So that's it, Jiang Fan thought for a moment: "Who is it?"
Yu Wen said: "I am the servant of the dynasty, Chen He."
Jiang Fan was slightly startled: "A servant of the dynasty? How could you, a merchant, offend someone from among the nine ministers?"
Yuwen said: "My lord, your servant Chen He is in charge of the horse administration of the Qin Dynasty, and his private property has been in conflict with the common people. Now our two families are the largest in the carriage and horse industry in Qin. The Chen family has always wanted to swallow up the Yuwen family, and This time, he even found an excuse to overthrow us in one fell swoop. When I was in a state of panic, thanks to Xin'er flying pigeon to pass the message, I learned about the prince's affairs, and I boldly came uninvited."
Sure enough, there are people who have the world, especially the competition between businessmen and merchants. In the end, what matters is the background of the DPRK and China.
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Forget it, Mr. Yuwen will come back first. I will think about it for a while and then give you an answer."
Yu Wenshu's heart sank. The three princes and nine ministers were at the pinnacle of power in the Qin Dynasty. Although Jiang Fan was the king of Xiaoyao, he was just an idle prince. It seemed that he was not willing to harm one of the nine ministers for the sake of the Yuwen family.
But now that Jiang Fan had spoken, as a civilian, he did not dare to say anything more, so he could only do the courtesy and leave sadly.
Ding Shaoan wondered: "Master, you are not afraid of a mere servant, why don't you..."
Jiang Fan stood up and said: "Shaoan, go and find out for yourself to see how the Yuwen family behaves and how entangled they are with Chen He. Go back as soon as possible to find out the report. In addition, don't get involved with Nangong Mafu because of something." Friendships go astray."
Ding Shaoan suddenly realized that Jiang Fan wanted to look at a person's character. I understand now.
"Don't worry, young master, Shaoan will obey your orders."
"Go ahead."
When Jiang Fan saw him leaving, he turned to look at Lu Hanting: "Old Lu, want to catch up on old times?"
Lu Hanting held his sword and said nothing. Jiang Fan seemed to be used to his appearance, so he displayed his chatty nature as if he were facing Gu Beiyan...
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Before he could ramble for long, Long San came to report again. A young master asked to see him.
He is indeed a young master, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He is strong and handsome, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, but he also has a sense of rebelliousness.
Seeing Jiang Fan, the young master frowned, as if he was surprised by how young he was. He frowned, but still came over to salute.
"Meng Yi has met the prince!"
Meng Yi? Jiang Fan was slightly startled. It turned out that this was Meng Ao's grandson, Meng Wu's son, and Meng Tian's brother, the famous little overlord of Yangdu.
Jiang Fan only recently learned the name of the Little Overlord of Yangdu. After meeting Meng Ao that day, Jiang Fan specifically asked about Meng Yi. After asking, I realized that what Meng Ao had given me was a hot potato.
This boy has been a tough guy since he was a child, fierce and aggressive. Except for his eldest brother Montaigne, who is eight years older than him, he is invincible among the younger generation in Yangdu. He even causes trouble everywhere for the sake of competition, which is a very troublesome existence.
Although Meng Yi said that he had met the prince, his disdain was clearly evident in his eyes.
"Are you Meng Yi?" Jiang Fan smiled: "You and I are of the same age, why don't we skip those complicated etiquette and just chat casually."
Meng Yi looked up at him: "What did you say? Don't bully others later."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel happy: "I said so."
"In that case, I won't be polite. Grandpa asked me to come to you to become my disciple. With all due respect, I don't see how you are better than me."
This is where trouble begins. Nothing happened, so Jiang Fan deliberately played with him.
"You can't tell if you're strong, how about a competition?"
Meng Yi immediately became interested and jumped up: "Sure! Let's compete. But let's make a deal first. If I win, you have to tell my old man not to let me become a disciple again."
"No problem, you can't compete with me. How can you be a master? But what if I win?"
"You win?" Meng Yi sneered: "When I was fourteen years old, I was invincible in all Yangdu. Why do you win?"
Jiang Fan smiled: "Don't worry about me, I'll just ask you what I'll say if I win."
Meng Yi thought for a while and said loudly: "If you can win, I will kowtow and become my master. From now on, if you ask me to go east, I will not go west!"
Jiang Fan raised his palm: "It's a deal!"
Meng Yi was stunned for a moment, then he understood and reached out to give him a high-five: "Who am I, Meng Yi? I always practice what I say! What are you comparing me to?"
"Say, you can do whatever you want."
Jiang Fan looked at him with a half-smile.
Meng Yi snorted: "You are the first to support me in front of me."
Jiang Fan said: "Since I am your master, I have to be better than you everywhere, right?"
Meng Yi frowned: "Okay, since you chose it yourself, don't regret it. I, the Meng family, have been military generals for generations, and I will compete with you!"
Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "A martial arts competition? You seem a bit shameless."
Meng Yi said disdainfully: "The Qin Dynasty is a martial artist. What's so strange about martial arts competitions? Looking at your small body, I'm afraid you haven't practiced before."
"Come on," Jiang Fan pointed at Lu Sanqi behind him: "You beat my men first."
Lu Sanqi took two steps forward and said coldly: "If you want to compete with the young master, you must pass me first."
Meng Yi was stunned, looked at Lu Sanqi intently, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.
This person didn't have any aura exposed, but Meng Yi was born as a general, and his martial arts reached the pinnacle, and he had already entered the Grandmaster realm. How could he not see that the other party was ridiculously strong?
"You...are you his subordinate?"
He was a little surprised.
"Yes." Lu Sanqi said in one word.
Meng Yi's expression changed. He couldn't beat him. He definitely couldn't beat him. He even had a feeling that the opponent would kill someone as soon as he made a move.
Gritting his teeth, he snorted: "You're cheating!"
"Why did I cheat?" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"You... compare yourself to me, what's the point of letting others do it? If someone else wins, it doesn't mean you are better than me!"
Jiang Fan snorted and touched his chin: "That's right. What you said makes sense. Let me compare with you."
Lu Hanting was stunned for a moment, but did not object.
Jiang Fan twisted his waist and stood there lazily, pointing his finger at the other party: "Come on."
Meng Yi was a little confused: "You really want to compete with me? You don't even have zhenqi fluctuations on your body. You don't know martial arts, but I can kill you with one punch."
Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "In this way, I stand still and let you punch me three times. Don't say you will kill me. If you can make me take a step back, you will win!"
Meng Yi looked him up and down, but hesitated. No matter what, the person opposite is a king, and it is said that he is a strange person invited by His Majesty from thousands of miles away. Just in case...
Jiang Fan seemed to know what he was thinking: "What? You don't dare. How dare you call yourself a little bully just because of this? You're just a turtle with your head down."
Meng Yi was young and energetic, how could he bear such ridicule. He immediately said angrily: "You found it yourself, don't regret it!"
"No regrets, come on!"
Meng Yi took a step back, took a deep breath, and punched out. He saw that Jiang Fan had no martial arts training, so he only used a little strength to make him retreat. Anyway, it would be disgraceful to defeat someone who didn't know how to fight.
But the next second he suddenly felt himself being bounced back by a huge force. He staggered back more than ten steps and almost fell to the ground.
"What...is going on?" Meng Yi was shocked.
The Xiaoyao King did not move at all, but he was rebounded by a huge force for some reason.
Jiang Fan smiled: "What? Just this little strength? Haven't you eaten?"
