Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

The adjutant spoke in a low voice, and it seemed that he was not lacking in emotion.

That's right, after all, the second prince was still very powerful yesterday, and he seemed to have the potential to become a prince, but today he was uprooted and demoted to a commoner. The comparison between the past and the present really makes people feel very emotional.

Lu Zicha couldn't help clicking her tongue.

In the deep palace, the most ruthless.

It is difficult to be an emperor, but it is even more difficult to be an emperor's son.

Once it comes to the matter of seizing the heirloom, family affection and brotherhood are nothing. For the cold throne, these people have already reached the point where they will never stop dying, either you die or I live.

No one wants to die.

Once you lose power, you can move your whole body with one hair, and it will be your wealth and life.

Huang Bin, who was still complacent a while ago, just made a wrong step and ended up like this.

When Huang Bin dismounted, the powerful Gao family in the past collapsed, and new forces would naturally take over quickly.

How many people's handwriting is hidden in it?

Difficult to calculate.

After thinking about it, Yan Fengyang raised his hand and straightened his clothes, his emotions remained the same, his eyes were calm, and he heard about the second prince as if he had already known about it, and said: "When such a big event happened, The atmosphere in the palace must be bad, seeing that His Majesty's birthday is coming soon, I don't know if the palace banquet for the Longevity Day will be held."

"Exactly..." The adjutant looked around and then whispered, "By the way, general, you really don't plan to prepare a birthday gift for the emperor?"

Yan Fengyang tapped lightly on the table a few times with his fingers, and he said calmly, "Of course not."

"The minister went to find some Ye Mingzhu, Yu Ruyi, or celebrity calligraphy and paintings?" The adjutant said quickly, as if he was afraid that Yan Fengyang would regret it.

Lu Zicha wanted to laugh when he saw it, but Yan Fengyang said, "No need."

Unexpectedly, the adjutant was stunned: "What is the general going to give to the emperor as a birthday present?"

"one person."

"Ah? Alone?" After hearing this, the adjutant felt that his mind was a little confused, "Could it be that the general wants to present a beautiful woman for His Majesty? It's just that His Majesty is at this age, and his majesty... the majesty should still be able to be revived."

Hearing the adjutant's words, Yan Fengyang smashed the book on the table on his head speechlessly: "Arguing about the emperor, where did you learn this and talk nonsense all day long? I don't think you want this location, I have hysteria and need to go home for the elderly.”

The adjutant scratched his head and smirked, and picked up the booklet.

At first glance, don't say it, it does seem that there is a bit of a brain in this way.

As soon as he left, Lu Zicha couldn't help being curious, and asked Yan Fengyang: "General, is there someone you want to give to the emperor for his birthday? Who is it?"

Yan Fengyang glanced at him: "You will know when the time comes."

What do you mean?

Could it be that Feng Yang will bring him into the palace this time?So he will know the birthday gift by then?

"Go, go to the Martial Arts Hall."

Before Lu Zicha could figure out the relationship, Yan Fengyang got up and pushed the wheelchair to the outside of the house.

Yan Fengyang is very strong in martial arts, even though he has a leg problem and cannot stand, he is still a first-class master in the world.

When I arrived at the Martial Arts Hall, I saw that there was a whole shelf full of Yan Fengyang's weapons, of all kinds, including knives, swords, bows, crossbows, spears, and a series of weapons that Lu Zicha could not name.

He looked at the weapon and said to Lu Zicha, "Bring me all the tools to clean the weapon."

"Yes, General."

Yan Fengyang liked his weapons very much, he took the soft cloth with his own hands, wiped the sharp sword, and said to Lu Zicha while wiping, "Lu Zicha, what weapon do you think is the best for killing people?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zicha's eyebrows twitched.

He looked over intently, but saw that Yan Fengyang didn't look at him, but continued to wipe the sharp crossbow intently, as if his words were unintentional just now, and he was just chatting with Lu Zicha.

Lu Zicha hesitated for a moment, and then said: "General, I was born in the countryside, and I have never done anything, let alone murder, not even a rabbit, how could I know? "

I have never killed a rabbit, but the rabbit is so delicious, he has eaten the rabbit hehe——

That's right, he is the innocent and kind Lu Zicha.

Yan Fengyang smiled, suddenly raised the crossbow arrow in his hand, raised his hand and shot forward, but seeing that the arrow hit the red heart, he said with a bit of affection in his voice, "You, you , that is, you, always perfunctory me."

Yan Fengyang fired three arrows in a row, "boom", "boom", "boom" three times, the three arrows went down, the target shattered and collapsed, and dust fell on the ground.

Only then did he smile with satisfaction, but his voice became much colder: "Remember, the best weapons for killing people are not these things, but other people's knives."

Lu Zicha couldn't help saying this in his heart: what's "other people's knives" for those who beat around the bush?

He thought that Yan Fengyang was really going to talk about weapons, but he didn't expect that he wasn't talking about weapons either. Lu Zicha couldn't afford to provoke those people who played tricks.

The scheming world is so scary, Chacha suddenly wants to go home.

Originally, all the sniper rifles, nuclear explosions, and aircraft carriers flashed through Lu Zicha's mind just now, but Yan Fengyang's words completely brought him back to reality.

"Huh? Why aren't you talking?" Yan Fengyang put down the crossbow and looked at him, "Are you scared?"

Lu Zicha took advantage of the problem and did not forget to throw a rainbow fart at Yan Fengyang.

He blinked his beautiful eyes with long eyelashes, pouted his lips slightly, and said tremblingly, "No, I'm not afraid. The general's crossbow arrows are very good, and their power is so powerful. I'm really envious."

Seeing him like this, Yan Fengyang almost forgot that this little guy knows martial arts, he looked at Lu Zicha: "What weapons do you know, do you want to try these?"

"But these are the general's most cherished weapons, how can you touch them for me?"

Lu Zicha had a sincere face and looked pitiful, but his eyes were so bright that it made people want to touch his smooth black hair.

Yan Fengyang looked funny, he grabbed Lu Zicha's hand and pulled him over: "Look at it, choose it at will, although these are indeed my private collection, but they are not important right now."

Well, they don't matter, you matter.

Lu Zicha declined for a while. Seeing Yan Fengyang's sincerity, he naturally wanted to appreciate the private weapons of this majestic God of War. Otherwise, wouldn't this be a waste of his heart?

Treat people with sincerity, worthy of him.

Having looked at every weapon carefully, Lu Zicha felt as if he had visited a museum, and it was still the kind that he could try.