It was deeper in the middle of the night, and the stars were vast.

As the sound of the fight gradually faded away from the alley, Lin Feng was not sleepy at all. According to the military order, she would set out with the army tomorrow and follow her lord to escort the "Wang Ji" she had never met to marry Shiwu. How long did it take to go back and forth? What kind of landform is Shiwu? How many fierce battles will you encounter along the way? These thoughts hovered in her mind, disturbing her from feeling sleepy.

Yu Zi in the same room slept soundly.

The latter's snoring can be heard in the darkness.

Lin Feng tossed and turned, and finally crawled out of the quilt carefully. With the help of his literary spirit, he casually wrapped a cloak that blocked the wind and lit a small lamp to relax in the courtyard. He saw the teacher's yard lights still on from a distance. He paused his feet and knocked on the door: "Teacher, have you fallen asleep? The student is in a state of uneasy and wants to ask for some questions."

"Not yet, come in."

When Lin Feng entered, he saw the teacher sitting in front of the window with long gray hair, playing chess scores. The candlelight reflected his eyebrows and eyes warmly and kindly, completely different from the seriousness he used to teach on weekdays. Lin Feng sat opposite him.

"The teacher hasn't fallen asleep yet?"

Chu Yao fell down a piece, and the sound of the chess piece colliding with the chess board was crisp and decisive, making the night quieter. He said: "I have been sleeping for a while, but I was awakened by a nightmare..."

When Lin Feng heard this, he lit the stove and waited for the water to boil, he took a can of things from one shelf, and his actions were not affected by the slightly dim candlelight in the room. He soon presented a pot of tea with a little fragrance of flowers.

Chu Yao also moved his attention away from the chessboard.

It was funny: "As you get older, you are prone to lack energy, and once you wake up, it is difficult to get sleepy again..."

Lin Feng didn't believe this and said coquettishly: "This is the filial piety of the students. The teacher can try it..."

Chu Yao had no choice but to take a few sips.

But the smile on the corners of the lips can't be stretched.

Lin Feng: "Does the teacher have something to worry about?"

She rarely sees such a teacher, as if she has unresolved emotions gathered on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Even outsiders can tell that he is thinking about something in his heart at a glance. Chu Yao did not make excuses to make a perfunctory excuse: "I do have one thought."

"Because of the student? Or is it because of the lord?" I didn't ask intimately if it was because of the two old friends in Yongguguan.

Chu Yao just smiled and said, "You are not old, but you are still at the age of being able to go out to study alone to gain knowledge. I worry about what you do? Not to mention the lord, she didn't ask others for bad luck, even if the ancestors escaped. Being a teacher is worried about the way of a scholar..."

"Is the teacher's literati's way of being a wise man?"

As he learned further, Lin Feng knew very well the importance of the way of scholars to literary scholars.

Chu Yao's situation is quite special.

It's really impossible to make a mistake.

Chu Yao took a sip of tea, exhaled a sip of turbid air, and whispered his worries: "No, I just feel... it is too burdensome now. The 'dark willows and bright flowers' are not controlled and cannot be used in desperate situations... What kind of use can it come in on weekdays?"

Lin Feng said: "But..."

She wondered why the teacher suddenly worried about this kind of thing. He hadn't told herself before that the perfection of the literati's way depends very much on luck. It's better to go with the flow than to force it? Chu Yao shook his head to stop Lin Feng from saying the doubts he wanted to say, and laughed at himself.

"I have to think about how to make it perfect." These are still unfamiliar to Lin Feng. She could only be an audience member, and then listened to her teacher whispering, "Oh... even if the conditions for fulfillment are harsh, I don't like internal affairs the most..."

Lin Feng: “…???”

What does the perfect literati have to do with whether the teacher likes internal affairs? At this time, her eyes fell on the chessboard, and the words black and white were already in a stalemate. Compared to Baizi's conservatism, Heizi's offensive was rapid and bold.

she……

It seems that I can vaguely understand the teacher's mood.

In the words of the lord, the teacher is in a workplace crisis and is eager to improve his work competitiveness... Such thoughts are circling in Lin Feng's mind. But these words are only dared to brew in his heart, and dare not say them boldly, so he has to touch indirectly.

"Then... the teacher mentioned it to the lord?"

Chu Yao said: "This won't work."

Lin Feng: “…”

Chu Yao said: "Don't be arrogant because of favor."

Lin Feng: “…”

Is this word used in this way?

Before Lin Feng could finish his complaint, he heard the teacher's advice from his teacher: "By the way, if you go to Shiwu, if you meet a young man who looks pretty good and can speak eloquently, Ling De, kill him and bring him back with him."

Lin Feng didn't ask much questions.

but--

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know."

"Where is this person living?"

"I don't know either."

"What is this person?"

Can you let your teacher give me some advice in private?

"It's not an important role." Chu Yao said it very much, but the content shocked Lin Feng. "If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the only son of the Queen of the Shiwu Royal Court, the next king of Shiwu. However, Shiwu Royal Court has a special custom. Before becoming an adult, he would travel incognito for a period of time. Only by passing the test can he be qualified to inherit the tribe. Taking this opportunity to kill him."

Lin Feng wanted to speak but stopped.

"How could the teacher... know him?"

Chu Yao said: "Because I dreamed."

Lin Feng was shocked: "Dream it?"

"Just just now, the way of scribes was launched again."

This is also the real reason why Chu Yao’s nightmare, which made him feel upset for a long time, and even playing chess recipes could not relieve his boredom.

"There are two levels of dreams in this dream. At the first level, this boy appeared in the dream and ordered people to throw a few buckets of stinky corpse water into the water. The downstream of the river is the lord leading the army... At the second level, he was rescued by you when he was dying... Immediately, many of the army had strange rashes..."

Lin Feng's face wrinkled: "So, is this person approaching the lord by the student? How about the lord?"

"I'm sick and look a little weak."

Lin Feng guessed: "Is there something wrong with the food and water?"

I am most afraid of this when leading troops outside.

There are countless examples in history that cause disagreement in the local environment and influence combat power and even lose their lives.

Could it be that this boy used himself to poison food?

Lin Feng asked again: "How did the lord come later?"

"I don't know."

He didn't even see what the boy looked like, and could only see a blurred outline, but his intuition told him that this time it should be far from being "end of the end". Most of the lords are fine, but for some reason, the literati suddenly had a warning.

But since the warning was made, the young man also appeared in his dream, so he could kill him to prevent future troubles.

With the Queen of the Shiwu Royal Court without her son, the tribal forces behind her will not continue to support Wang Ting as always, and will even have irreconcilable conflicts with the Wang Ting because of uneven interests. Their chaos will also be conducive to border peace.

Lin Feng promised with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!