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Text Chapter 22 Without strength, everything is just talk!

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    Zhen Yao clutched her stomach and got up from the ground with a grin on her face. Looking at Yuan Fang's lukewarm and indifferent expression, she was shocked and angry.

    "How is it possible? This bitch's martial arts skills are obviously far inferior to mine. How could he knock me to the ground with just two punches?"

    Zhen Yao was confused and ashamed. He stood there gasping for breath, so embarrassed that he didn't know why.

    "Humph, this is what you will get for looking down on me. You are bringing it upon yourself." A hint of sarcastic coldness flashed across Yuan Fang's eyes.

    "Of course they don't know that Yuan Fang's body has super recovery ability. It is precisely because of this ability that Yuan Fang practices martial arts day and night in a way that is almost self-mutilation.

    After a month of hard training, Yuan Fang's martial arts has improved by leaps and bounds. Coupled with the training from the previous battle at Ganling, Yuan Fang has reached the strength of the early stage of muscle contraction.

    Now, Yuan Fang's strength and reflexes have reached a new level. It is no problem to deal with a character like Zhen Yao who is one level lower than himself.

    With a look of surprise, Yuan Fang turned around and looked directly at Zhen Yi with his razor-sharp eyes.

    The indifference has gone, and the fierce and murderous aura is pouring out from Yuan Fang's body crazily.

    Zhen Yi suddenly felt a chill on her back. She didn't dare to look at Yuan Fang's eyes, and a layer of cold sweat quietly formed on her forehead.

    After staring for a long time, Yuan Fang cupped his hand and said coldly: "Zhen Shibo, thank you for your hospitality. My nephew will leave now. The day when I visit you again will be the day when I will send troops to marry your daughter."

    After saying that, Yuan Fang turned around and walked out.

    The servants of the Zhen family on the left and right were so frightened that they lowered their heads and backed away, unable to avoid it.

    Even Zhen Yao, who was blocking the hall, subconsciously took a step back, not daring to block Yuan Fang's way.

    In full view of everyone, Yuan Fang walked away with his head held high.

    There was silence in the lobby, as if everyone there was frozen by Yuan Fang's aura.

    After a while, Guo Jia came back to his senses and hurriedly followed him out.

    The suffocating atmosphere finally eased.

    Everyone let out a sigh of relief. The Zhen family father and son looked at each other with awkward and horrified expressions, as if they had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. They didn't know what it felt like.

    Outside the window, Zhen Mi, who was hiding in the dark, watched Yuan Fangyuan's retreating figure, and couldn't help but nod slightly, with a trace of relief surging in her bright eyes.

    It wasn¡¯t until Yuan Fang disappeared from sight that Zhen Mi breathed out softly. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, turned around and hurried away.

    Yuan Fang just dropped the sentence "bring troops to the door to get married", which was similar to a threat, and walked away.

    Guo Jia followed closely behind, panting and catching up, and said curiously: "I didn't expect that the second young master's martial arts has improved so quickly. He just worried me for a while."

    "Fengxiao is worried. Let's go to Quliang City. I'll treat Fengxiao to a drink." Yuan Fang laughed loudly and was in great spirits.

    The Zhen family and his son looked down upon themselves. Just now, Yuan Fang showed off his power and vented his anger, so he was naturally in a good mood.

    After leaving Zhen¡¯s house, Yuan Fang and his party turned onto the main road and continued towards Quliang City.

    They had just walked a short distance when a horse suddenly galloped up behind them. The rider on the horse was actually a woman, shouting: "Second Young Master, please stay."

    Yuan Fang stopped and looked curiously at the woman approaching.

    Riding her horse forward, the woman did not dare to get too close. She asked a few steps away, "I wonder who is Mr. Yuan."

    "That's me." Yuan Fang rode forward and asked, "Who are you?"

    The woman glanced at the young man's handsome face, her face flushed with shame, and she lowered her head and said, "My name is Xiaocui, and she is Miss Mi's personal maid."

    Miss Mi?  Zhen Mi?

    Yuan Fang looked suspicious, stared at her and said, "What do you want from me?"

    It was only then that Xiaocui remembered it, hurriedly rode forward, handed something in her arms to Yuan Fang, and said with a smile: "My lady has something to give to the young master, please accept it with pleasure."

    Yuan Fang subconsciously took it, but before he could ask, Xiao Cui was already giggling and galloping away.

    "It's inexplicable"

    Yuan Fang shook his head and looked down, only to see that the thing in his hand was an exquisite sachet.

    The scent of the fragrance is astounding to the nostrils, and it is pleasant and moving.

    "This Zhen Mi sent her maid all the way to give me a sachet. Could it be" Yuan Fang vaguely guessed the meaning, but was not sure.

    He even guessed that Zhen Mi was the servant who dressed up as a man in Yuan's house that day, and even secretly sent a letter to him, asking him to rob Zhen's house and give Yuan Xi one million yuan, so?Zhen Mi.

    If the prediction is correct, this Zhen Mi seems to be interested in him.

    "If Zhen Mi is interested in our statusless illegitimate child, then she is really a strange woman"

    Yuan Fang looked at the sachet in his hand, thoughtfully.

    "An Zeng sachet, congratulations to the second young master. It seems that Miss Zhen Mi is interested in the second young master."

    Yuan Fang was startled and looked back, only to see Guo Jia approaching on a donkey at some unknown time and staring at the sachet in his hand with a smile.

    Yuan Fang smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter if you have intention, if you don't have strength, everything is just talk."

    After saying that, Yuan Fang put away the sachet and rode away with his head held high.

    Guo Jia turned the donkey around and looked at the young and calm back. A meaningful expression appeared on his drunken face, and he murmured: "This Yuan Fang is somewhat heroic. Guo Jia hummed Guo  Jia, are you still in a hurry to go to Yanzhou?¡±

    Muttering to himself, Guo Jia also drove the donkey and followed.

    First entering Quliang, then passing through Handan, Yuan Fang and his party arrived at Yecheng two days later.

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    "Fengxiao, it seems we have to part ways. I wonder if Fengxiao is still in a hurry to return to his hometown in Yingchuan?" Yuan Fangxiao asked.

    Guo Jia hesitated for a moment, shook the wine gourd in his hand, and said with a smile: "Although my hometown is good, it's a pity that the wine seems not as good as here. I plan to stay in Jizhou for a few more days and drink to my heart's content."

    Guo Jia¡¯s plan has changed. Yuan Fang guessed that he was already tempted by his invitation.

    Yuan Fang was secretly happy and said: "In that case, I still have good wine in the camp. If you are interested in Fengxiao, you can come at any time and let's have a good drink."

    "Then thank you very much, young master. Take care, young master, and say goodbye." Guo Jia said goodbye, rode his donkey backwards, and left slowly and leisurely.

    Watching Guo Jia go away, Yuan Fang whispered: "Yuan Gui, send a few people to keep an eye on Guo Fengxiao. If you see any signs of him crossing the Yellow River south, bring him to me by force."

    "I understand, little one." Yuan Gui hurriedly made arrangements.

    Although Guo Jia has been tempted by Yuan Fang's recruitment, Yuan Fang cannot guarantee that he will definitely come to join him.

    How could Yuan Fang give up such talents to Cao Cao? Naturally, he had to keep one hand. If this was not possible, he would have to resort to force.

    After bidding farewell to Guo Jia, Yuan Fang whipped up his horse and whipped his horse, and went straight to the Cavalry General's Mansion.

    In the back garden of the military mansion, Yuan Shangzheng was accompanying his biological mother Liu, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery in the garden.

    Ms. Liu glanced back, and the maids on her left and right stepped back a few steps and followed her from a distance.

    Mrs. Liu then said: "Shang'er, I heard that Xianyi gave your father permission to increase his troops on the pretext of pacifying the Black Mountain Army. Is this true?"

    "It is true." Yuan Shang nodded.

    Mrs. Liu frowned slightly and murmured: "Xianyi and Xiansi have more and more troops. This is not a good thing for you."

    "My mother is right, my son has also been worried about this recently, but he just has no way to deal with it." Yuan Shang sighed.

    As soon as he finished speaking, his trusted servant hurried over and said with cupped hands: "Madam, sir, the second young master has returned to the mansion and asked to see the young master."

    Hearing this, mother and son Liu and Yuan Shang looked at each other, their expressions slightly moved.
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