It’s really that Wen Yu looks too gentle and refined, just like a weak young man.
I think it would be nice to let him compose poetry, but not to go to the battlefield.
After hearing this, Wen Yu stood up excitedly and said, "I don't need protection. I can protect you. I want to save Uncle Nine, not to win the hearts of the people."
As he spoke, he picked up the lid of the teacup, his eyes fixed and shot towards the pillar.
With a "bang" sound, the edge of the teacup lid was firmly embedded in the wooden pillar.
The whole audience fell silent, and everyone looked at that place in surprise.
If you don't have enough strength or move quickly enough, the teacup lid will never be able to penetrate the pillar and will just fall to the ground and break.
Jiang Mengli came back to his senses and immediately clapped his hands, "Good, not bad, not bad, you still have some skills. I thought you were just a delicate prince, but I didn't expect you could learn martial arts."
Wen Yu smiled. "How can a prince win the support of his people if he doesn't have real ability? My mother has always said that I should not only learn how to govern a country, but also be proficient in both civil and military affairs."
"Master said that one should be low-key. This is the first time I've shown off my martial arts skills. Even my father thought I only had a few basic skills."
Jiang Mengli looked around him thoughtfully.
The one in front of me is the crown prince. Once the emperor dies, he will be the emperor. Life is unpredictable, and the emperor might suddenly die one day.
If you build a good relationship, won’t that person become your most powerful backer in the future?
Wen Yu felt a little embarrassed when being stared at. "Ms. Jiang...Ms. Jiang, why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Mengli smiled and squinted her eyes and said, "Because you are cute and handsome, I promise you, come over early tomorrow."
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