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Since the teacher fell ill on the day of the big day, the military camp was not in chaos like the first year when the teacher was seriously ill and unconscious.
General Duan trained his troops, patrolled the country, and observed the actions of neighboring countries on a daily basis.
Yan Xianglang, the counselor who had followed Mr. Shi for three years, temporarily took over Mr. Shi's assistance in military affairs.
Shi Fei was almost bedridden and was in a coma for a long time.
He did have a few periods of clarity of mind every day. The military doctor stayed in the military advisor's tent all day, preparing medicine. As soon as he saw him wake up, he would quickly start feeding him the medicine.
After feeding the medicine, General Duan and Yan Xianglang, who received the report from the soldiers, would enter his tent with six generals, bringing maps and military sand tables, to analyze the latest situation.
In fact, they have done almost the same analysis themselves, but the strategy and situation still need to be finalized by Mr.
On this day, the handsome man sitting on the couch had a pale face and seemed to be no different from an ordinary person in spirit, but they all knew that he was just forcing himself to stay strong because his lips were pale and his eyes and eyebrows were sickly.
After listening to what the generals and Yan Xianglang said, Shi Fei nodded slightly, added a few key points that needed to be prevented, and let them go.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Several generals joked, "It seems that following you, sir, we have become much smarter."
Yes, there was a sickly military strategist who was sick today and tomorrow, but he did learn something from what he saw and heard.
They have all passively trained their minds to be strategic.
"Sir, please take care of yourself. We will take our leave first." General Duan led them to bow and leave the tent.
Shi Fei picked up the medicine bowl on the table beside him, intending to drink the remaining bitter medicine.
She took a sip and looked at the man who was still in her tent. Her dark eyebrows slightly raised, finally adding some vitality to her sickly expression.
Seeing that the man clearly understood the meaning of his raised eyebrows but still did not move, Shi Fei coughed a few times before asking, "Are you still not leaving? Then fan my stove."
Yan Xianglang always fanned himself all year round, even in the cold winter. Although everyone thought it was strange, no one dared to ask.
Yan Xianglang's appearance is actually more popular among women than Mr. Shi.
Because at first glance he is a person who is easy to get along with and easy to talk to, and who lives on earth.
Unlike Mr. Shi, who is either the cold lotus in the polar region, the snow on the high mountain, or the fairy on the crescent moon.
Yan Xianglang opened his fan and fanned the stove twice casually, which made the sparks burn brighter. Suddenly, the temperature in the tent increased a lot.
"Chenchen, I asked you to choose a mortal body but you chose a sick one." Yan Xianglang's lively features showed gloating, "Unlike me, you are really smart..."
Shi Fei was too lazy to talk to him. After drinking the medicine, his head felt dizzy again, so he left.
Yan Xianglang was chased away, and finally remembered what he wanted to say, "Hey, don't sleep yet, did you adopt a godson when you went to town before?"
What's going on?
Shi Fei forced himself to raise his eyelids and look at him.
"Early this morning, before daybreak, a little beggar came to the outside of the military camp and was almost killed by enemy soldiers who mistook him for a spy..."
"Fortunately, General Wen's men were careful and found that it was a child. They asked him why he came here. He stammered and said that he came to see the master... We couldn't drive him away. Now he is guarding the door of the tent."
"Why do you still accept a beggar as your godson?" Yan Xianglang said as a joke, not thinking that Shi Fei's body was just over 22 years old, and it was outrageous to let a six or seven-year-old child accept him as his godfather.
Shi Fei had already gotten down from the couch before he had finished listening.
"What are you doing?" Yan Xianglang asked as he looked at him wearing a fur coat.
"Go get him."
"Okay, okay, you take a rest, I'll go."
Shi Fei's mind flashed with the image of the little wolf cub's stubborn face, and he shook his head, "I have to go."
Only if he goes will the little wolf cub follow.
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Shi Fei walked on the snow and came to the outskirts of the military camp, where he saw a small person squatting in the distance. He was wearing a new jacket on his upper body, and his lower body had only a torn black cloth covering his two skinny legs.
The patrolling soldier saw him, stopped, and called out, "Sir."
The soldier guarding the camp heard it, turned around and saw Shi Fei, and shouted: "Sir!"
Then a soldier forcefully put the cotton-padded jacket of an adult man on the child and said anxiously, "I told you that the gentleman asked us to give you this jacket. He will come to find you when he wakes up, but you didn't believe me. Look, he's been freezing for so long! What do you want?"
Of course what the soldiers said was a lie. The teacher was unconscious, so they couldn't get the message through, and they couldn't take this stranger to the barracks without permission. But seeing him waiting in the snow without crying or making a fuss was pitiful, so they wanted to give him some clothes, but he refused to wear them and kept freezing.
Shi Fei did not correct it, because the little wolf cub had already believed him when he saw him and was willing to be wrapped up by the soldiers.
He stood up, not daring to go in, and watched the man walk towards him quietly.
Then the man came up to him and held out his hand to him, "Would you like to warm yourself by the fire in my tent?"
The little wolf cub shook his head, said nothing, and stretched out his hand.
The clenched fist slowly opened, revealing two wolf fangs on it, strung with a black rope.
"Send it sir. Rope, dyed with wolf...blood."
Since ancient times, wolf teeth and wolf blood have been used to ward off evil and ensure safety.
Shi Fei's eyes were filled with a smile. He squatted down and said, "I don't have the strength. Please put it on for me."
After saying this, he lowered his head.
The wolf cub spoke slowly and stuttered, but his body movements were agile. After getting the message, he immediately put on the wolf tooth necklace he made for the man.
"Thank you." Shi Fei touched the wolf's fang on his chest, then returned the coat that the soldier had given to the child, picked up the child, and wrapped him in a fur coat.
"Sir! Sir!" The soldiers who were reluctant to let the military advisor do any physical work were anxious, "Are you going back to the tent? I'll carry him!"
"No need, I can still carry you." The gentleman said in a gentle voice and walked towards the tent.
The child felt warm, and lay on the master's chest, motionless and silent, with only a pair of bright black eyes blinking.
After entering the tent and being laid down, I was no longer cold.
But the whole room was filled with the bitter smell of medicine.
The wolf cub frowned his brows, which had not yet grown, and pursed his lips.
Gradually, a sad expression appeared on his face uncontrollably.
Yan Xianglang, who had been following Shi Fei to read gossip, laughed out loud.
The wolf cub started to cry and tried to push Yan Xianglang, but couldn't.
Then he heard Shi Fei's laughter again. The wolf cub was stunned for a moment, put away his hands, and stood obediently with his legs together.
But the tears are still falling.
"Why are you crying?"
The wolf cub stammered twice, and stared at the master's face with his dark and bright eyes filled with tears, "Master... is sick..."
Yan Xianglang laughed even louder. Although it seemed like he was mocking the child, he actually found the child's reaction funny.
"He feels sorry for you!" Yan Xianglang explained.
Shi Fei wet the cloth with warm water and wiped the wolf cub's face.
You don't know until you wipe it. Once you wipe it, you will find that under the gray dust and mud, her face is white and tender, but skinny, without much flesh, and her facial features have not fully developed.
Yan Xianglang's explanation was a little disdainful: "It's a bit ugly, like a firewood."
The little wolf cub's tears fell even more. Shi Fei glanced at his own counselor, who stopped talking nonsense.
"I don't mind." Shi Fei knew what the little wolf cub was thinking, "I finally wiped your face clean, you can't cry anymore."
The little wolf cub immediately held back his tears.
Then, Shi Fei picked up the wolf fang on his chest and asked, "How did you get it?"
The little wolf cub swallowed his sobs, then his eyes were firm and serious, with a hint of seeking praise: "I, beat him."
Then, under his guidance and the wolf cub's stammering description, Shi Fei understood the general process.
It was this kid who went up the mountain and killed a wolf in such cold weather and with such thick snow. He sold all the wolf's skin and flesh, except for its fangs and blood.
After saying that, the child gave the silver he got from selling his goods to Shi Fei.
Shi Fei: “…”
How could a kid who couldn't even win a fight in Beggar Alley be able to fight a wolf single-handedly and win in just half a year?
Seeing that Shi Fei didn't take his money, the child was so anxious that he stuffed it directly into his collar.
Shi Fei sighed, took out the silver, held it in his hand, and asked his doubts.
Unexpectedly, the doubt in the wolf cub's eyes was deeper than his own:
"I'm very strong. No one can beat me. I fight with them every day." So, why does the gentleman think that he can't beat wolves?
Shi Fei:?
I remembered that every time we met, he had never been hurt, so I naturally thought that no one bullied him.
But in fact, how could a little beggar not be bullied? Not only would children want to bully him, but even adults passing by might take it out on him. He just won all the fights, so he never got hurt.
Yan Xianglang looked at the child on the left, then looked at Shi Fei on the right, and then said something that was not shameless: "It's a good seedling, take it."
Yan Xianglang’s proposal was a good one. Shi Fei appreciated the boy’s talent and wanted to adopt him.
Unexpectedly, she was still not happy about it. She lowered her head and dared not look at him. She stammered, "I will, cause trouble for you, sir."
"No one dares to cause trouble to me." Shi Fei took the silver that the wolf cub insisted on giving him, "If you give me money, I have to take you in and raise you. If you don't want to, I will give this silver back to you."
The wolf cub was anxious again, "No, no, I will follow the master."
Shi Fei's eyes were filled with a smile, "What's your name?"
The child shook his head. "No, I don't remember."
A cold wind blew outside the curtain.
"From now on, your name will be Ling Feng."
Since then, there was a little figure in the military camp who practiced martial arts with the soldiers, but the training time was only one hour, so every day, most of the time, this little figure was the teacher's little tail, wherever the teacher went, he went.
Even the most confidential military intelligence reports were brought to him by the gentleman.
They were raised like this for a few months. When summer came, the little wolf cubs were clean and had meat. They were also found to be about seven or eight years old.
His face is so soft and funny, and the soldiers love to tease him when they have nothing to do.
The little wolf cub was no longer wary of everyone as he was at the beginning, and now treated them as family members. They practiced martial arts together, went fishing and swimming in the stream, and hunted in the mountains together.
Whenever the little wolf cub found something good, hunted something, or learned some new moves, he would run back to the barracks and tell his master about it. Sometimes he would even bring roasted fish, meat, or rabbits to his master, stuff them into his hands, and run away, saying, "Master! I roasted them! They're so delicious! I want more! I'm going to practice martial arts!"
The little wolf cub has gradually stopped stuttering. According to Shi Fei's question, he learned it from a certain soldier brother: "His sister stutters, but if she says three words, three words loudly, she won't stutter anymore."
So, now every time the little wolf cub speaks, he speaks three words at a time, and with great confidence and a loud voice.
Not long after the beginning of the summer heat, Shi Fei began to teach the little wolf cub swordsmanship.
Unlike the drills led by the uncle generals, this was taught by the teacher.
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