Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 90: The Charm of "The Art of War"

"Um... may I ask, little master, do you understand the art of war and strategy?"

In the Yikui House, after a brief silence, Ji Cunxiao spoke up again, questioning.

This was not only his own idea, but also the eager desire of Zong Lingxi and a group of students preparing to join the army. The Great Zhou army had strict control, and while lower-ranking military positions might be easier to obtain based on family background, higher-ranking positions and the ranks of generals were based on military achievements. To gain military achievements, one naturally needed to understand the art of war and lead troops in battle.

Only Bai Xuanji and He Liancheng were a bit nervous. If Xin Fuzi didn't understand the art of war or had no knowledge of it at all, it would not only be a loss of face for Yikui House, but there might also be major consequences in the assessment a few months later.

"?"

Xin Zhuo glanced at Ji Cunxiao, wondering where this kid came from and why he talked so much. Have you forgotten my identity as a mere bandit? Do you expect bandits to understand the art of war and wait to overthrow the Great Zhou dynasty?

He looked at Qin Yuliuliu and the two people behind him with cold expressions. After a moment of thought, it seemed that he had to speak up since the arrow was already on the string and he had some goods in his stomach. So he said, "The art of war, an ancient weapon, is not something I particularly enjoy.

After a great army, there will inevitably be calamitous years. War is an ominous weapon, not a weapon for gentlemen, but one that is reluctantly used."

With this statement, a unique and different teaching style from other masters emerged all at once. The expressions of the students changed immediately, and even Qin Yuliuliu, the two masters, became more focused.

"The so-called art of war is to attack the enemy's strategy first, then attack their alliances, then attack their troops, and finally attack their cities. Since ancient times, a skilled war practitioner does not seek great military achievements, but rather achieves results without causing harm to others. This is the principle."

With these words, a completely new and comprehensive summary of thoughts on war instantly refreshed people's minds and stirred their spirits.

Bai Xuanji, He Liancheng, and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes. The little master actually knows about the art of war? They moved forward a bit to listen carefully.

Ji Cunxiao and Zong Lingxi exchanged glances, feeling somewhat astonished and shocked. With just two simple sentences, this little master had a remarkable grasp of human nature. It was impossible to find any faults, so they restrained their teasing and mocking thoughts, furrowing their brows and listening carefully.

Other students had even brighter eyes, and someone was already carefully recording and transcribing these two sentences.

"May I ask, master, about the specifics?" Bai Xuanji asked.

It was hard to imagine that this cold girl, at this moment, had a slightly flushed face and was unable to contain her excitement.

The Bai family of Baiya Prefecture was a prominent aristocratic family!

"Um..."

Xin Zhuo had already started to calculate in his heart. The more ingenious his explanations were, the more confident he felt, and the higher the debt of the students. Once they matured, he would start reaping the benefits.

It's just a pity for these seven new students. Their realms are all very high, it would be a waste!

"I have 'The Art of War' and 'The Thirty-Six Stratagems' here! Let's make it clear, these military strategies cannot be spread outside, only the Autumn Palace Pavilion can possess them!"

"Of course!"

Qin Yuliufu Zi was the first to speak, with a charming expression on her face. She was in a good mood, as she hadn't encountered such refreshing and new military strategies for many years.

To the point where she actually forgot about this little scholar's identity as a bandit.

"Rustling..."

The room was filled with the sound of organizing paper and writing utensils.

"'The Art of War' consists of thirteen volumes, including the Initial Calculations, Waging War, Strategic Attacks, Military Formations, Forces and Situations, Real and False, Military Conflicts, Nine Variations, Marching, Terrain, Nine Grounds, Fire Attacks, and Espionage."

Xin Zhuo slowed down his voice: "Let's start with the first volume, Initial Calculations, first explain and then translate... Sun Tzu said: War is a matter of vital importance to the state; it is the province of life or death, the road to survival or ruin. Hence, it is imperative that it be studied thoroughly..."

The room was filled with the sound of copying and recording.

Qin Yuliufu Zi and Jiangfu Zi were initially puzzled and listening attentively, but as they progressed, their pupils contracted and sweat appeared on their foreheads. They immediately picked up their pens and followed along with the copying.

In fact, Xin Zhuo did remember the content, but if you were to ask if he truly understood it, it was all just theory on paper. After briefly explaining the first volume, he let them interpret it on their own, and then moved on to the second volume.

After finishing the two volumes, it was already noon, and the break time for the class was completely ignored.

The students in the room, including the two female scholars, were still full of energy and enthusiasm.

Xin Zhuo couldn't handle it anymore and slapped the desk: "That's enough for today!"

The students in the class raised their heads, and their gazes towards him completely changed.

It was a kind of indescribable shock, disbelief, and confusion.

Although "The Art of War" had some similarities with the military strategies of this world, it was definitely incomparable to the military strategies of this world.

This collection of military thoughts, comprehensive understanding of military affairs, and profound concepts of large-scale army operations were not only applicable to warfare, but also to interpersonal relationships, officialdom, and family prosperity.

If the "Tao Te Ching" was already shocking, then "The Art of War" was the icing on the cake. In terms of importance, it could be considered stunning. Not to mention, there were still the even stranger "Thirty-Six Stratagems" that hadn't been explained yet.

This is simply a god-like man!

Ji Cunxiao stood up vigorously, his face flushed, no longer questioning, but showing immense respect, and asked, "May I ask, Master, who is the author of this military Saint's work?"

"The Art of War by Sun Tzu, of course, it was written by the venerable Sun Tzu himself!" Xin Zhuo cleared his throat.

"Where is the venerable Sun Tzu?" Zong Lingxi also stood up, trembling slightly.

Xin Zhuo said, "He passed away thousands of years ago!"

The two looked at each other and asked, "Where did you get it, Master?"

Xin Zhuo pretended to be displeased and pointed to his own head, saying, "The original work has been destroyed, and I got it from my own mind. I am the only one in the world who knows it. Do you want me to show you my mind?"

The two realized their impoliteness and quickly paid their respects, saying, "We apologize for our rudeness!"

"Class dismissed, I'm tired!" Xin Zhuo stood up and left the classroom.

The people in the classroom were still in a daze, and Xin Zhuo's figure remained that of a young bandit, but at this moment, he seemed incredibly mysterious and knowledgeable.

Yuan Yourong stared blankly, suddenly feeling that losing to Xin Zhuo was not unjust at all. No wonder he could play with all the besieging catchers without fear. Such a knowledgeable person, even if it were the experts of the Fufeng Mansion, how many of them could match him?

...

Bai Xuanji: Debt 15.

Helian Sheng: Debt 12.

Li Xiyue: Debt 13.

In the Lunar Serenity Well, the panels of the eight new spirit offerings had changed.

Xin Zhuo lay in the master's resting room, his eyes flickering, joking and talking nonsense. The debt of the spirit offerings steadily increased, like planting flowers and waiting for the harvest.

This feeling is really great!

Even if he spent half his life in the academy, capturing all the students and the master, it would still be a good choice.

But besides the familiar classics like the "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War," he had nothing left in his mind!

It's really troublesome!

"Creak..."

The door suddenly pushed open, and Bai Xuanji walked in cautiously, closed the door, rubbed her hands together, and most of the coldness on her face disappeared, replaced by some nervousness.

"Do you need something?" Xin Zhuo was surprised.

Bai Xuanji bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind. "Master, can you... after the New Year, I will leave the academy. Master, come with me!"

"?" Xin Zhuo couldn't understand. "Go where?"

Bai Xuanji solemnly performed the teacher-student ceremony and said, "My family is a military family. My father was a general of the Divine Strategy Army, and everyone in my family loves the art of war. Master, you have great strategy and extraordinary talent. It is not appropriate for you to stay in a mere bandit stronghold. You might as well come with me to my home and become a teacher. At that time, my family will recommend you to the court."

"No!"

The door was pushed open again, and Helian Sheng bowed with a sense of righteousness. "My father is the North Latitude Military Festival Commander and the Minister of War. I have long admired Master!"

"?"

Xin Zhuo looked at him blankly. Did your father, such a prominent figure, already know me? It's not necessary to go this far, right? It's just a book on military strategy.

"Master!"

Li Xiyue also entered the room.

"Master Xin!"

Ji Cunxiao and Zong Lingxi and others entered at the same time, with sincere attitudes.

The atmosphere uncontrollably entered a strange confrontation.

Just then, a roar from Master Jiang came from outside, "What kind of behavior is this?"

The group of students quickly retreated.

The room fell silent, and Xin Zhuo's mood was fluctuating, feeling both excited and lost. Suddenly, a wonderful opportunity appeared...

There is a better way out. Who would want to be a bandit?

But only family members know their own affairs. It wouldn't be a big problem to plagiarize the ancient classics and answer some mediocre questions, but when it comes to fighting and going to the battlefield, he might not be as good as an ordinary professional soldier. He would definitely be exposed.

Helpless in life!

That's enough for now! I won't write about the Autumn Palace anymore, let's move on!

(End of this chapter)