907. The Art of Vertical and Horizontal
Invisibly, Ji Tong only felt that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.
He stood up suddenly, looked at Wen Ranran, bowed and said, "Please also ask Mr. to make it clear!" ”
Wen Ranran squinted her eyes slightly and smiled.
"There is no point in fighting with the imperial court now, your purpose, if you just want to revive the Ji family, don't rush to seek skin with the tiger!"
Ji Tong was stunned, but he didn't expect Wen Ranran to be able to say what he was thinking in one word.
Wen Ranran stroked her forehead, and wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist without a trace.
As early as Xia Lihong was in Lingnan, looking at his words and deeds towards the Ji family in Jincheng, he knew that this guy must want to fight against the Ji family.
Sure enough, in the only remaining Youzhou Ji clan, Ji Tong actually didn't treat Xia Lihong very much.
In this case, it is easiest to separate the other party.
In fact, Wen Ranran knew Ji Tong's thoughts, especially after seeing the other party himself, she had this kind of conjecture.
To be honest, after seeing so many people with beast hearts, and even the Ji family who are crazy, this branch in Youzhou seems to be the most normal.
Of course, the premise is to rule out Ji Xuyuan's trick of killing people with paintings.
Ji Tong didn't expect that these columnists would be able to touch themselves so clearly.
"I know that the city lord has always disliked cooperating with Queen Tao, but ...... This weather is about to enter winter, and it won't be long before Xia Lihong's side will send someone to cooperate, so that you can block the army of the imperial court going north first. ”
"But...... The reward given may not be satisfactory, you have to count it yourself, I can only tell you so much, the county lord of Sangzhi is still waiting for me, so I won't accompany you! Wen Ranran pursed her lips and stood up, under her thin figure, she actually had a somewhat determined demeanor, which made Ji Tong stunned for a moment.
Ji Tong gritted his teeth, although he didn't know why Wen Ranran was so sure, but as the saying goes, it is better to believe it than not to believe it, not to mention, this little Taoist priest looks quite mysterious, so he should just listen to it.
After Wen Ranran finished flickering, she was about to go to Sang Zhi to play, but before she entered the door, she heard Sang Zhi's young and immature voice.
"Master...... The corners of this character's clothes, but this is how they are drawn? ”
"Well, the lines are smoother!"
Wen Ranran listened to it and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Where did Sang Zhi come from? Besides, why does this Master's voice always sound a little familiar?
Wen Ranran cautiously poked her head out of the door, and saw Ji Xu Yuan, who had been tightly wrapped and had not yet recovered from his injuries, was sitting on the Taishi chair, directing Sang Zhi to paint on the side.
Although Sang Zhi is a native of Yan Country, he has a good appearance when he picks up the wolf pen, Wen Ranran remembered what she said about painting before, and at that time she thought that this was a little county lord playing around to learn etiquette.
But now...... Wen Ranran's brain was spinning fast at this moment.
Why did Sang Zhi want to learn painting from Ji Xuyuan, and if the other party really learned to be a teacher, what should he do?
Among the Xuan Snake Tribe, there is a real secret technique of killing people, if Sang Zhi can really inherit and learn it......
Almost subconsciously, Wen Ranran didn't alarm anyone, but went out to take a walk around the small garden of the City Lord's Mansion.
In the small garden, the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in August, and the small bright yellow flowers, with a childish atmosphere, usher in late autumn.
Wen Ranran stood under the tree for a while, and sneezed coldly.
"Ahh
However, this one sneeze is far from over, and one after another, more sneezes.
Wen Ranran hit several times in a row, and finally reacted, almost covering her face and leaving this small garden.
Holy! Who's here in the osmanthus tree?!
But...... Why does she have osmanthus allergies?