The theory of Sanlv was temporarily extinguished in "There is already Sun Shu'ao as the king to balance the clans, and there cannot be another Feng Lord to suppress it...".

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But after a day, thunder and rain continued, and the sky turned dark, even the wind did not notice it.

It was only when the maid stepped forward and lit a few more oil lamps that Feng Yun suddenly understood from the book.

Looking at it, Feng Yun said: "Are you from the palace?"

This woman is strange...

"Jun Feng, the previous servant was clumsy, so I replaced him with a maid to serve Mr. Feng. If Mr. Feng needs it, he can command the maid..."

Feng Yun nodded...

"Fengjun, Fengjun!"

Pretty boy?

Feng Yun raised his eyes and looked into the distance. As the voice became clearer and clearer, he saw a big man rushing into the Palace of Classics and threw himself in front of Feng Yun.

"Master Feng, the barbarian baby is guilty!"

"Woo...suck, woo...suck..."

The boy kept choking and sobbing uncontrollably, but he did not ask Feng Yun for forgiveness.

"Alas, it's no use blaming you this time. Just think about yourself and don't be so reckless next time if you encounter an emergency."

"Manba knows, ugh..."

The baby kept crying, convulsing and bursting into tears.

Feng Yun had no choice but to put down the silk book in his hand - historical materials of Chu State.

He stood up and said: "It's night, come with me to the side hall to warm yourself by the fire and talk. The cold weather that day may also hurt you."

Manwa's eyes were full of guilt, wiping her tears, she followed Feng Yun.

Entering the palace, Qu Yuan was still copying the words of "The Kingdoms: Baiyue" on the yellow axe. When he saw the wind coming back, he was reluctant to leave, put down the yellow axe, and left.

After chatting with Man Wa for a long time in the palace, he asked his servant to tidy up a room in the backyard as a residence, and then let Man Wa go back to rest.

Feng Yun asked his maid to boil ginger water to relieve the cold.

When I fell asleep, I took out the scroll of Yu Qiang and thought about it carefully...

The ginger water was hot, and Feng Yun's eyelids also followed the technique of cultivating the Tao, looking at Yu Qiang, slowly closing them, and entered into a dream...

A night of silence.

When I got up again, it was already dawn.

"Shashasha..." Qu Yuan couldn't wait to come to the palace early and copied his words in a corner of the side hall.

Feng Yun exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up from the couch. The coldness in his waist did not diminish, but became more intense.

Looking at Juan Yuqiang, Feng Yun gently rubbed his eyebrows.

There is something wrong with this image!

Feng Yun shook his head and sighed slightly: If he hadn't used the technique of cultivating the Tao to observe this phase, he would have been plotted against him.

In the aspect of Yu Qiang, the lines on the heart are wrong. If it is forced to move, the cold air will condense and affect the self, and the path will be evil.

"Master Feng is awake..." The maid came forward to wash and dress Feng Yun.

After everything was tidied up, Qu Yuan came to see the gift.

After that——

"Lord Feng, General Dou Lian will go out to defend the border today on behalf of Sima..."

At noon, Qu Yuan came quickly and told what he had heard and learned in court today.

Feng Yun nodded, but his face looked extremely pale.

Qu Yuan frowned and worried: "Is Mr. Feng sick?"

"It's not a disease, it's just that I've been fascinated by the books in the Palace of Classics these past few days."

"Ah..." Qu Yuan saluted: "A wise man like Feng Jun still wants to learn. Yuan Zhen sighed and did not dare to slack off!"

After speaking, Qu Yuan watched Huang Yue's words as usual.

At this time, there was a loud noise from outside.

He saw Sima Zhaoyang coming with a cough, and behind him was a slumped old man.

"Fengjun is at peace." Zhaoyang saluted.

Feng Yun returned the salute, and Qu Yuan on the side also stood up and saluted Zhaoyang.

When Zhaoyang saw the yellow ax in Qu Yuan's hand, there was surprise in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

"I wonder why Sima Zhaoyang came to seek permission?"

When Feng Yun spoke, the old man behind Zhaoyang lamented.

Only then did Zhaoyang take out a silk book, which said: "Fengjun is a virtuous man, and he is temporarily staying in Chu... The State of Chu wants to temporarily host Fengjun as a friend of the Palace of Classical Books, so that Fengjun can read the books."

"Friends of the Classics Palace?" Feng Yun had a smile in his eyes. Chu Jun had no intention of recruiting him into an official position, but he coincided with him.

Zhaoyang added: "Fengjun, this Mr. Shen Yinhua is temporarily the official of the Palace of Classics, presiding over the affairs of the first palace."

"Your Majesty, if Mr. Feng has any questions about Chu's classics, you can ask Mr. Shen Yinhua."

After saying that, he stepped back and allowed Shen Yinhua and Feng Yun to meet him.

The two of them bowed to each other.

"It's inconvenient for Zhaoyang to stay longer, so I'll take my leave."

After Zhaoyang left, Shen Yinhua also said goodbye to Feng Yun and left slowly. It seemed that he was not satisfied with the king's decision, and even felt sad.

"Mr. Feng, this Shen Yinhua was originally a senior official explaining the classics of Chu for you."

Qu Yuan frowned and sighed slightly: "It was previously rumored that Shen Yinhua was your master's teacher. This Shen Yinhua was still complacent. Now your Majesty has sent this person to the Classics Palace to guard himself..."

Feng Jun heard it and was slightly silent.

So did Qu Yuan.

Both of them knew that Chu Jun was dissatisfied with this statement, so he drove Shen Yinhua away.

Moreover, Feng Yun was confused and asked Shen Yinhua, also to promote Chu Jun.

After all, if Lord Ruofeng has asked Shen Yinhua, why shouldn't Lord Chu do the same?

Feng Yun found this funny again.

"Who in this world cannot be a teacher?"

"Farmers farm, merchants make wealth, workers are skilled in craftsmanship, and scholars are courteous. These are all wisdom. The so-called learning from others' strengths to make up for one's own needs is not something that needs to be difficult."

Feng Yun went to sit down, smiled lightly and shook his head.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Mr. Shen Yinhua to ask for advice. There is no need to worry about the things that his heart desires."

Qu Yuan, who was on the side, heard this and bowed his hands and said: "Feng Jun is still interested in learning."

So, another day.

Early in the morning, Feng Yun took Qu Yuan to look for Shen Yinhua.

At this time, Shen Yinhua was in a side hall, and there seemed to be a sound inside.

"Yin Hua, tell me, why did you provoke Fei Wuji?" An old and powerful voice came from the hall.

Before Feng Yun asked, Qu Yuan on the side said: "This is the voice of Mr. Wu She. Mr. Wu She is a young master and the wife of the princesses. He is a senior official and specializes in teaching gentlemen the six arts."

Feng Yun nodded, expressing understanding.

"Two gentlemen, Mr. Feng has come to see you." Qu Yuan stepped forward and saluted the two of them in greeting.

The two old gentlemen looked at each other.

Wu She looked at Shen Yinhua in surprise.

"Please enter the palace, Mr. Feng." Shen Yinhua waved his hand without hesitation.

Feng Yun entered the palace.

Salute to both gentlemen.

Then he took Qu Yuan to the table.

Taking a look at the banquet, Shen Yinhua's eyes were still full of sadness, but he tried his best to hide them, as if they were normal.

But Wu She looked at Feng Yun curiously.

"I wonder what Mr. Feng is looking for?" Shen Yinhua asked. For Mr. Feng, he respected his reputation as a virtuous person.

Feng Yun said bluntly: "I came to find Mr. Shen Yinhua because I hope to understand the history of Chu and see the splendor of Chu."
To be continued...