him that this time it should be far from the end of the road. The master was probably fine, but he didn't know why the scribe's way suddenly warned him.
But since the warning was given and the young man also appeared in his dream, he would kill him to avoid future troubles.
Without the son of Queen Shiwu Wangting, 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. Their chaos is also conducive to border peace.
Lin Feng promised solemnly.
"Teacher, please don't worry, the students will personally cut off this child's head, bring it back, and deliver it to the teacher.
(End of this chapter)