Qi and Han were stunned. They looked at each other, and suddenly their eyes lit up - yes, they are really stupid. This is Xiaoyao King, and he is equivalent to becoming his subordinate. Then

Martial arts resources are nothing! Why do you need to be like a killer and take jobs everywhere to get those few resources?

The two people who wanted to understand were immediately overjoyed, clasping their fists and kneeling on one knee: "I am willing to listen to the prince's orders!"

"Get up." Jiang Fan looked at the two of them and said, "Work hard, I won't treat you badly, but..." He narrowed his eyes: "If you dare to betray me, you will know the consequences..."

The two of them didn't even dare to say anything.

"Boy Jiang, how are you doing next?" Mr. Tian said as he picked up the sickle.

Jiang Fan smiled faintly: "How? It depends on what the arbiter wants..."

——

The name of the capital of Daxia is quite simple, it is called - Xia Capital.

There is the famous Qilin Lane in the south of the Xia capital city, where dignitaries gather. There is only one house at the end of the lane, which is a huge mansion covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres. The towering courtyard wall is almost as high as the city wall of an ordinary small town.

On both sides of the vermilion gate, there are two unicorns more than one foot tall standing upright. They are also covered in vermilion, full of nobility and majesty. This is how Qilin Lane got its name.

Dare to erect a unicorn in front of the door and name the most noble gathering place of nobles after it, which shows how honorable this family is.

The four large gilt characters written on the gate also fully prove this point - Qilin Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yes, this place is the residence of Prime Minister Zhang Yi, the most powerful person in the Great Xia Dynasty, known as Qilin Prime Minister.

This Zhang Yi is the new top dignitary in Daxia.

Many people know that Zhang Yi is the only son of Zhang Zhiling, the Prime Minister of the Five Kingdoms, and he is a son of old age. Zhang Zaifu has always valued him very much. Zhang Yi did not live up to the high expectations. At the age of fifteen, he was valued by Gui Gu and accepted as a disciple. At the age of eighteen, he became a contemporary

One of the two first disciples of Guigu Yin and Yang, and alongside Li Xiu, the left prime minister of the Qin Dynasty.

At the age of twenty-five, he left the army and traveled around the world. At the age of thirty, he climbed Mount Tai and became an official in the Imperial Court of Zhou Dynasty. However, he abandoned his official position due to disagreement with his father's political views. After that, the five countries competed for invitations, but he lived in seclusion in the countryside and did not do anything.

move.

It was not until he was fifty-five years old that he accepted the invitation of Jiang Yan, the king of Daxia, and became the prime minister of Xia.

Xia King Jiang Yan respected him very much and immediately entrusted him with the important task of overseeing the military and political power of the Xia Dynasty. He also built this huge mansion to show his honor and favor.

It is said that in order to suit his fancy, the King of Xia set up his study in the middle of the lake in the courtyard. It was built with white stone at the foot of Kunlun and decorated with thousands of bamboos of Taihua. It was called the Bamboo and Stone Residence. The luxury seems to also contain the respect for the Prime Minister of the Five Kingdoms.

of respect.

At this time, in the center of the lake, among the bamboos and rocks, the powerful prime minister of the Xia Dynasty was looking at a person intently.

To be precise, it's looking at a person's back.

The man was naked and his back was messy with blood.

Zhang Yi looked at it for a long time before slowly sitting upright. She picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"What else could he say?"

The man turned around and knelt on the ground: "I am reporting to the Prime Minister, but there is no explanation."

Zhang Yi looked calm and just said lightly: "Then you are of no use..."

The man was startled and hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground: "Mr. Prime Minister, please spare my life! Mr. Prime Minister, please spare your life!"

However, Zhang Yi didn't even look at him again, and dragged him out forcefully regardless of his desperate struggle.

Zhang Yi closed her eyes and meditated for a long time, then opened her eyes and said slowly: "Ban Yue Ming Dy apologizes, I will apologize in person... Haha, what a Xiaoyao King, young man, he has a very loud tone..."

An old man with a scarred face beside him said, "I have to take action myself."

Zhang Yi waved her hand slightly: "No need."

"Does the Prime Minister really want to meet that yellow-mouthed boy?"

Zhang Yi said calmly: "We are the ones who did it. No matter how you say it, we are in the wrong. Now that they have made conditions, we can't give up the truth."

"The prime minister thinks too highly of that fisherman." Disdain flashed in the scar-faced old man's eyes.

Zhang Yi stood up slowly: "I... I was just a farmer back then."

The scar-faced old man frowned slightly: "I'm sorry to say this, but this person is just the face of the Empress. His title of Xiaoyao King is not in the ancient system, he is just Caotou Xianwang. I'll meet you at the end of the month. If you spread the word, you will lose your identity."

Zhang Yi smiled slightly: "With just one and a half months of singing, you can clear the clouds and see the sun. It's worthy of seeing you."

The scar-faced old man said solemnly: "Then I will accompany the Prime Minister on a trip."

Zhang Yi said: "I need to call someone else."

"who?"

"Mrs. Tian."

…

Qingliu Lake covers an area of ​​thousands of hectares, with rippling blue waves, gentle breeze and drizzle, and light mist.

There is a small boat on the lake floating leisurely towards a painting boat in the center of the lake.

On the bow of the boat, there is a famous old man in brocade robes, sitting quietly with his eyes closed. Next to him, a voluptuous woman in purple clothes and purple hair stands beside him, holding an umbrella with bare hands.

"Master Xiang is enjoying his leisure time." A clear voice came, and the old man slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

A small boat was slowly approaching in front of me, and an old boatman wearing a bamboo hat was rowing. There was a young man in white clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing on the bow of the boat. A snow-white hairband hung on his shoulders with his long hair, and he had handsome features.

, indescribably elegant and free.

The old man smiled slightly, nodded and said, "King Xiaoyao, you are really Xiaoyao."

"Prime Minister Qilin is very hardworking." Jiang Fan stood on the bow of the boat and looked at each other calmly.

The old man stared at the young king who was famous all over the world, and the young prince also stared at the Qilin Prime Minister. The two of them looked at each other without saying a word.

"You are younger than I imagined." After a while, Zhang Yi spoke softly.

"It's older than I thought." Jiang Fan replied casually.

"I am not as good as the prince. I have many worldly affairs and work hard, so I will naturally grow older."

"The Prime Minister cares about everything, including national affairs, family affairs, and world affairs. Even this little thing about a boy, the Prime Minister pays a lot of attention to, so it is inevitable that he will have to worry about it."

Zhang Yi smiled slightly: "The prince has something in his words."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "That's because Mr. Xiang thinks too much."

Zhang Yi said: "Since the prince invites you, why not board the ship and talk about it?"

Seeing that Jiang Fan didn't make any move, he said: "There are only me and the owner of the boat in the boat, so there is no need for the prince to worry."

Jiang Fan said calmly: "The prime minister misunderstood, the storm is turbulent, I just want the boat to stop more safely."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Zhang Yi's eyes showed deep meaning, and after a moment, Jiang Fan stepped onto the painted boat.

Zhang Yi cupped his hands and said: "The Qin Dynasty is called "King of Qin", I am polite."

Jiang Fan also clasped his fists slightly: "I have met the Qilin Prime Minister of the Xia Kingdom. This is considered a formal meeting. I wonder if Mr. Prime Minister can prepare some wine?"

"Haha..." Zhang Yi stroked his beard and chuckled: "I've heard for a long time that the prince became an immortal in wine, how could I not be prepared?"

"If Qingliu makes wine like this, I'll just ask for two cups."

"Your Majesty, please." Zhang Yi reached out sideways, gesturing for Jiang Fan to come in.

There is a small table, four kinds of dried fruit snacks, a silver pot, and two silver cups. The old and the young sit opposite each other, and the woman in purple burns incense and pours wine.

Zhang Yi looked at the old man sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat: "Your Majesty is young. He only takes an old servant with him when he goes out. This is not what a young and romantic man would do."

Jiang Fan watched the wine glass being filled, and smiled: "I am as blessed as Mr. Bu. The spring rain is like wine, and the fragrance is added with bare hands, which makes me envious."

Zhang Yi laughed loudly: "I have heard for a long time that Wang Xiaoyao's poems are immortal and ci sage, and the young man is romantic. I specially chose this painting boat. I wonder if the prince is satisfied?"

Jiang Fan glanced at the enchanting woman wearing a tight-fitting purple dress with her arms and thighs exposed, and smiled softly: "The beauty is stunning."

Zhang Yi said: "Does the prince like it?"

Jiang Fan said: "The age is inappropriate."

Zhang Yi shook her head and laughed: "It was my mistake. The older the wine, the better."

Jiang Fan gently picked up the wine glass and took a deep sip: "Linjiang Pavilion Shao Knife, this is not an old wine, but it suits my taste and I am satisfied."

Zhang Yi also raised the wine glass: "Your Majesty is in front of you with his fine wine, how dare I serve you with dirty wine?"

Jiang Fan was slightly lost in thought: "If we are in love, even if it's Zhuojiu, it won't hurt... Speaking of which, I also met a famous senior, Zhuojiu..."

Zhang Yi was leisurely fascinated: "That day when my father came to the Jiang Pavilion, he had to catch a fisherman and Linjiang Immortal, which comforted him all his life. It's just ridiculous that there are many famous people in the world, but only that young fisherman can be called my father's close friend."
Chapter completed!