Yang Ling returned to Chengdu, which was even busier than when he was in Xuzhou. For two consecutive days, officials from all walks of life greeted each other and held a banquet for entertainment. On the third day, Yang Ling could not help but drink and meat for several days, so he exclaimed that he was unwell and stayed at the headquarters to rest.

After practicing it in the morning, he became angry and danced with Wu Hanchao again. Yang Ling remembered the amazing sword technique that Zhu Rangjin showed that day, so he mentioned it to Wu Hanchao. Wu Hanchao is a martial artist and pays special attention to fellow practitioners. He asked Zhu Rangjin carefully about his passing.

Yang Ling became very erect, and then tried the beautiful sweeping and stabbing action in one go, describing his power of using the sword. Wu Hanchao thought for a while and said, "This kind of sword technique is completely fierce. Unlike the martial arts of the Central Plains. The Bashu martial arts sects also use swordsmanship.

Sichuan is the gateway to the Western Regions, and there are often people from the Western Regions. The Shu Palace is rich and powerful, and most of the people who come into contact with outstanding figures in the Western Regions. The second prince's martial arts and sword skills are probably the place where swordsmen in the Western Regions are learned from."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "So can you deal with your martial arts skills?"

Wu Hanchao smiled humbly and said, "There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. I have never taken any action. Hanchao dared not boast. However, in the Western Regions, the desert grasslands, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the sword techniques there are also powerful, domineering, and they are all their own. They are most suitable for fighting in battle formations, sweeping across the board, and being invincible."

Yang Ling laughed and said, "You kid, it's fine to say that he is not as good as you, but you have to beat around the bush. The second prince's sword technique is suitable for killing enemies on the battlefield and sweeping across thousands of troops. That's what it means if you fight alone and compete for sword moves and martial arts, you will be inferior to you?"

Wu Hanchao laughed and said, "Each has its own strengths, each has its own strengths."

The two were laughing, and Liu Dabangcui ran over. Yang Ling pointed at Dabangcui and smiled, "But what you said, the level of martial arts is indeed different from the skills of battlefield fighting. Dabangcui's martial arts are far inferior to you. If you fight, he can at most fight against five combinations. But if you two kill people at the same time on the battlefield, one stick of incense will come down, Dabangcui will definitely kill more people than you."

Dabangchui didn't know what the two were talking about, but he had fought with Wu Hanchao. Whether it was empty-handed or using weapons, it was not his enemy with just a few moves, so he was most convinced by Wu Hanchao. Now, he heard the general praise him for killing more enemies on the battlefield than Wu Hanchao, and he couldn't help but smile.

Yang Ling asked, "Is there anything wrong in the early morning?"

Dabangchui hurriedly said, "Oh, I just handed in the post and said..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ling said, "Just say I was not feeling well and I won't see guests today."

"Oh, hehe, I should be rejected. When Dashang was not in Chengdu, he brags to me, asking Dashang to kneel down and lick her toes. When Dashang comes back, he will come to treat her..."

Yang Ling hurriedly called out Liu Dabangchui and asked, "Who? Who is so bold, let me lick his toes?!"

Liu Dabangcui turned around and said at the top of his voice: "It's that little princess, I, Old Liu, don't let her go out..."

"Okay, okay, I'll say that I'm uncomfortable and I won't see you for the time being. Be a little polite." The beauty can be forgiven, and the beauty's feet are not so annoying. Is it a verbal loss..... I'm taking a loss means taking advantage. Lord Yang decided very generously not to pursue it.

But after he said that, he suddenly thought: What did the little princess come to find him? The King of Shu moved back to the palace yesterday. Even if he treats a meal today, it is not the princess who will come forward to invite someone? Yang Ling hurriedly asked again: "She is the only one here?"

"No, there is also the second prince. Their brother and sister came together."

Yang Ling sweated a little and hurriedly said, "Please invite them into the living room to wait for tea, I will change my clothes and go."

Yang Ling changed his clothes and rushed to the living room. He saw the brother and sister sitting in the living room. Yang Ling glanced slightly and saw Zhu Rangjin having a flawless authentic tea. The little princess Zhu Xianger pressed her knees and did not move.

Yang Ling changed into a Confucian robe and a pair of Confucian scarves. He hurried into the hall and bowed and smiled, "I have seen the second prince and the princess. I am unwell and have misfortune. I am far away from you. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me."

Zhu Rangjin put down the teacup, stood up and smiled, "I'm afraid it's not because of my physical discomfort, but because of my stomach and intestines? Haha, don't worry. Don't worry, my brother and sister are here, it's not because of your big fish and meat."

Yang Ling also laughed and asked Zhu Rangjin to sit down, sat down on the chair opposite him, and said, "I heard that the prince had moved back to the prince's mansion yesterday. Is the prince's health okay?"

"My father is safe, please take care of the Lord. The father has already posted all the invitations. We are scheduled to invite the royal family and other relatives of the royal family and civil and military officials in Chengdu tomorrow. One is to celebrate the rebellion of the capital and the other is to celebrate the merits of the Lord."

Zhu Rangjin said as he took out a gold-plated invitation from his sleeve and placed it on the table. Yang Ling hurriedly thanked him and answered him. Zhu Rangjin smiled again: "As soon as he arrived at the door, I heard that the adults were not feeling well and did not see the guests today. I knew that the adults were afraid of socializing.

Haha, it’s rare to be sick and ask for some leisure time. Why should I sit in the mansion? There are many famous historical sites in Chengdu. It’s better to travel with you and I. I have never left my cups for the past two days. I guess I don’t know that there are actually many teahouses in Chengdu than taverns? Isn’t it pleasant to visit ancient temples, climb high buildings, and taste fragrant tea?"

Yang Ling had a good impression of Zhu Rangjin. When he heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "Okay, are you and me? Brother Yang Shen has disappeared for many days. Is he in Chengdu?"

Zhu Rangjin said: "Yang Shen returned to his old house and waited for Grand Secretary Yang's letter. I believe that when he got the news, he would come to meet the adults. Today is to be quiet and leisurely. I have not made many friends here, so I and my younger sister will accompany the adults to travel together."

"Oh?" Yang Ling was a little surprised. This little pepper was coming as a tour guide. How could she have that kindness? Could it be that the King of Shu was ordered that she could not resist the mercy?

Thinking of this, Yang Ling quickly glanced at Zhu Xianger, and sure enough, it brought the little girl a big roll of her eyes.

The light emitted from Zhu Xianger's hand attracted Yang Ling's attention. He saw Zhu Xianger's fair little hand impatiently hitting his knees. The noble girl from Shu liked to applique the flower tangerine on her forehead, but she put a finely carved pure gold flower tangerine on her white wrist. The pure gold flower tangerine was emitting brilliant light as the back of her palm rose and fell.

There was no direct sunlight in the living room, so the golden light was not dazzling. The soft and bright golden light reflected her white and tender palms, which were slightly transparent and slightly red, as attractive as fresh apricot dried fruit.

Zhu Rangjin noticed the secret confrontation between the two, and quickly turned around and glared at Xiang'er, then smiled and said, "My little sister heard that there is a female general under her command. She has made many achievements in fighting and is a hero among women. She admires her very much, so she followed her. Since this adult is responsible for the safety of her adults, she might as well travel to Chengdu with you and me. My little sister really wants to make this friend."

Yang Ling changed his mind. Wu Wending is now an official in Chengdu, and Song Xiaoai will marry here sooner or later. Ascending to the Shu Palace, this friend will do all kinds of benefits to her. Yang Ling quickly responded with a smile: "Okay, please sit down, you two, and come down."

Yang Ling hurried back to the back house, called Wu Hanchao, Dabangcui and others summoned a team of personal soldiers to change into the clothes of the people, followed by light and darkness, and visited Chengdu Prefecture together. Yang Ling did not forget that there was another elusive assassin who was missing. Although he had been away from Chengdu for more than a month, it was logical that there was no reason why the assassin would wait in one place for so long, but if he didn't understand the other party's purpose, it was difficult to determine the other party's behavior. Yang Ling still put on soft armor and put on sleeve arrows before he came out.

In order to facilitate travel, Song Xiaoai also changed into a woman's clothes. She chose emerald green. When she dressed up, her appearance became more beautiful and her body proportions were very well-proportioned. Most of the ladies from the noble family were delicate and beautiful. Zhu Xianger was relatively more generous. However, Song Xiaoai went to this stop. Although her facial features were not as delicate as hers, her cool and heroic figure and bright eyes and white teeth were reflected in each other. Seven-point beauty and three-point heroic spirit. Even Zhu Xianger was stunned and praised her beauty repeatedly, which made Song Xiaoai feel embarrassed.

The group was just a place to enjoy the fun. There was no fixed goal. Because there were female relatives, they all rode in sedan chairs, Wenshu Temple, Wuhou Temple, Du Fu Thatched Cottage, and Wangjiang Tower. They remembered there aimlessly and then picked up sedan chairs and went to wander around. Whenever they went there, they first let the guards spread it in and carefully separated them from the tourists. These people did not disturb the people, and they were free and happy.

When the officials came to visit the King of Shu, they mentioned the story of suppressing bandits and mentioned that Song Xiaoai was wise to take Lingxiao City many times. The little princess was very curious after hearing the curtain, so she asked her the maids and soldiers. The people said the news that the news was even more exaggerated and untrue, so she told her the tenfold record of Song Xiaoai, which made the little princess admire her. Then she followed her second brother to the imperial envoy's mansion, hoping to meet the great hero in her heart.

Both of them are straightforward and not as arrogant as a lady of a lady, as she traveled half of Chengdu and became friends in the boudoir. She kept asking about Song Xiaoai's deeds in the south of the Yangtze River and the suppression of bandits in Xuzhou. Although Song Xiaoai's words were not as mysterious as the guards said, they were even more vivid, making the little princess and a little follower. She was inseparable from her. She regarded Song Xiaoai as a god.

The god in her heart is Song Xiaoai, but the god in Song Xiaoai's heart is Yang Ling. She followed Yang Ling to fight. There were no difficulties and endless tricks. Song Xiaoai was admiring her. Every time she talked about a war example, she praised Yang Ling very much. Even standing in the Wuhou Temple, she dared to praise Yang Ling shamelessly.

Zhu Xianger was very dissatisfied and asked Yang Ling in detail about her "great achievements". Zhu Xianger pouted her mouth and walked for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she ran to pull Yang Ling's lichen sleeves.

At this time, everyone had already arrived at Zhaojue Temple. Zhaojue Temple is located in Qinglongchang outside the north gate, and is known as the "first jungle" in western Sichuan. Since the construction of the temple during the Zhenguan period, many eminent monks have emerged, but the reputation here is obviously not as good as that of Wuhou Temple, Qingyang Palace and other places. In addition, October is the busy farming and business season, and there are not many pilgrims in the temple.

There was no surprise in the stroll along the way. Yang Ling was already very cautious. Even if there was an assassin following her, it would be difficult to find out their whereabouts and prepare for assassination. When she was relaxed, Yang Ling and Zhu Rangjin had a more pleasant chat.

He had just walked under the corridor column and felt someone pulling his sleeve. When he turned around, he saw that it was the little princess, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Xianger's eyes rolled and asked, "Is it really your magic trick to sweep Dulong Island in Jiangnan and attack Shuangyu Island?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "That was a strategy planned by a strategist below. Of course, I also participated in it, but......"

Zhu Xianger interrupted him and asked again: "Where is the Malacca? First use fire ships, then use wolves to fight, water and mines, and at the same time, another surprise force will be used to take Malacca first?"

When Zhu Rangjin saw that his younger sister, who had always been prejudiced to Yang Ling, asked him about the war with relish, and thought that his younger sister's admiration had shifted again. He was reluctant to improve his relationship, so he deliberately went forward a little. Song Xiaoai also seized the opportunity and whispered a few words to Wu Hanchao.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Oh, that's it, the Fire Ship Strategy is a warrior under my command, and based on this, I and the generals of the navy and decided to divide it into three steps..."

Zhu Xianger curled her lips and said proudly: "Hmph, so that's it. Feelings are all the ideas that others think of. You General Yang, you, have taken it as yours. I really think you are so great."

Yang Ling blinked and smiled, "Their ability is of course mine."

He pointed to the few tourists in the courtyard and the vendors outside the temple gate and said, "When employed people, you don't have to be a thousand-mile horse; when you become an official, you don't have to understand everything yourself. Everyone has his strengths, it depends on whether you can use it or not.

You see, that person is good at pasting lanterns, and that person is good at making sandalwood. I know what they are good at. It is not called sandalwood people to paste lanterns, nor is it called lanterns to make incense, but to let them do their best. That is my ability."

He raised his sleeves and said with a smile: "If I build a temple for those who can make sandalwood, prepare an incense burner, and prepare a few hooks for those who can make lanterns under the eaves, then it will be called Bo Le. People can do their best to use their talents and things to their best. This is the most competent official, do you understand?"

Zhu Xianger didn't understand, her eyes rolled, and her delicate far-frown eyebrows slightly frowned: "Are you playing a maneuver with me? Then, according to your opinion, how can I use my talents?"

"You?" Yang Ling looked at her up and down and said seriously: "Prince, are you... suitable for grinding tea, burning incense and fan..."

"Uh? You......You said I am suitable to be a little maid?" Zhu Xianger suddenly reacted and said in a furious manner.

Yang Ling said seriously: "It is good for people to use their talents and things to use them. This is good......no waste..."

"Haha, such a little beauty needs to be used to cook a pot, warm her feet and produce a quilt, and that is the only way for people to do their best..." There was a scholar in the temple gate who seemed to hear the conversation between the two and couldn't help but burst into laughter. When the two of them heard the sound, the scholar was covering his fan and laughing and turning his head.
Chapter completed!