Chapter 154: Gathering the Strengths of Hundreds of Schools
Facing Rong Qi's question, Gu Feixue seemed a little surprised:
"Of course we need carrier pigeons to deliver messages, what else can we do?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Qi finally looked at Gu Feixue, took out a special bamboo whistle from his sleeve, and blew it towards the sky. A sound like a bird's chirping came from the whistle.
Not long after, a carrier pigeon was seen flying towards them.
Gu Feixue was delighted when she saw this and was about to take it, but then she seemed to remember something and said:
"By the way, Rong Qi, do you know what to do if I want to send a letter to someone in the palace?"
This time, Rong Qi stared at Gu Feixue for a long while before saying:
"No matter where they are, as long as Xue Ge smells something with their scent on it, it will be delivered to them."
Smell? Yes, she still had the letter from Yuchi Shuo last year.
"Thank you. I'll make you something delicious tomorrow."
Afterwards, Gu Feixue returned to the carriage with the carrier pigeon in the face of Rong Xing's condemning expression.
"Master, who in the palace is she writing to?"
Rong Xing couldn't help but wonder, did the Gu family have acquaintances in the palace? Then why did no one help the Gu family when they were exiled?
But Rong Qi's voice was quite meaningful:
"Every year during the Spring Festival, a pigeon would fly to the Gu family."
Rong Xing was stunned when he heard this. Could it be that Gu Feixue has been in contact with people in the palace over the years?
Gu Feixue returned to Gu's carriage mountain and found Yuchi Shuo's letter from last year in the corner of Gadari.
Gu Feixue originally wanted to burn it, after all, it would be troublesome if it leaked out. However, the other members of the Gu family disagreed, saying that it was the prince's belongings and should be kept safe, so she gave up.
"Good Xuege, you must be familiar with the smell and hand the letter to me."
As she spoke, Gu Feixue tied the letter paper she had drawn to the pigeon's feet.
After she got familiar with the smell, she released the pigeon.
I hope it can be delivered to Yuchi Shuo, so that it won’t be in vain that she is still concerned about this matter after fleeing so far away.
Thinking of this, Gu Feixue couldn't help but feel a little funny.
Back then, for the sake of a glass cup, she agreed to communicate with Yuchi Shuo through letters.
He said that the letter was a response to the other party's confusion about terraced fields and the plague.
Who would have thought that in the letters he received over the years, not only did she not answer any of his questions, but they also often argued with each other, and it seemed like they were pen pals if it got out.
Thinking of this, Gu Feixue dug out the glass cup from that year.
Not only is this thing extremely valuable, it is also a tribute. Gu Feixue dared not sell it for anything else, so she could only take it with her.
Considering that she can now make glass by herself, this glass cup is nothing big.
Thinking of this, he poured hot water into the glass cup. Gu Feixue tasted it and found that it did have a unique flavor.
In particular, the color of the glass cup, projected onto the ground under the reflection of the sun, looks colorful, like a painting.
Wait, that’s not right. This seems to be a painting, right?
I saw a graceful flower shadow appear on the ground. Reflected by the ripples in the glass cup, it looked like a flower swaying in the water, so beautiful.
"The tribute from the Western Regions is indeed well-deserved."
Gu Feixue turned her head and saw Rong Qi approaching her without her knowing.
"Aren't you curious why the tribute is in my hands?"
Gu Feixue was a little surprised to see Rong Qi looking at the shadow on the ground without any surprise on his face.
"Why are you curious? You couldn't have stolen it."
Gu Feixue heard this and said unhappily:
"That is, unless I don't want to die."
"This was given to me by Yuchi Shuo back then. He said he was thanking me for helping him deal with the disaster. Come to think of it, you got a share."
After all, apart from her terraced field plague measures, if Rong Qi hadn't been there to provide medical advice, those patients wouldn't have recovered so quickly.
Gu Feixue was just being polite, but she didn't expect Rong Qi to shift his gaze from the ground and look at her:
"Are you willing to give me the glass cup?"
Gu Feixue was stunned when she heard this, then hesitated for a moment before saying generously:
"I can give it to you, just don't tell Yuchi Shuo."
If anyone thought she sold the tribute to Rong Qi, that would be illegal.
Rong Qi has helped the Gu family so many times, so naturally she would be willing to give him just a glass cup.
The clarity in Gu Feixue's eyes made Rong Qi stunned.
He then looked straight at the glass cup in Gu Feixue's hand and said:
"A gentleman does not take away what others like. Since it was given to you by the prince, there is no reason for others to take it away."
After saying that, Rong Qi said goodbye to Gu Feixue and turned back to his carriage.
Seeing this, Gu Feixue was completely confused, but it was better if Rong Qi didn't do it, so that she wouldn't be blamed for buying and selling tribute in the future.
After dinner, the group continued on their journey.
After entering Linzhou, the road becomes more and more rugged. After all, although Linzhou is called Linzhou, there are not many green plants in the state. Instead, the ravines and mountain roads are rugged and winding, and there are many stone roads.
If the Gu family's carriage had not been of good quality, it would have fallen apart before it had even traveled halfway.
At this time, Rong Xing was driving his carriage alongside the Gu family's carriage. Gu Feixue heard Rong Qi's voice coming from the other carriage:
"The further north you go, the harder the roads become. The passes are more restrictive, and ordinary people can't get through. Especially in the border towns, only the centurion's family members are allowed to enter. Do you have a token?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Feixue opened the curtain and said:
"Yes, my master gave me a token when he left Liangcheng. I think it should be possible to pass through."
The master naturally refers to Zheng Yannian. After all, the martial arts that Gu Feixue is practicing now is the unnamed martial arts given by Zheng Yannian.
Seeing that there was no sound from Rong Qi, Gu Feixue lowered the curtain again.
Who knew that after a long time, she heard a voice from the side:
"You have many masters."
If it weren't for Gu Feixue's profound internal strength, she would have thought she had misheard.
Thinking that he had also learned the medical skills of the Rong family before, he did not refute:
"Isn't it possible to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools?"
Back then, she was in a cave on the cliff and worshipped a deceased master.
Besides, the pages of books in Taoyuan are not necessarily all written by the Shennong tribe. Didn’t the Rong family also learn knowledge from others?
"What a wonderful sentence that combines the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought."
This time, there was no hint of sarcasm in Rong Qi's words, but instead there was more admiration.
Gu Feixue couldn't help but click her tongue when she heard that.
This was the first time Rong Qi spoke in this tone. Perhaps it was because the Shennong people were proficient in all the medicine in the world, and even in martial arts and disguise, so their knowledge also brought some arrogance.
Although Rong Qi and Rong Xing did not show it deliberately, she could feel that they were slightly distant from other people, and even when facing her, they did not treat her as an equal.
Rong Qi was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he looked at her like an apprentice. It was obvious that he didn't teach her much knowledge, and most of her knowledge was obtained from reading books.
Gu Feixue was a little surprised to be praised so highly by Rong Qi at this moment.
It seems that the Rong family is not that arrogant, it's just that the views and perspectives of ordinary people are difficult for them to agree with.
But I guess it’s not their fault, after all, there are too few people in the Shennong tribe.
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