Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "I am your brother-in-law."

Ying Wuming looked at him for a while and said nothing.

Jiang Fandao: "I don't want to say more about all the strategic significance. You can figure it out for yourself. I don't think you can't understand it."

Ying Wuming shook his head: "Aside from not wanting the Sikong family to get it and not wanting Xiang Chen to completely control it, I still don't understand the rest."

"I've seen a lot, don't be in a hurry, take your time."

"Why does it have to be me?"

Jiang Fan said slowly: "Because... you are a king after all, and you should not be trapped in shallow water."

Ying Wuming was stunned: "...You shouldn't have said this."

Jiang Fan smiled: "This is a fact, it has nothing to do with whether you say it or not."

Ying Wuming was silent for a moment: "When fighting Twelve Dongs, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with the Sikong family and the Chu State. What should we use as guidance?"

Jiang Fandao: "Based on this overall view, you are worthy of being a winner. As for what to do, I just put forward one point. It is not suitable for Chu State to be casual and casual. However, the situation is ever-changing. How you manage it is up to you."

"I will be outside, can you accept your orders?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "Yes, but no..."

Ying Wuming's eyes moved slightly, as if he was deep in thought.

Jiang Fan said: "But before you return to the sea, my brother-in-law would like to ask you to go to southern Xinjiang with us again."

Ying Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "Does this count as goodbye?"

Jiang Fan was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

Ying Wuming said slowly: "The last question, what if I meet my father in the future?"

Jiang Fan's eyes were deep: "Do you know he will flee to southern Xinjiang?"

Ying Wuming said: "This is the only way, because of my mother."

Jiang Fan was silent for a moment: "It depends on yourself, whether it is a national matter or a family matter."

Ying Wuming said: "I understand."

Jiang Fan looked a little complicated: "Wu Ming, you don't hate me?"

Ying Wuming asked: "Do I hate Sister?"

Jiang Fan looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

Ying Wuming stood up and saluted Jiang Fan solemnly: "No matter what, thank you for letting me escape from the cage. This time, I am my brother-in-law..."

After saying that, he turned around and left, with the big cloak fierce and the dark clouds surging...

After a long time after he left, Jiang Fan sighed and took a sip of the tea that had already become cold.

Standing up slowly, Jiang Fan looked deeply: "Qianlong, return to the sea... However..."

His expression became complicated: "... Wuming, you still missed one person... I hope that black iron mask can make you remember something..."

——

Jiang Fan met someone for the last time, and no one expected that she would be here.

——Lin Nanyan.

"So, Xiao Qi can wear the young master's clothes again, hehe..."

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes: "What kind of hobby?"

Lin Nanyan came over and said, "I don't want to wear those broken armors. It's so tight that my fair and tender skin is scratched. It's better to wear the young master's clothes."

Jiang Fan patted her forehead: "Okay, I know it's hard for you to go with the army to Baiqu. I'll make up for it later. I'll make up for it later."

Lin Nanyan didn't care: "It's great that I can wear the young master's clothes and sleep in the young master's bed when I go back. Who cares about compensation?"

Jiang Fan:......

What should I do with this girl? Montaigne seems to really like her, but Prince Xiang has feelings for her, and the goddess has no intention of doing so. All Lin Nanyan's thoughts are on herself.

To be honest, he really didn't want to marry her off, but he always felt that she had to live her own life, and she always had to do whatever she wanted without giving her status.

Forget it, worry about it, let’s talk about it later.

Naturally, soon after, the person who returned to the court with the army was obviously a fake Mr. Jiang.

As for Mr. Jiang, he is already on his way to Nanling.

It was a crisp autumn day, and on the rugged mountain road, an old man was carrying a bamboo fishing rod, and a commoner boy was carrying a fishing basket, talking and laughing, like a pair of grandfather and grandson going fishing.

"You said that Mr. Zou left without saying a word and left out of nowhere. I didn't even have time to thank him."

The fisherman said: "You have plenty of time when you go back. You have aroused people's appetites. I am afraid that this old master cannot live without mortals."

Jiang Fan smiled: "The old man is dedicated to seeking the truth, which is admirable."

The fisherman said: "Master Zou founded the theory of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, and one hundred schools of thought are included in it. Although there are not many disciples and disciples, they are all outstanding figures. Especially Master Zou was born in Chu State, and many of his connections are here, so he naturally wants to settle down."

I think we can meet up soon."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Are you always reminding me?"

"Reminder of what?"

"Are you from Chu State? Chu State will have to confront Da Qin sooner or later."

The fisherman glanced at him: "Those who play with their brains have a dirty heart. I have said that the old master only has theory in his heart. In his eyes, nothing is as good as the great road. What's more, he once said that we are all Chinese, why should we split?

You have to look down on other people’s patterns.”

Jiang Fan scratched his head: "Hey, that's right. You said I have become darker in the past two years."

The fisherman looked at him: "Although I still like the carefree fisherman from before, people have to grow up. In this world of great strife, you are destined to play an important role and work for the people. There is nothing wrong with this. As long as you maintain your original intention

That’s fine.”

Jiang Fan said: "This is the price of growing up. How good it would be if people didn't grow up..."

Jiang Fan chirped.

The fisherman smiled: "It's at this time that you look most like you before."

Jiang Fan said: "Speaking of which, I accidentally broke into Bailuzhou and you always wanted to throw me out. If I hadn't had an idea and composed half of a poem, we would not have had a fate."

"Is it really an accident?" The fisherman looked at him a little unhappily: "Now I feel that whatever you bastard does is not intentional."

"No, no, you are overthinking it. There is nothing wrong with this world. It's just... that the master is disturbing himself."

"You want to say mediocre?"

"Of course not, an expert. Only an expert can think of many things and be troubled, which mediocre people don't have." Mr. Jiang said seriously - save yourself.

The fisherman snorted: "If you catch me with half a poem, you will be the best fisherman in the world!"

Jiang Fan said seriously: "You can't say that. The bait is not poetry, at most it is a nest. The real bait is a big treasure..."

"Big baby?"

"Fuyao baby..."

"You thief! Die!"

Someone ran away.

——

From the time Jiang Fan came out until now, he has basically walked in a big inverted "S" shape.

Now he finally arrived where he really wanted to be - Nanling.

The fisherman didn't ask about Jiang Fan's inexplicable coming to Nanling. The whole family went fishing, drinking and enjoying themselves along the way.

Sometimes fishermen can't help but sigh, this is the life a hermit should have.

Jiang Fan was very disdainful of his ruthless and senseless behavior of forgetting so quickly about Da Bai, Erbai and a group of Bai.

The fisherman disagreed, saying that those egrets all had the blood of alien beasts, so they could live no different.

This is true, according to what the fisherman said, it is especially big and white, and it is even bigger. Its wings are about three feet long, and it can fly up with a group of cubs to cover the sky and the sun.

Jiang Fan thought of formation bombers for no reason.
Chapter completed!