The boast has been made... but how should it be carried out? Feng Guang was at a loss.
She floated from one end of the palace to the other, and now she found that this ghostly appearance was actually quite useful. She didn't get tired or hungry, and she could float faster than she could walk. Finally, she stopped in front of a palace with the most heavy guards. The plaque in front of the palace was inscribed with the three large characters "Imperial Study".
If Xiao Fengyan wants to live a good life, she can only rely on the Emperor. From Awan's words, we know that Fengyan's mother cheated on the Emperor, which is why she is in such a miserable situation. In this palace, apart from the Emperor, no one dares to care about Xiao Fengyan. As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." First, she needs to understand the Emperor in order to come up with a good plan.
Feng Guang raised her hand to touch her chin, nodded, and entered the magnificent palace. No one else could see her; she simply walked in with an air of nonchalance.
The Imperial Study was solemn and dignified. A middle-aged man in imperial robes sat at his desk. The years had etched the marks of time on his face, suggesting that he must have been a remarkable figure in his youth. His every move exuded an air of authority.
The man standing at the bottom of the steps bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Advisor has recently obtained the results of his divination."
Xianrang put down the memorials he was reviewing and said in a deep voice, "The Imperial Advisor said a few days ago that someone who would bring disaster to the nation's fate has appeared. I am very worried about this. I wonder what the outcome will be?"
"It will not be a disaster, but an aid," the priest said. "This person will help Your Majesty unify the world and bring prosperity to the Great Central Kingdom. However, such opportunities are rare and depend on Your Majesty's fortune."
Upon hearing this, Xianrang was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Does the Imperial Preceptor have any guidance? Who is this person?"
"Three days later, His Majesty walked along the West Palace. After a long rain, the sun emerged from the clouds, a sign of red clouds. The God of War descended from the heavens to protect our people, and the whole country was at peace." The priest said, "The Imperial Preceptor has finished speaking."
"Good, good, good!" Xianrang said three times in a row, then said sternly, "This matter must not be known to others."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Feng Guang curled her lip, not realizing that this emperor was superstitious. She wondered who had decided that every old emperor had a national advisor as a standard requirement, but it was still not bad. She suddenly had a direction and could use this as an excuse to make her point.
She left the imperial study, taking a book with her. Passing by a house whose owner she didn't know, she grabbed a piece of clothing hanging out to dry. She took a shortcut back to the secluded courtyard. Feng Yan had already finished showering. He looked up at the clothes hanging on the tree branches, motionless, until a piece of clothing fell from the sky and covered his head.
"Put it on properly," Feng Guang said. She was a little tired; anyone who didn't know better would think this kid was drying a person out.
Fengyan obediently put on his clothes, and a book was tossed into his hands, with the words "Military Treatise" printed on the pages.
"You don't need to memorize everything, just memorize one or two paragraphs."
He still didn't react.
Feng Guang scratched his head. "I said, you can't read, can you?"
He looked up at the direction where Feng Guang was standing, without even a trace of curiosity.
She suppressed her urge to panic and calmly said, "Open the book, and I'll teach you."
He casually flipped open the book, and the traditional Chinese characters on it made her dizzy.
Feng Guang's face looked as if she had swallowed a fly. Good heavens, it would be better to let her die than to make her study. She waved her hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, I'll just dictate it and you can remember it."
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