The spring rain is drizzling, and the spring thunder is rolling, and the rumbling sound is very scary.

Zhang Yuan ran quickly in the rain, and the Yuan Iron Steel Gun was inserted on his back. In reality, he was simply seeking death.

After all, "Expedition" is a game, a world of dataization, a world of orderly rules, everything has traces to follow, chaos comes with order, or programs. For example, thunder is precisely because the system controls the weather in "Expedition", so it is impossible to slash thunder for no reason, even if Zhang Yuan's chance of doing this in reality is very high...

If it weren't for this, Zhang Yuan wouldn't dare to carry a "lightning rod" in the rain so "cool".

Running to Keyuan City, the spring rain gradually became smaller and stopped.

Zhang Yuan did not stop and handed over the black brocade and weapons to his personal guards, and strode into General Xi's mansion.

Fu Bo, the butler of General Xi’s mansion, said: “Miss, General Zhang Yuan is asking for a meeting!”

In the study, Xi Juan put down the paper in his hand reluctantly and said, "Let him come in!"

Uncle Fu replied: "Yes!"

When Zhang Yuan stepped into the study, the first thing he noticed was a shelf filled with bamboo slips and a picture of a tiger going down the mountain with a good brocade. In the picture, a man was wearing armor, with his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were staring forward like a torch. His momentum was like a rainbow, like a real person, giving people a deep and murderous intent.

‘Who is this person? Who has such a painter? Drawing such an artistic picture!’

A thought flashed through Zhang Yuan's mind, and then Zhang Yuan withdrew his gaze, knelt alone at the door of the study, and said, "The last general, Xihe, Zhang Yuan, see General Zhenyuan!"

"Get up!" Xi Juan said lightly.

Zhang Yuan stood up, not Xi Juan's face, but a stack of papers she placed on the table. He suddenly realized a lot in his heart: "Is it popular? It seems that this time should be here to get the benefits! Finally, I waited, but does this indicate that the war between the dynasties is not far away? At this speed, it was nearly ten days faster than in the previous life. It seems that the rebirth of the little butterfly has a great influence!'

Countless thoughts flashed by, and Zhang Yuan was secretly alert at the same time. It seemed that the memories of the previous life could only be used for reference, and could not be based on the memories of the previous life.

"You are an alien, you should have seen this. This was passed down from the Ming Dynasty, as well as saddles and horseshoes, etc. Your Majesty has ordered craftsmen to complete it. In two days, I will send people to send two thousand saddles and horseshoes, and their drawings will also be sent together, plus two hundred Qin crossbows!"

Xi Juan turned and said, "The news came from the spy that the Yuan Dynasty was about to move recently and mobilized domestic troops, as if it was intended to send troops to the surrounding areas! The biggest possibility was the Han Dynasty, followed by the Tang Dynasty, and the possibility of the Qin Dynasty was slim. Give you two hundred Qin crossbows to let you guard Xihe Town for me, do you have confidence?"

"I will definitely live up to the general's entrustedness!" A trace of fighting spirit flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, "Has the Yuan Dynasty finally arrived?"

Xi Juan couldn't resist and looked down at the blank paper, as if he saw a novel toy, and was reluctant to let go: "Well, do it quickly in building heavy cavalry. I will also send some craftsmen to you, don't let my expectations for you!"

"Here!" Zhang Yuan smiled. No matter how many craftsmen came, they were picked up for nothing.

While he was happy, Zhang Yuan did not dare to neglect his feelings and said, "This time I came here in person to get Xuan Tie and invite a master craftsman."

Zhang Yuan naturally did not dare to tell Ou Yezi's story. Although he had a good impression of Xi Juan, it was not so good that even the indigenous people would say that they would compete with players for talents.

"You can do whatever you want, but remember that you can't let them fall into other dynasties, especially the Yuan Dynasty. As for if you can get it from other dynasties, it's of course the best!" Xi Juan didn't care about the matter of the master of craftsman mentioned by Zhang Yuan. At her level, unless she is particularly famous, there is really nothing missing.

The business talks were almost done, and Xi Juan said to Xiaoqing next to me: "Xiaoqing, go to the box on the left side of my bedroom dressing cabinet to get the bamboo slip!"

"Yes!" Xiaoqing responded softly and retreated.

Xi Juan didn't say anything, picked up a wolf-haired brush from the side, carefully dipped some ink on the inkstone, and wrote carefully on the white paper. For the people of the Han Dynasty, white paper and other things were novel and precious things, for fear of being ruined.

Zhang Yuan stood up straight, looked around with his eyes, then looked at Xi Juan. Looking at Xi Juan's careful appearance, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Although Xi Juan lowered her head and Zhang Yuan looked down on her appearance, Zhang Yuan still felt a little moved.

Don't tell him that Xi Juan is an Npc or something. He has long been used to "Expedition". Zhang Yuan never treats them as a string of data, but people who are no different from him. If you say the difference, it may be that one lives in "Expedition" and the other can travel back and forth between two worlds.

In his previous life, in "Expedition", more than ten years, in reality, although he had several relationships, he ended up in vain for various reasons. In a word, he was still a virgin.

In terms of feelings, Zhang Yuan is really just an idiot. Of course, he is not as exaggerated as described in the novel. He just doesn’t know how to deal with feelings. It is impossible for him to be so idiot that he can’t feel the feelings others have towards him.

Xi Juan seemed to have never noticed it, and he was writing with all his concentration, which was very difficult and awkward.

"Miss!" Xiaoqing's voice interrupted a person who was concentrating on writing, a staring blankly.

Xi Juan raised his head and said, "Well, Xiaoqing is here! Give me the bamboo slips!"

"Here!" Xiaoqing respectfully handed over the bamboo slips. Xi Juan took them and said to Zhang Yuan: "Can you use this? If you know, I will copy one here. As for the bamboo slips that were handed down by my father, I can't give them to you!"

"Thank you for your kind gift! I'll learn a brush for a few years!" Zhang Yuan didn't understand that he was lucky, but he didn't expect that Xi Juan really taught himself his family martial arts.

The grades of family martial arts are different. There are earth-level martial arts that can be practiced all the way to the innate world, and ordinary martial arts. However, they have one thing in common, that is, they rarely fall out, and most of the indigenous people would rather die than pass on their family martial arts to others, or even their daughters.

In his previous life, in "Expedition", Zhang Yuan's calligraphy was very good. He even practiced his own style and used his characters to characterize people. Zhang Yuan has always believed that good writing style can make his image better, and he spent a lot of time practicing calligraphy.

"Okay, you'll copy here. I'll send you lunch!" Xi Juan instructed, then stood up and took Xiaoqing out of the study.
Chapter completed!