The empress said: "Meng Yi is eighteen years old, he is a great master and is very stable. You have done a good job in training him."
Jiang Fan didn't take any credit: "If nothing else, this guy's aptitude is really good. Is it easy for such a stubborn person to practice martial arts?"
The empress said: "The martial arts mentality, aptitude, diligence, and understanding are all indispensable. But it is indeed easier to understand Tao with a simple mind, but you can't do it. Ghost thoughts account for 80%, and the remaining two points are divided into food and sex."
Jiang Fan sipped his porridge, not wanting to talk about topics that were obviously contemptuous of him.
The empress was not Xiaojiabiyu when she was eating. She also brought a large bowl of wine at noon. While eating, she said: "This child's martial arts qualifications are second only to Wuming, and he was born in a family of generals. He will be a good material in the future. I heard that you will master the art of military affairs." Did you teach it to him?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "You have no objection."
The empress said: "What can I say about your things? The Meng family has been loyal for generations, and now there is a successor. Our Great Qin has another general. I am very happy."
"More than one..." Jiang Fan nuzzled at the Black Mountain Nine Bears at the table next to Meng Yi: "These are the ones who share our sorrows. Not to mention their loyalty, they are all good soldiers. As long as they join the army, the last I can also be a captain."
The empress looked at them and said: "They are all good men. You asked Meng Yi to lead them because you want to train a team for him."
Jiang Fan smiled: "This kind of relationship is relatively stable."
The empress looked at him deeply and said, "Master, you are serious."
Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "Actually... I really don't want them to go to the battlefield. But I know I can't stop them, sooner or later. I can only try to give them more ability to protect themselves and more comrades they can trust."
The empress gave him some food: "Everyone has his own ambitions. Whether it is the Black Mountain Nine Bears or Meng Yi, they are born to be on the battlefield. A man makes great achievements on the battlefield. How many good men have ambitions, even if they are wrapped in horse leather, they will never regret it. You don't need to stop them."
Jiang Fan was speechless. Indeed, they had shown their burning desire to go to the battlefield more than once. Jiang Fan didn't want to stop it. Although he hated war, he admired this kind of high-spirited fighting against heaven and man. Isn't this the bloody spirit and national soul of the Chinese nation created by thousands of years of history?
While I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw an unexpected guy walking across with a tray.
Damn it? This big chin is very discreet.
It was Prince Du Lun. This man was now wearing Chinese clothes and had a jade pendant hanging around his waist.
If it weren't for his broad stature, different facial features, and bad accent, he would look a bit Chinese.
Then I remembered that it was with my own permission.
Although Du Lun is still in the dungeon, his status is different. He is a working person.
The palace does not support idlers. To support his own food, Du Lun is now a dungeon guard, living in a dormitory and living with several other guards. It is said that he is quite popular.
After Prince Du Lun finished his meal, he turned around and saw the prince and a woman with her back to him.
He was on holiday last night and had a drink. Naturally, he knew that the prince was coming back and also heard that his majesty was coming. Obviously, the person sitting opposite the prince could only be the empress of Qin who beat her father to the point of losing his temper.
Du Lun was very aware of her great reputation.
Seeing the real person now, even though it was just a back view, frightened him. His hands trembled and he almost knocked over the plate. Fortunately, we stabilized it in time, otherwise we would have wasted food and deducted a day's worth of food.
He quickly made a show of humiliation to the prince and slipped into a corner.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh. It seems that this guy has been trained a lot during this period. He will have to see if he makes any progress another day. After all, he is still needed in the plan to harvest the grassland wealth.
Now that Gu Beiyan saw His Majesty, he was not so restrained and sat down not far away to eat with Lin Nanyan. I especially dislike Lin Xiaoqi's style of eating her own food and looking at others.
He opened her chopsticks and put them on her plate, and told her about the serious things to prepare for the Chinese New Year.
Jiang Fan listened attentively, and the layout was very orderly. It was basically the same as last year, but there were a few more tricks at the suggestion of the eccentric Lin Xiaoqi. I'm in a good mood, I don't have to worry about this anymore.
Then there was the old guy who was eating and feeding the dog, Yuwen Chengxin who was eating and reading, sisters Jieyuhua who kept chattering while eating, Alai who was affectionate and affectionate, and Ding Shaoan who was awkward. , and Gongshu Fuzi, who scolded his son while eating...
Jiang Fan's heart is filled with satisfaction and joy. This is what home feels like...
The joy in his eyes and brows could not be hidden from the empress.
The surrounding scenery naturally fell into her eyes. This novel yet warm, equal and pleasant atmosphere made her feel very incredible, but she also felt inexplicably comfortable.
Maybe this is the unique life of the young man in front of me...
After the meal, the empress drove back to the palace. Jiang Fan didn't bother to care about how she handled today's absence from work. He wrapped himself in a fur, picked up a fishing rod and went to the Qinglian Pond to break ice and fish.
Jiang Xiaoyu was obviously very dissatisfied that Jiang Fan hadn't played with him since he came back. It took ten pills to calm down the fish's anger. Then the guy lay on the head of the fishing rod and directed Mr. Jiang to fish.
There was a heavy snowfall last night, but the weather was not very cold, but Mr. Jiang was wrapped in thick fur, like a big turtle.
Both apprentices are very funny.
But soon they stopped laughing, and Mr. Jiang instantly suppressed the two of them by checking their homework.
Yu Wencheng was feeling fine, but he was still defeated aggrievedly by Mr. Jiang's unreasonable questioning, which was obviously several octaves higher.
As for the second-rate guy Meng Yi, he wasn't so lucky and got scolded like crazy. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to train with a hundred servants and the Black Mountain Nine Bears, but the “Art of War” memorized is like shit.
But despite the criticism, Jiang Fan was still surprised to find that when it came to specific cases, Meng Yi's response was surprisingly on point. Every time he used military skills to prove some actual combat, he could hit the nail on the head. In the end, it's just a stupid mouth.
Okay, I am satisfied, but Mr. Jiang is not going to let go of his poisonous mouth, otherwise there will really be nothing to criticize.
Sister Cheng Xin, who had long noticed that the master was deliberately looking for trouble, kept secretly winking at the senior brother, but the idiot still scratched his head inexplicably and asked, "Why do you keep glancing at me?"
Yes, it is really rotten wood that cannot be carved.
The relationship between the two has not improved much. It seems that the main problem lies with this idiot. Jiang Fan plans to take some time to chat with him alone. What's going on?
As for Cong Taihua's reaction, he really cares about Cheng Xin, but why is he so evasive like Ding Taohua? Is it possible that all men in this era are so bearish? It shouldn't be, isn't it the other way around...
Soon it was time for afternoon training, and Meng Yi ran away happily. Only then did Yuwen Chengxin report something else to Jiang Fan.
As the chief accountant, the most important thing is money.
