Consultante de vie de la dynastie Song du Sud

Chapitre 25

"Then we can only save one!"

“Then I’ll save that king, because if I save him, he can save many farmers like him.” Ye Yan pondered for a while longer. “Haha, Ye Yan’s analysis is quite unique! But if that farmer dies, don’t you feel guilty?”

“This…” Ye Yan said with difficulty.

"Yu Zhou, what about you!" Qing Xing pointed at Yu Zhou, but her eyes were on Yuan Yang.

Yu Zhou stepped forward and said, "I will fill in the river."

"What do you mean?" Teacher Qingxing asked with great interest.

“Teacher, you’re setting a trap for us. No matter what we say, it’s wrong. But the issue isn’t who to save, but how to save them. If I save one of them, they’ll still fall into the river. It’s a waste of my time. I’m teaching them how to fish rather than giving them fish,” Yu Zhou said leisurely.

"Yu Zhou, could you explain this to me? I think Ye Yan still doesn't quite understand what this means," Qing Xing said to Yu Zhou, seeing Ye Yan's confused expression.

“‘Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.’ This means that it’s better to teach someone how to learn than to simply impart knowledge. The principle is actually very simple: the fish is the goal, and fishing is the means. A fish can satisfy hunger for a while, but it cannot satisfy hunger in the long run. If you want to have fish to eat forever, you must learn how to fish.” Yu Zhou said slowly, actually wanting to see Shen Si’s reaction. But Shen Si looked at her calmly.

However, the light in Jing Xieshang's eyes grew even more terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her.

"So, Xuanyuan, I understand. You're actually saying that it's better for me to marry you than for you to marry me, right?" Ye Yan said excitedly, completely unaware of Yu Zhou's meaning.

"Brother Ye, you've misunderstood, it's not..." Yu Zhou hurriedly explained. But he was interrupted by another action of Ye Yan.

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(*^__^*) Hehe... I was reading other novels, some of which were uploaded late at night. Sorry about that~~~~~

[Kidnapping]

"Ye Yan, why are you kissing me!" Yu Zhou felt like she was going crazy; he was actually kissing her.

"I love you, that's why I kissed you, Xuanyuan!" She finished speaking and ran away like a shy bride. Yu Zhou touched his cheek, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Teacher Qingxing, is there anything I can help you with?" After the class ended, Yu Zhou was about to leave, but Qingxing stopped him.

"Your next match is Cuju (ancient Chinese football)." Teacher Qingxing handed a ball to Yuzhou.

"You mean the second match is Cuju (ancient Chinese football)?" Yu Zhou asked again, holding the ball.

"Yes, I think Xuanyuan should understand what we mean." Teacher Qingxing smiled, still as refined as ever.

"If our Chongru Academy loses this time, we will never have another chance to turn things around," Yu Zhou said cautiously.

“Yes, this is Xuanyuan’s only chance.” Teacher Qingxing looked at Yu Zhou meaningfully. “I’ve thought about your relationship with Yuan Yang. Now that your wife is here, I feel bad about separating you two. But there are academy rules that I can’t break.” Teacher Qingxing continued.

"Teacher, I understand. But what if we use martial arts in this game of Cuju?" Yu Zhou said worriedly.

"Don't worry, martial arts are prohibited in this match," Teacher Qingxing replied. Oh, I see! But Yu Zhou was still a little flustered. Cuju is football, and although she was very athletic in her previous life, she was breathless after walking just a few steps in this body.

"Actually, I really want to know why I'm always the one who finds out about the competition first," Yu Zhou asked, voicing his question.

"Haha, actually, the others all have some connection to the royal family or the court, but only you, Yu Xuanyuan..." Teacher Qingxing explained with a smile. But that didn't make sense either. Her father, Yu Zhou, was also the prime minister; how could she not have connections to the court!

“Yu Zhou, you don’t have to participate in this agreement, but it’s an agreement between families and royalty, and they have to win. You, however, can stand by and watch. You’re the first person in a thousand years to remain uninvolved,” Teacher Qingxing explained. Yu Zhou suddenly understood; there was no loss in not participating in this bet.

After listening to Teacher Qingxing's words, Yu Zhou stepped out of the Chongru Academy. However, a strange fragrance wafted into Yu Zhou's nose. She tried to cover her nose alertly, but someone had already grabbed her from behind and drugged her.

"Hua Qianmo, isn't this a bad thing? What will happen when Yu Zhou wakes up?" A hint of worry flashed across Ye Yan's handsome face. He was afraid that Yu Zhou would ignore her.

"You little rascal, you have the desire but not the guts. Once the deed is done, he won't be able to say anything," Hua Qianmo continued to urge Ye Yan. Ye Yan nodded in agreement.

"You idiot, come help me!" Meng Tianfang, standing to the side, was stunned. He hadn't expected these two to be so bold. They were going to use force.

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Meng Tianfang said, looking at the stunningly beautiful face in Ye Yan's arms.

"You idiot, don't think I don't know. You repressed pervert, you've hidden Yu Zhou's portrait in your blanket and looked at it countless times a day, even sleeping with it in your arms. You've been thinking about it for days, haven't you?" Ye Yan said wickedly. Meng Tianfang's face turned bright red, and he couldn't utter a word.

"Feng Youhuang, you don't need to look anymore, come out." Hua Qianmo sneered. A man in purple clothes emerged from the bamboo forest. His face held a touch of allure.

"Hmph, despicable man," Feng Youhuang said disdainfully.

"You're no better. Isn't that a sleeping potion in your hand? We're all cut from the same cloth," Hua Qianmo said sarcastically, looking at the bottle in Hua Qianmo's hand. The bottle in his hand contained the most potent sleeping potion in the world.

"You!" Feng Youhuang had no choice but to reluctantly put away the bottle.

"Since we've seen it, let's all come together," Ye Yan said foolishly. Actually, he didn't want to say it that way; he didn't want others to share Yu Zhou's beauty, but since they'd seen it, he had to. Hua Qianmo suddenly realized that choosing Ye Yan was a huge mistake.

While in a coma, Yu Zhou vaguely heard some conversations. She now felt like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. These butchers were then assigning roles: who would take the pig's leg and who would take the pig's head.

But the medicine was still taking effect, and Yu Zhou couldn't do anything about it. If he hadn't been born with exceptionally keen senses, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

"Hurry up, if other people see us, we'll get one less share," Hua Qianmo said helplessly. Yu Zhou was even more exasperated. What was all this nonsense! They were thinking so far ahead.

"Yes, Brother Hua is right! You pighead, hurry up." Ye Yan also agreed. Feng Youhuang, who was standing to the side, had no choice but to lend a hand and stuff Yu Zhou into the sack.

The two men lifted Yu Zhou onto the carriage like a pig.

However, Ye Yan was pulled aside by Meng Tianfang, who said, "Yan, what if the young master knew about this?"

"Even if it's the young master, I'm not afraid," Ye Yan said righteously. He appeared fearless, and although Meng Tianfang was worried, his beloved was in the carriage, so he didn't ask any further questions. He couldn't worry about anything else now.

"Have you two finished whispering? Hurry up and get in the carriage!" Hua Qianmo urged. Actually, he had just forgotten about driving the carriage himself. But he was afraid of Ye Yan and Meng Tianfang's martial arts skills, so he had no choice!

Zhan Ge leaned against the tree and said to Xiao Han with a smile, "These little mice are getting restless."

"You're a big rat too," Xiao Han said coldly, his face dark and grimy.

"Tsk tsk! Xiao Han, you're angry. That's rare!" Zhan Ge continued to tease, but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone.