Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2511 The way forward

"You really know who I'm talking about."

Murong Feilan narrowed his eyes, "Age is not a problem. Isn't he the same age as your current body?"

Ying Baoyue turned her head away, "That's different, he's still a child."

"Child?" Murong Feilan laughed, "Baoyue, are you kidding? Don't forget, if your marriage with him really went through, he would probably have his own child by now."

"Murong Feilan!"

Ying Baoyue gritted her teeth and called out his name, wanting to shut this guy's mouth.

"Sorry, sorry," Murong Feilan said seriously, "but age is not an excuse for Chunhua Jun not being able to be the Imperial Master."

"Heroes have always emerged from youth," he said seriously, "You were only fifteen years old when you led the three armies in your previous life."

"He is now the youngest Heaven-level cultivator, and with a father like that, no one would doubt that he would be able to become a second-level Son of God in the future."

Even though he was a little younger now, no one, whether cultivators or civil and military officials, dared to really look down on him. Given time, Ji Jiashu would be able to establish his own prestige.

"The Ji family originally trained him according to the standards of a national teacher. You have taken advantage of Nanchu by keeping him by your side."

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes and said, "He can indeed become a national teacher, but he is not my national teacher."

"You are right. Jiashu will become a Level 2 practitioner sooner or later." Ying Baoyue took a deep breath. "If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to become the next Son of the Black Tortoise God."

By that time, if he wanted, he could go to the Northern Wei Dynasty and become Yelu Guang's imperial teacher.

With the righteous army loyal to him in the Northern Wei Dynasty, as well as Yelu Hua and Meng Shi, Ji Jiashu will surely shine and achieve his ambitions.

"That's a matter for the future. The Northern Wei still has Xu Canghai and Tuoba Xun," Murong Feilan said calmly, "There is no one around you who is more capable than him in handling state affairs. The Former Qin needs a competent state teacher more than the Northern Wei."

"I am only at level two," Ying Baoyue said expressionlessly, "I am the person with the highest level in the Former Qin Dynasty. I don't need a national teacher. I can solve all problems by myself."

Murong Feilan's eyes turned cold, "Baoyue, do you want to tire yourself to death?"

Ying Baoyue lowered his head and sat down at the table again. "It will only take a while. Everything will be fine once it's back on track."

"You are avoiding the question," Murong Feilan stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and emphasized, "This is not your style."

"Ji Jiashu is a man from Southern Chu who stayed in the Afang Palace. He should have been busy for you these days. If you don't give him an official position, it will only tie his hands and feet."

Ying Baoyue looked down at Murong Feilan's hand.

There are many scars and calluses on it, which shows how hard he has worked these days.

If he wasn't really worried about her, such a smart person would not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.

She was silent for a moment, "Feilan, thank you."

Murong Feilan smiled, "Are you willing to tell me the truth? What are you worried about?"

"You should know."

"I can't give him what he wants."

Ying Baoyue raised her head, with mixed emotions in her eyes, "It's not fair to keep him by my side like this."

Ji Jiashu was still young, he had a wider world and more choices. She couldn't keep him by her side when she knew she couldn't respond to his feelings.

She can't.

Murong Feilan looked at Ying Baoyue's serious expression and was slightly moved.

But he did not shut up as Ying Baoyue imagined. Instead, he nodded and said, "I do know."

"But so what?"

Murong Feilan shrugged, "What do you think Ji Jiashu wants? Your position as the king's husband?"

Ying Baoyue gritted his teeth and wanted to throw this man out for the third time today.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath, repeating to herself in her heart that it was not easy for this person to come all the way here, not easy...

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"I know what you are worried about," Murong Feilan reached out and tapped Ying Baoyue's forehead, "You are in the middle of those two people, it's normal that you don't understand."

This is also the purpose of his trip today.

If this kind of thing happened normally, Ying Baoyue would be able to handle it with her sobriety. But Ying Baoyue felt guilty about Ji Jiashu. This guilt trapped her and the three of them.

"Baoyue, I'll be frank," Murong Feilan's eyes became sharp, "Even if Li Ji hadn't been in trouble today, I don't think he is suitable to be your imperial teacher."

Ying Baoyue was stunned for a moment, "You mean..."

"There is no need for two similar people to be above ten thousand people," Murong Feilan said calmly, "The king and the state teacher should be complementary."

Ying Baoyue and Li Ji have too many similarities.

These two grew up in abnormal environments, and they have outstanding combat abilities and strong minds. If they encounter the same thing, they will probably come up with the same solution.

"You and Li Ji smell very similar, both lacking a bit of humanity," Murong Feilan smiled, "A country doesn't need two people like you."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that I'm inhumane?" Ying Baoyue pretended to be angry.

Murong Feilan smiled, he knew that Ying Baoyue understood what he meant.

Before he knew Li Ji's life experience, he didn't know how to describe the strange feeling about Li Ji, but now he understood.

There is a kind of divinity in Li Ji.

It just so happened that Ying Baoyue also had it.

A nation does not need two divine beings.

If Ying and Li were placed in the same country, it would be a waste of combat power.

"For Lord Zhaohua, the best place for him is not here," Murong Feilan looked at the map behind Ying Baoyue, "it's Xirong."

"He should go to Xirong to be the national teacher and assist the White Wolf King."

Ying Baoyue's hand on the table paused slightly.

Murong Feilan was right.

She had to admit that her old friend had a very sharp eye.

"Ji Jiashu is the most suitable imperial teacher for you," Murong Feilan tapped the table with his index finger. "He is from an aristocratic family with a very good reputation. His parents are also from aristocratic families. With such a family background, both court officials and practitioners have to give him some face, which makes it convenient for him to do anything."

In other words, Ji Jiashu is very human, which just complements Ying Baoyue.

Ying Baoyue's succession to the throne as a woman was already controversial. So she needed someone who was of an orthodox background, recognized by all parties and loyal to her to be her imperial teacher.

Ji Jiashu is the best candidate.

"I know you feel guilty about him, but if you think so, you are underestimating him."

"You underestimate us practitioners."

Murong Feilan's voice turned cold. "Just as I said just now. He has been studying hard since he was young. Is it just to become your husband?"

Ying Baoyue clenched his hands suddenly on the table.

“The relationship between men and women is important, but we as practitioners have our own aspirations.”

Murong Feilan looked deeply into Ying Baoyue's eyes, "Isn't it?"

"Your master has never married in her life, but she is the only imperial master in the Qin Dynasty. Have you ever asked her if she regrets it?"

Ying Baoyue's hands began to tremble. "She never regretted it."

"Yes."

Murong Feilan knew that Ying Baoyue could figure it out. It would be better to say that she already understood it, but she was just distracted by it.

"If you really feel sorry for him, you should give him the supreme position among practitioners and a channel to display his talents."

"Since he is a talent, he should go to the place where he can best display his talents."

Whether he is the Son of Xuanwu or the Imperial Master of Northern Wei, this is not the pinnacle that Ji Jiashu can reach as a practitioner.

"I think," Murong Feilan looked down into Ying Baoyue's eyes, "you will not be satisfied with just staying in your current position, and the same goes for the people around you."

"Am i right?"

"The former king of Qin."