Xi Yan: "."

He's really not this piece of material.

Cautiously looking up to observe the expression of the priest of the temple, he saw that she looked at her indifferently: "I will finish reading this volume today and then leave." ”

"Yes."

Xi Yan accepted his fate.

The temple priest soon returned to his bookcase and ignored him.

Xi Yan spread out the scroll, frowning and thinking about the contents on it.

After a moment, he said to the temple priest in all seriousness, "I don't understand. ”

The tone is very reasonable.

He could barely recognize most of these ancient words, but he couldn't understand the meaning of the combination.

The temple priest glanced up at him, then lowered the scroll in his hand.

"For the king."

An unhurried and smooth tone came, and after a brief pause, Xi Yan quickly followed the voice of the temple priest and began to think.

When the other party's explanation was over, Xi Yan suddenly reacted - the priest of the temple was teaching him the way to be a king?!

"Lord Priest, I-"

He was about to say that he had no idea about it at all.

Before he could finish speaking, the temple priest shoved the scroll she had just studied into his bosom.

She was brief: "Schoolwork." ”

“.”

On the first day of class, Xi Yan, who went back with his homework, silently left the priest's temple.

And because he couldn't understand it, he could only seek the answers of the priests with a shy face, who had been practicing and studying all their lives, and were naturally enthusiastic about Xi Yan's rare desire for knowledge.

Then Xi Yan was even more confused.

Because the schoolwork given to him by the priest of the temple has changed from the way of being a king to the way of chivalry.

The priests also sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect the priest to choose a chivalrous way for you." ”

"The Ninth Prince has always been carefree, perhaps this is exactly what he wants."

“.”

Listening to the priests, you and I guessing the intentions of the priests of the temple one by one, Xi Yan's expression was a little inexplicable.

He always felt that she didn't mean that.

Later, Xi Yan finally finished studying the two scrolls, but he couldn't get an answer from the priest of the temple.

She just said – "It's your question for the future." ”

Thinking of her eyes that were perceptive to the future and the past, Xi Yan had no choice but to force back all the doubts.

The teaching method of the temple priests was very relaxed and free, and Xi Yan quickly got used to it after studying quietly.

Then he began to lose control of his nature.

- "My lord, Your Highness went to the restaurant to meet his friends yesterday, and only came back this morning with a smell of alcohol. ”

Duoya stood behind the priest of the temple, staring at Xi Yan in front of her with blazing eyes, complaining openly.

Xi Yan: "? ”

He lowered his head and sniffed the clothes he had just changed, and retorted confidently: "Doya, you come to smell my wine!" ”

Duo Ya snorted lightly: "Your Highness, as soon as you came back, you hurriedly covered up the evidence, naturally not!" ”

"Then you don't have evidence, aren't you slandering me!"

Both of them were obviously older than the temple priests, but they were like childish bickering children in front of her.

The temple was so lonely and empty, and the priests of the temple were surrounded only by ancient scrolls and swords, so even if they were naïve, they still enjoyed it.

Listening to their words, the temple priest slowly raised his head: "What interesting news did you get back?" ”

As soon as she spoke, the two who were still arguing stopped tacitly.

Xi Yan was smug and snorted: "It's still the priest who understands me." ”

When the words fell, he asked, "Do you know about the war on the frontier?" ”

The lost country is not big or small, and there are several neighboring countries around it that are eyeing each other, especially in the past few decades, the conflict on the border has intensified.

The priest of the temple looked at him coldly, not saying a word.

"I see."

The corners of Xi Yan's mouth twitched, and he was bored. The priest of the temple naturally knew, after all, even if she lived in seclusion, she still had eyes and ears who specially collected information from the outside world for her.

And the temple priests could see more just by looking at them.

"Have you ever heard of the general Sember, who is invincible in the Northwest Frontier and feared by the Gentiles?"

"Huh?"

The temple priest motioned for him to continue.

Xi Yan coughed: "I don't mean anything else, I just heard about him, I think this general is an interesting person, and I want to get acquainted with him." ”

"When he repels the invaders and triumphs in victory, you will be able to get acquainted with him."

"Hahaha Now in this troubled world, the frontier is in trouble, if this general can really deter the enemy, then he will definitely become a powerful general in the kingdom!"

When the temple priest heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and then under Xi Yan's frozen expression, Yu Yu withdrew his gaze.

“.？”

Xi Yan reflected on her reaction just now, no, he really guessed it, right?

He did not have time to delve into the matter, for Doya had come to report that the king had come to see the priest of the temple.

The king had to meet with the temple priest on a regular basis to communicate with her and point the way for the future of the kingdom.

Xi Yan couldn't help but think that his mediocre father's only talent was playing chess, or because it was something that had to be learned.

However, even if the king could play chess, it would be difficult for him to understand the mystery of the temple priests.

At this moment, for example, the king tried his best to control the urge to scratch his ears and cheeks, and stared at the chess game in front of him with a bitter face.

"What do you mean, Priest?"

The priest of the temple fell the last son unhurriedly, forming a trapped: "Lord of the country, there are many meanings in this, it depends on how you choose. ”

King: "."

How is it a choice?

Every time he played chess, the priest of the temple made him choose, and every time the king went back, his hair was bald, and he couldn't make any choice.

He sighed and decided to wait until he got back to ask his advisers.

As the conversation turned, the king remembered another happy thing, and could not help but share it with the priests of the temple.

"Lord Priest, God bless the lost country, the commander of the Northwest Territory, General Si Yan, is really a top general!"

"Oh?" The temple priest's eyes twitched slightly, "It seems that the lord of the kingdom admires him." ”

"Hahaha."

The king was in a good mood and responded directly, "Of course, General Sash has not only recovered the cities in the northwest territory, but is also ready to take advantage of the victory to pursue and deter the Gentiles!" ”

He only likes to enjoy, and as for the deceit in the government and politics, he doesn't understand it, and he doesn't want to do it.

And the premise of his enjoyment is the stability of the country, and Ember provides him with a stable condition, how can the king not pay attention to him.

To put it bluntly, as long as Ember doesn't want to usurp the throne, whatever he wants, the king can be satisfied.

The priest of the temple bowed his head calmly: "In this way, then I wish this general a speedy victory." ”