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  "The Taoist school advocates for quietness and inaction. I suppose Mr. Song won't learn from the military strategists, right?" Gu Buwei thought to himself, although he hoped that Song would understand, but the reality was staring him in the face.

  Song Chu rubbed his neck "Do you think I'm a quiet and unassuming person?"

  Bai Gu's eyes lit up and he said, "Sir, are you well-versed in military strategy?"

  "You want to learn, I can teach." Song Chu initially had no reservations. If one only studies a particular school of thought, their thinking will easily become limited and they will unconsciously follow that school's way of thinking, making it easier for opponents to understand their strategy and increasing the chances of being guessed.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, she read through various schools of thought, discarding what she didn't agree with and carefully studying what she considered reasonable. Overall, it was based on Taoism as the foundation, Military Strategy as the core, and Confucianism as the surface.

  "Really?" Brick Valley couldn't help but be overjoyed, rubbing his hands together and saying "Teacher, can we start class now?"

  "Theories of the School of War, haven't you read most of them?" Song Chu said with one hand tapping on the desk in a rhythmic manner. "Read it again, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

  "Teacher, won't you help me understand it in more detail?"

  "You're a genius, how can you insult yourself with such a foolish method." Song Chuoyi yawned and stood up, saying "You go read your book first, formal lessons will start tomorrow."

  Song didn't finish her sentence, and if she was being sarcastic, her tone seemed too sincere. If it was praise, it felt too casual. Until Song left, Koromaru still couldn't figure out what she meant, but he still went to see Kikokuryuu as promised.

  Song Chu came out of the study and went to find Guan Shi to get some medicinal materials.

  Song Chuyi returned to his own courtyard and went to see the child. After taking the medicine given by Nan Qi, the child's condition seemed to have stabilized a lot, and he had temporarily stopped coughing, but his body was still scorching hot, even when he fell asleep, he was curled up in the quilt, shivering with fear.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one order was that Ya Zi took a small fire stove for cooking wine and cut the dried herbs into pieces to put in a ceramic pot to cook.

  The heavy snow has stopped, the sun is pale white, and the temperature is lower than the previous two days.

  Song Chu crouched on the corridor with his sleeves rolled up, looking at the thickly piled snow in the courtyard, and the strong smell of medicine filled the entire yard.

  "Mr. Huai Jin!" someone shouted from outside the side door.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one collected his thoughts and "the door was not closed."

  The door was pushed open and a young man poked his head out from behind the door, seeing Song Chu squatting on the corridor, he then pushed the door open and called to the people behind him to bring the things in.

  "Mr. Huaijin, here are the winter supplies for you to manage. Which room would you like them moved to?" The young man's tone was respectful, but he couldn't help sneaking a peek at Song Chuyi.

  Song Chu looked at the young man behind him and saw four servants carrying two huge trunks, furrowing his brow and saying "So many things... did Liu Guan Shi make this decision?"

  "The master has handed over, but the specific things are mainly done by Liu Guanshi." The young man said.

  "Zi Ya." A voice called out loudly at the beginning of the Song Dynasty.

  Zi Ya rushed out of the house.

  "Bring two quilts." Song Chuyi said.

  "Yes." Zi Ya softly responded and walked forward with her head down.

  The young man made him open the trunk, and from it he took out a quilt and sent it into his bedroom.

  "Let's take the rest back."

  "Sir?" The young man asked with a puzzled expression and slightly bowed his head "Sir, is there something you'd like to say?"

  As a guest, when the host gives you something, it means you are valued and it's also a way to prove your ability. Ordinary people not only won't refuse but are afraid others don't know about it. On the contrary, refusing the host's gift requires giving an explanation.

  "Waijin entered the mansion for three days, without great merit, and shouldn't have received such a reward." Song Chuyi said with her eyes narrowed, stirring the medicine in the ceramic pot with a spoon.

  This is indeed the truth, thought the young man.

  In the cold air, a fragrant scent wafted out, and the hot air rising from the ceramic pot almost completely obscured Song Chuyi's figure. The young man waited for a while, seeing that she had no intention of speaking, and said "I'll take my leave."

  Having said that, someone else came and carried the box out again.

  Song Chu glanced at her and thought it was heart-wrenching to see Qiu Yue being treated this way, feeling that Qiu Yue was not being kind, and wished she could have given it to her privately.

  "Alas!" Song Chu let out a sigh and wrapped the ceramic jar in cloth, pouring the medicine inside into a bowl and carrying it into the house.

  Zi Ya laid out the couch and hurried over to receive the medicine.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one sat down next to a brazier, thinking that he should raise some capital to do some business. Wei Guo had just experienced war, and although half of its territory was lost, it must have also killed many people. In the border area between Wei Guo and Wei Guo, there should be a lot of wasteland.

  What is called wasteland does not necessarily mean that there is no owner, but rather that the men in the household have died in battle and only the old, weak, women and children are left, who cannot cultivate large tracts of land. Many places without people to till them gradually become barren. These lands can be obtained at a very low cost, and if one is lucky, they may even come with some people attached.

  Ziya finished feeding the child medicine and turned around to see Song Chuyi in a daze, thinking she was heartbroken about those things. "Sir, why did you refuse the reward?"

  Song Chu suddenly regained his composure "Didn't I just say so?"

  She has been in Chang'an for only three days, and previously she was the one who persuaded Song Guo to surrender. Many people who knew the inside story thought it was her credit, but in fact, whether it was Yu You alone or she alone, they could have succeeded on their own. This achievement cannot be solely attributed to Song Chu Yi. As for this time's plan, it is actually a grand move, and whether it will succeed or not is unknown, and it is also being carried out in secret, so in the eyes of the public, it is an undeserved reward.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one temporarily did not want to be a pioneer.

  Zi Ya was certain that Song Chuyi was a person with ulterior motives, so no matter what Song Chuyi did or said, she would never think it was true.

  Song Chu's eyes fell, thinking about how to arrange Zi Ya after all.

  Occasional crackling sounds came from the brazier, Zi Ya didn't dare to disturb, gave the medicine to the child to feed, and quietly retreated.

  A strong wind blew outside, rolling up the snow on the ground and swirling it in the air.

  The voice of condemnation against Wei State is like this gust of wind, sweeping across all states.

  The Wei Kingdom's palace stood majestically in the snow, with iron-armored guards standing at attention. Suddenly, a loud burst of laughter came from the study.

  "There are many good articles about defending the country, interesting." The pearl curtain on the crown of King Wei on the main seat shook for a while, obviously delighted.

  "Our king." Upper Grandee Yao Zheng cupped his hands and said, "This matter must not be underestimated. It is said that the Marquis of Wei has already sent a special envoy to the Zhou Son of Heaven to denounce us."

  "Zhou Tianzi, haha, is just a figurehead after all. What can he do to the state of Wei?" King Wei said nonchalantly.

  Yao Zheng wanted to speak again, but the King of Wei turned around and said, "There is an article here that is written very sharply and with great elegance. I want you to investigate it. If he is willing to come to our state of Wei, I will treat him with the utmost respect."

  As he spoke, Ling Nei Shì handed the bamboo slips to Yao Zheng.

  Yao Zheng's heart skipped a beat as soon as he heard this, and he hastily stretched out both hands to receive it.

  After finishing reading, I have already broken out in a cold sweat. The whole passage is majestic and powerful, with beautiful language that is not empty or pretentious, every sentence hits the nail on the head, it must be someone who has deeply understood the ways of the world to write such an article!

  "My king, before searching for this person, we must stop the spread of this article, otherwise it will be detrimental to our great Wei!" Yao Zheng hastily advised.

  "Hmm, you're right." The King of Wei nodded slightly and picked up another scroll from the table, tossing it over "These few scrolls aren't bad either, try to win them over."