Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 312 311 A Message in a Dream
The buildings in the Feiquan'ao camp were constructed using locally sourced materials, namely trees and stones.

Unlike the lower-ranking guards who had to share a room with ten people, Shunzi, as a guard officer, was entitled to a single room all to himself.

Although it cannot compare to the large detached houses where the chief guard and the commander live, it is more than enough for daily living.

Since the last time he returned late from camp, although he still drills according to the schedule, Carius has never assigned Shunzi any special tasks.

Because he already had doubts in his heart, Shunzi would subconsciously observe the people and things in the camp more, and as a result, he did notice something was wrong.

Starting in the last few days, Carius and other chief guards have been going to Commander Doro's main building more frequently, and their expressions are always very solemn, but Shunzi and the other guards have not received any instructions.

It was as if there was something very important that only the chief guard and the commander knew about, and that they were deliberately keeping it from the soldiers below.

In addition to that, there is another rather special thing.

Twenty guards were selected from within the camp, and these twenty men were required to bypass the chief guard and be directly commanded by Commander Doro.

This matter was carried out in a grand manner and could not be kept secret from anyone, so Jiang Zhiyi immediately went to Commander Duoluo to inquire about the reason.

Commander Doro gave a very good reason – this was a special training program designed to cultivate elite soldiers for the army, and it was a normal military arrangement.

Indeed, after these twenty guards were selected, their physical training was significantly increased. In addition, time was specially allocated for them from their tedious work such as inspecting team members and writing reports, so that they could have more time to practice their skills.

Shunzi was among them.

But something unexpected happened.

Initially, Shunzi wasn't among the guards that Carius reported, but Shunzi was just too conspicuous. It wasn't just his physique; in daily training, arm wrestling, and other activities and pastimes, Shunzi's strength far surpassed that of the other guards, a fact that many people knew.

That night, Carius came to Shunzi alone: ​​"Commander Doro values ​​you highly, saying that if even you are not considered an elite, then why should others be selected?"

Shunzi didn't feel there was anything wrong with it. He was even puzzled when he wasn't selected at first, but now that he knew he had been added, he felt it was normal.

Kocarius's expression showed no joy. He remained silent for a long time before patting Shunzi on the shoulder: "Father Feng is a very devout believer. As his brother, you must be no less so, right?"

Shunzi nodded vigorously: "Of course."

Upon receiving this answer, Carius sighed with relief: "Then keep up the good work, become... an elite, that's your honor."

Shunzi, unsuspecting, beat his chest and bowed, completing the charade: "Praise the fog!"

He was thinking that joining the elite team might be a good thing, as it would give him the opportunity to get close to Commander Doro and perhaps find out more.

The idea was good, but after several days of training, there were still no results. Instead, they sometimes had to pretend to practice the "Mist Codex" in order to fool Commander Doro's inspection.

This situation continues to this day.

Shunzi was dreaming.

In a daze, he saw that the surrounding environment was hazy and indistinct, yet it felt familiar.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Shunzi realized that he was in a house on Bibo Street, and he was standing at the door of his own room.

He realized he was dreaming.

But when he looked up, Shunzi's eyes widened – Feng Xiuhu was standing in the courtyard with his back to him.

It is said that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Shunzi felt that she must miss her older brother too much to dream about him, and tears blurred her vision.

He choked back tears and cried out, "Brother!"

Feng Xiuhu remained silent. Shunzi wiped away her tears with her sleeve, quickly walked over, and put her arm around Feng Xiuhu's shoulder: "Brother! It's me, Shunzi!"

This time, Feng Xiuhu finally made a move. He turned around and met Shunzi's gaze.

"belch--!"

Shunzi gasped in fright, her sobs instantly subsiding.

What was visible on Feng Xiuhu's shoulder was a ferocious tiger's head. Its menacing eyes seemed unfocused, staring blankly at Shunzi.

"Brother, you've changed a lot since I last saw you..."

Shunzi whispered, about to slowly back away, when he saw Feng Xiuhu raise his arm and hand something to him.

Shunzi looked down and saw that Feng Xiuhu was holding an envelope.

There were no other actions taken.

Shunzi was stunned for a moment, then carefully took the envelope, and quickly stepped back a few steps. Seeing that Feng Xiuhu still did not move, she opened the envelope.

A feather fell out first, drifting gracefully to the ground.

Shunzi didn't have time to pay attention and immediately unfolded the letter to read it.

After reading it carefully, Shunzi looked at Feng Xiuhu with some skepticism and tentatively called out, "...Brother?"

Still no response.

Shunzi began to have doubts again, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Even if it's a dream... my brother shouldn't look like this, right?"

"And that quill pen..."

He remembered this and quickly looked down to look for it, finally spotting the black feathers at his feet.

As he bent down to pick up the feather, he looked up again and found that the dream was beginning to fade away.

On the hard bed, Shunzi suddenly opened his eyes.

He straightened up and quickly looked at his hand.

A black feather lay there quietly.

……

Early in the morning, Feng Xiuhu ate breakfast absentmindedly, silently calculating the time in his mind.

I sent a letter to Shunzi last night. If nothing else goes wrong, Shunzi won't be able to reply to me until tonight at the earliest.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Xi Yao calling him twice. Gu Zhili nudged him from the side and said, "If you're not fully awake, go back to sleep."

Feng Xiuhu frowned and glared at her: "Ali, I've noticed that your attitude is very problematic. You show neither respect for the master nor consideration for your lover."

Gu Zhili blushed and spat at him: "Pah! Who loves you?"

After applying the psychological suggestion again, Feng Xiuhu turned to Xiyao'er: "What is it?"

The woman with the slender waist said, "In a few more days, the weather will get warmer as spring arrives. After breakfast, I'd like to take your measurements again so I can go to the tailor shop in the morning and get your spring clothes ready in advance."

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "You can arrange it as you see fit."

Xi Yao'er always had endless things to talk about with Feng Xiuhu. She smiled happily and said, "I've already made an appointment with Sister Xiong. She'll come to my house to find me later. She recommended this tailor shop, and we agreed to go together today."

Feng Xiuhu nodded again: "Don't just focus on me. Shui Xian and Ling Zhi who do chores, family doctor Ali, and housekeeper, doorman, and cook, take everyone's measurements and get them all new clothes. Consider it a bonus."

Everyone's faces lit up with joy.

Lingzhi cheered joyfully, "Master is so kind!"

Narcissus said shyly, "Thank you, sir."

Ali snorted: "I don't need another piece of your clothing."

Even the usually composed butler, Old Huang, smiled and stroked his beard: "It's their good fortune to be able to serve the master. I'll go and tell everyone the good news right away."

PS: What would Shunzi be like in Feng Xiuhu's dream?
(End of this chapter)