Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Then, Li Zhen patiently explained to Lin Feng, "Lord Lin, my literary academy will gather talented people from all over the world in the future."

"Those who enter the Literary Academy will be recommended by the King with all his might to serve as officials in the court and the army."

"My brother is, after all, a military general, and his mind is always on military affairs."

"If you want friends and a solid foundation in the court, my literary academy can help you completely."

Li Zhen raised his face with a hint of pride as he spoke.

"I, the King, have twice wanted to establish a literary academy, but both times my father, the Emperor, rejected it."

"While my elder brother, the Emperor, was fighting on the front lines to defend Zhenyuan City, I, the Prince, did a great deal of work inside. That's why Father made an exception and allowed me to establish the Literary Academy."

"It is not that I am arrogant, but there are countless people who want to enter the Academy of Literature in the future."

"Lord Lin, you mustn't let your momentary lapse in judgment cause you to miss this golden opportunity."

Li Zhen thought Lin Feng was refusing because he looked down on the Literature Museum, so he spoke clearly and concisely.

But Lin Feng remained unmoved and bowed to Li Zhen once again.

"Your Highness, I am a rough man who only knows how to lead troops into battle."

"Your literary academy aims to gather learned scholars from all over the world, which I find excellent."

"It is only because this humble general has no desire to join any organization that Your Highness may forgive me."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Li Zhen's face instantly froze.

He stared intently at Lin Feng, as if trying to see what Lin Feng was really thinking.

"Are you really sure about this?"

After a while, Prince Li Zhen of Jin finally recovered and asked in a low voice.

Lin Feng nodded slightly: "Your Highness, this humble general only wants to do his job well right now."

"The situation in Ruzhou is chaotic, beset by internal and external troubles. This humble general only wishes to quell the chaos, bring peace to the people, and save the common folk."

Prince Li Zhen of Jin held a wine cup, leaning slightly forward.

"The common people? The masses?"

"Lord Lin, in your heart, are the common people and the righteous army more important than me, my elder brother, and my younger brother?"

Li Zhen had a rough idea of ​​what Lin Feng was thinking, and asked him a follow-up question.

Lin Feng lowered his head, his eyes flickering slightly: "Your Highness Prince Qin, Your Highness Prince Jin, and Your Highness Prince Zhou are not only members of the royal family but also subjects of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"The righteous army and the common people are also subjects of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Now that I am a Yunqiwei of the Great Qian Dynasty, it is my duty to protect my country and its people. I will fight to the death to protect the three princes, the righteous army, and the common people!"

Prince Li Zhen of Jin gripped the wine cup so tightly that the veins on his hand bulged.

His lips twitched slightly as he forced out a sentence: "I understand what Lord Lin means. This banquet is over for today; I am weary."

Lin Feng could sense Prince Li Zhen's dissatisfaction, but he did not regret it.

Prince Li Zhen of Jin appeared to be virtuous and wise, but in reality he was cold-hearted, ungrateful, and adept at disguise.

Lin Feng had pleaded with Li Zhen to help rescue the righteous army.

However, Li Zhen remained uninvolved, and it was the seemingly weak King Zhou who only knew how to distribute porridge and medicine to the people who helped him.

Lin Feng will never forget this.

If you follow Li Zhen, who knows when this prince might sell you out without even blinking an eye.

"Your Highness Prince Jin, please rest well. This humble general will take his leave!"

Lin Feng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and quietly left.

After Lin Feng left, Li Zhen suddenly threw his wine cup away violently.

"Snap!"

The expensive wine glass shattered into pieces, and Li Zhen overturned the table.

"A madman! An outrageous scoundrel! Ungrateful!"

"How much effort did I, the king, put into establishing the literary museum?"

"Thousands upon thousands of people want to join the literary museum!"

"By what right do you refuse me? By what right?"

Li Zhen stomped on and shattered the wine glass that Lin Feng had just used.

"I am a subject of the Great Qian Dynasty, and so are the rebels?"

"Nonsense! How could those lowly commoners compare to me?"

"Lin Feng! You've lost your mind! You're incredibly arrogant!"

The wine glass was crushed to pieces by Li Zhen, brutally trampled and stomped on.

"Raymond Lam, one day you'll regret this!"

Prince Li Zhen of Jin had bloodshot eyes, and was extremely angry.

"Squeak—"

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and the delicate-looking young Taoist nun Qingyu walked in.

She wasn't surprised at all by the scene inside.

"Your Highness, Lin Feng has repeatedly refused your offers and even ruined your important plans. What do you think...?"

A murderous intent, incongruous with her age, surfaced on the young Taoist nun's clean-cut face.

Li Zhen closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Forget it! His martial arts skills are even better than my brother's, and he's not going to get involved in the affairs of the capital."

"Since he wants to go to Ruzhou, let him go to Ruzhou."

"If he dares to serve under my elder brother in the future, I... will surely kill him!"

Li Zhen had already developed murderous intent towards Lin Feng after Lin Feng refused to recruit him twice.

But Li Zhen is a shrewd strategist. Since Lin Feng poses no threat to him at present, there is no need to kill Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was walking home, and he was only a few steps away from home when Nan Muhe stopped him.

Nanmuhe pulled Lin Feng along, insisting on taking him to see something nice.

"Your Highness Nanmuhe, you wouldn't also invite me for drinks and then ask me to go to the Northern Barbarians to serve you, would you?"

Raymond Lam has already been offered two contracts today, and he really can't take a third.

"Who wants to recruit you?"

Nanmuhe was taken aback when he heard this, and then he realized what was going on.

"I understand. Has His Highness the Prince of Qin of your Great Qian Dynasty recruited you?"

"Let me tell you, you'd better stay away from your Prince Qin."

Lin Feng's heart stirred, and he asked, "Judging from what Your Highness Nanmuhe is saying, do you know something? Could you please tell me?"

Nanmuhe chuckled: "Don't try to trick me into telling you anything, kid. Just think about it yourself and you'll know."

"King Li Yan of Qin made great contributions, but was assassinated shortly after the peace negotiations ended. Who did it?"

"It's nothing more than infighting within their royal family, with all sorts of deceit, treachery, and open and covert attacks."

"Even the mighty King of Qin almost died, so how could they kill you, a nobody, whenever they want?"

Nanmu patted Lin Feng's chest: "Come on, I'll give you a treasure that will make you run incredibly fast when you're escaping for your life!"

They ran incredibly fast when they were escaping for their lives?

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "The Lion-Tiger Divine Steed?"

Lin Feng made a bet with Nan Muhe and won the weightlifting contest. The stakes at the time were a lion and a tiger steed.

However, Namkhe kept saying that the lion-tiger steed was on its way.

Lin Feng originally thought that Nan Muhe was reluctant to part with his good horse and was deliberately trying to cheat.

Unexpectedly, Nanmuhe actually brought the divine steed with him before he left.

Inside the military camp, on the small drill ground.

When Lin Feng and Nan Mu arrived, there were already several people waiting in the small training ground.

Princess Qiqige of the Northern Barbarians, Feng Qing, the deputy general of the righteous army, and Lin Feng's trusted military officers such as Wang Dahu and Zhang Ergou were all present.

However, none of them dared to approach the strange steed in the training ground.

Strange!

The word "strange" immediately came to Lin Feng's mind when he first saw the divine steed.

Its size was more robust than that of an ordinary warhorse.

The best warhorse Lin Feng had ever seen was the Crimson Flame Steed of Prince Qin, Li Yan.

But this warhorse was even more magnificent than the Crimson Flame Steed, with a shoulder height of about eight feet and a body length of nearly ten feet.

The warhorse's muscles were not exaggerated, but rather extremely coordinated and perfectly proportioned.

"Is this the divine steed, Lion and Tiger?"

Lin Feng took a step forward and exclaimed, "The horse lives up to its name! A fine horse!"