At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a servant girl was summoned to carefully trim away the burnt hair from Bai Zhi's white blade with a small knife. Meanwhile, he himself wrapped in a light fur coat, sat in front of the chessboard that had been left untouched since morning, glanced down and returned several pieces to their original positions.

  He was slightly startled in his heart, and the few moves he had made secretly were all discovered!

  "Teacher!" Zhang Guo couldn't help but see Song Chu's calm and composed expression, which made him feel somewhat stifled. "You said you would punish Bai Jian, why aren't you?"

  "Yes" Song Chu dropped a white chess piece and said, "I did say that, but later I thought about it carefully. How can I be on the same level as a little beast? It's too humiliating! However, if you want to compete with it, I won't look down on you."

  It's come to this, and you still dare to lecture me? With a stifled anger in his heart, he shouted, "So you're going back on your word to me?"

  Song Chu paused for a moment, turned around and swung open his wide sleeves, and bowed deeply to Zhan Yu, "As a teacher, I am still too young, and sometimes impulsive. I shouldn't have made promises to you casually. Here, I apologize to you."

  "Whatever!" Zhang Guo got up and left. As for Song Chu's courtesy of apology, he didn't feel like he had gained any advantage at all. Who wasn't young and impulsive?

  After the white blade finished trimming its head, it lost a chunk of fur and looked less ferocious. Song Chuoyi reached out to lift up its wolf-like face and stared at it for a while before bursting into laughter, "Too silly, hahaha!"

  The white blade's eyes looked even more innocent, seeing the master laugh so unscrupulously, and crawled onto her legs with a whimper.

  "Baijian, you're a wolf..." Song Chu rubbed its head and found that Zhen Yu was right, Baijian had been raised by her like a small dog, except for its size and appearance being fierce, it didn't have any wildness of a wolf. Now with a bald patch on its head, it looked even more foolish and not like a wolf at all.

  Song Chuanyi studied the chessboard for a while, and heard the sound of "ka la ka la" coming from the courtyard. He called in a maid and asked, "What's going on outside?"

  "The messenger arrived just as Vice Magistrate Shi was chopping firewood and had all the dry firewood transported to Mei Garden," said the maid.

  "This time it's really not light!" Song Chu opened his mouth and patted the head of Bai Ren, "Let's go take a look"

  Bai Jing crawled up and followed Song Chuyi out in a hurry.

  In front of Mei Garden, Zhang Wuji was wearing only a white undergarment on his body, with two large piles of dry firewood beside him, and he was indeed holding up the firewood.

  Before today, Song Chu didn't know that the swordsmanship of Mo Gu was actually quite good, almost all of them were cut open with one sword, and the cutting edge was neat. The sword in his hand was just an ordinary bronze sword, without any extraordinary sharpness, but he could achieve this level, which means that he must have a certain foundation in martial arts.

  However, it's not strange that Pang Tong is both civil and martial, able to charge into the battlefield and also enter the tent to strategize. It's not excessive to admire Pang Tong and learn from him, which is within expectations.

  After watching from a distance in the valley, Song Chuyi noticed that his collar was open and the corners of his mouth were raised. He ran to the opposite corridor with Baijian, across a small piece of lake, and could see the tight muscles between his chest and abdomen. Although it's not perfect yet, for someone of his age, it's really impressive. So Song Chuyi took Baijian directly to the plum forest, squatting in front of him to observe closely.

  Snow is still falling, and the woodcutter is not mistaken in taking the wooden plank as a white blade, chopping it with relish, while the man and wolf are also watching with great interest.

  Chopping and chopping, Zhen Guo suddenly felt a little uneasy all over his body, so he stopped his hand, frowned and looked at Song Chuanyi, "What is the teacher doing here?"

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one secretly pinched oneself, eyes red, and choked with sobs, "Don't blame me for being a teacher, seeing you in thin clothes on a cold snowy day, it's really heart-wrenching. From now on, I plan to never scold you again."

  Song Chu patted his chest and said, "Forgive me"

  Baoyu stopped staring at Song Chuyi, seeing that she was indeed "sincere and genuine", so he dropped his sword, heavily exhaling a misty flower, "Forget it, I won't hold a grudge"

  "Hurry up and take a bath, be careful not to catch a cold" Song Chu said with a smiling face, "Do you want me to help you wipe your back?"

  He looked at her with a hint of hesitation and said, "How about we take a bath together? I can also help Teacher wash her back."

  "I just washed it, didn't you see?" Song Chu said

  "When?" Yan Guo didn't dare to think that he would recall Song Chu's incredibly fast speed at the beginning, and indeed, he had some faith.

  Song Chu patted him on the shoulder and said with a sigh, "It doesn't matter if you don't take me as your master, go ahead."

  Having said that, he led White Blade back home.

  The valley was not filled with fog and water, but Song had a completely different attitude from before, making it difficult for him to accept. He had just walked up the corridor when he saw Ji Yu coming over and couldn't help asking, "Ji Shuai, did Teacher suffer a setback in the Qin Palace?"

  Otherwise, how could it be so abnormal?

  He stopped in his tracks and said, "Never"

  "Why...?" said Taro Iwata.

  "Because you're wearing less today."

  What does this have to do with how much I wear? How did you go on a trip to the Qin Palace and come back so spaced out? You're saying things that he can't understand. Is the plan going too smoothly or is it too perilous?

  The old lady anxiously called the maid to send clothes to the bathroom.

  "Mr." knocked on Song Chu Er's door

  "Come in"

  He pushed open the door and entered, seeing Song Chuyi had already changed into new clothes early in the morning, teaching the young maid to recognize characters, not at all like Fang Cai's carefree and irreverent attitude.

  "Sit down." Song Chuyi turned around

  Ji Yu knelt down on the cushion opposite him and said, "Someone has gone to investigate within a radius of ten miles. The snow is not deep, and there are merchant teams coming and going on the official road. The accumulated snow has almost been cleared, but after freezing, the road is slippery. Seven miles outside, there is no heavy snow. If the snowfall does not increase in the next two days, we can set off on time."

  "Hand it over then, these two days rest more, and go buy what's needed for the road." Song Chu said.

  "Hey!" Ji Yu Ling received the order, was about to stand up and leave, but heard Song Chu say, "General Ji, I want to ask you to be my master, teach me some self-defense moves."

  He bowed his head slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Sir is a learned scholar, I am just a martial artist, I dare not be your teacher, if you want to learn, I will teach you wholeheartedly"

  "Can Mr. Yi's student be just a martial artist?" Song Chu looked at Ji Yu, seeing that his expression didn't change and knowing that he had made up his mind not to accept her as a disciple. He bowed and said, "Since it's like this, Huai Jin will take her leave first."

  He bowed and stood up to leave

  As she watched him close the door, Song Chuyi lowered her eyelids, lost in thought.

  After rebirth, Song Chuyi had met many people before and after, but the one who made her look at him with different eyes was not anyone among those scholars, but Ji Yu.

  Ji Yu rarely spoke nonsense, and whatever he said was either necessary or piercing to the heart. His heart was always calm and composed. From the moment they met in the mountains of Song Country, Song Chu Yi knew that he was a man who valued loyalty and had a strong sense of justice. He was not a person to be underestimated, having the charisma to entrust the lives of 30,000 soldiers to a young girl like her.

  So Song Chu Yi wanted to recruit him for his own use, not because he wanted to make him his subordinate or servant, but because he wanted to establish a mutually supportive and helpful relationship with him.

  However, in this world, among people with talent and ability, there are rarely eternal friendships, because they pursue different things, make different choices, and may become enemies one day when they go their separate ways. Just like her and Min Chi, it's not about who betrayed whom.

  At the beginning of Song, Yihen hated Minchi. It was because he took advantage of the emotions between them. If it weren't for this, even if Minchi led the army to break through the city that day, she would have lost with admiration and respect, not only wouldn't hate him, but also admire his tactics.

  Indeed, the changes in the world are unpredictable, just like human hearts.

  Song Chuanyi let out a soft sigh and turned his head back to look at Meng Yiyun writing.

  The little girl held the pen, every stroke was written with great care. She knew that ink and bamboo slips were precious things, and the price of a roll of ordinary bamboo slips was astronomical to her. In her opinion, only noble people had the qualifications to do this kind of thing. Song Chu Yi was like a god in her heart, and now the god was teaching her to read and write. Xiao Yu cherished the opportunity even more and respected Song Chu Yi even more.

  "Xiao Yu, I separated you from your mother, are you sad? Do you hate me?" Song Chu asked suddenly after she finished writing the last stroke.

  She hastily put down her pen and knelt before Song ChuYi, "I'm not resentful, Master has been good to me. If I didn't know how to be grateful, my heart would have been eaten by dogs."

  These words are unadorned and plain to the extreme, but to Ouyang Xiu's ears, they were also extremely moving.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one stretched out his hand to help her up, "Do you know why I don't sell you?"

  "This is not a question for you, she replied, 'because your mother truly loves you, and this love makes me unbearable to destroy'"

  Many people can't afford to eat and sell their sons and daughters, that's from good citizens into slaves, never able to turn over. Ah, the mother of the girl, even if she is critically ill, her daughter is still her heart's flesh, unwilling to give up.

  She couldn't stop her husband from selling their daughter, but if it wasn't for Qi Bian's impulsive guarantee that day, patting his chest and vowing with his own life to never humiliate her daughter, perhaps the woman would have been able to follow the convoy with her ailing body.

  "A person is noble because of self-love" Song Chu stroked the soft and delicate face of his little daughter, smiling slightly.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a trafficker who sold people without any mercy. If parents themselves did not cherish their own children, why should they worry about others? However, for someone like Nu Wa's mother and daughter, she would not be ruthless enough to mistreat them.

  She remembered the old man in her family, although being starved to death was a stupid thing, but she would always remember it.

  If... rebirth could be ten years earlier, how great would it be

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Yizhen let her servant take Baidao out to play, and she was left alone in the house.

  She sat quietly for a while before taking out the map from her box and tracing her finger over a blank space between Qin and Wei.

  Song had noticed this place early on, but had never gone to verify it. She was a bit hesitant and her finger was tracing the place that should have been Yangcheng, but the map showed that it was included in the territory of Wei State, with no place called Yangcheng.

  Is the map wrong? Or has something changed in the world she knew?

  This map, Song had taken a look at it all the way, although he remained expressionless, his heart was somewhat anxious. Perhaps in another month, they would reach the original location of Yangcheng. Those problems that had been avoided for so long would ultimately have to be faced.

  If Yang City is no longer there, does he still exist? (, , vote for recommended monthly ticket)