"I heard that he went to war and made great contributions. Master was still very happy a few years ago, but in recent years, he became sad again. I heard that the Master's apprentice went missing, and the young lady has been ill all the time. Master's life is full of bitterness."
Bai Zhi was shocked and stared dumbfounded at the maidservant in front of her. Thinking about Master Dongfang's apprentice, could it be Prince Jin?
She tried hard to stop herself from asking, so she dryly smiled: "Can I go in and look around?"
The maidservant happily nodded her head: "Okay, but I haven't cleaned the place yet, I will wait until you finish looking around."
The maidservant continued to sweep the yard, while Bai Zhi walked towards the elegant and delicate bamboo house.
The bamboo house has two floors. The inside was not large, but it was very bright. The front and rear doors were open, and the wind was blowing inside. When she closed the back door, the room became a little warm.
There was no decoration inside. It was very simple. Apart from the few old weapons hanging on the bamboo wall, there was nothing related to Hu Feng.
When she went up to the second floor, the doors and windows were closed. She pushed open the door. A strong smell of fragrant bamboo came out. The room was small, it only has a bamboo bed, a bamboo small table in the corner, and a copper basin on the top, an exquisite bamboo closet, and a small dining table with a delicate tea set on top.
Simple yet revealing low-key luxury. This was indeed very similar to Hu Feng's style.
In the drawer under the small table, she found some notebooks, the handwriting was the same as Hu Feng. She was almost certain that Dongfang Mu's apprentice was Hu Feng.
When Hu Feng mentioned his master, although he didn't see any emotion on the surface, his eyes were filled with respect.
Dongfang Mu must be a strict teacher. Only a strict teacher can produce a good apprentice.
Hu Feng said that when he went down the mountain at the age of 13, although he spent ten years with the master, he still didn't like his master, because his master was too strict and too cruel to him. He always has to study the Four Books and the Five Classics, and all the things that a prince should learn. Also, he has endless practice. If he slacks off a bit, there would be a beating waiting for him.
At the age of 9, he began to have a desire to rebel. a heart of rebellion. For this, his master became even more ruthless to him, he often beat him even though he has many injuries.
At that time, he hated Dongfang Mu, thinking of various ways to escape from Qi Yunshan. However, that night, he was in so much that he couldn't sleep. At midnight, he heard someone entering his room. He pretended to be asleep, while his master slipped in quietly. While he was asleep, his master secretly applied medicine to the wound on his body. He peeped and saw that his master's eyes were very red. He was very careful when applying the medicine. He was afraid that he might get hurt. He, such a master, and the master who beat him during the daytime seem to be two different people.
From that day on, he seemed to understand something. He never resisted again, and just completed the homework assigned by his master. Since then, he never punished him again.
However, he never understood why his master was so strict with him and never smiled at him. He would rather secretly give him medicine in the middle of the night than speak soft words in front of him.
Not until he left Qi Yunshan and went to the battlefield, he understood his master's painstaking efforts. Without those years of hardening and stern teaching, he wouldn't survive on the battlefield. His master forced teachings became his trump cards to save his life on the battlefield.
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