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Chapter 70 pull hook
Ji Qiang stepped on the foot stove with both feet and didn't want to get off again. He held it left and right, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"This thing is very exquisite, could it be made by Song Gantang?" Ji Qiang's thinking at the moment is very simple and clear. The wonderful design of the earth dragon came from Song Gantang, and the things under his feet are similar to the earth dragon.

Jiang Jian was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then explained calmly, "This object is from the hand of the minister, and it is a New Year's gift from the minister to His Majesty."

With a smile on his face, Ji Qiang glanced at the foot furnace again, and said: "The national teacher is omnipotent, so it is inevitable to become immortal."

Jiang Jian: "..."

Did he really just send a foot stove?

His Majesty is sure that he will ascend to the immortal way in the future!

But after thinking about it, she was drunk, and her drunken words could not be taken seriously, and the ripples in her heart gradually dissipated.

The Four King Kongs dared not look directly at their Majesty. Their only worry was, what would they do if they could not accept their drunk appearance after she sobered up?
After all, she has always been almost demanding on herself.

"I have something to ask."

Ji Qiang stood up suddenly, walked towards Jiang Jian, and ordered the left and right to retreat, including the two boys Yunhe and Que Ling.Shang Liujia was afraid that she would fall, so he couldn't bear to let go.

"I have something to say to the national teacher, and you will retreat quickly."

With Ji Qiang's order, everyone retreated to the door and carefully closed the door.

The reeds that were crowded just now became empty in an instant, leaving only Ji Qiang and Jiang Jian.

After a few steps, Ji Qiang was getting more and more difficult step by step. She wondered in a daze, when did her father become so drunk? It was just a headache, but now her legs started to weaken...

As soon as she had this thought, her legs really went limp.

Jiang Jian quickly embraced her, and sent her back to the chair, "Your Majesty only needs to talk endlessly, and I will definitely answer everything."

"National teacher." She raised her head, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, her expression was agitated, and her eyes showed admiration and piety, "When you become a god in the future, can you promise me that no matter what, you will come to Daliang to have a look .”

Jiang Jian was speechless for a moment, thinking of the night of the mutiny again, in a daze, she hugged his hand and refused to let him go.

It turned out that the one who didn't want him to leave turned out to be this meaning.

The crux of the problem is, how can His Majesty be sure that he will cultivate the Dao in the future?
"You are Daliang's national teacher, no matter what, you should go back to Daliang to have a look." She said again.

The voice was not as soft as before, but a little more sad.

"Okay. I promise Your Majesty."

If she doesn't agree, she may be impatient.

Therefore, Jiang Jian didn't ask a word.

Ji Qiang showed her face, her eyes were like stars, shining like peach blossoms, she mysteriously stretched out her little finger and said: "Pull the hook."

Jiang Jian: "..."

Suddenly, the little finger stretched out.

"Hanging on the hook, it must not be changed for 100 years!"

Jiang Jian: "..."

After pulling the hook, Ji Qiang slumped on the chair, tilted his head, supported by the back of the chair, looking at his sleeping appearance, he looked like a baby.

He had never seen her when she was a baby. Last time, in order to dispel her doubts, he made up her baby days vividly and vividly.

But maybe what he said was true, as she was now.

Jiang Jian stretched out his hands to hug her, but suddenly turned back halfway, he turned and opened the door, and asked Shang Liujia and others to come in to serve her, and explained that there are sleeping herbs in the hangover soup, and His Majesty is just asleep at the moment.

Shang Liujia and Huang Chang hurriedly carried Ji Qiang to the couch, and covered her with a thick quilt.

"What does Your Majesty like to do on weekdays?" Jiang Jian asked Shang Liujia.

"Read books, practice calligraphy, oh, read picture books." Shang Liujia replied.

Jiang Jian asked again what a painting book is, and Shang Liujia told the whole story about how Ji Qiang praised Wang Shengjun's poem Danqing, and borrowed his excellent works. Jiang Jian just nodded after listening, and said nothing.

Once the child's time passed, the New Year's Eve was over, and the New Year's Eve was over. Jiang Jian led the two big boys back to the National Teacher's Mansion.

Among the reeds, Ji Qiang slept until dawn.

She was in a trance for a long time before realizing where she was. Her head didn't hurt anymore, but her eyes were still a little sore, and she still wanted to sleep for a while.

However, at this hour, I can no longer sleep.

After Ji Qiang cleaned up, he had some breakfast, then got off the Eagle Terrace and walked towards Shou'an Palace and other places.

As she walked, she asked about her relationship with Jiang Jian last night. When she said that Jiang Jian was omnipotent and would become a fairy in the future, Ji Qiang stopped suddenly.

Asked about Jiang Jian's reaction, Shang Liujia thought for a while and said, "The national teacher thinks that what you said was about drinking, so he doesn't take it easy."

Ji Qiang hurriedly asked again, what else did she say and do, Shang Liujia waved her hands again and again, saying that she was the same as usual, but she just looked a little childish.

Ji Qiang looked up at the gradually clearing sky, and sighed: "The way of a sage is that wine and sex mislead people, sincerity does not deceive me."

Shang Liujia: "..."

I knew that His Majesty would be worried about her drunkenness.

Fortunately, she couldn't remember the exact appearance at that time.

Huang Chang pondered for a long time and finally realized something was wrong. Shang Liujia was hiding something. Last night, His Majesty ordered them to retreat and spend a cup of tea alone with the national teacher. What she said to the national teacher during this time, although they don't know, However, it should never be concealed from His Majesty.

Thinking of this, Huang Chang took a step forward. At this moment, Ji Qiang stopped a servant who was hurrying and was holding a bamboo basket.

"See Your Majesty." The little servant put the bamboo basket aside and knelt down to salute.

In the bamboo basket were some broken pieces of wood, judging from their shape, they looked like broken water ladles, but there were too many of them, the whole basket was full.

"Which palace do you belong to?" Ji Qiang asked.

"Return to Your Majesty, the servants belong to the Hall of Mercy."

Little servant Tse, Your Majesty hates everything related to the Hall of Mercy. No one in the whole palace knows, why did he just bump into it?

"What's in the bamboo basket?" It took Ji Qiang a lot of effort to suppress that feeling of disgust.

"Return to Your Majesty, yes, it is a wooden fish... Shengjun, ah no, it is a wooden fish smashed by a mage."

It turned out to be a smashed wooden fish!Huang Chang and Shang Liujia looked at each other in blank dismay, even the wooden fish could be smashed to pieces, so much more!They didn't know whether to praise Shang Xuan for his dedication to Buddha, or for something else...

Ji Qiang was also surprised, but she quickly recalled it and said sarcastically: "Your family mage smashed so many ritual utensils in front of the Buddha, and he is not afraid of the Buddha's blame. Even if there is something that can't be solved, think about it." If you don’t know, you should talk to the Buddha, what’s the use of smashing too many wooden fish?”

After saying this, Ji Qiang sneered, and left calmly.

After people had walked a long way, the little servant wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and got up quietly, never thinking that his own sage was standing in front of him.

"Holy Lord." The little waiter's breathing was stagnant again, he lowered his head to look inside the bamboo basket, and then raised his head to look at the distant figure, but he didn't dare to look directly at his master.

"Wu Nian, let's go and bury it." Shang Xun looked at the distant figure steadily, and began to count the prayer beads in his hand.

The little servant named Wu Nian quickly picked up the bamboo basket, lowered his head, and ran away...

(End of this chapter)