320 Sure enough, I asked

"Wan Ping An, I want to ask you, I heard that you attacked the enemy camp at night, and when the fire was everywhere, the enemy soldiers rushed out of the tents, but they had to go around the tents for a long time before rushing out, and countless people were killed and injured. What happened?"

As expected, I asked.

Ping An sighed in his heart, and Sun Sicheng's heart also tightened.

If we tell people about Taoist Master Hu, we will be in endless trouble in the future. That man is too legendary. Whether it is his kung fu, formation, or medical skills, if the world knew about it, the consequences can be imagined.

"Your Majesty, Ping An used some traps, but he is not very skilled, so he can only trap the enemy for a quarter of an hour."

"Oh, I heard you also used a formation in the courtyard of the military medical department?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. At that time, Lord Zhang was also recuperating in the courtyard. There were also a few people we brought with us in the courtyard. They didn't know Kung Fu, so Ping An was a little worried, so he set up some formations."

"From what I know, your master doesn't seem to know these things. Who did you learn from?"

"Your Majesty, when Ping An was six or seven years old, he often went up the mountain to collect firewood. He once accidentally saved an old Taoist priest..."

Ping An repeated what he had told his master before, without mentioning the surname Hu.

The emperor frowned. "Looks like he's over sixty? I want to ask you, did he teach you anything else? Do you know how to use the formation?"

Ping'an was a little panicked. He didn't dare to lie too much to the emperor. If something was found out, he would be in trouble.

"Your Majesty, Ping An was young at the time and relied on his good memory to learn some formations from the old Taoist priest. He has occasionally practiced in private over the years. The only time he actually used it was in the enemy camp that night, and it was considered successful."

The emperor sighed deeply.

He once guessed that it was Taoist Hu who taught Wan Ping An the formation? Such a good skill must be passed down for the use of the court.

Now it doesn’t matter anymore.

It is very likely that Taoist Hu is no longer alive. People with great abilities always don't like to be restrained. Moreover, more than 30 years have passed and he is already in his 60s or 70s. Even if he is found, he can no longer be used by the court.

If he was really the one who taught Wan Ping'an the skills, then he had done his best for the Great Zhou again.

This child is only fourteen years old now. In the future, won't all his abilities be used for the Great Zhou? Be an official or a doctor.

"Sun Sicheng, Wan Ping'an, I hope you can carry forward medicine and save more people in the future. I will give you some precious medicinal materials. Please leave."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty."

The two followed the eunuch out of the Qianqing Palace and arrived at the courtyard outside the palace, only to find themselves covered in cold sweats.

"Master Sun, Master Wan, the medicinal herbs given by the Emperor have been delivered to the palace gate, so I will not deliver them."

Sun Sicheng stuffed another purse into his pocket: "Thank you, eunuch."

After leaving the palace, Ping An breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, it's really stressful to be in the palace. The air outside the palace is freer. You gave away quite a few purses today, right?"

Sun Sicheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "Be careful with your words. Do you think you can talk without restraint here? Let's go home and talk."

Wanli and Lin Feng drove over, and the master and disciple went straight back to the Sun family, not knowing how anxious the old man of the Sun family was.

As soon as they arrived at the Sun family, they immediately went into the large study room. The old man and his son had been waiting in the study room for a while.

At this time, Ping'an's heart had calmed down.

Even the master didn't tell the truth about Taoist Master Hu's matter at the beginning, so naturally the same story will be told from now on. This way, I will be living up to the Taoist Master's last words, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him anymore.

An hour later, after having lunch, Ping An left the Sun Mansion. He had no plan to go to his father's house now. He would probably know about the audience with the emperor in the afternoon, so he decided to go there in the evening.

As soon as he got home, he asked someone to deliver a letter to his husband. No matter whether his husband was at home or not, he had to be told about this matter as soon as possible to avoid him worrying.

Lying on the kang, he closed his eyes and carefully recalled everything he had said and done since entering the hall today. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was correct.

It is still difficult to be a human being. It is not good to be unknown, and it is not easy to be a little famous. After all, the capital is not as comfortable as Yong'an. I can't go back for a short time.

I'd better write a letter and bring it to my parents later.

Chang Chunfeng had indeed just heard in the afternoon that the Emperor had met Master Sun and his apprentice today. Wasn't this apprentice his own son?

The child has been living in the county town and the prefectural capital, and has only been in the capital for ten days. What's more, he is here to meet the emperor, so I don't know if he is frightened.

He was a little absent-minded in the afternoon and rushed home as soon as he got off work. If Ping'an didn't come home, he would have to rush to the eldest master's villa.

Zhang Jinyu had just arrived home. She had been busy renovating the new house these days and was in a good mood all day.

That is a real home, with three spacious entrances, much larger than the current courtyard, and in an excellent location.

She had discussed with her husband and decided to give the entire second courtyard to Ping An. After all, this house was awarded to him by the emperor. As for Yan'er growing up, it was still a long time before he could live in the front yard when he was seven or eight years old.

It’s okay to live in the backyard, the three-courtyard house is quite big anyway.

Just occupying this yard makes me feel a little sorry for Ping'an's mother. Logically, this house belongs to Ping'an and them.

But she was reluctant to give up.

"Husband, you're back. I just received a letter from my parents saying that my brother has returned from another city today. He asked us to take a day off the day after tomorrow and bring Ping An home to meet our relatives."

"I see, my lady, didn't Ping An come?"

"No, I just came from the new house. What's going on?"

The third son hurried in: "Master, Master Ping An is here."

Chang Chunfeng hurried out and saw Ping'an had just entered the yard.

"Be well, father and mother."

"Ping'an, come in with dad." Chang Chunfeng walked towards the small study.

Ping'an understood what had happened and hurriedly said goodbye to his stepmother.

This stepmother could be said to be a real lady from a noble family, and her behavior was impeccable, but at the same time, she also made him feel like an outsider all the time.

You’re welcome.

This reminded him more of his biological mother. It was a completely different feeling. The home in the village allowed him to completely relax.

"Dad, my master and I met the emperor today." Ping'an didn't intend to hide it from his father, and he couldn't hide it anyway, so he might as well just tell it out loud.

Ping An told Chang Chunfeng about how he had just learned yesterday that he would be meeting the Emperor, and then went to his master's house to learn etiquette from the nanny for half a day. Chang Chunfeng nodded.

"Your master is a man of few plans. You really have to learn the etiquette of entering the palace. If you don't know anything, there might be trouble."

Ping'an told him every detail of his entry into the palace without waiting for him to ask.

But he didn’t mention the night raid on the enemy camp. No one else could know about this, not even his own father.

"Dad, that's all. Master said I handled it well."

Chang Chunfeng felt bitter and said, "Son, I'm really sorry for letting you go out and fight at such a young age."

Ping An sighed softly, "Dad, let's look forward. The past is the past and cannot be brought back."

If possible, he also hopes that it will remain just his original family all these years.

Unfortunately not.