Chapter 234 The Dead Teacher
When people go to sleep when they are extremely sleepy, they often feel that they have just closed their eyes and the whole night has passed.
That's what Shen Yuexi is like.
She felt like she had simply closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, the rain had stopped. A faint ray of light shone through the half-open window onto the wall. It was the light of dawn, the day was about to break.
Xiao Zhuo was not in bed. Her clothes were neatly folded beside her pillow.
This was the case after she got together with Xiao Zhuo. Every time she woke up, Xiao Zhuo was already out of bed. Shen Yuexi felt that this reflected the fact that she was a lazy cat.
There is no possibility of rebuttal.
After stretching, she felt sore all over her body, her feet and legs hurt, her waist was weak, and her chest was uncomfortable.
It hurts where it should hurt, and it also hurts where it shouldn't hurt. Fortunately, it's not the kind of pain you get from being sick, but the kind of muscle soreness you get after intense exercise.
Think about how I was jolted on the horse for so long yesterday, and was rained on for so long, and then I was under Xiao Zhuo from behind, tossing and turning like a pancake for so long, so it's normal to feel this way now.
She got up, put on her clothes, stood at the window, biting her hairband and gathering her hair back with both hands.
At this time she saw Xiao Zhuo's back.
The view from this room is very good, and you can take in the entire street of Longsheng Town.
In the dim light, she saw that the place where Xiao Zhuo was standing was exactly where she and Mei Dai had decided to bury Mei Pu. A tomb had already been built there.
After tying her hair, she opened the door, walked down the stairs, left the inn, and came to Xiao Zhuo's side.
In front of Meipu's grave stood a tombstone carved from a stone slab. Although it was still dark, Shen Yuexi could still see the words engraved on it.
"My old brother... the Prince of Xiliang..." She was not familiar with ancient characters and read them haltingly.
Xiao Zhuo patted her back gently and said, "I didn't expect to meet Mei Pu here. At first I thought it was a prank, but after reading the inscription I realized it was erected by Consort Xian."
"This is indeed the tomb of Prince Mei. When Sister Mei and I came here, I was anxious to go back and find you," Shen Yuexi held Xiao Zhuo's arms with both hands. "Sister Mei said that she would bury my brother here first. After the war subsided, she would come to move the tomb."
"Xianfei," Xiao Zhuo nodded slowly, "What a remarkable woman."
"Yes, Sister Mei is really pitiful," Shen Yuexi leaned her head on Xiao Zhuo's arm, "Her parents are dead, and her brother died before her, but she has always persevered. By the way, husband, don't you blame Master Mei?"
If it weren't for Meipu's betrayal, Qiu Liming and his men would have been able to hold Nanping, and Xiao Beiheng would have been unable to cut off Xiao Zhuo's retreat.
Although the Second Prince's army was supporting Yongwei from behind, Xiao Zhuo was so powerful that the 200,000 Jingzhou troops under Xiao Kai were defeated by him. The arrival of a few tens of thousands of reinforcements could only delay the date of the army's annihilation.
She could easily say that Mep's decision determined the entire outcome of the battle.
"I don't blame him," Xiao Zhuo shook his head. "If I were Mei Pu, I would do the same. I value my status more than he does. There's no way I'm going to hand over the Mei family's legacy to someone whose background is unclear."
"What about now?" Shen Yuexi asked. Does Xiao Zhuo still value status as much as before?
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Xiao Zhuo's body suddenly tense up.
"Yuexi, someone is coming." Xiao Zhuo said softly.
Shen Yuexi wasn't as alert as Xiao Zhuo; her reaction was a bit slower. Upon hearing Xiao Zhuo's warning, she quickly looked around.
The sound of hooves trampling through the mud was particularly clear in the quiet streets of Longsheng Town.
The gradually rising morning light in the east shone through the streets, illuminating an old man with white hair and beard. He wore a rain hat, a straw raincoat draped over his back, and a sword slung across his waist. He sat on a tall, handsome maroon horse and slowly approached from the west.
Shen Yuexi instinctively sensed danger.
Old people, like women, are synonymous with weakness. In this desolate wilderness, an old man walking alone is almost as surprising as a woman walking alone.
In her impression, only a woman as brave as Mei Dai would dare to walk alone in the dark night. Now this old man has done the same. No need to guess, this old man must be quite capable.
She hid behind Xiao Zhuo and said in a trembling voice, "Husband, he is here to hunt us down."
There were only two living people in the entire Longsheng Town: she and Xiao Zhuo. It was obvious that the other party was not here to chat with them.
Xiao Zhuo said, "Yuexi, please stand aside first."
Letting Shen Yuexi stand aside, Xiao Zhuo went to the old man's horse head, lifted the hem of his horse, knelt in the mud, clasped his fists and raised them above his forehead, and said:
"teacher."
Shen Yuexi was stunned on the spot.
It turns out that this white-haired old man is Xiao Zhuo's teacher. Then this old man should be the Prince's tutor or Junior Tutor or something like that?
The white-haired old man stopped his horse, first glanced at Xiao Zhuo, then glanced at Shen Yuexi who was standing not far away, and then said:
"I'm here to kill you, why are you kneeling down?"
"The dignity of a teacher is such that a disciple dares not violate it." Xiao Zhuo raised his head, looked at the sword at the white-haired old man's waist, and said, "Teacher, was it Xiao Beiheng who asked you to come?"
The white-haired old man jumped off his horse and said with a smile, "It seems that your spirit has recovered. You have already understood everything before I even said it."
"I have fought with the owner of this sword before, so I recognized it at a glance." Xiao Zhuo told the truth.
The two were chatting there, and Shen Yuexi was watching anxiously from the side.
Xiao Zhuo was such a fool. Since he knew the other party was coming to kill him, he didn't care if he was a teacher or anything else. He just struck first. Before the old man could draw his sword, he slapped him with a palm. Back then, Xiao Beiheng was so young and full of vigor, but he was defeated by Xiao Zhuo with a palm. Now, slapping this old man was like slapping a fly.
"Yuexi, come here." Xiao Zhuo stood up and turned around to greet her.
Shen Yuexi hesitated. Don't go over there by yourself, they might draw their swords and wipe them out. But looking at Xiao Zhuo, he didn't seem to be worried about the white-haired old man making a move. She gritted her teeth and decided to just go over there.
"This is my swordsmanship teacher, Ji Zhong." Xiao Zhuo first introduced the old man's identity to her.
"Greetings, Master Ji." Shen Yuexi knelt and saluted the old man. She thought to herself that this old man was Xiao Zhuo's swordsmanship teacher. That was troublesome. Xiao Zhuo was still injured. Although the other party was old, his back was straight and his movements were agile. He was not a pushover.
Ji Zhong nodded slightly in response, and Xiao Zhuo introduced her to the old man: "Teacher, this is my wife, Shen Yuexi."
"Alright, you've fulfilled your duties as a disciple. That's enough," Ji Zhong said, hands behind his back, walking towards the central square of Longsheng Town. "Take up your sword. I've never killed an unarmed person in my life."
Shen Yuexi felt a chill run down her spine. This old man was too confident. She felt that Xiao Zhuo's confidence was somewhat similar to his. Could it be that Xiao Zhuo's confidence was taught by this old man?
"Yuexi, fetch the sword for me," Xiao Zhuo turned to her and said, "I want to compete with the teacher."
After saying that, Xiao Zhuo followed Ji Zhong and walked towards the square.
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