Chapter 322 This King Keeps His Word
Meng Shilan changed the subject.
"The selection process for the Yanwei Battalion is extremely rigorous."
"Not only will our horsemanship and archery skills be tested, but our fist and foot techniques will also be put to the test."
"Most importantly..."
Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present, finally settling on Zhou Congxian's face.
"The husband must personally examine her."
Zhou Congxian finally reacted.
He raised his eyes, his cold gaze like a drawn sword, shooting straight at Meng Guang'an.
"Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), at the Eastern Suburbs Camp."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.
"If I can pass the test, I will accept the position."
Meng De'an broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
He then realized what was happening.
I've been tricked by my niece!
Meng Shilan looked back at him calmly, her gaze clear and unwavering.
"Seventh Uncle, I have shown you the way."
"As for how to choose, it depends on the wishes of the two cousins themselves."
She threw the question back at her exactly as it was.
Wang was so angry that she trembled all over.
She jumped up from her chair, pointed at Meng Shilan's nose, and was about to start cursing.
"You..."
"Cough cough!"
Meng De'an interrupted her with a loud cough.
He glared fiercely at his brainless wife.
At this point, throwing a tantrum will not help and will only make the situation more awkward.
He knew that today's trip had been in vain.
Not only did they not gain any benefit, but they also got a rude awakening.
"Thank you for your kindness, niece and nephew-in-law."
He squeezed out those words through gritted teeth.
"Let's go back and discuss this matter further."
Meng Shilan nodded slightly, the corners of her lips curving upwards.
"good."
She picked up her teacup and took a small sip.
"see a visitor out."
Shuang'er, standing behind her, immediately understood.
"Seventh Master, Seventh Madam, please."
The Meng family looked extremely grim.
They stood up dejectedly, unable to utter a single polite word, and walked awkwardly out of the flower hall.
Meng Ruoshui, who had been silent all along, paused as she passed by Meng Shilan.
She then followed her parents away quickly, unwilling to give up.
The farce has finally come to an end.
Silence returned to the flower hall.
Zhou Congxian looked at her amusedly, "So you know how to scare people now."
As he spoke, he turned to look at his daughter.
"And you, when did your father break anyone's leg? Don't talk nonsense."
Fu'er snorted, "If they can talk nonsense, why can't I?"
Zhou Congxian tapped her little nose, "What if your mother misunderstands?"
Fu'er shrugged. "That's not something I can be responsible for."
Zhou Congxian, “…”
Meng Shilan looked at him, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"General Zhou was very impressive today, allowing this humble woman to take advantage of his power."
He looked up, hugged his son tightly with one hand, and covered his daughter's eyes with the other.
He quickly leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips.
"My people and my power are all for you alone."
A blush quickly crept onto Meng Shilan's cheeks.
She gave him a coquettish glare.
"The child is still here!"
Zhou Congxian didn't seem to mind, and instead pulled her closer to him.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"Let them see this from a young age, so that they will know how to get along as husband and wife later in life."
He was perfectly justified.
When Fu'er regained her sight, she saw her parents embracing each other.
She immediately stuck it on as well.
"Mother, I want to be held too!"
Seeing this, Little Fatty was delighted and didn't hesitate to shake off his father's large hand that was controlling his head.
"I want one too! I want one too!"
Chunxing walked in.
"Miss, young master."
"The Seventh Prince has arrived."
Xiao Lin walked in with a smug look on his face, with Yuanbao behind him carrying a long, narrow wooden box.
Fu'er immediately crawled out of Meng Shilan's arms.
"Brother Xiao Lin!"
Xiao Lin raised his chin, "Fu'er, look what fun things I brought you!"
He paid no attention to Zhou Congxian and his wife.
He even waved their bows casually, not even glancing at them.
"You really came! What fun things did you bring?"
Zhou Congxian was taken aback at first, then gritted his teeth inwardly.
When did the Seventh Prince and Fu'er become so close?
How could the precious jewel he held in his palm smile and laugh with another man?
Even if the other person is just a teenager...
Xiao Lin clearly didn't notice Zhou Congxian's icy gaze, which was almost tangible.
He crouched down to be at eye level with Fu'er.
"Of course, when has my word ever been broken?!"
He patted the wooden box beside him as if presenting a treasure.
"What I brought you is a treasure that is one of a kind in the world!"
"What is it? What is it?"
Fu'er's curiosity was completely piqued, and she circled around the wooden box.
The moment the box was opened.
A cold, metallic sheen of light caught everyone's eye.
What's this?
Its shape is extremely peculiar, neither a knife nor a sword.
It is made entirely of refined iron, with smooth yet cold lines. The front end is a long black tube, and the back is connected to a wooden handle.
Zhou Congxian's brows furrowed instantly.
Firearms!
This is a genuine product of the Divine Machine Battalion. Where did the Seventh Prince obtain it?
How could you show something like this to a child!
"Seventh Prince!" Zhou Congxian shouted coldly.
"There's a limit to your audacity. You stole this from the Divine Machine Camp; what if it harms innocent people?"
Meng Shilan grasped Zhou Congxian's arm and shook her head at him.
She knew what he was worried about.
Xiao Lin saw that he looked like he had never seen the world before.
The boy's eyebrows and eyes were raised in a carefree manner.
"You call yourself a seasoned general? This thing won't hurt anyone without the black pill!"
He patted his chest, his face beaming with pride.
"This was developed by me and several experienced engineers in the camp."
He carefully took the short musket out of its case.
"With muskets, the enemy won't be able to get close!"
He raised his musket and held it horizontally in front of Zhou Congxian.
"No matter how skilled General Zhou is in martial arts, he can only surrender in the face of muskets!"
Fu'er's big eyes were wide open.
Is it really that powerful?
"certainly!"
On Xiao Lin's face was the unique pride and confidence of a creator.
He looked at Fu'er, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.
"Little sister Fu'er, do you want to see?"
"think!"
Fu'er nodded without hesitation.
"good!"
Xiao Lin: "Let's go to the training ground!"
The Meng family's training ground was very spacious and had all kinds of weapons.
In the center of the training ground stood an archery target. Xiao Lin took out black pills from a box and loaded them.
"Little Fu'er, watch carefully!"
The moment the words fell.
He pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
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