Leyu came to the third floor of the teaching building of the Kouwei Department, found the "Yaoshi Alchemy and Tutor Office", knocked on the door gently, and Zhuyan's voice came from behind the door: "Come in by yourself."

Leyu opened the door and saw white smoke surrounded by fog. Zhuyan’s office was very big, with bookshelf on both sides neatly, the ground was clean and dust-free, there was no garbage in the trash can, and there was no ash in the ashtray, but there was really documents on the desk.

Although the decoration is rigid and single, the office does not seem dull: there is a dragon-like paperweight on the table, a picture of the radiant glory of the country hanging on the wall, a rhythmic wind chime array is held on the curtains, hundreds of paper cranes are hung on the white wall, and more than a dozen glass bottles are placed on the cabinet, with colorful little stars in it, and the cabinet is filled with various trophy medals and medals, which are shining and dazzling.

There was a small balcony in the office. Zhu Yan, wearing a black coat, was sitting on the small balcony with a chair. There was a brazier in front of him and was throwing yellow paper and white money into the fire.

"Sit down first, I'll be fine soon." The old man said, "Come in and close the door."

Facing Zhuyan, Leyu did not dare to make trouble and sat obediently on the guest chair. He noticed that Zhuyan's own chair was a pure wooden chair, but the guest chairs were all padded.

It is in sharp contrast to the tea fun that doesn't even give guests a chair.

After a while, Zhuyan used up all his paper money and closed the small door on the balcony. Leyu thought for a while and said, "If the principal burned paper money, I would definitely think he was consuming in advance."

Zhuyan glanced at him, sat down and said, "Cha Huan is going to die again?"

He is worthy of being a man who is called "sooner or later, he will become the author of "The Legend of Tea"" by his students. Once the music is tested, Zhuyan will accurately understand the subtext of music. Moreover, this "and" is simply the finishing touch.

This world naturally has the custom of burning paper money. Sending blessings and sustenance to the dead is a typical symbol of civilization, and the shining people are also particularly fond of flames - they claim to be descendants of the sun, and the flames are the manifestation of the sun. In the traditional cognition of many regions, flames are the bridge connecting life and death.

In Huiyao, cremation was a treatment that only high-ranking people had. Burning ashes was a funeral that nobles yearned for. Poor people were not qualified to cremate - after all, there was too much firewood needed to roast humans into full maturity, and chopping firewood was also very hard. The poor people were reluctant to waste it on burning people. Digging a hole and burying it would seem much more environmentally friendly and economical.

Leyu was not in a hurry to tell the information and asked curiously: "Who are you burning paper money for?"

"Risger." Zhuyan: "A student you don't know."

"..." Leyu is not easy to say that he knows him.

Although I haven't heard this name for a long time, Zhuyan immediately remembered that human beings always remembered his first time - the first man who died in front of Leyu was Risjie.

It was his death that let Leyu know how dangerous the director of his statistics department was. However, afterwards, Leyu still underestimated the man.

"Are you interested in telling me about him?" Leyu said.

"There is nothing to say," Zhuyan said: "Risjie is a little clever student. When he was in the Imperial Academy, he was not very serious in class, but his grades were still high. He usually focused on tactics. He often participated in some not-so-serious clubs, and he also liked to smoke... Humph, there are so many such students in the Imperial Academy that they are not good at the Great Road of Heaven. They have to practice tactics through martial arts to satisfy their passion."

"But he was lucky. At that time, the late emperor had not yet passed away. The Imperial Academy held martial arts competitions every year. When he was in the third grade, he was lucky enough to win the title of martial arts and received the Royal Family's Medal of Scalloping Sun, and graduated as an outstanding graduate."

"It's a lucky chance to play the top martial arts name," Leyu said with a smile.

"But if he works harder, he can graduate as the chief student wearing the sun medal." Zhuyan was very dissatisfied: "The principal graduated with these honors back then. Risger clearly had the chance...hum."

"Later, he did not stay in Yanjing and chose to work in Chenfeng District. Later, I heard the news of his death."

Zhuyan looked at the balcony: "Today is his birthday."

Leyu was silent for a moment and asked, "Is he a very important student to you?"

Zhuyan didn't say anything, and pointed at the back of Leyu. Leyu looked along his finger and saw a medal placed in the cabinet. The medal was golden and round, and under the sunlight outside the window, it looked like a brilliant sun.

"That was the sun medal he won."

Leyu nodded thoughtfully and looked around for a week: "So, these decorations... are all given by your students?"

No wonder he felt that the office was filled with all kinds of incongruity as soon as he came in. Some of these decorations were cute, some were passionate, and some were healing. The only decorations that fit the casting style might be "ashtray without ash" and "trash can without garbage".

Zhuyan still didn't answer, and reached out to pat the little black book beside her: "This is the notebook I use to record the death date of a student."

“How many pages have you used?”

"It's almost done."

Leyu was a little amazed: "So many?"

"When you live long enough, there will naturally be so many dead people you remember." Zhuyan said calmly: "It's not just Risjie, but the students I have taught are very important to me."

"Watch those tender faces become mature, watch them leave the imperial courtyard with their heads raised, watch them show their ambitions, watch them sacrifice their heads and blood for their ambitions, watch them become talents, watch them become rich..."

The old man looked down at the dragon paperweight on the table, as if he remembered something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "As a teacher, the only thing I can do is not forget them."

The office fell into silence for a moment, and Leyu suddenly found a blind spot: "Wait, I didn't seem to see a gift from a student in the principal's office - that parrot shouldn't have been given by a student, right?"

"The principal never accepts gifts from students." Zhuyan said: "I remember the last time a student gave gifts to the principal in public, and the principal replied directly, 'I didn't ask you for it, why did you give it to me? But it's good that you have this respect for the elderly. In order to satisfy you, I ask you to be in the top ten of the entire grade this semester. If you fail to take the exam, you don't respect me. If you don't respect me, you will be miserable'."

It is worthy of being a tea lover. If the tea lover dies, Leyu will guarantee that many students will send bells to those day.

"But he did it right." Zhu Yan said, "So he is still the tea lover who has just graduated, and I am Zhu Yan who is half a foot about to step into the grave."

"Where you see the eyes are all memories; what you think is the past; what you see the eyes are all regrets. For people of our age, this is a cup of poisonous wine that is as sweet as death."

Zhuyan took out a metal cigarette box: "Do you mind?"

Leyu: "You are not afraid of a student suddenly breaking in."

Zhuyan thought about it, then put away the cigarette box and said, "Tell me, what trouble did Cha Huan cause again."

Leyu said the story of the Blood Essence Stone, Zhu Yan thought for a moment: "In other words, the principal's soul mark is already in the hands of the enemy, and the enemy is suspected to have a magic weapon to play with the soul... No wonder you are worried about the principal, so what are your countermeasures?"

"No matter how mysterious the magical weapon is, it is impossible to assassinate the principal thousands of miles away. If they can do this, then it will be useless for us to think too much." Leyu immediately said: "I hope you can advise the principal to hide in the imperial court these days until we find out where the bloody essence stone is, or the mastermind behind it can't help but act. Of course, the most important thing is to prevent the principal from attending tomorrow's fairy palace party and never continue to deepen the soul mark."

Zhuyan nodded, and Leyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief - according to Yan Yi, although Zhuyan usually listened to the orders of Tea You, if Zhuyan got angry, then Tea You would kneel almost 100% of the time. Zhuyan was the only person who could control Tea You. Even the Empress Dowager might not have Zhuyan.

"Then why do you have to consider the principal?" Zhu Yan suddenly asked, "For you, there should be a lot of room for operation, right?"

Le Yu was stunned and immediately retorted: "Of course I am the vice principal now. If another principal comes up, I will definitely be gone. Although it may not be bad to change the principal, Cha Huan is willing to stand on my side now, so why should I waste my time changing the principal?"

Zhuyan nodded again, then shook her head: "I will stay in the Imperial Academy to look at the principal these days, but I will not persuade him."

Leyu was shocked: "Why?"

"Because he did the right thing." Zhuyan said: "As long as he stays in the imperial court, he will not deal with other students; on the contrary, once he leaves, he will have ideas about the deceived teachers and students."

"But it is better to let him stay in the dark and wait and see what happens. If the principal is really killed-"

"Then the other teachers and students are safe. The principal is right, the goal of the National Saving and Relief Meeting has never been a teacher or student."

Leyu shook her head: "But the principal clearly—"

"——More capable and more valuable?" Zhuyan smiled gently: "According to your logic, can valuable people sacrifice low-value people to protect themselves?"

"That's not what I meant-"

"I understand what you mean." Zhuyan said: "You hope that the principal and I believe you can solve this problem by yourself, and that the principal does not need to take additional risks."

"But why don't you trust the principal, believe that he can solve this problem alone without taking extra risks?"

Leyu shut her mouth.

"Forgive the stubbornness of the elderly." Zhu Yan smiled and said, "We have taught in the Imperial Academy for decades and have never let students deal with trouble. Maybe we are arrogant, maybe we are stubborn, but this is the wonder of time. It not only leaves traces of thousands of ravines on our faces, but also leaves our hearts with a weathered confidence."
Chapter completed!