The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

The soft sword stopped three inches from Jiang Lin's throat.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, reflecting the candlelight and casting a few points of cold light.

The hand holding the sword was very steady.

Jiang Lin didn't move either.

He didn't even blink; his left hand, resting under the table, silently gripped the miniature crossbow tightly.

The dark figure flipped over and went inside.

It landed silently.

The wind blew in through the window, making the Xuan paper on the table rustle.

Jiang Lin raised his hand and used a paperweight to hold down the flying paper corners.

His movements were relaxed, as if he were entertaining an old friend who had made an appointment to visit.

"Your visit so late at night, surely you're not here to grind ink for me?"

The man in black sheathed his sword.

Those were hands covered in calluses, with thick knuckles and calloused skin from holding weapons for a long time.

"Mr. Jiang is exceptionally courageous."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had a handful of coarse sand in his throat.

Jiang Lin poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea has gone cold and is no longer warm.

"I have no choice but to surpass them."

He picked up the teacup and gently stroked the rim with his fingertips.

Jiang Lin put down his teacup, making a slight clinking sound.

The crossbow under the table had been adjusted to the optimal firing angle.

If the other party makes any unusual move, the crossbow bolt will pierce through the jaw and go straight to the brain.

however.

The anticipated killing move did not come.

The man in black took half a step back.

Kneel on one knee.

This is a standard military salute.

The dull thud of knees hitting the wooden board sounded particularly jarring in the quiet study.

Jiang Lin's fingers, which were gripping the knife, paused slightly.

"I have come under orders, not to take your life."

The man in black lowered his head and spoke in a very low voice.

"Instead, I'm here to deliver a gift."

He pulled an envelope from his pocket.

The envelope was still warm from my body, and the edges were worn, indicating that it had been kept close to my body for a long time.

Presented with both hands.

Jiang Lin did not reach out to take it.

His gaze swept back and forth between the man in black's neck and the envelope.

"What gift?"

"A gift that could save the academy and also save the teacher's life."

The man in black remained motionless, maintaining the posture of presenting the item.

"Detailed information about the Liao spies watching the academy, their hiding places, communication codes, undercover identities, and the mastermind behind it all..."

He paused, then looked up, his gaze intense.

"It's all here."

Jiang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is more than just intelligence.

This is a pledge of allegiance.

He stretched out his right hand, pinched the corner of the envelope between two fingers, and slowly pulled it out.

His left hand remained clasped under the table.

"Who are you?"

"I am merely someone who...does not wish to see the backbone of the Song Dynasty broken."

The man in black stood up.

His figure was upright, and although he was dressed in night clothes, he could not hide the iron-blooded air of someone who came from the military.

"I have witnessed firsthand what you have done at the academy."

"We are giving this gift today in the hope that you will be able to protect the people of this city in the future."

Jiang Lin tore open the envelope.

There were only two thin sheets of paper inside.

The first one was covered with names and addresses.

Several of the names completely overlapped with those Wang Shao had previously found, but the information was more detailed.

They even kept a record of which brothels the other person liked to frequent.

The second note was very short.

Only a few words.

Jiang Lin glanced at it, and his face instantly darkened.

The note was crumpled between his fingers.

"The Liao Dynasty's hawks are planning a large-scale operation, and their targets extend beyond the academy."

He read the contents of the note aloud, his voice as cold as ice crystals.

"There is an inside accomplice in the court."

These five words carry immense weight.

Jiang Lin suddenly looked up and stared at the man in black.

Who is the inside man in the Central Government?

The man in black shook his head.

"My knowledge is limited."

"But I can tell you, sir, that this person holds a high position of power, controls military secrets, and has a secret channel with the Southern Court of the Liao Kingdom that is unknown to anyone."

In charge of military secrets.

These four words have narrowed the scope to the extreme.

A familiar person flashed through Jiang Lin's mind—the Deputy Privy Councilor.

The man in black took a step back, seemingly preparing to leave.

"If you wish to investigate, sir, you may begin with 'The Gray Wolf'."

"The Azure Wolf knows more than I do."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the window.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Lin suddenly spoke up.

The man in black stopped and turned to the side.

"Since you've gone to such great lengths and risked your life to deliver this intelligence, I should at least know who I should thank, right?"

Jiang Lin tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Or rather, who sent you?"

The man in black remained silent for a moment.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Lin.

A complex emotion was surprisingly revealed in those bloodshot eyes.

There was both admiration and a touch of fanaticism.

"What the gentleman did changed the minds of many people."

"Including myself."

Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I do not recall ever meeting you before."

"Of course, the gentleman doesn't remember."

The man in black pulled off the mask from his face.

He revealed an ordinary-looking face.

It's the kind of face that you can't spot in a crowd.

But at this moment, his face was filled with solemnity.

"A month ago, I was ordered to monitor the academy and listened to one of the teacher's lectures from the wall."

"I have kept those words in mind to this day, and I dare not forget them."

Jiang Lin was taken aback.

"Which sentence?"

The man in black took a deep breath and straightened his back.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, and to secure a destiny for the people."

His voice was no longer hoarse; instead, it had a metallic quality.

"The gentleman said at the time that this was not just empty talk, but something that required risking his life to do."

"I am a rough man and do not understand any profound principles."

"But I understand what you mean."

He put his mask back on and bowed deeply to Jiang Lin.

"That's exactly what I'm doing."

Before he could finish speaking...

A figure flashed by.

The darkness outside the window swallowed up the black figure.

All that remained were the window paper sheets, rustling in the wind.

The study fell silent again.

Jiang Lin sat alone in the armchair.

The candle flame on the table flickered and burst into a flame.

He looked down at the intelligence report in his hand.

My fingertips were slightly white.

"To establish a moral compass for heaven and earth..."

Jiang Lin muttered to himself, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips.

Back in class, in order to intimidate these newly accepted disciples, I plagiarized this famous line from Mr. Hengqu.

did not expect.

Some people actually took it seriously.

They not only took it seriously, but also turned it into a belief.

This Song Dynasty was more corrupt than I had imagined.

But it's more hopeful than I imagined.

Jiang Lin unfolded the list.

My gaze was fixed on the words "Azure Wolf".

Next to it is a line of small print: Elite scout of the Southern Court of the Liao Kingdom, currently residing in Room 101 of the Yuelai Inn.

Below is another line: This man loves wine and drinks Daughter's Red wine every night.

Jiang Lin held the note close to the candlelight.

The flames licked at the corner of the paper, quickly swirling up black ash.

Until the last spark went out at his fingertips.

He then pulled out the letter addressed to Emperor Renzong, Zhao Zhen, from his sleeve.

The original intention was simply to remind the authorities to pay attention to border frictions.

In retrospect, this letter doesn't seem to carry enough weight.

We must increase the investment.

Jiang Lin picked up his brush and dipped it in thick ink.

The pen strokes danced across the paper, each character exuding a chilling murderous aura.

The Privy Council.

Sure enough it was him.

Since the other party has already put a knife to your neck, there's no point in being polite.

This game needs to be played faster.

Jiang Lin finished writing the last character and stamped his personal seal.

Seal the envelope with sealing wax.

He stood up and walked to the window.

The east was already showing signs of dawn.

As dawn broke, the outline of the academy was faintly visible.

The Gewu Institute in the distance.

That lone lamp is still burning.

That was Shen Kuo's room.

This guy stayed up all night again.

As Jiang Lin looked at the faint yet resolute light, the gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Someone is delivering torches in the darkness.

Someone lit a lamp in the long night.

"Since someone is willing to help..."

Jiang Lin spoke softly, his voice carried away by the morning breeze.

"Then I cannot let this kindness go to waste."

He turned around and called out to the darkness outside the door.

"Wang Shao".

In the shadows, Wang Shao's figure appeared instantly, as if he had never left.

"Headmaster."

Jiang Lin handed over the list.

"No need to wait until tonight."

His gaze swept across the courtyard and looked toward the east of the city.

His eyes were as cold as knives.

"Let's go now."

"Pull out those wolf's teeth one by one."