Jiang Fan nodded, but 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 have mentioned this person more than once."
Jiang Fan said: "It seems that I have something he wants. This guy is a madman, and he also controls the twenty-one villages in southern Xinjiang. Oh, by the way, there are twenty villages left. But the really scary thing is not him..."
Jiang Fan looked a little solemn: "It's the man in the black iron mask."
The empress' expression paused slightly: "This person is far stronger than Sikong Yu."
Jiang Fan frowned: "He is completely different from Sikong Yu. He is darker, but his plot is bigger... Who is he... By the way, he has hunted you down. Do you have any clues?"
The empress looked at him: "See it for yourself."
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment. These four words revealed unusual information...
The empress did not say anything more about this person, but asked Zhao Gao to present two large cups of sour plum soup. Of course, it was the palace recipe.
Jiang Fan felt a little strange about drinking sour plum soup on a cold day.
The empress replied that she saw that Jiang Fan was too angry and wanted to cool him down.
Jiang Fan admitted that he was indeed a little angry because of the Empress's appointment with Lu Yai recently, but he also felt that the Empress was too eager to fight and needed to cool down.
But seeing the empress so relaxed, Jiang Fan also felt much relieved.
"By the way, madam, what do you think? On a full moon night, the decisive battle on the top of Taihua, tsk tsk, awesome, artistic conception, the title alone is enough to stir up excitement in the world, it turns out that this is the real Huashan sword debate. "
The empress said calmly: "Qian is the sky and belongs to Yang, Kun is the earth and belongs to Yin. On a full moon night, the moonlight is at its peak at the top of Taihua and the Taiyin is full, which is when Lu Yan is at his strongest."
Jiang Fan was immediately stunned. Was the co-authored empress deliberately looking for the other party's strongest moment?
"...why?"
He was confused. Shouldn't he grasp the opponent's weakness? Why does the empress do everything the opposite?
The empress just said casually: "Why fight him when you are not at your strongest?"
Okay, okay, you are domineering.
Jiang Fan smiled bitterly, but couldn't help but said: "Is this Lu Yai a werewolf? Why is he strongest on the night of the full moon?"
In front of me, I couldn't help but imagine that Lu Yai raised his neck and howled like a ghost. His clothes were torn to pieces, his hair grew thick, and he transformed into an oversized wolf dog...
The empress didn't know what he was talking about.
"You just said the real Huashan sword debate? What do you mean?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Oh, this, our hometown has a storybook, can I tell it to you?"
The empress put down the memorial, picked up the teapot and took a few sips: "You still have a way of telling stories. Come on, come up and tell me."
Jiang Fan hurriedly ran up and said, "Madam, you are tired from reviewing the memorials. I will give you a massage and we can chat while you relax."
After saying that, he sat down cross-legged, let the empress lie on his lap, rolled up his sleeves and started massaging her head.
The empress seemed to feel quite comfortable: "Hmm... I can't tell you still have this skill."
Jiang Fan chuckled: "Let's tell a story. The vast water of Qiantang River flows endlessly day and night around Niujia Village in Lin'an and flows eastward into the sea..."
Sandalwood was lingering in the room, Jiang Fan was massaging it in his hands and talking eloquently. The two of them enjoyed the rare pure time.
During this period, Zhao Er came by, only halfway through the door. Seeing this scene, he quietly withdrew. Then he asked the maids waiting outside to stay away, but he listened attentively at the door.
Throughout the afternoon, countless officials asked to see them. After simply asking what was going on, they were all blocked by Zhao Gao, which made many people dissatisfied.
It was getting late and the story had come to an end. Jiang Fan looked at the empress who was lying on his lap with her eyes slightly closed and her expression very relaxed, his eyes a little obsessed.
For a long time, he couldn't help but gently leaned down and kissed the empress' forehead gently.
But he was blocked by a hand.
The empress opened her eyes and was staring at him.
Jiang Fan sneered, "Haha - my husband saw that your breathing was even and wanted to see if you were asleep..."
The empress naturally dismissed such lame excuses.
Jiang Fan felt weak after seeing her. Just when he was thinking about what to do, the empress grabbed her neck with her backhand and pressed her lips...
This kiss was like thunder and fire, and I don't know how long it took before I was awakened by someone who Zhao Gao couldn't stop.
The memorial in Li Xiu's hand clattered to the ground, dumbfounded.
With one foot outside and one foot inside, he looked at both of them turning to look at him, neither leaving nor staying. The dignified Prime Minister of the country was so embarrassed that he couldn't move.
Mr. Jiang's face was as red as a city wall, but he didn't know what to do and could only look at Li Xiu.
The next moment, the empress said calmly: "I am talking about family affairs and national affairs. We will talk about it tomorrow."
Her expression remained the same as usual, and even the way she held Jiang Fan's neck did not change.
Li Xiu woke up from his dream, ah, ah twice, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty is not here? Ah, I will come back another day, please leave..."
Jiang Fan is suffering from embarrassment and cancer. What does it mean that His Majesty is not here? Even if you're pretending to be blind, you should also pretend to be more understanding. Your typical brain can't keep up. Why are you resigning? His Majesty is not here, how can you resign...
Master Li Xiu apparently forgot that he was already within the threshold. In a panic, he fell down and his hat fell off. He was hurriedly picked up by Zhao Gao before running away.
Jiang Fan stared at him as he fled, then slowly turned his neck back, "Madam...continue?"
The empress pushed him away: "I'm just giving you a massage as a reward. 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? It's impossible to 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 groaned 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.
After Jiang Fan was thrown to the palace gate, Zhao Gao managed a 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 don't you stop that old man Li Xiu? You are ruining my good deeds!"
