Chapter 165 Fei Wuji·Sun Shuao (four thousand two)

How many people are there in Chu State...

Looking into the distance, Feng Yun was in a trance.

Looking at the bustling traffic, the prosperous place, and the red fields all over, I unconsciously seem to be overlooking the years. Due to the evil of being captured, my heart is missing a breath, letting out the turbid energy and gaining clarity.

"The Kingdom of Chu...is a good place, with blue roads and blue roads. From the wilderness, a vast land has been opened up, nurturing the southern people to multiply and live, and leading to civilization. The eyes of its people have been countless from ancient times to the present."

"Tens of thousands, endless?"

Zhaoyang was slightly stunned with a cold face and lowered his head.

"Master Feng is worthy of being famous all over the country. Even our country of Chu has many virtuous and famous gentlemen."

Zhaoyang led his horse and headed towards the Chu Palace.

At this time, the escort team came from the front, and the Chu people around them gave way.

The leader of the group paid homage to Mr. Feng: "Good morning, Mr. Feng. Mr. Chu ordered me to invite Mr. Feng to go to the Palace of Classical Records of the State of Chu to stay temporarily. When the king and Dr. Sun discuss the matter of water control and diversion, please invite Mr. Feng again..."

Feng Yun is familiar with the name Sun Shuao...

Shun was born in the countryside...Guan Yiwu was raised as a scholar, Sun Shu'ao was raised in the sea...Therefore, when Heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to a person, he must first...

"Their mind and will are strained, their muscles and bones are strained, their skin is hungry, their bodies are depleted, and their actions are disturbed by their behavior. Therefore, if they are tempted to endure, they have benefited what they could not..."

"What is Mr. Feng talking about?" The man saw that Feng Yun was muttering and it was hard to hear his voice, so he asked.

Feng Yun shook his head gently.

"Nothing, please ask someone to lead the way."

"please."

"etc……"

Zhaoyang waved the man away, cupped his fists and said to Feng Yun: "The strategy of a country is ahead, Zhaoyang has no choice but to capture Lord Feng and return him to Chu. Now that Zhaoyang enters the palace, he will do his best to protect Lord Feng in Chu."

There was some hope in Zhaoyang's eyes.

Feng Yun knew clearly that this was an invitation to serve in the Chu Kingdom.

Feng Yun asked back: "Commander, look at this prosperous capital of Ying. I, an outsider, am amazed at this prosperous capital. I know very little about its rules. How can I live and work in peace and contentment immediately?"

"Moreover, Lord Chu also invited me to live in the Palace of Classics. Why is this?"

Without waiting for Zhaoyang to answer, Feng Yun said: "This is because Chu Jun doesn't know much about Yu either. He only knows that Yu used to be a keeper of history and slept in a pile of books."

Fengjun was politely rejecting Zhaoyang, and at the same time told Zhaoyang that Chu State was Chujun's place, and it was Chujun who could really make the decision.

After Zhaoyang heard this, he bowed silently to Feng Yun, and then handed the reins in his hand to the previous person.

"Zhaoyang bids farewell to Mr. Feng for now."

Feng Yun felt a little strange, looking at Zhaoyang's retreating figure with doubts in his eyes.

The soldiers on the side looked at him and explained: "Sima is a person in the Chu Kingdom who highly respects the virtues of Lord Feng."

Saying this, the scholar led the horse.

"This horse is Sima's war horse. If Sima hadn't personally delivered it to Yu, Yu would never have dared to get close."

After Feng Yun heard this, he looked at the black horse. It had a strong body and a shiny luster...

Soon, the painted red door of the Chu State Classics Palace came into view.

Looking at the eaves and walls... compared to the other countries Feng Yun had seen, the Chu State's Classics Palace was more than ten times larger.

"Fengjun, there are ten halls in the Chu State Classical Palace, divided into categories."

"The king ordered to treat Lord Feng with the courtesy of an official, so Lord Feng can stay temporarily in the side hall, where he can see the books in the first to ninth halls, and there will be six slaves, four servants to serve him day and night, plus eight guards, to accompany Lord Feng when he goes out...

"

When he stepped into the Palace of Classical Books, he was surrounded by countless scholars who took out a silk book and handed it to Feng Yun.

"This is an order. Lord Feng can use this as his identity when he is in Chu State. I hope Lord Feng will keep it under his personal care."

Feng Yun looked pale and coughed a few times. The chill in his waist was really cold.

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Chu for the hospitality, and I would also like to thank you for your guidance. However, I am ill and cannot go to see these placements one by one for the time being. Please feel free to invite me."

Hearing the sound, the man chuckled and bent his head.

"It's because I was stupid and didn't see that Feng Jun was tired, so I will arrange for him to rest."

Immediately, he turned around and said to a group of servants who were coming: "Go, quickly prepare for Lord Feng..."

"promise!"

He relied on his power and treated his servants very proudly.

From then on, Feng Yun could also see some of the situation in Chu State.

Just like when he was in Yuyue, Sergeant Fan once said that he was from Jingchu, but because of the dictatorship of the powerful elites in the Chu state, it was difficult for ordinary people to become officials, so he went to Yuyue to find a livelihood.

From this point of view, it is indeed true.

When entering the side hall, the scholar complimented Feng Yun a few more words and prepared to leave.

Feng Yun said: "I don't know how my attendant, the barbarian boy, can enter the Palace of Classics. It's convenient for me to use."

Na Shi hurriedly said that he would ask Commander Zhaoyang. Feng Yun nodded, and Na Shi slowly retreated.

Feng Yun breathed out a cold breath and was about to take off his clothes. When he looked at the injury on his waist, he saw two servants coming forward and looking at them. The girls had thin faces, and they were both no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

"If you can, go ahead and boil some ginger water."

"No." The two of them looked at each other with some anxiety in their eyes, but they also stepped back together.

In this way, Feng Yun had to sit down.

"Mr. Chu, you probably won't kill me, but I... have no intention of becoming an official."

Feng Yun did not ask Zhaoyang about the praise.

He knew very well that if Baoxiang died in Yangyue, Yangyue and Hubei would definitely go to war, giving Chu an opportunity that must not be missed.

This is the future of a country. In order to expand, Chu State can only do this.

"I don't know who would do this. It's really unethical..."

Fighting for profit, people's hearts are hypocritical, and the land they gain will also gain the country. If it is not implemented, it will eventually collapse. If this poisonous strategy is exposed, in this era where "Zhou Rites" is the country, there will be a group of attacks.

"The policy of harming people and harming the country is too ruthless. Even if he kills all the outsiders who know about it, how can he deceive himself? Why don't he kill himself too?"

"Uh..." Feng Yun carefully reviewed the death of Baoxiang and also checked the injuries.

At this time, the white and tender waist was covered in blue and purple, faintly filled with coldness, and looked like a spirit turtle.

"It is almost the same as the cold poison in Mr. Ouye's waist, but it has the addition of Yu Qiang's Taoist rhyme, Taoist rhyme, and spirituality. Now it can be called a big poison."

"And this spirit is controlled by someone."

Zhaoyang…

Although it was said that the poison was created unconsciously, or Zhaoyang didn't know what a poison was at all, according to what Feng Yun had learned, it was a poison.

The cold Gu seals a person's kidney energy and interrupts the movement of the five elements. In addition, this Yu Qiang Dao rhyme and stagnation of Xuan Wen Qi make it difficult for him to use strange techniques.

However, Zhaoyang, who used this technique, was afraid that he would not feel comfortable at this time, and both parties would suffer losses.

"Fengjun, Jiang Shui is here..."

The servant brought the tray, placed the pot and pottery bowl on the low table beside the couch, and slowly poured the tea.

Feng Yun looked at the ginger water and passed it over...

Take a sniff in front of your nose, stare slightly, cough lightly, and put down the water as if nothing happened.

"These months are the peach production season. I wonder if they are available in Chu country?"

Hearing the sound, the servant nodded.

"Then go find some."

"promise."

After the servant left, Feng Yun picked up the jar and smelled it.

"There is poison on the bowl, but luckily nothing happens in the jar."

Feng Yun wrote the "Shen Nong Baicao Jing". Although he did not fully understand the more than 100 medicines in the book, he was familiar with their medicinal properties. Just by smelling them, he knew they were poisonous.

At this time, it can be regarded as an avoidance.

I just don’t know who did it.

At this time, Long Yuan was captured by Zhao Yang. Feng Yun could only stretch out his hand, bite the flesh lightly, blood dripped out, and fell into the jar...

A weak Wen Qi emerged, and Feng Yun frowned slightly, but still used all his strength to use this small amount of Qi to transform the ginger in the ginger tea and emerge the Yang of Yimu.

He put his hand into the jar, and on the wound, the yang of the armor and wood turned into Gu, which merged into the blood and flowed to the heart.
To be continued...