It's not good to be a priest of heaven

300 years later.

Kingdom of Jin, Royal Martial Arts Field.

Right now, a 12-point martial arts competition is being held in the martial arts training ground. The emperor, empress and concubines are sitting in rows, banners and banners are flying, and the civil and military soldiers of the Manchu dynasty are displayed on both sides. The scene is so grand and solemn.

It was Yang Ling, His Highness the Ninth Prince of the Jin Kingdom, who was on the field right now. He turned around and pulled out three golden feathered arrows from the quiver cleanly, and he drew the bow and set the arrows in one go.Accompanied by a soft "咻", the golden feather arrow pierced through the wind.Then he quickly drew out another golden-feathered arrow, tapped his toe, jumped up from the ground, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot out the fourth golden-feathered arrow following the first three arrows.

In the next second, three golden-feathered arrows were accurately pierced into the center of the target, and the fourth golden-feathered arrow also hit the heart of the target, piercing the target's red heart.

Yang Ling raised his lips and smiled, threw the longbow in his hand to the attendants at the side, and strode down to the training ground to sit quietly at the side.

The eldest prince Yang Xun gave Yang Ling a disdainful glance, grabbed the longbow from the attendant, and similarly drew out three golden feathered arrows as if venting, drew the bow fully, and glared angrily at the target in front of him.

"call out!"

Two golden-feathered arrows hit the red heart, but the other golden-feathered arrow pierced the outer circle of the red heart of the target due to lack of aim and strength, and the feathered arrow fell directly from the target when blown by the wind.

Seeing this scene, the eldest prince Yang Xun's face turned green, he turned his head and gave Yang Ling a hard look at Yang Ling who was sitting leisurely in the audience.

Seeing that Yang Ling still dared to raise his eyebrows and look at him, Yang Xun's face turned darker immediately, but he still had to take into account the face of the royal family, so he angrily threw the longbow in his hand to the attendant at the side, and shook his sleeves. off the field.

Si Nan was holding a stack of books and passed by the martial arts training ground under the guidance of the eunuch at the front. He raised his eyes and took a deep look at the person sitting at the bottom of the training ground with his head on one hand and a smile on his mouth.

The little eunuch turned around and saw him staring at the martial arts field, so he explained: "Today, the emperor summoned some princes to compete with the young and promising generals in the court, and the scene is very lively."

Si Nan lowered his eyes, replied softly, "Yes", and walked forward on his own.

The little eunuch looked at his back strangely. This Mr. Si is talented and talented, but his temper is too cold. Could this be the aloofness of a scholar that people often say? ?The little eunuch shook his head. These were not things he should think about. Seeing that Sinan had already walked a long distance, he quickly stepped up to catch up.

A few days ago, a man named Si Nan wrote an article on water conservancy. This article pointed out the current problems in the construction of water conservancy in Jin State, and also proposed corresponding solutions.Therefore, when this policy theory was handed over to the emperor of Jin, the emperor immediately sent someone overnight to find out who this Sinan was, and wanted to recruit him into the palace as an official, but this Sinan refused. The emperor's invitation only said that the ambition is not here.

The emperor thought about it, since he didn't want to wear an official robe, he couldn't force it, but he really didn't want to let him leave the state of Jin, so he proposed a compromise method, let him enter the palace as a gentleman to teach several Prince.What he didn't expect was that Sinan unexpectedly agreed to the proposal.

The emperor immediately breathed a sigh of relief and agreed. After all, if he did not agree, such a talent would never let him leave the Jin country. Otherwise, it would be bad if he was recruited by other countries and turned around to deal with them. up.So either put this person under house arrest, or execute him secretly. In short, it is absolutely impossible for him to leave safely.

With the book in his hand, Sinan walked forward without stopping.

In this life, Liyang is the Ninth Prince of this country, so he just needs to watch him from afar.

During the six months in the mortal world and Shen Junchao in his previous life, it took him 300 years to get out of that hurtful relationship.

He spent those countless days and nights in endless thoughts. Sometimes when he woke up from a hangover, he would feel that he was still by his side, playing chess with him, talking and laughing happily with him...

However, when the reality returns, there is only endless pain and heartbreak...

So in this life, he wasn't sure if he really had the courage to send him away with his own hands again...

Since he knew that he would leave, it would be better not to invest so much emotion from the beginning, just treat him as the God of Restoration, and just watch him from a distance, patiently waiting for Liyang to come back.

Ninth Highness, Yang Ling, was sitting in the audience, watching boredly, young heroes taking turns on the field.The tenth princess, Yang Qingwan, ran to Yang Ling's side, shook his arm, and said in a low voice, "Ninth brother, I heard that the gentleman who wrote a peerless policy theory and was praised by the emperor for his amazing talent has entered the palace."

Yang Ling turned his head and looked at her opening and closing mouth seriously and began to read the lips. Only then did he know what she was talking about, and then responded with interest, "Really?"

Yang Qingwan nodded affirmatively, "Father also arranged for him to teach us the art of war tomorrow."

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows and said: "He even knows the art of war. It seems that this gentleman has studied a lot." I just don't know if it's superficial or well-deserved, heh, let's see if I try it tomorrow.

The next day, Si Nan Duan came to the study hall upright, first greeted the princes and princesses according to the rules of the world, and then spoke about the art of war in a serious manner.

He is meticulous in thinking, clear in logic, and the art of war is eloquent. He perfectly explained the sixteen-character motto in the art of war that "when the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy is stationed, we harass, when the enemy is tired, we attack, and when the enemy retreats, we pursue".

Yang Ling tapped his fingers on the table, looking at the new teacher with interest.

When get out of class was over, Sinan sorted out the books, bid farewell to the princes and princesses indifferently, then turned around and left the study hall.

Yang Ling rolled his eyes, stood up and stretched, pretending to say, "Class is finally over." Then he strode out of the study hall to chase after that gentleman.

"Sir, sir, please stay."

Si Nan's back stiffened, and he unconsciously squeezed the book in his hand.

Yang Ling walked around in front of him, "Sir, would you like to play a game of war with me?"

Si Nan slightly lowered his head not to look at him, "...not down."

Yang Ling said: "Why don't you go down? I see that the master talks about the art of war in the book, but I don't know if it's just talking about war on paper?"

Simon: "..."

Yang Ling leaned over slightly, looked at him with a smile on his lips, playing with the taste: "Or is Mr. afraid of losing?"

Si Nan raised his head and gave him a fixed look, but quickly turned his head away. He couldn't afford to lose to him...

He passed by him and was about to leave this place, but he heard a bit of unconcealable loneliness in his voice, "Do you think I'm a deaf person so you can't see and hear?"

Sinan's breathing was stagnant, his whole heart was seized fiercely, he turned around suddenly, and said deeply, "No!"

Yang Ling looked up at him indifferently, "Really?"

Si Nan replied affirmatively, "Yeah!"

Yang Ling saw that his expression was serious and did not seem to be fake, so he smiled and said: "Okay." As he spoke, he took his shoulders and walked forward together, "Come on, play a game of war chess with me, and I will treat you to dinner after the game is over .”

Si Nan looked at the hand on his shoulder, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes dodged a little, but he still led him forward.

In the Ninth Prince's Mansion, Yang Ling and Si Nan sat opposite each other.Yang Ling wanted to test the opponent's strength, and almost the whole game was focused on attacking.Sinan looked at the direction of the chess pieces on the chessboard, sighed softly in his heart, and said, "Your Highness, how long do you want to test?"