Chapter 16

Although Ling Tianwang had been on guard, he still couldn't stop the spread of the news. Before noon, the noble families in the capital already knew that Zhou ruo'an defeated 50 elite soldiers with 23 men, even the Imperial Palace was no exception.

"23 men over 50 elite soldiers?" The emperor murmured in a low voice, "Zhou ruo'an? That's interesting. "

Can't hear the emperor's mood in the end how, with the eunuch maids around him subconsciously held their breath, for fear of accidentally angered the emperor.

Nuota's palace is silent, but everyone here is used to this atmosphere, because although the emperor is not a tyrant now, he is not happy, but it is common to kill several close servants.

The eunuch helped the dust he was holding and stood beside him with a low brow.

At this time in Zhou's house, sun carefully looked at Zhou's father, handkerchief constantly stirring, eyes very fierce.

"She's so good!" Zhou's father complained anxiously.

Because of Zhou ruo'an's means, he is always looked at and even pointed out by people when he walks outside.

"You are her mother, how can you not know that she has such means?" As if he finally thought of sun, Zhou's father looked at him and asked.

Sun's expression stiff for a while, some can't believe looking at each other, but this kind of emotion was soon restrained by him.

"She doesn't like to talk on weekdays, and she's not very familiar with my concubine," Sun said with some grievances. Her head hung down deeply, blocking the malice in her eyes.

In the end, it was his true love. With a long sigh, Zhou's father slowly suppressed his anxiety.

"I lost my head," Zhou's father raised his hand and pulled sun's family into his arms and whispered, "these days, he told the people in the house to be quiet."

Sun's eyes quickly across a glimmer of pride, soft if boneless leaning on his body, gently nodded.

Do not know the impact of their own to others, Zhou ruo'an ugly face standing in the study.

She was holding a brush in her hand, and the desk was covered with paper. It seemed that she wanted to write something. However, she kept doing this for a long time, and Zhou ruo'an was still unable to throw the brush aside.

Because Zhou ruo'an suddenly found that he seemed to be illiterate!

The original owner himself is a poor child who nobody cares about. Only when his mother was still alive, he learned two words, and then he was completely abandoned.

Although Zhou ruo'an is proficient in all kinds of martial arts and knows the languages of various countries, he can't smoothly convert the simplified Chinese characters with missing arms and broken legs into the traditional Chinese characters needed by today's dynasties, not to mention writing with a brush. The soft tip of the pen accidentally pokes a black spot on the paper.

Long sigh, Zhou ruo'an's eyes rarely across a bit decadent.

Do you need help? Zhou ruo'an thought in his heart, but he couldn't make a decision.

"Miss," tea quietly came in, softly called, "you have a rest."

Powerless look at the tea, Zhou ruo'an seems to suddenly think of something like, eyes suddenly lit up.

"Red tea," Zhou ruo'an called softly, waving at her, "come here."

Tea automatically stood beside, some doubt asked, "Miss?"

"Can you read?" Zhou ruo'an coughed and asked seriously.

She shook her head without hesitation and explained with a wry smile, "the maid was poor when she was a child. She was sold to the palace and survived. Naturally, she was illiterate."

Because in the heart already had guessed, Zhou ruo'an hears this answer not to have many accidents, but in the heart helpless more and more heavy.

"Forget it," Zhou ruo'an casually kneaded the paper in front of him and threw it into the next basket, "only this time!"

With that, Zhou ruo'an turned and left without hesitation, walking in a hurry.

In a twinkling, there was only one person left. Red sleeve couldn't help blinking her eyes and gently shook her head.

"Is your Lord here?" Looking at the people guarding outside the study, Zhou ruo'an asked calmly.

"Yes," the guard nodded.

Thinking about his plan, Zhou ruo'an's mouth could not help pressing down, and his momentum was very fierce.

"May I go in?" Zhou ruo'an pointed to the closed door and asked.

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, arched his hand and said, "please Miss Zhou, wait for a while."

Knowing the special significance of ancient study, Zhou ruo'an waved his hand and urged, "please hurry up."

Ling Tianwang has already heard the outside sound, some unexpected pick eyebrows, subconsciously want to stand up.

But soon, he thought of what happened in school today, hesitated for a while, and sat down slowly.

I don't know if it's to cover up something. Ling Tianwang coughed lightly and looked at the books beside him solemnly."Lord," said the guard in a low voice after a salute, "Miss Zhou seems to be looking for you."

Ling Tianwang seems to have just heard the voice, slowly turned his head and said calmly, "let him in."

Concise expression of their ideas, Ling Tianwang once again put his eyes on the book.

"Lord, please go in," the guard said softly.

Zhou ruo'an arched his hand at him and pushed the door in without hesitation.

Ling Tianwang sits there quietly, the sunlight sprinkles on her body through the window pane, falling bright spots. From time to time, he raises his hand and turns the page, constantly breaking this still life painting, so that people clearly know that this is a living person.

Zhou ruo'an's eyes quickly across a surprise, but soon he was convergence down.

"Ling Tianwang," Zhou ruo'an yelled, without breaking the sense of guilt of this beautiful scene.

"Well?" Ling Tianwang raised his head slightly and only made a single tone.

"Write a plan for me," Zhou ruo'an said cleanly. He didn't think his requirements were too much.

Ling Tianwang finally couldn't put it on. He looked at Zhou ruo'an funny and asked, "what's the plan? Why should I write for you? "

Ling Tianwang's expression is very proud, but he does have such capital, whether it is the wealth accumulated by ningwang or the army that belongs to him alone is his strongest backing.

Not caring about his expression, Zhou ruo'an casually sat down beside him and explained, "they don't know my training method. I plan to write it on paper."

"Is this the plan?" Ling Tianwang picked an eyebrow and said, "it's quite appropriate."