Feng Pei

"What then?"

The boy looked at me curiously, his eyes full of sparkling curiosity.

I looked at the boy amusedly, raised my hand to stroke his head, and said softly: "There is no later, this story is over."

The young man looked regretful and unwilling: "But the national teacher, that Feng Xue...uh, or Liu Chen, did he die in the end?"

Of course Fengxue did not die.

He was just tired of the name Fengxue, so he changed his way to practice Ling Yilin's imprisonment of him.

I still smiled: "Lin'er, it's time to rest, you should continue studying."

The boy frowned, looked at me and asked, "Master, what is your name?"

I picked up the book on the side, answered irrelevant questions, and replied softly: "It's just a story."

The boy heard this long-ago story about Fengxuelou from a young eunuch.But the little eunuch was also hearing the story, so he didn't know the specific content of the story.When I was teaching him today, he was still thinking about it, a little distracted.After hearing the reason for his distraction, I decided to tell him the story well.

The boy wanted to say something, but I tapped his forehead with the scroll, handed the book to him, reprimanded him softly, "Study hard", and picked up the teacup.

Depressedly, the young man picked up the book and began to read, muttering, "The national teacher is fooling me again. Didn't Feng Xue also tell that prince that this is just a story."

Of course he didn't see the meaningless smile I hid behind the teacup.