There were boos in the audience. The impression of Su Zhi was instantly raised to an extremely high level. No one would have thought that she, a little girl, could say such truth. If you think about it carefully, these truths can make people think deeply.

Yan Zheng's face was livid, and Su Zhi was so speechless that he could not speak. This little girl's tongue was unusually sharp.

"Even if you are talking alarmist here, you may not be so frightened that you can't speak when you go to the battlefield. How can you, a woman with no strength, lead a heavy army?" Yan Zheng said with a green face.

"What Master Yan said is different. I can naturally control the animals I lead. Soldiers are about rules, punishment, and military spirit. Those who are capable come first. I can protect my soldiers, can Master Yan?" This old man is too difficult to deal with.

There was another sigh of relief after sitting down.

"Then let me go and see how capable she is. What do you think, Your Majesty?" Yan Zheng wished he could tear Su Zhi into pieces.

Su Gurong waved his hand, "Give me the sword."

Su Zhi took the sword and felt a little unfamiliar. He missed not having touched it for some time. Unfortunately, it was not his own. His own sword had been carefully hidden to prevent Su Gurong from confiscating it.

"Master Yan, I'm offended." Su Zhi said with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, and a handsome body.

Everyone was frightened. Regardless of the number of swords or sword skills, Yan Zheng could easily capture the long bow and giant spear. They all secretly broke into a cold sweat for Su Zhi.

Yan Zheng snorted, "The sword has no eyes. If the girl surrenders, she can do it now."

Su Zhi nodded, "Same, sir."

Severe anger burned from his feet to the top of his head, and this bitch provoked him at every turn. Even if he killed her, the king would not do anything to himself, so he made up his mind and attacked first.

Su Zhi had to say that Yan Zheng's number of swords was indeed adequate. But the rules were too messy, and the original soul of the weapons was lost when the weapons were used in a mixed manner. A sword makes the sword not a sword, and the knife is not a knife.

Yan Zheng just attacked and stabbed Su Zhi's vitals when he saw it. Su Zhi's body was light and he easily dodged the attack. Yan Zheng's eyes were red and he used all the strength in his hands, but he couldn't get close to Su Zhi's body no matter what.

Yan Zheng's sword stabbed straight at Su Zhi, but Su Zhi did not attack this time, and everyone exclaimed. Before Yan Zheng could see clearly, Su Zhi turned around and came behind Yan Zheng, with his sword pressed against her neck. His tone was respectful.

, "Master Yan, I accept it."

Others couldn't see clearly, but Yan Zheng knew clearly in his heart that Su Zhi had been playing a game with him back and forth for a long time. In fact, if a fight really broke out, he wouldn't even be able to defeat Su Zhi's three moves. Su Zhi's speed was astonishingly terrifying.

Yan Zheng was angry but also admired. When Su Zhi left him, he snorted and walked away.

Su Gurong smiled softly, "Master Yan, there is no need to be discouraged. Su Zhi's sword skills have always been very good. Even No. 7 has to fight her for several rounds."

"Seventh Manager?"

"How can it be?"

"Who is this woman?"

There were sparse discussions one after another, and Azi kept standing next to Su Gurong and looking at the scene. She thought that Su Zhi would at least be frightened, frightened, and trembled, but there was none. She was still as calm as before her.

A smile. A little bit of unwillingness, a little bit of jealousy, a little bit of bad thoughts suddenly arose in my heart. But I shook my head, Su Zhi had to rely on myself. With her here, Lian Chiyuan could be like a fish in water.

"I admit defeat. Miss Su is indeed capable." Yan Zheng said without complaint.

"My dear friends, do you still have any doubts?" Su Gurong said with a smile.

"It all depends on the king." Being fooled by Su Zhi, everyone regarded Su Zhi as an extraordinary person. In addition, she was familiar with the art of war, so war was not impossible for her.

"That's very good. Tomorrow at noon, Yan Aiqing will take Su Zhi to get familiar with the troops, and together they will help Su Zhi assemble the army and set off as soon as possible."

"Old minister, I obey."

Su Zhi took a deep breath and quietly wiped the sweat from his palms.

Su Zhi's eyes were the most eaten at a banquet. He almost had indigestion. When Su Zhi staggered back to the room, he felt more relaxed than ever before. He took off his boots and stepped on the carpet, sitting cross-legged.

The wind blew in through the window, blowing Su Zhi's long hair to her face, and her eyes darkened slightly. She couldn't explain what she was thinking now, as if everything was just a dream.

He stretched out his slender arms to fill the silver cup on the table with wine, sat on the floor and drank. He hadn't drank in a long time.

"Who poured a cup of tea on the cliff, poured it with lovesickness, poured it with yarn, poured it with me and the sunset for thousands of years, if you drink a cup, can you forget winter and summer, forget to close the gate of time..."

The bottle of wine was empty, and Su Zhi curled up and lay on the carpet. He felt the hot air outside cooling down little by little, turning into a cold wind, an invisible shadow, a stuck old movie, and

A one-man show by himself. The blush gradually appeared on his delicate face, and his eyes were blurred.

Hua Song stayed outside the door for a moment, bit her lip, but did not even step into the door. She took the rescue tea and went to find Ah Zi again.

Azi was keeping vigil outside Su Gurong Hall. When she saw Hua Song approaching, she hurriedly greeted her, "Sister Hua, why are you here?"

"Su Zhi is drunk. Give this to her. I will guard it for you." Her tone was inaudible, and her expression could not be read.

Ah Zi nodded and ran to Su Zhi's residence with tea in her arms. Hua Song sighed softly, sat on the floor and pursed her lips without saying anything. She had heard her sing that song before. She would sing it every time she drank too much.

.She sang beautifully and heartbreakingly. It seemed as if the whole world had nothing to do with her, as if she did not belong to this world.

When Ah Zi entered the room, she saw Su Zhi sleeping on the floor. He sighed and tried his best to move her onto the bed.

Su Zhi frowned. She didn't have the smile or the relaxation before. She seemed to be a different person. She was strange but pitiful. At this moment, she had no light, and only traces of sadness emanated from her face.

"You must be tired too. Ah Zhi. I am also very tired, especially when I see His Highness. From now on, you must treat him well and never let him down. What I can't do, I hope you can do it."

.Otherwise, I will be very unwilling. I will be particularly unwilling. Do you understand?"

After staring blankly for a long time, Ah Zi gently pinched the corner of the quilt for her, blew out the red candle, then quietly closed the door and walked out.

Standing outside the door and exhaling, it felt so good to say it. Even if she couldn't hear it at all. But it would be nice to say it. Her forbearance, her thoughts, her concern on the surface, and the pain in her heart.

No one can see her, not even His Highness. But she doesn't ask for anything. As long as His Highness is well, that's fine.
Chapter completed!