Fish swimming around the world

There was a sudden gasp of air in the hall.

The old commander Meng Ao couldn't sit still anymore: "Is this happening?"

The empress said: "What the secret agent reported is true."

The empress was sure, and chaos broke out in the court. This incident is really shocking, even more shocking than the burning of the city by magic flames. You must know that people from the north of Xinjiang have always gone south to clear grass valleys. I have never heard of the Chinese taking the initiative to invade the grasslands. It is probably because the nomads live in no fixed places. Moving quickly, it was difficult for the Chinese army to fight without supplies as far as northern Xinjiang. Mr. Jiang is considered to have set a precedent, and this historical significance is too great.

"The pioneer of the Chinese race! What a courage!" Meng Ao praised loudly.

Wang Jian also nodded: "A thousand cavalrymen can kill a hundred times the barbarians, what a great talent!"

"The martial arts and martial arts are all peerless!" Montaigne couldn't help but admire him.

He couldn't see Gao Rong's expression, but the old coach Meng Ao clearly noticed that his fists were clenched and his knuckles turned white.

A military general said: "Your Majesty, I thought I had to be wary of Jiang Fan. He is fighting this battle for the Wei State. Could it be that he has a close relationship with the Wei State?"

This matter is indeed of concern to everyone.

The empress shook her head and said: "Jiang Fan is just hostile to the barbarians and has nothing to do with Wei."

The general said: "Now that your Majesty knows, I can feel relieved."

The empress said: "Jiang Fan has a very big pattern. He once said that although the five Chinese kingdoms were civil war, it was an internal conflict within the nation, and it was a racial conflict with the barbarians in the northern frontier. Therefore, seeing the barbarians slaughtering the common people of China, he helped the Northern Wei Dynasty fight this war."

Wang Jian said: "It really is a great plan. But it doesn't make sense that the King of Wei would let such a great talent go."

The empress looked at him and said, "There is no secret behind this matter. I can tell you something. Jiang Fan once burned Xiahou Chun's mansion with demonic fireworks."

My jaw dropped in shock, who is Xia Houchun? The Marshal of the Wei State, whose status is equivalent to that of the Qin Dynasty and the most senior figure in the military, had his nest burned down? This Jiang Fan is really willful.

An official hesitated and said: "Today we know the identity of Jiang Fan. If the person who set fire to the Marshal's Mansion is also Jiang Fan, then the person who took blood to save his life in the Northern Wei Dynasty, then..."

Xu Fu's eyes suddenly moved: "This must be the person who takes blood to extend his life!"

Some people didn't know why, so the official said: "Princess Wei cut her own pulse and committed suicide. All the blood in her body was almost drained. All the imperial doctors in the country thought there was nothing they could do to save her. Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan poured Cao Ying's blood into the princess's body and brought her back to life!"

The court was in chaos. Some people exclaimed, could he be a god?

Xu Fudao said: "This matter has never been heard of in ancient times. I can't even connect that strange man with the young man I saw. It's true that a capable person can do anything. His literary and martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world. No wonder he was the best in the world that day. I refused to drink my medicine. At first I thought I was a young man, but now I know it is just a trick."

"I'm still saying what I said, this son is extremely talented and must be used by our Great Qin!" The previous official said firmly.

A civil servant frowned and said: "Everyone, I'm afraid that this son's heart is not here, otherwise the Five Kingdoms will compete for his talent. It is said that the Tomb of the Prime Minister of the Five Kingdoms gave this son the Spring and Autumn Brush Black and White Inkstone, which is true and has the meaning of inheritance. ah."

This incident has long been spread from Paradise City, causing many people to regard Jiang Fan as the next generation of Taiyue to walk in the world. Little did he know, he was actually a hard man being hunted by Taiyue and Taihua.

However, the official's words triggered a more heated discussion. Many people believe that such a person should never be acquired by another country, so Qin Ying took the initiative to recruit him.

However, the empress said: "I have my own thoughts on this matter, so you don't need to say anything more. What is the report to you this morning?"

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The story of Jiang Yulang, a storyteller from Penglai, who was the Northern Ci Sage, the God of Fire in Dingyang, the first Chinese invader to invade Northern Xinjiang, and the miracle doctor of Jian'an, soon spread from the court to Yangdu, and spread like a whirlwind. Generally spread rapidly.

Now Penglaiju is even more crowded, with countless people coming to pay their respects. As a result, Jiang Fan was overwhelmed and simply announced the end of storytelling in Penglai. After that, it was changed to live among mortals. One hundred cards are dealt every day, and the one who gets the card enters.

As soon as this statement came out, not only the public was disappointed, but Penglaiju felt as if the sky was about to collapse. Boss Wang hurriedly found Jiang Fan and begged. He even proposed to give up 50% of the members of Penglai Ju to Jiang Fan.

But Jiang Fan had made up his mind. Fortunately, Boss Wang got a benefit, that is, he could keep the old man who played the erhu. This person has a fixed brand, and from now on he can tell stories on behalf of Jiang Fan in Penglai.

In this way, Wang Dongzhu was satisfied. After all, it was impossible for Northern Ci Sage to stay in his own restaurant.

In the evening of the same day, Mr. Jiang, who had made a lot of money, wanted to celebrate. Four guards, two maids, Gu Beiyan and himself were cooking hot pot!

The four Long brothers and the Xie family sisters never dreamed that they would be able to eat at the same table as their master. They were too scared to sit down. It was not until Jiang Fan showed his dignity as the head of the family that the six of them reluctantly sat down.

The hot pot was indeed delicious, and Jiang Fan was approachable, so the six of them gradually started to relax.

While eating, Zhao Er came to the door again.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Er was also stunned. He was in the palace and the rules were strict. This was the first time he had seen this kind of thing where a servant and his master ate at the same table.

However, in his eyes, Jiang Fan was a strange person and had strange deeds, so he didn't dare to criticize him.

After repeated invitations from Jiang Fan, Zhao Er finally sat down. A mouthful of hot pot made his little eyes shine: "No wonder His Majesty said that Mr. Jiang has the best food in the world. It is really delicious. I have never eaten it in the palace for many years." Such delicious food.”

Jiang Fan said while eating, "Brother Zhao just left in the morning and came back in the evening. What's the matter?"

Zhao Er hurriedly swallowed the mutton in his mouth and said: "Don't call me that, I don't dare to take it. Young master, just call me Zhao Er. I shouldn't bother you today, but I have something in my heart, and I can't help it, so I have to Come on shamelessly.”

"Oh?" Jiang Fan said, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Er squinted his eyes and rubbed his palms: "This... this..."

Seeing that he was hesitating and hesitating, Jiang Fan said, "Zhao Er, you have helped me today. If you have anything to say, I don't know whether you will agree or not."

Zhao Er then smiled sarcastically: "That's right, sir, your "Three Kingdoms" is truly a masterpiece. I sincerely hope it can be passed down to the world, so..."

"You want to publish?"

Zhao Er was shocked. He didn't expect Jiang Fan to guess his thoughts right away.

"Young master has a keen eye, and I really think so. To be honest with you, I have run a library in the west of the city. If I can get your approval, I will hand over the Three Kingdoms to you and write a book. I am willing to give 80% of the profits to you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Fan with anxiety. After all, in his eyes, Jiang Fan was not an ordinary person. He was used to seeing the whims of those in power, so he was very cautious.

"Eighty percent?"

Jiang Fan frowned.

Zhao Er hurriedly said: "Ninety percent, ninety percent... In this way, all the profits will belong to the young master. I am very lucky to be able to help the young master make books."

He wasn't lying. Being able to use this matter to get closer to Jiang Fan was his biggest gain.

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "You misunderstood. I think it's a bit much. Let's do this. You pay all the costs, and I'll be responsible for the manuscript. You and I can split it 50-50."