"Is it really possible?"
In the biting cold wind, Wan Wan's voice was faintly discernible, carrying some surprise and fear.
"Of course you can."
Then, Lin Xuan's voice sounded, like a big bad wolf who was lying to Little Red Riding Hood.
"Would Master still lie to you?"
"I believe in Master."
Then, there was a muffled groan, followed by silence.
When she woke up, she didn't know when it was. She wanted to get up, but she felt heartbroken just by moving.
in the courtyard
Lin Xuan was practicing his saber.
Mu Qinger walked in with two maids and helped her up. She took a shower and changed into a clean dress.
Mu Qinger waved her hand to dismiss the two maids and said to her,""Sister Wanwan, rest in peace for the next few days.”
"Can we change rooms?"
Wan Wan recalled last night's madness and was a little afraid, her eyes pleading.
Even though she was the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, she had never been tortured like this before.
"Young Master won't do anything rash."
Mu Qinger knew what had happened last night at a glance. Her pretty face was slightly red. After comforting her, she went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Lin Xuan, who had finished practicing, entered the house. Wanwan quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
"Why is it exactly the same as Big Plate?”
Lin Xuan was quite speechless.
"Stop pretending. I heard you talking to Qinger just now.”
He pretended to take off the blanket, but Wanwan saw that she couldn't continue pretending, so she decided to stop.
"Master, I really can't take it anymore."
Her eyes were pitiful.
"Go find Big Pan or Sister Muqing.”
After consuming the Heart Devouring Gu, she had already accepted her fate. At least her cultivation did not break.
"You can't use the name Wanwan anymore.”
Lin Xuan shook his head.”
"Little plate?"
"Why would Master give this servant such a name?" Wan Wan was puzzled.”
"Because you are a small plate, and a big plate is a big plate.”
he said seriously.
"What big or small plate?"
Wanwan was confused.
"Ahem, it means what it says."
Lin Xuan did not explain. After some time, after she learned what big and small plates were from Mu Qinger, she wanted to give them a new name.
Unfortunately, it was directly rejected by Lin Xuan.
Ever since that night, there was no longer the Demon Sect's Saintess Wan Wan in this world. There was only the maid in the prefect's manor, Little Pan 'er.
With the control of the Heart Devouring Gu and absolute confidence in his strength, Lin Xuan released Little Pan from the dungeon.
Let alone a mere demonic sect saintess, even a Celestial Phenomenon Grandmaster wouldn't be able to cause much trouble in the prefect's manor.
In the middle of February, the snow and ice in all parts of Yan County had almost melted. The Department of Animal Husbandry and Farming began to preside over the spring plowing.
With the announcement of the reward order, the citizens of all the counties in Yan County were bustling with activity. Countless people were busy in the fields.
Slash-and-burn farming, opening up wasteland, even white-haired old men and children followed suit.
The horse farm and sheep farm were also under construction. Thousands of Hu women worked diligently for Lin Xuan under the leadership of the Wutu tribe.
The battle against the Hu Qiang tribe on the grassland had also come to an end. Tian Hu and the others retreated to the territory of Yan County to rest and reorganize.
The original 10,000 black-armored soldiers were reduced to less than 6,000, and they needed to be replenished.
However, these 6,000 people who survived had initially met Lin Xuan's expectations and vaguely had the embryonic form of a hundred battle elite.
There were also two camps under construction, one for infantry and one for cavalry.
The camp outside Yan State City was preserved. Lin Xuan planned to create another cavalry called the 800 Battalion. There were about a few thousand people and they would be used as his personal camp.
The Yanzhou Camp would be the base of the 800 battalions in the future, and he would personally train them.
Firstly, they would protect Yanzhou City, and secondly, if there was a war, the 800 battalions would be able to support the various regions at any time.
The expansion of the County of Yan was inevitable. As the territory grew larger, the number of soldiers under his command would also increase.
Otherwise, how could they guard against the Cold Python and the Huqiang tribes?
However, these things had to wait until the spring plowing was over. The Yan army currently lacked young and strong labor.
If those young and strong men were recruited into the army at this time, it would affect the spring plowing.
If Lin Xuan was a little more ruthless and directly implemented the government soldier system in the Yan army, he could pull up a large number of soldiers in a short period of time.
However, he had always believed that quality was more important than quantity.
Regardless of whether it was the Black Armor Army or the prefecture soldiers, the monthly salary was extremely high, far exceeding the treatment of the soldiers of the Northern Liang.
There was even a decree to reduce taxes by half after enlisting.
As a result, just the money needed for these 20,000 soldiers was an extremely huge expenditure.
Fortunately, before the snow melted, they had been extremely successful in using their troops against the grassland tribes, seizing a large number of cattle, sheep, and other goods. Only then could they barely hold on.
According to Wang Qing's calculations, the people of Yan County would be able to support these twenty thousand soldiers after resting for two years.
weather gets warmer
The sun was shining high in the sky, and it was the third month of spring. The grass grew and the orioles flew, and all things revived.
Just as the entire Yan County was busy with spring ploughing, Lin Xuan's days were extremely leisurely.
in the courtyard
He was lying on a chair, basking in the sun and resting with his eyes closed. Lin Yunqin was massaging his shoulders and legs.
In the pavilion, the big plate was playing the strings of the zither and playing a tune. The sound of the zither was melodious and melodious.
garden
Little Pan 'er was sparring with Mu Qinger. One of them was using a saber, while the other was using a sword. They exchanged blows in a very carefree manner.
"I'm not fighting anymore."
Little Pan 'er lost a move and landed on the ground. Her white dress rustled as she put away her sword and said,""Sister Qinger, how did your saber technique improve so quickly?”
"It's only been a few days, and you're already so fierce and domineering.”
"I've gained some enlightenment."
" You've improved very quickly." Mu Qinger chuckled as she sheathed her long saber.”
Her cultivation had been stuck at the half-step Vajra Realm for two years. Earlier, Mu Qinger wanted to try to break through, but she was suppressed by Lin Xuan.
During this period of time, she would go to the dungeon every day and fight with the Northern Python experts. The improvement in her strength was becoming more and more obvious.
Little Pan 'er's Heavenly Demonic Power was stuck at Level Fourteen, and he was also at Half-Step Vajra Realm. However, in terms of strength, he was slightly inferior to Qinger.
After all, Mu Qing's saber technique was personally taught by Lin Xuan.
Lin Yunqin was dazzled and envious. She knew a bit of martial arts, but that was all.
Not to mention an expert, he was far from even proficient.
Moreover, she had a sense of crisis recently. She did not know where a small plate had appeared. Not only was she beautiful, but her martial arts were also good.
She had never thought that she could win against Mu Qinger and Big Plate, but she was unwilling to lose to Small Plate, so she had been working extra hard these few days.
Every day, he would stay in the study room and help to read and deal with official documents.
If his martial arts couldn't compare, then he would change his method.
In the evening, the sun set and the sky was hazy. The heat on the ground quickly dissipated, and the mountain wind reverberated with a hint of coolness.
in the room
Lin Xuan was carefully wiping the long saber when the door was pushed open and Little Pan quietly crawled in.
"Why are you sneaking around?"
He said without raising his head.
After these days of cultivation, the small plate had already evolved into a medium plate. Its posture became more and more plump. When it raised its hand, its casual charm was lovable.
After all, other than not breaking his cultivation, everything else was broken.
"Master, I also want to go to the dungeon to train.”
She spoke carefully, afraid that she would make Lin Xuan unhappy.
"If you want to go, go."
"But there is one condition. The Northern Python expert in the dungeon cannot die."”
"Alright."
Her eyes were filled with joy.
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