"..." Yang Xitong took a step back calmly.

Lin Zhihuang pulled his face out of the sand, sat up, closed his eyes and spit out a mouthful of sand, then turned his head boldly and spit out a mouthful of saliva, which made his mouth feel better.

"Congshen, come again!" Lin Zhihuang shouted, and patted the sand on his face and eyelids. Then he opened his eyes and looked up to see a roll of bamboo slips standing in front of her.

Yang Xitong.

Lin Zhihuang: "......"

"Lord, are you okay?" Wen Nanfang also sheathed his sword at this time and walked over quickly. When he saw Yang Xitong, he nodded to him as a greeting and then stretched out his hand to Lin Zhihuang, obviously wanting to pull him.

She gets up.

Yang Xitong, who was stunned, also nodded to Wen Nannan to show his courtesy.

Yang Xitong surrendered to Empress Lin Zhi, who introduced him to Wen Nanfang on the second day.

After Yang Xitong learned that Wen Nanfang was one of the famous "Seven Congs", it took him several days to digest that his new heroine, who was forced to join him, was not as good as he initially thought.

In that case, there are not many talents at hand.

As a result, Yang Xitong felt a sense of crisis. In the past few days, he had worked hard to show off in front of Lin Zhihuang.

I never thought that I had not grasped the opportunity to be active. As soon as I came in, I saw the ugly state of my master being thrown while practicing martial arts. I don't know if it is too late for him to quit now...

Lin Zhihuang avoided Wen Nannan's attempt to hold her hand, stood up as if nothing had happened, looked at Yang Xitong with a calm smile and said, "The judge is here, why are you looking for me?"

When Wen Nannan saw that Lin Zhihuang avoided his hand and stood up, he knew that she had nothing important to do. He nodded secretly in his heart, took back his empty hand, and stepped aside, waiting for her to deal with business first.

Yang Xitong looked at Lin Zhihuang, who had a gray face in front of him, and his hair was full of sand, but he could still talk to him calmly. He coughed and reported with a strong heart: "My lord, what you have done recently,

The judgment must be compiled into a brief summary and reported to King Lu. Before sending it out, you should read it first to see if there is anything wrong with it, and my subordinates will immediately change it."

Lin Zhihuang calmly took the bamboo slip handed over by Yang Xitong, and after reading it at a glance, he said in a clear voice: "Jun Ting takes all the things that I have done recently on his own head, saying that it was you who taught him.

Is this what I do?"

"Yes, you are unlearned and unskilled in the eyes of King Lu. If your subordinates report this, King Lu will not be suspicious of you." Yang Xitong cupped his hands and replied.

"It's inappropriate. If you report it like this, King Lu will be suspicious of you." Lin Zhihuang handed the bamboo slips he had read back to Yang Xitong.

Yang Xitong's mind was immediately attracted by Lin Zhihuang's words, and he no longer cared to look at Lin Zhihuang's embarrassed appearance at this time.

Lin Zhihuang continued: "In the eyes of King Lu, I am a puppet. I think you are the actual person in charge of this county. If you can control me so skillfully, in the long run, King Lu will have to deal with you."

I hear you, I don’t worry anymore.”

Yang Xitong suddenly realized, and said with cupped hands: "Thank you for the advice, Lord. It's just that I didn't think carefully. I only thought that I couldn't expose my Lord in front of King Lu, but for a moment I ignored it. I was also a person that King Lu would be afraid of, and I almost committed the crime."

Big mistake."

Lin Zhihuang nodded and smiled: "Listen, when thinking about things, don't just think about it in one line. Things are multi-faceted and ever-changing. As long as you keep this in mind, you will be more and more comfortable in planning from now on."

When Yang Xitong heard this, he felt as if he had found a treasure: "My lord is interested!"

Yang Xitong discovered that he had problems with his own strategy as early as when Lin Zhihuang used his strategy and had to surrender to her.

Now that he had only surrendered to Lin Zhihuang, Lin Zhihuang discovered his problems in this area and gave him some suggestions. This is enough to show Lin Zhihuang's intentions towards him.

At this moment, Yang Xitong was so moved that he didn't know what to say. Tears filled his eyes. He looked at Lin Zhihuang with unprecedented admiration. Even though Lin Zhihuang looked embarrassed at this time, in his eyes, he was still a

A majestic and noble man.

Lin Zhihuang was very pleased to see that Yang Xitong understood everything: "Jian listen, how do you plan to change this report to King Lu?"

Yang Xitong turned his head and thought for a while, and then replied loudly: "I will report as before, taking full responsibility for everything you have done, but my subordinates will add some complaints, saying that you are too stubborn, and you are almost

The third party played tricks on his subordinates. In order to get you to cooperate with me, I spent a lot of effort and a lot of money to give you things you like to please you. I told King Lu that it was difficult for me to take on this important task.

I miss him and say that I am not feeling well, so I express my feelings for him, complain rationally and beg for mercy, and pray that King Lu can recall his subordinates to Kuzhou as soon as possible."

After hearing what Yang Xitong said, Lin Zhihuang raised his head, applauded, laughed, and said in a rustling voice: "That's right! Judging is a talent!"

Yang Xitong nodded, obviously very happy that Lin Zhihuang praised him.

After a while, Yang Xitong clasped his fists and stepped back to re-draft the secret report to King Lu.

In the martial arts training ground, only Wen Nanfang and Lin Zhihuang were left again.

"Congshen!" Lin Zhihuang looked back and called Wen Nanfang through gritted teeth.

"When practicing martial arts, bumps and bumps are unavoidable. If my lord feels embarrassed because of what just happened, there is no need to do so. Counselor Yang will not take it to heart." Wen Nanfang knew this when he saw Lin Zhihuang's expression.

What was she thinking about? She held the hand that she had just avoided slightly and spoke calmly to enlighten her.

Lin Zhihuang was choked for some reason, so he walked back and picked up the Qingchan soft sword that Wen Nanfang had just knocked to the ground. He straightened the sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Wen Nanfang, and said unconvinced: "Then come again, let's continue fighting.

.”

Wen Nanfang refused directly: "My lord, you fell so far just now because your lower body was unstable. Let's not practice sword practice for today, let's stand on the horse. From now on, my lord must stand for two hours every day.

Step forward to strengthen the lower wall. If the lower wall is unstable, no matter how exquisite your sword moves are, you will not be able to exert their power."

Lin Zhihuang was choked again. The soft sword in his hand was hanging down silently. He was completely defeated by the majesty of Wen Nanfang's 'master'. He slumped down and said: "Congshen, as a master, you really don't think about it."

, occasionally praise your professor’s disciples?”

Wen Nanfang glanced at Lin Zhihuang, who was slumped, and said sternly: "My lord, the most taboo thing in martial arts is to be lack of spirit. What kind of posture are you doing? Moreover, if you contradict the professor, you will be punished with a hundred sword practice stakes. Let's start as soon as possible."

You were careless! Lin Zhihuang complained in his heart.

It is not unreasonable for Hualing's family, Hu San and others to be afraid of Wen Nanfang. When it comes to being a 'sister', Wen Nanfang is really more generous than her dean when she was a senior in high school.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Lin Zhihuang immediately straightened his waist, looking full of energy, and said with a playful smile: "No... no way, am I not going to do the horse walk? No.

Confrontation, fifty, just fifty blows, how about it?"

"Have a bargain and add fifty more," Wen Nanfang said without any doubts, not trying to talk to Lin Zhihuang.

When Lin Zhihuang heard this, he was startled and screamed strangely. He didn't dare to say more, ran to the sword practice pile and started to chop with his sword.

Wen Nanfang looked sternly and supervised Lin Zhihuang's movements of chopping wood piles with her sword for a long time. Seeing that she finally calmed down and practiced her sword, he nodded in approval and started sparring not far away.
Chapter completed!