Emperor's Women
Chapter 304
Intelligence... Degradation?
Rong Chengjin was slightly stunned. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true. Since Fang Yan came back, he seems to be more and more... Childish.
Not thinking about those, Rong Chengjin picked up the gun and started shooting.
However, the more serious he wants to do it, the more uncontrollable his arm is. Fang Yan stood aside, waiting for him to ask himself when.
Sure enough, before long, he took the gun and asked, "why is there always a force to pull my arm back when I shoot?"
Don't be ashamed to ask questions. Good. I'm a good student. Fang Yan nodded secretly. Fang Yan also took his attitude seriously, holding a gun in his hand and said, "the power you just said is called recoil. Just like when you use an arrow and shoot an arrow, the bow string will bounce back. The things here are too simple, so it can only be like this. You need to adapt and get used to it."
"Can't it not have such great strength?" Rong Chengjin continued to ask.
Fang Yan shook his head: "not yet. So... There's no way. You can master it and have a try."
Then she continued to lean against the tree and looked at it quietly.
It has to be said that Rong Chengjin's comprehension is still quite high, but he can use the gun freely after changing the bullets of several magazines.
Standing there and shooting all the time, Rong Chengjin felt that it was not enough. He went to Fang Yan again and asked, "is it difficult? On the battlefield, those soldiers will stand here like this tree and let us fight? Is there no other way?"
Although he had already seen the power of Rong Chengjin, he didn't expect his brain to be so smart. Seeing that the static shooting has been almost practiced, Fang Yan clapped his hands and said, "emperor, even if Yanhe goes to the study, he has to rest occasionally. The Taifu won't teach too many things. Moreover, if he teaches too much, the Taifu will be tired."
"The implication is that you are tired?" Rong Chengjin asked.
Fang Yan nodded: "emperor, my concubine has just been out of the moon and should still rest. You brought her here to draw pictures and practice with you. Do you think my concubine is tired?"
Hearing what she said, Rong Chengjin really felt guilty. Seeing that her complexion was really not very good, he put down his gun, went to her and grabbed her waist, "well, since the master is tired, the disciple will send you back to the palace."
This surprised Fang Yan. When would he say such a thing?
He turned his head and looked at him. His side face was very good-looking. He had a tall nose and thin lips. It was a typical handsome man's standard configuration. Fang Yan couldn't help blushing and heartbeat. In addition, he held her waist like this. Somehow, she had a sense of security.
Until she returned to the forgetful palace, she didn't come back. Her cheeks were crimson and her heart beat like a drum.
"Emperor, dinner is ready. Please have dinner with your mother." Zixi had been waiting for a long time in the worry free palace. They left all afternoon, making people anxious. But looking at Fang Yan's Crimson cheeks, Zixi knew there was nothing wrong.
Rong Chengjin took Fang Yan to the table and kept holding dishes for her when eating. Fang Yan was careless and embarrassed in his smile.
Until going to bed at night, Fang Yan's thoughts were still chaotic.
The next day, in the woods. According to Fang Yan's instructions, chupan led a horse and Rong Chengjin turned over and got on the horse with high spirits.
The target in front was also transformed by Fang Yan into a movable one, but it needs people to operate it.
Fang Yan is still in the shade, but this time, Rong Chengjin specially ordered someone to bring cushions and some food, so that Fang Yan can rest under such circumstances. I keep practicing.
It has to be said that Rong Chengjin is really talented. Ordinary people need to practice shooting for half a month or even longer. He has mastered most of it in just two days. Next, it depends on him to master it skillfully.
At sunset, Rong Chengjin took over the handkerchief handed over by Fang Yan, gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, and asked modestly, "how was your practice today? Did you make a lot of progress according to yesterday?"
"You've practiced very well. You can basically graduate." Fang Yan threw a grape into his mouth and said something indistinctly.
"That's all right?" obviously he didn't expect to have finished practicing so soon. Rong Chengjin was a little incredible. His head stretched forward slightly, opened his mouth and looked at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan didn't understand for a moment. She stared at him and didn't make any action until Rong Chengjin looked at the bunch of grapes with her eyes. "Won't you eat it yourself?"
Rong Chengjin still kept that posture motionless, "my chin is about to close."
Helpless, Fang Yan had to pull down one and carefully peel it, which was handed to Rong Chengjin's mouth.
"Very sweet." Rong Chengjin smiled.
Such an ambiguous breath made Fang Yan blush instantly. She hurriedly wiped her hands with a handkerchief to cover up her inner panic and said, "You peel and eat sweet yourself. You don't have long hands."
Compared with those concubines who are respectful and courteous to Rong Chengjin, Fang Yan seems a little rebellious. However, the way they get along with each other has always been like this. If Fang Yan is really respectful to him, Rong Chengjin may not be used to it.
Standing up, Rong Chengjin stretched a big waist and said, "I don't know what Zixi has prepared today. Let's go and go back to dinner."
Why does his appearance always make Fang Yan feel that the two children go home to eat hand in hand? And Zixi, it seems that she is not a little maid in waiting. She is preparing meals... Mom?
Bah, bah, bah, how could there be such an idea? Fang Yan shook his head and shook out this strange idea without thinking more.
Back to the worry forgetting palace, they still didn't say much, but after that day, Rong Chengjin became very busy.
Since teaching Rong Chengjin to use a gun, Rong Chengjin can't wait to train his army. And started making guns in large quantities. Different from LAN Haotian, LAN Haotian specially built a gun, but Rong Chengjin tried to make every soldier use a gun.
But because the cost of making guns is too large, it is impossible for Rong Chengjin to send guns to no soldiers. Moreover, we all feel very fresh about the gun and want to touch it. Therefore, some people will disagree. Rong Chengjin handed over all these guns to mingyuke's brother. The Ming family has been loyal for generations and has made many war achievements. Naturally, everyone will not say anything.
Moreover, similar to the singleness of LAN Haotian's professional gun army, Rong Chengjin's is relatively simple. Everyone will use guns more or less, and then use the elites to form a gun army. Professional words can save the time and gap that no one will fill after those people sacrifice.
After a series of preparations, the war was imminent.
In the palace of forgetting sorrow, Zixi stood in the small garden in the courtyard and sadly built branches and leaves for the flowers.
In fact, she didn't have to do these things originally, but she was not in a good mood today. She simply pushed all the things to Minzhi. She squatted there alone with scissors.
In the bedroom hall, Fang Yan saw that it was Mianzhi who served tea. He couldn't help asking, "where's Zixi? Why haven't you seen her all morning?"
Compassionate branch was stunned, and his eyes were a little flustered: "does the empress think the maidservant is not good at serving? Or does she feel that Zixi is not around and is not used to it?"
What she said made Fang Yan feel wrong: "you don't ask these questions about the palace on weekdays. What's the matter with Zixi? You tell the palace. Don't worry, the palace can stand it."
The child born is a stillbirth. She can accept such things and survive. What else can't she accept.
Such a question scared Minzhi to wave her hand again and again, shook her head and said, "no, it's sister Zixi... She's in a bad mood. She's afraid to make her mother worry. At this time, she's building flowers and plants in the small garden alone."
"Building flowers and plants? It's really hard for her to have such leisure. Let's go and have a look with the palace." Fang Yan said, stretched out his hand and helped him. The master and servant went to the small garden in the yard together.
Standing not far away, Fang Yan looked at Zixi with empty eyes, holding scissors in his hand and looking at one direction. The scissors in his hand kept cutting, sometimes cutting petals, sometimes seeing leaves on the flower path, and sometimes nothing at all.
Looking at the ground again, many petals and leaves fell thinly, and some flowers with good opening were cut and ruined by Zixi.
He stopped and looked at it for a while. Fang Yan stepped forward quickly, grabbed the scissors in Zixi's hand, threw it aside, pointed to the words in front of Zixi, and said sternly: "look at you, are you building flowers and plants? This is not destruction! Good flowers, Leng was ruined by you!"
Zixi, frightened by this, fell to the ground, looked up at Fang Yan, shrunk his neck, looked at the ground and took a breath.
Amitabha, who can tell her that this is really a "good thing" she did?
"Empress... I'm sorry, the maid didn't mean it." Zixi hurriedly bowed her head and admitted her mistake. Her voice was as low as a mosquito. Her head was down and was about to be low into the dust.
Fang Yan sighed deeply, "what's on your mind? You can be so upset. Come here and talk to the palace." Fang Yan said, and went back to the bedroom first with the help of compassionate branches.
In the inner hall, after leaving everyone behind, Fang Yan and Zixi were left alone in the whole inner hall. Zixi kept her head down and didn't dare to see Fang Yan. She kept wringing her handkerchief with her hands.
Seeing her like this, Fang Yan was also agitated, "don't do it, it's really time to break the veil."
Zixi quickly put her hand away, looked at Fang Yan and said helplessly, "my mother, it's not a slave who doesn't tell, it's..."
"I'm afraid you know. I'm worried about getting angry." Zixi said in a lower voice. In the end, it was almost inaudible. If Fang Yan didn't have good hearing, I'm afraid I'd have to ask again at this time.
Seeing that she was so careful, Fang Yan could guess: "you've been with the palace for so many years, and you should also know the temper of the palace. We've seen a lot of storms and waves. If there's anything wrong, you might as well say it directly."
Although she knew that her mother was indeed a strong woman, Zixi still wanted to minimize the damage to each other's face. Hearing what she said, Zixi clenched her teeth and said, "I heard people say in the morning that the emperor is going to send troops and start attacking canglan..."
Attack canglan? When did it happen?
Seeing Fang Yan's face changed greatly, Zixi sighed in her heart. She knew it would be like this. It would be better not to say it.
However, Fang Yan's words were somewhat unexpected: "when are you going to start a war?"
Rong Chengjin was slightly stunned. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true. Since Fang Yan came back, he seems to be more and more... Childish.
Not thinking about those, Rong Chengjin picked up the gun and started shooting.
However, the more serious he wants to do it, the more uncontrollable his arm is. Fang Yan stood aside, waiting for him to ask himself when.
Sure enough, before long, he took the gun and asked, "why is there always a force to pull my arm back when I shoot?"
Don't be ashamed to ask questions. Good. I'm a good student. Fang Yan nodded secretly. Fang Yan also took his attitude seriously, holding a gun in his hand and said, "the power you just said is called recoil. Just like when you use an arrow and shoot an arrow, the bow string will bounce back. The things here are too simple, so it can only be like this. You need to adapt and get used to it."
"Can't it not have such great strength?" Rong Chengjin continued to ask.
Fang Yan shook his head: "not yet. So... There's no way. You can master it and have a try."
Then she continued to lean against the tree and looked at it quietly.
It has to be said that Rong Chengjin's comprehension is still quite high, but he can use the gun freely after changing the bullets of several magazines.
Standing there and shooting all the time, Rong Chengjin felt that it was not enough. He went to Fang Yan again and asked, "is it difficult? On the battlefield, those soldiers will stand here like this tree and let us fight? Is there no other way?"
Although he had already seen the power of Rong Chengjin, he didn't expect his brain to be so smart. Seeing that the static shooting has been almost practiced, Fang Yan clapped his hands and said, "emperor, even if Yanhe goes to the study, he has to rest occasionally. The Taifu won't teach too many things. Moreover, if he teaches too much, the Taifu will be tired."
"The implication is that you are tired?" Rong Chengjin asked.
Fang Yan nodded: "emperor, my concubine has just been out of the moon and should still rest. You brought her here to draw pictures and practice with you. Do you think my concubine is tired?"
Hearing what she said, Rong Chengjin really felt guilty. Seeing that her complexion was really not very good, he put down his gun, went to her and grabbed her waist, "well, since the master is tired, the disciple will send you back to the palace."
This surprised Fang Yan. When would he say such a thing?
He turned his head and looked at him. His side face was very good-looking. He had a tall nose and thin lips. It was a typical handsome man's standard configuration. Fang Yan couldn't help blushing and heartbeat. In addition, he held her waist like this. Somehow, she had a sense of security.
Until she returned to the forgetful palace, she didn't come back. Her cheeks were crimson and her heart beat like a drum.
"Emperor, dinner is ready. Please have dinner with your mother." Zixi had been waiting for a long time in the worry free palace. They left all afternoon, making people anxious. But looking at Fang Yan's Crimson cheeks, Zixi knew there was nothing wrong.
Rong Chengjin took Fang Yan to the table and kept holding dishes for her when eating. Fang Yan was careless and embarrassed in his smile.
Until going to bed at night, Fang Yan's thoughts were still chaotic.
The next day, in the woods. According to Fang Yan's instructions, chupan led a horse and Rong Chengjin turned over and got on the horse with high spirits.
The target in front was also transformed by Fang Yan into a movable one, but it needs people to operate it.
Fang Yan is still in the shade, but this time, Rong Chengjin specially ordered someone to bring cushions and some food, so that Fang Yan can rest under such circumstances. I keep practicing.
It has to be said that Rong Chengjin is really talented. Ordinary people need to practice shooting for half a month or even longer. He has mastered most of it in just two days. Next, it depends on him to master it skillfully.
At sunset, Rong Chengjin took over the handkerchief handed over by Fang Yan, gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, and asked modestly, "how was your practice today? Did you make a lot of progress according to yesterday?"
"You've practiced very well. You can basically graduate." Fang Yan threw a grape into his mouth and said something indistinctly.
"That's all right?" obviously he didn't expect to have finished practicing so soon. Rong Chengjin was a little incredible. His head stretched forward slightly, opened his mouth and looked at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan didn't understand for a moment. She stared at him and didn't make any action until Rong Chengjin looked at the bunch of grapes with her eyes. "Won't you eat it yourself?"
Rong Chengjin still kept that posture motionless, "my chin is about to close."
Helpless, Fang Yan had to pull down one and carefully peel it, which was handed to Rong Chengjin's mouth.
"Very sweet." Rong Chengjin smiled.
Such an ambiguous breath made Fang Yan blush instantly. She hurriedly wiped her hands with a handkerchief to cover up her inner panic and said, "You peel and eat sweet yourself. You don't have long hands."
Compared with those concubines who are respectful and courteous to Rong Chengjin, Fang Yan seems a little rebellious. However, the way they get along with each other has always been like this. If Fang Yan is really respectful to him, Rong Chengjin may not be used to it.
Standing up, Rong Chengjin stretched a big waist and said, "I don't know what Zixi has prepared today. Let's go and go back to dinner."
Why does his appearance always make Fang Yan feel that the two children go home to eat hand in hand? And Zixi, it seems that she is not a little maid in waiting. She is preparing meals... Mom?
Bah, bah, bah, how could there be such an idea? Fang Yan shook his head and shook out this strange idea without thinking more.
Back to the worry forgetting palace, they still didn't say much, but after that day, Rong Chengjin became very busy.
Since teaching Rong Chengjin to use a gun, Rong Chengjin can't wait to train his army. And started making guns in large quantities. Different from LAN Haotian, LAN Haotian specially built a gun, but Rong Chengjin tried to make every soldier use a gun.
But because the cost of making guns is too large, it is impossible for Rong Chengjin to send guns to no soldiers. Moreover, we all feel very fresh about the gun and want to touch it. Therefore, some people will disagree. Rong Chengjin handed over all these guns to mingyuke's brother. The Ming family has been loyal for generations and has made many war achievements. Naturally, everyone will not say anything.
Moreover, similar to the singleness of LAN Haotian's professional gun army, Rong Chengjin's is relatively simple. Everyone will use guns more or less, and then use the elites to form a gun army. Professional words can save the time and gap that no one will fill after those people sacrifice.
After a series of preparations, the war was imminent.
In the palace of forgetting sorrow, Zixi stood in the small garden in the courtyard and sadly built branches and leaves for the flowers.
In fact, she didn't have to do these things originally, but she was not in a good mood today. She simply pushed all the things to Minzhi. She squatted there alone with scissors.
In the bedroom hall, Fang Yan saw that it was Mianzhi who served tea. He couldn't help asking, "where's Zixi? Why haven't you seen her all morning?"
Compassionate branch was stunned, and his eyes were a little flustered: "does the empress think the maidservant is not good at serving? Or does she feel that Zixi is not around and is not used to it?"
What she said made Fang Yan feel wrong: "you don't ask these questions about the palace on weekdays. What's the matter with Zixi? You tell the palace. Don't worry, the palace can stand it."
The child born is a stillbirth. She can accept such things and survive. What else can't she accept.
Such a question scared Minzhi to wave her hand again and again, shook her head and said, "no, it's sister Zixi... She's in a bad mood. She's afraid to make her mother worry. At this time, she's building flowers and plants in the small garden alone."
"Building flowers and plants? It's really hard for her to have such leisure. Let's go and have a look with the palace." Fang Yan said, stretched out his hand and helped him. The master and servant went to the small garden in the yard together.
Standing not far away, Fang Yan looked at Zixi with empty eyes, holding scissors in his hand and looking at one direction. The scissors in his hand kept cutting, sometimes cutting petals, sometimes seeing leaves on the flower path, and sometimes nothing at all.
Looking at the ground again, many petals and leaves fell thinly, and some flowers with good opening were cut and ruined by Zixi.
He stopped and looked at it for a while. Fang Yan stepped forward quickly, grabbed the scissors in Zixi's hand, threw it aside, pointed to the words in front of Zixi, and said sternly: "look at you, are you building flowers and plants? This is not destruction! Good flowers, Leng was ruined by you!"
Zixi, frightened by this, fell to the ground, looked up at Fang Yan, shrunk his neck, looked at the ground and took a breath.
Amitabha, who can tell her that this is really a "good thing" she did?
"Empress... I'm sorry, the maid didn't mean it." Zixi hurriedly bowed her head and admitted her mistake. Her voice was as low as a mosquito. Her head was down and was about to be low into the dust.
Fang Yan sighed deeply, "what's on your mind? You can be so upset. Come here and talk to the palace." Fang Yan said, and went back to the bedroom first with the help of compassionate branches.
In the inner hall, after leaving everyone behind, Fang Yan and Zixi were left alone in the whole inner hall. Zixi kept her head down and didn't dare to see Fang Yan. She kept wringing her handkerchief with her hands.
Seeing her like this, Fang Yan was also agitated, "don't do it, it's really time to break the veil."
Zixi quickly put her hand away, looked at Fang Yan and said helplessly, "my mother, it's not a slave who doesn't tell, it's..."
"I'm afraid you know. I'm worried about getting angry." Zixi said in a lower voice. In the end, it was almost inaudible. If Fang Yan didn't have good hearing, I'm afraid I'd have to ask again at this time.
Seeing that she was so careful, Fang Yan could guess: "you've been with the palace for so many years, and you should also know the temper of the palace. We've seen a lot of storms and waves. If there's anything wrong, you might as well say it directly."
Although she knew that her mother was indeed a strong woman, Zixi still wanted to minimize the damage to each other's face. Hearing what she said, Zixi clenched her teeth and said, "I heard people say in the morning that the emperor is going to send troops and start attacking canglan..."
Attack canglan? When did it happen?
Seeing Fang Yan's face changed greatly, Zixi sighed in her heart. She knew it would be like this. It would be better not to say it.
However, Fang Yan's words were somewhat unexpected: "when are you going to start a war?"
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