Chapter 317: Another moment when Marquis Wenyuan envied Lord Zhao
"General Liu, it's probably too late for us to find someone to learn from us at the last minute. If it delays the work on the front line, we'll be finished." Wen Yuanhou tried to persuade General Liu again. Who wouldn't want such a talent?
General Liu is in charge of all military deployments, so he can't just focus on Wenyuan Hou. This time, the inventory has already been emptied. The subsequent military equipment battalion is under great pressure!
"Lord Wen, don't worry. There are people in the army who know how to do this. We've organized training before. They're just not as proficient as the Armament Battalion. It won't delay anything."
"Really?"
General Liu nodded firmly, "It really won't work!"
Wenyuan Hou could only turn his gaze to Zhao Anwei, "Anwei..."
Zhao Anwei smiled timidly, as if he had no say in the matter. "Uncle Wen, my little sister, my father and mother can't do anything to her, let alone me!"
"Look at how little you can do. In that case, you'd better keep your eyes open for this general later. If you can't learn..." Marquis Wenyuan reached out and patted the little fox beside him, expressing his unfinished words.
Seeing that the situation had changed, General Liu walked faster. They went straight through the large courtyard in the middle and went outside to the place where the heavy crossbow was tested.
Wen Yuanhou and Zhao Anwei also followed General Liu and walked quickly, but when passing by the large courtyard, Wen Yuanhou glanced at a person's back and was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Anwei had been walking beside Wen Yuanhou. He also noticed that something was wrong with him. "Uncle Wen, what's wrong?"
"I think I saw the prince's son?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Anwei followed Marquis Wenyuan's gaze and saw his nephew Zhao Houyang and the crown prince's second son, Prince Ruihe, sitting casually on the ground with a group of people, chatting with the people next to them, while assembling weapons with extremely skillful hands.
"It's my younger sister's third son, Prince Ruihe."
Seeing that Zhao Anwei had no intention of stepping forward to greet him, Marquis Wenyuan asked, "Prince Ruihe and Princess Funing have a good relationship?"
When General Liu knew about this, he proudly said that he was very satisfied with this grandson. Perhaps the future strength of Jing State would also be due to the contribution of this grandson.
"My Lord, you don't know this. Prince Ruihe is a disciple of Princess Funing and often follows her around."
Marquis Wenyuan had previously thought that Prince Ruihe was merely a tool for the Emperor to enhance Princess Funing's achievements. He had never imagined that he was actually learning a skill. A skill that the Emperor's grandson could learn from him. Marquis Wenyuan's thoughts were even more turbulent. "Princess Funing's disciple?"
Zhao Anwei nodded modestly. Although they were discussing this matter, they did not stop and the group of people were still moving forward quickly.
Zhao Houyang and Yang Chengchen didn't know that someone had recognized them. They were trying hard to assemble various weapons.
"Your father is really lucky!"
Marquis Wenyuan was so envious that he didn't want to talk. If His Royal Highness could successfully ascend the throne, the three generations of the Wu'an Marquisate would have no worries. They all spent their lives in the military. Why did that old man Zhao Changyou have such a good life? Who was jealous? Marquis Wenyuan didn't say.
"Uncle Wen is joking."
When Marquis Wenyuan heard Zhao Anwei's perfunctory words, he immediately strode forward. It was another day when he wanted to go home and beat his children. Moreover, the excellent Princess Funing was originally his daughter-in-law, but those two idiots in the family ended up like that. Maybe this is the saying that a blessed person will not enter an unblessed family!
If he could come back alive this time, he would raise his grandchildren well.
As for Zhao Lingmeng, after Zhao Anwei left, she went to Lord Jin's place. The few of them discussed some issues and finally solved them.
Lord Fan immediately suggested, "Your Highness, would you like to go back and rest for a while?"
"No, I'll just assemble the weapons over here! If these people have any questions, feel free to ask me. Otherwise, running around will only delay things."
Fan Yong smiled and cupped his hands, "Your Highness is dedicated to your work!"
"Not as good as Master Fan, tsk tsk, injured"
Fan Yong immediately went to the side and brought a stool over, "Come, Your Highness, please sit down and talk."
Fan Yong didn't think it was a big deal to complete the mission with injuries. He was a man! Everyone has some injuries. He also felt that his current mission of protecting Princess Funing was not difficult.
His Highness had been in the Arms Camp the entire time, so the chances of him getting into trouble were minimal. His mission was no different from recuperating at home.
Zhao Lingmeng sat on the stool and swiftly assembled the lighter weapons, while Fan Yong sat on the ground beside him, also assembling the weapon parts quickly. However, he also had a sword in his right hand, ready to be reached at any time.
They give people the feeling that they are always ready to fight, so among the secret guards, those who can still survive after going through so many missions are not good people, and none of them are lucky.
Zhao Lingmeng's place was constantly visited by people who came to report problems and ask for solutions. Every time this happened, Zhao Lingmeng would stop what she was doing and explain things to them seriously.
Zhao Lingmeng felt that it didn't take long before Chunqing came to deliver the meal.
Fan Yong was in a good mood at the moment and was in the mood to joke with Chunqing, "Miss Chunqing, have you prepared lunch for me?"
Except for Zhao Lingmeng, no one found Fan Yong's joke funny, especially Chun Qing.
"Deputy Commander Fan's men also brought your lunch." Chunqing felt that he was so frightened by Shangguan that he couldn't speak. Is this still the living devil among their secret guards? Could it be a different person?
"Sigh, look at what you have accomplished."
Chunqing didn't argue. She quickly set Zhao Lingmeng's lunch and then swiftly carried it over to Lord Fan. Then she squatted beside him, took the weapon parts, and began to assemble them manually.
Fan Yong glanced at Chun Qing and said nothing. This person was now considered His Highness's man. He was not entirely one of their secret guards, so it would be inappropriate for him to interfere too much.
Fan Yong turned his attention to the lunch in front of him. Looking at the delicious food, he envied the eldest princess's day again.
How come His Highness is surrounded by such clever and skillful people, while he is surrounded by a bunch of rough people who can’t even think of cooking and would rather eat the food raw?
Zhao Lingmeng watched Fan Yong stare at the food in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking about, and he didn't start eating for a long time. She asked curiously, "Is this food not to your liking, Mr. Fan?"
"No, I just think that the people around Your Highness are amazing. They can make ordinary dishes so delicious." After Fan Yong said this, he began his wolf-eating performance.
Zhao Lingmeng looked at Master Fan, who was wolfing down his food, and shook her head helplessly. She even doubted whether he could tell the difference between good and bad food based on the way he ate.
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