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  Further west, the cold wind was even more biting, but it didn't snow, and the ground was dry, so they quickened their pace considerably, arriving at the outskirts of Guilin by the next night.

  It was already late at night and they couldn't enter the city, so Ji Yue looked for a quiet place to stop and rest. This place had mountains behind it and water in front of it, and wasn't an absolutely safe place to set up camp, but in such cold winter weather, with horses and goods, if they didn't find a place to take shelter from the wind, they might not be able to make it until dawn.

  It's now in the second half of the night. The vanguard scouts ahead to reconnoiter the surroundings, and only after confirming there is no danger does the entire convoy enter completely.

  Lying firmly on the car bed, staring blankly at Song Chuyi who was tossing and turning on the couch for half the night, sleeping very soundly. In his heart, he sighed in admiration. If this were to happen in a slave shed, they would probably be beaten!

  Purely selling labor slaves at night are like beasts, locked in a shed. Hundreds of slaves sleep in one shed, it's hard to even turn over, like Song Chu, this way of sleeping must be beaten.

  What surprised Jian the most was not Song ChuYi's sleeping posture, but after two days of observation, he was shocked to find that Song ChuYi woke up every morning with a sleeping position almost identical to the one she fell asleep in the night before, perfectly proper. Jian couldn't help but secretly admire, this is what it means to be a noble! Truly impressive!

  When the carriage stopped, Song Chu slightly shook and changed his posture, vaguely asking "Jian, is it dawn?"

  He quietly opened the window and took a look, then respectfully replied, "Not yet, it's not dawn."

  "Why aren't you sleeping before dawn?" Song Chuoyi irritably stretched his hand into the quilt, pulled out the tangled white sheets from inside, and continued to sleep while hugging the quilt.

  Bai Jing's entire body was covered in a thick layer of white fur, which was disheveled and matted. He crouched beside Song Chuyi's face, making low "woo" noises.

  Kneeling on the ground, Song Chu's eyes were closed, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He was truly a god!

  It turns out that Song didn't ask about the past, but rather felt a vague sense of having asked something casually and received an immediate response, which was probably because he hadn't slept or wasn't asleep yet.

  Song initially slept on one side, her cheek stuck to the pillow, and she didn't know where her head was. She was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt that her cheek was wet and hot, getting wetter and hotter by the second. She lazily stretched out her hand to touch it, and grabbed onto a white, fluffy ear - White Blade!

  Song Chu suddenly opened her eyes and saw that the water droplet was only a few inches away from the tip of her nose! After it fell, another drop even landed on the tip of her nose!

  "Damn it!" Song Chu yelled, quickly getting up from the bed, holding a white-bladed claw with one hand, and roaring "Son of a bitch! Jian, Jian! Get me a knife!

  "I'm going to castrate it right now!"

  He was stunned by the sudden change of events.

  Ji Bian hastily rushed over and asked outside the carriage, "Sir, what's wrong?"

  The white blade was still unable to let out a wolf's howl and could only make a sound similar to that of a small dog whose paw had been suddenly stepped on.

  Song Chuoyi opened the window and threw the white blade into Qi Bian's arms, saying angrily "Take it and cook it for me!"

  "Hey!" Ji Bian responded with a single word and really walked away with his nose up in the air.

  He looked at the white blade trembling in his arms, somewhat embarrassed, not because he pitied it, but because he thought it would be more cost-effective to raise it big and then kill it, after all, a beautiful snow wolf skin was worth a lot.

  Hesitating for a moment, Ji Bian hugged the white blade to the side of the fire pit and asked Ji Yu, "Manager, sir wants to slaughter the white blade. Do you think it should be slaughtered or not?" Song Chu shouted so loudly that Ji Yu naturally heard it clearly. He didn't even lift his head and said, "After slaughtering the white blade, wait for him to slaughter you."

  Ji Bian let out a sigh of relief "To be honest, I was just talking nonsense, but sir, you're such an extraordinary person, how could you possibly kill Snow Wolf now?"

  Ji Bian is indeed a honest person! Ji Yu nodded in agreement "Not bad, he's quite reliable."

  Another bad habit has been discovered.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a servant girl was summoned to bring water into the horse carriage. After washing her face, she felt slightly better and ordered Jian to get off the carriage and take back the white blade.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a white blade was inserted into a corner of a horse cart, and it was lifted up with its claws. It was scolded severely for half a cup of tea time before being put back on the couch to continue sleeping in a different position.

  Bai Jing cowered in the corner, never having seen Song Chu'er so angry before, and it was so sudden that she was shocked into a daze, taking a long time to come back to her senses.

  The sky is bright.

  The servant girl told him about the incident where Song Chuoyi lost his temper, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to repeat the curse words that Song Chuoyi had used. It wasn't until Zhang Wannian pressed him several times that he finally managed to stammer them out.

  He was shocked and regretted that he slept so soundly last night, and didn't get to see the excitement in time. It's a lifelong regret!

  Judging from Song Chu's words, it was probably Bai Ren who wet the bed again. However, last time Bai Ren wet the bed, he didn't get so angry, did he? Cao Gu was full of doubts and anxiously wanted to know what Bai Ren had done to provoke Song Chu like that.

  During breakfast, Zhang Wu dragged the maid and made her repeat it several times before he was in a good mood to put on his clothes and go ask for his teacher's well-being.

  The scenery of the campsite is excellent, with a small lake in front that has already frozen into thick ice. A layer of frost covers the ice, shining with a transparent and soft light under the morning sun. On the cliff behind, there is a small waterfall group, where the flowing water is frozen in motion, forming static waterfalls that seem to be able to flow again at any moment.

  He stopped at the edge of the valley and saw Song Chuyi standing in front of a motionless waterfall.

  "Teacher." Fang Gu suppressed his curiosity and respectfully bowed to Song Chu.

  "Look!" Song Chu turned his head back, smiling and gesturing for him to look at the waterfall. "The past is like this, but it's not that I don't cherish day and night either!"

  Li Gongpu hesitated for a moment, unable to guess the deeper meaning behind her words, and asked tentatively, "Teacher, are you saying that Confucius was wrong?"

  "Do you think Confucius was wrong?" Song Chuyi didn't answer but asked back instead.

  Originally, Wang Wei didn't think that standing in front of a vast river would make him sigh "Time goes by like this, day and night without pause".

  Not only is it flawless, but the metaphor is also apt and to the point. Isn't time just like flowing water, constantly flowing day and night? But looking at the situation in front of me, I suddenly feel that this metaphor indeed has some problems.

  "The student doesn't know, so I ask the teacher to teach me." The foolish old man does not hastily offer his hand in greeting.

  "Confucius' words were not wrong, because the water he saw at that time was not the water in front of him." Song Chu smiled slightly and asked, "Do you still remember the content of the first chapter of Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

  "The eyes of the valley suddenly lit up, and he said, 'I understand. The art of war is based on five things: first, the way; second, heaven; third, earth; fourth, the general; fifth, law.' The teacher wants to tell me that the world's affairs are ever-changing, and we must look at things according to the current situation."

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was easy to deceive him for several days. Although he knew it was due to his unstable temperament, he couldn't help but suspect that this child was really stupid. It wasn't until now that he confirmed that he was indeed not stupid. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Suppose you lead an army to attack a certain country, but there is a river in between. What would you do first?"

  "Observe the water level, wind direction and size." Zhang Guo didn't hesitate to answer. But then he saw Song Chu shake his head, and couldn't help but ask "Could it be that we should observe the enemy's situation first?"