Wen Lingjun sighed, looking at the incense he had been searching for a long time, and acknowledging his friend's previous mention of Qilin'er, he reluctantly agreed, "...okay."
He immediately ground some ink, pondered for a moment, and wrote down the grand strategy he had devised, handing it over to Fang Ziqiao.
Fang Ziqiao chatted for a long time before casually taking his leave.
This gentle gentleman smiled as he lowered his gaze.
The second one, done.
Hmm...
He looked back at the courtyard, opened his eyes, and pinched the letter between his fingers.
Three-tenths done.
Just waiting for you to come to the Academy now.
......…
In Jiangnan, changes abounded. In the Qilin Army, the Green Robed Swordsman drank tea and watched the soldiers outside practice their swordsmanship, lost in thought for a long time. Mr. Siming, however, didn't mind and simply used chopsticks to eat grilled meat and drink Jiangnan Wine, thoroughly enjoying himself.
