Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan nodded, but he vaguely felt that the empress's attitude towards this person was not as casual as it seemed.

"The third person..." The empress said: "Sikong Yu, you mentioned this person more than once."

Jiang Fan said: "It seems that I have something he wants. This guy is a lunatic. He also controls the 21 villages in southern Xinjiang. Oh, yes, there are 20 villages left. But the real scary thing is not him..."

Jiang Fan's expression was a little solemn: "It's the man with the black iron mask."

The empress paused slightly: "This person is far stronger than Sikong Yu."

Jiang Fan frowned: "He is completely different from Sikong Yu, darker, but his plan is bigger... Who is it... By the way, he has hunted you, do you have any clues?"

The empress looked at him: "Verify it yourself."

Jiang Fan was stunned. These four words revealed unusual information...

The empress did not say anything more about this person, but asked Zhao Gao to send two large cups of sour plum soup, of course, it was the recipe of the royal palace.

Jiang Fan felt a little strange about drinking sour plum soup in a cold day.

The empress replied that she saw Jiang Fan's anger was too strong and wanted to cool him down.

Jiang Fan admitted that he was a little angry recently because of the empress's challenge to Lu Ya, but he felt that the empress was too eager to fight and needed to cool down.

However, seeing the empress so relaxed, Jiang Fan also felt relieved.

"By the way, my lady, what do you think? A full-moon night, a decisive battle on the top of Taihua Mountain, wow, awesome, artistic conception, this title alone is enough to make the world commotion, so this is the real Huashan Sword Contest."

The empress said lightly: "Qian is the sky and belongs to Yang, Kun is the earth and belongs to Yin, on the night of the full moon, the moonlight on the top of Taihua Mountain is the strongest, and the moon is full, which is when Lu Ya is the strongest."

Jiang Fan was stunned immediately. Did the empress deliberately look for the time when the opponent is the strongest?

"...Why?"

He was a little confused. Shouldn't he grasp the opponent's weaknesses? Why did the empress do everything the opposite?

The empress just casually said: "If he is not at his strongest, why fight him?"

Okay, okay, you are domineering.

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly, but couldn't help but said: "Is this Lu Ya a werewolf? How can he be the strongest on the night of the full moon?"

He couldn't help but imagine Lu Ya raising his neck and howling, his clothes torn, his hair growing, and transforming into an oversized wolfdog...

The empress didn't know what he was talking about.

"You just said the real Huashan Sword Contest? What do you mean."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Oh, this, we have a storybook in our hometown, let me tell you?"

The empress put down the memorial, picked up the teapot and took a few sips: "You are still good at talking about books, come on, come forward and tell me."

Jiang Fan hurriedly ran up, "My wife, you must be tired of reviewing the memorials, your husband will give you a massage, and you can relax and chat."

As he said that, he sat cross-legged, let the empress lie on his legs, rolled up his sleeves and started to massage his head.

The empress seemed to feel quite comfortable: "Hmm... I didn't know you had this skill."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Let's tell a story. It's said that the vast water of Qiantang River flows endlessly from Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, and flows eastward into the sea..."

The sandalwood incense was curling in the room, Jiang Fan massaged with his hands, and told the story in his mouth. The two enjoyed a rare quiet time.

During this period, Zhao Er came, but only stepped into the door half a foot. Seeing this scene, he quietly withdrew. Then he asked the palace maids waiting outside to stay away, but he listened attentively at the door.

For a whole afternoon, I don't know how many officials asked for an audience. After simply asking what was going on, they were all blocked by Zhao Gao, which made many people dissatisfied.

It was getting darker and the story came to an end. Jiang Fan looked at the empress lying on his legs with his eyes slightly closed and his expression was very relaxed, and his eyes were a little obsessed.

For a long time, he couldn't help but lean down gently and kiss the empress's forehead gently.

But he was resisted by a palm.

The empress opened her eyes and stared at him.

Jiang Fan smiled awkwardly, "Haha - I saw that you were breathing evenly, so I wanted to see if you were asleep..."

The empress naturally disdained such a lame excuse.

Jiang Fan felt uneasy when she looked at him, and when he was thinking about what to do, the empress hooked his neck with her backhand and pressed her lips on his...

This kiss was like thunder and fire, and it was unknown how long it took before he was awakened by someone that Zhao Gao couldn't stop.

The memorial in Li Xiu's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he was stunned.

With one foot outside and one foot inside, he saw that both of them turned their heads to look at him, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay. As a prime minister of a country, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't move.

Even though Mr. Jiang's face was as thick as a city wall, his old face was red, but he didn't know what to do, so he just stared at Li Xiu.

The next moment, the empress said calmly: "I am talking about family affairs, and we will talk about national affairs tomorrow."

Her expression was normal, and even the posture of hooking Jiang Fan's neck did not change.

Li Xiu woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty is not here? Ah, then I will come again another day, take my leave..."

Jiang Fan was embarrassed. What does His Majesty mean? You should pretend to be blind. You are typical of not keeping up with the brain. What's the point of taking leave? His Majesty is not here, how can you take leave...

Lord Li Xiu obviously forgot that he had already stepped into the threshold. In a panic, he fell down and his hat fell off. Zhao Gao hurriedly helped him up before he fled.

Jiang Fan stared at him running away, and then slowly turned his neck back, "Madam... continue?"

The empress pushed him away: "It's just a reward for you to massage, I'm hungry."

"Just now... I was a little confused, so... I was a little hasty and didn't taste it..."

The empress said to the outside: "Zhao Gao, put more salt in your dinner. The prince has no taste in his mouth today..."

"——Huh? No——"

Mr. Jiang ate dinner extremely ferociously.

It was as if he was venting his anger through the leg of lamb.

"I bet that nothing happened when I was deceived by you that day!"

Mr. Jiang bit the leg of mutton viciously and said.

The empress didn't even bother to look at him, and she didn't even bother to comment on his useless behavior.

"How could I not remember this smell at all? I can't even kill him!"

It was just a kiss, and it was so ecstasy that Mr. Jiang swore that he had absolutely no reason not to remember the feeling that day.

"Just now you said you didn't taste it."

The empress glanced at him disdainfully.

Jiang Fan threw down the leg of lamb and huffed angrily: "I'm just talking, can you not taste it? Do you think you lied to me? My young and glassy heart..."

The empress looked down on this kind of person and ordered the warriors in front of the palace to drag him out, leaving Mr. Jiang's heart-rending shouts all the way.

"Tell me, tell the truth... nothing happened, right?"

Zhao Gao followed the two warriors dragging the prince to see him off, but his eyebrows were lowered and his face had no expression.

When Jiang Fan was thrown to the palace gate, Zhao Gao managed to smile.

"Your Majesty... please walk slowly, it is inconvenient for me to send you far..."

Jiang Fan raised his leg and kicked it: "You loser! Why didn't you stop that old man Li Xiu? You are ruining my good deeds!"