Invisibly, Ji Tong felt that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
He stood up suddenly, looked at Wen Ranran, bowed and said, "Sir, please clarify!"
Wen Ranran narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled.
"There is no point in fighting the court now. If your purpose is to revive the Ji family, don't rush to seek skin from a tiger!"
Ji Tong was stunned. He didn't expect Wen Ranran to be able to express what he was thinking in one sentence.
Wen Ranran stroked her forehead and wiped away the non-existent cold sweat without leaving a trace.
As early as Xia Lihong was in Lingnan, judging from his words and deeds towards the Ji family in Jincheng, we knew that this guy definitely wanted to create opposition within the big Ji family.
As expected, Ji Tong, the only remaining Ji clan in Youzhou, actually didn't like Xia Lihong very much.
In this case, it is easiest to alienate the other party.
In fact, Wen Ranran knew what Ji Tong was thinking, especially after meeting the other party in person, she had this suspicion.
To be honest, after meeting so many Ji family members with human faces and beastly hearts, and even the crazy Ji family, this branch of Youzhou seems to be the most normal.
Of course, the premise is that Ji Xuyuan's plot to kill people with paintings is ruled out.
Ji Tong didn't expect that each of these political experts could figure him out so clearly.
"I know that the city lord doesn't like to cooperate with Queen Tao, but... the weather is about to enter winter. Soon, Xia Lihong will send someone to cooperate, asking you to first stop the imperial army from heading north."
"But... the reward given may not be satisfactory. You have to know it yourself. I can only tell you so much. Princess Sangzhi is still waiting for me, so I won't accompany you!" Wen Ranran took a sip.
He pursed his lips and stood up. Under his thin figure, there was a certain demeanor that made Ji Tong stunned for a moment.
Ji Tong gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know why Wen Ranran could be so sure, but as the saying goes, it's better to believe it than to believe it. What's more, this little Taoist priest looks quite mysterious, so just listen to it.
That's it.
After Wen Ranran finished fooling around, she was going to go play with Sang Zhi, but before she even entered the door, she heard Sang Zhi's young and immature voice.
"Master...the clothes of this character are drawn like this?"
"Well, the lines should be smoother!"
Wen Ranran listened to it and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Where did Sang Zhi get his master? And why does this master's voice always sound a little familiar?
Wen Ranran carefully poked her head out of the door and saw Ji Xuyuan, who was wrapped up tightly and had not recovered from her injuries, sitting on the Taishi chair, instructing Sang Zhi to paint at the side.
Although Sang Zhi was from the Yan Kingdom, she looked decent when she picked up the Langhao brush. Wen Ranran remembered what she said about painting before, and at that time she thought it was a little princess who was having fun and learning etiquette.
But now... Wen Ranran's mind was spinning very fast.
Why does Sang Zhi want to learn painting from Ji Xuyuan? What if the other person really learns from him?
Among the Black Snake tribe, there is the real secret technique of killing people. If Sang Zhi can really inherit and learn it...
Almost subconsciously, Wen Ranran did not disturb anyone, but went out for a walk in the small garden of the City Lord's Mansion.
In the small garden, the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in August, and the small bright yellow flowers usher in the late autumn with their childish breath.
Wen Ranran stood under the tree for a while and suddenly sneezed.
"Ah sneeze——"
However, this sneeze was far from over, there were more sneezes one after another.
Wen Ranran hit him several times in a row, and finally came to his senses and walked out of the small garden almost covering her face.
Damn it! Who hit the sweet-scented osmanthus tree here?!