Shangguan Min was startled and said: "Vice General Li also taught me according to your previous request, Mr. Fang. If you say I didn't teach him well..."
"Don't try to blame me for your troubles." Fang Zilan cut off his words, "I'm not your master."
Shangguan Min let out a low voice, and before he could say anything more, he saw A Wan rush in quickly, "Fang Zilan, we agreed to rest, why did you..."
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, "Shangguan Min, why are you here?"
"Miss Awan, I..." Shangguan Min was about to speak but was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "Before you two reminisce about old times, bring me a pen and paper. I will write a letter to Lao Li and Mr. Qi."
Awan turned around and called to the housekeeper to bring a pen and paper. Fang Zilan wrote a letter while listening to the two people chatting. After the ink was dry, she was about to call the housekeeper in, but was stopped by Shangguan Min.
"You don't have to go through the trouble of a carrier pigeon." Shangguan Min said and whistled, and a goshawk landed steadily on the window lattice, its head held high and its chest high.
Awan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to tease him, but Shangguan Min said: "Be careful, he has a bad temper. It will be bad if he pecks you."
Awan subconsciously retracted her hand and asked curiously: "Shangguan Min, where did you get this goshawk?"
"The one I raised is pretty good, isn't it?" Shangguan Min waved in a showy manner, and the goshawk landed on his shoulder.
Fang Zilan frowned, "Shangguan Min, when did you take charge of raising the falcons in the army? I didn't know at all."
"No." Shangguan Min explained: "I picked up this goshawk, and it stuck with me for some reason."
Fang Zilan sighed softly, "Shangguan Min, are you afraid that others won't know that you are a descendant of the Desert Wolf King?"
Hearing this, A Wan reacted suddenly, "Speaking of which, apart from what is needed for sending messages in the military, I have never seen anyone in Dajing raising falcons privately."
Shangguan Min pursed his lips and dared not speak. Fang Zilan raised his hand and said, "Send your goshawk over."
Shangguan Min made no move, and the goshawk was also very alert. It spread its wings slightly and jumped onto his upright forearm, looking like it was about to attack at any time.
"What's your reaction?" Fang Zilan looked at this man and finally his eyes stopped on the goshawk and threatened: "If you don't come over, I will pluck all your hair out."
The goshawk seemed to understand and flew back to the window lattice. If it wasn't for Shangguan Min's sake, it would have fled immediately.
Shangguan Min looked at Fang Zilan in embarrassment and saw her helplessly saying: "If you don't let me ask the housekeeper to bring in the carrier pigeon, and your goshawk temper is so bad, how are you going to deliver the letter?"
"It turns out I just wanted to deliver a letter." Shangguan Min murmured in a low voice, couldn't help but relax, and held the goshawk in front of Fang Zilan.
"Otherwise, what do you think it is?" Fang Zilan glared at the restless Goshawk and snorted coldly: "If I really want to kill you, do you think Shangguan Min can protect you?"
"Master Fang, he is young, so don't scare him." Shangguan Min gently stroked the goshawk's feathers and whispered a few words of comfort.
Fang Zilan curled her lips and handed the letter to Shangguan Min, "Let your goshawk deliver the letter to Lao Li without any mistakes."
"Okay." Shangguan Min tied the letter neatly, and the goshawk roared sharply and flew up to nine heavens.
"Okay, everything that needs to be done is done. I have to go back to the house and rest." Fang Zilan was rarely so self-conscious, and Awan hurriedly followed her back to the backyard.
Shangguan Min was thrown to the housekeeper by the two of them and moved into a wing of the house.
After that, Fang Zilan cautiously looked at the faces of Wen Ya and A Wan every day, and wandered around the courtyard whenever he found an opportunity. However, within a moment, he would be escorted back to the house by one of the master and apprentice pairs, and the cycle continued.
Finally one day, Fang Zilan was so bored that she threw a paper ball from the window and hit Shangguan Min who came to see her.
Shangguan Min rested his hands on the window lattice and looked at the bored people in the room, "What are your orders, Mr. Fang?"
"How's your marksmanship going?" Fang Zilan said listlessly, "Come here and let me take a look."
Shangguan Min looked around and said in disbelief: "Is it right here?"
"Of course not, I haven't planned to let you demolish all the houses in my house." Fang Zilan said with interest: "There is an open space behind, where I usually practice martial arts, you take the gun and wait for me. "
Shangguan Min nodded in agreement, but Awan in the room heard the conversation between the two clearly, "Fang Zilan, can you calm down for an hour?"
Fang Zilan blinked innocently, "I'll look inside the pavilion to make sure the wind doesn't blow and the snow doesn't get wet."
Awan knew he couldn't defeat her, so he glared at her, turned around and slammed the door out of the house.
Fang Zilan wrapped herself in the thickest fox fur cloak, held a hand warmer, and walked over leisurely.
Shangguan Min was waiting in the open space with a long gun, and Vice General Cao was also there. The two were talking, but stopped when they saw Fang Zilan approaching.
"I'm watching over here." Fang Zilan walked straight to the pavilion, pulled a chair and sat at the door.
Vice General Cao moved a brazier and put it in her hand, "Boss, is it really okay?"
"If not, they will naturally escort me back." Fang Zilan didn't even raise his eyelids. Vice General Cao looked at A Wan and Wen Ya who were walking quickly, and opened his mouth but said nothing.
After Awan and Wen Ya stood still, Fang Zilan greeted: "Stop standing, bring a chair over and sit."
The master and disciple looked at each other, moved the chairs and sat next to Fang Zilan as if accepting their fate.
After everyone was seated, Shangguan Min asked, "Master Fang, can we start?"
Fang Zilan nodded, Shangguan Min held a gun and demonstrated the marksmanship he had learned without landing a single move.
After the demonstration was over, Fang Zilan looked at Vice General Cao and Wen Ya who were standing aside and said, "Old Cao, Mr. Wen, what do you two think of Shangguan Min's marksmanship?"
"My marksmanship is excellent, but..." Vice General Cao stopped talking. Fang Zilan said quietly: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Are you still afraid that Shangguan Min will remember you?"
Lieutenant General Cao touched the back of his head and said bluntly: "The moves are a bit slow and not clean enough."
"Mr. Wen, what do you think?" Fang Zilan sat back on the chair. Wen Ya was still as gentle as jade, but his words were rude, "It's just a show, but it's not strong enough. If you encounter a master, you may die countless times. "
Shangguan Min walked up to several people, looking disappointed and bowing his head in silence.
Fang Zilan looked at Shangguan Min steadily, "Do you have anything to refute?"
"I..." Shangguan Min hesitated for a while and then said: "I want to know what you think, Mr. Fang."
"It's almost the same as them." Fang Zilan said seriously: "Your foundation is very solid, and it can be seen that your marksmanship was carefully taught by General Shangguan Jing, and each move is quite decent. However, you are not a person who is good at thinking, and you lack a master. Guidance, the progress is really not big."
Shangguan Min lowered his head and said, "I understand, thank you Master Fang for your suggestion."
"Shangguan Min, you are still young, you don't have to be like this." Fang Zilan said casually: "If you are willing, I can teach you how to practice martial arts."
"Master Fang, are you serious about this?" Shangguan Min suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining.
"Of course it's true." As soon as Fang Zilan finished speaking, she saw Shangguan Min kneeling down. She was stunned and said, "What are you doing?"
