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The next morning, at dawn, Zhou Wenbai prepared a carriage outside the mansion, and arranged twenty masters to escort them in person around him.

The wind chime rose very early. After fetching water into the house to wash the master, he said, "I have a fortune telling for my master today. The hexagram says that the master will be unfavorable, so if the disciple suggests that the master should not go, will the master agree?"

"When did you learn to be divined?" The master glanced at her faintly, his tone was faint, and he felt a little helpless, "You are going to do serious business, don't make trouble."

"When did the disciple make a fuss?" Feng Ling was dissatisfied and defended himself righteously, "The disciple is also thinking about the master."

The master ignored her, tidied up his clothes and went out.

Fengling hurriedly followed from behind, "Master, we haven't had breakfast yet."

"Go to Tong Town to have a meal, Master Xin will treat you well." The master said calmly.

Good hospitality?

Feng Ling curled her lips and retorted disapprovingly, "It would be good if Master Xin didn't throw us master and apprentice out. Will he treat us well? Is the master talking in his sleep?"

"What's sleep talk?" Zhou Wenbai stood beside the carriage, listening to the wind chime with his sharp ears, and couldn't help but be curious, "Miss Ling'er said who is sleep talk?"

Fengling nodded his mouth, "My master."

"Sir?" Zhou Wenbai was surprised and twitched strangely, "How could sir talk in his sleep?"

"Just talking in a sleep," Fengling insisted, "He said Mr. Xin would treat us well. Uncle Zhou, do you think this sentence is credible? I think Mr. Xin would just use a broom to drive us out."

Zhou Wenbai was choked when he heard this and was speechless.

The master got on the carriage silently and said lightly: "If you want to follow, come up. If you don't want to follow, stay in the mansion and wait for the master to come back. Don't talk nonsense anymore."

How can people talk nonsense?

Is it good that people tell the truth?

Feng Ling curled her lips, jumped lightly, and jumped onto the carriage in an instant, "Master, you must be mentally prepared. Don't say that you are my master when you are driven out later."

Zhou Wenbai's mouth twitched.

The master leaned against the soft couch in the carriage and said lazily, "Don't say you are my apprentice."

Zhou Wenbai's mouth twitched again.

This pair of masters and apprentices... also get along in this way?

It seems not, then... I feel at ease on a whim or cultivate my feelings?

Fengling leaned on the couch and counted the days silently, calculating in his heart how long they had left Tiandu City. Is the baby in Her Majesty the Queen's belly about to be born now?

It’s almost winter. It’s time for the soldiers under Fengjiuzhou to buy clothes to protect the cold. They stay underground all year round. Will the coldest winter freeze inside?

Feng Ling raised her hand, raised three fingers to the master, then made a fingertip downward movement, and made an eight-hand gesture, meaning to ask, doesn’t Feng Jiuzhou claim to have 300,000 elite soldiers under his command?

But there were only about 80,000 people on the school grounds of the underground palace. Where did the other 200,000 people go?

The master didn't say anything, and was thinking in silence, and he also wanted to know this question.

The 300,000 elite soldiers could not be concentrated in one place, but like the huge underground palace model I saw yesterday, there would be no other one in Xunzhou.

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