Ba Qing said: "While cooperating with the Supreme Emperor, my subordinates accidentally learned some news. This practice is called the magical skill of connecting wood. Although it cannot exert much strength on its own, it can instill its skills into others and create the best masters."
Jiang Fan suddenly realized something and couldn't help but shake his head: "It seems that Xiaocui's battle with the master not only failed to extinguish the emperor's anger, but also made him see the importance of martial arts cultivation."
"Your Majesty, I have learned from you. The magical skill of handing over the tree has been completed. Soon I will be able to initiate the Dafa and pass it on to the Supreme Emperor. If successful, the Supreme Emperor will become a top sage."
Jiang Fan's expression changed: "Shi Jiao...is it for the inheritance of the Za family?"
A strange light flashed in Ba Qing's eyes. He didn't expect Jiang Fan to directly think of it on such a deep level: "Your Majesty is so wise, I admire you."
Jiang Fan waved his hand: "It is not difficult to guess that the matter between Shang Jun and Lu Fu came first. In order to continue the inheritance, it is not surprising that Shi Jiao accepted this disciple. Besides, there is indeed no one more suitable than the Supreme Emperor. But he, this It’s also a gamble…”
Ba Qing said: "This is the best and fastest way. He is worth a gamble."
Jiang Fan nodded: "Only the Supreme Emperor may not have the same thoughts as the ancestor of the Miscellaneous Family."
Ba Qing smiled: "In this case, the apprentice and the apprentice naturally have their own thoughts."
Jiang Fan said: "Since the Supreme Emperor has such thoughts, it means that the external factors are ripe. Is there anything strange happening recently?"
Ba Qing stretched out his hand to signal to Shangguan Wan'er: "Well, sister Wan'er will investigate more deeply. How about asking her to report to the prince."
Jiang Fan's eyes moved and he looked at the two of them with interest: "You two...are you working together?"
The two looked at each other, Shangguan Wan'er smiled and said: "Please give me a chance to make meritorious service."
Jiang Fan looked at her for a moment and suddenly laughed: "Wan'er, you are very anxious..."
Shangguan Wan'er knew that her master was as intelligent as a demon, and she immediately saw through her own thoughts.
"Wan'er wants to gain freedom faster, so she can only make achievements faster. Please... Lord, please forgive me."
Jiang Fan nodded and smiled: "Opportunities favor those who are thoughtful. In that case, just tell me what kind of tricks my old Taishan is doing..."
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The detailed discussion lasted for two hours.
The main reason is that the information is too messy. Fortunately, Shangguan Wan'er has sorted it out personally, otherwise it would be difficult to sort out the things that are shrouded in clouds and fog.
Even so, there are still many messages that are not related or are just coincidences.
This actually made Jiang Fan realize that the Emperor's plans this time were grand and his actions were more clever, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of vigilance in his heart.
To be honest, he has never underestimated his father-in-law. He won twice because of mental arithmetic with the support of the empress. If it was a simple game between two people, Jiang Fan didn't think he had much confidence in defeating this man. A king who single-handedly created the most prosperous period of the Qin Dynasty.
In the end, Jiang Fan agreed to Ba Qing and Shangguan Wan'er's request for further investigation.
He understood one thing. For Ba Qing, this was debt collection.
For Shangguan Wan'er, this is an advancement.
Both of them need this opportunity, and since they have been very "busy" recently, they also happen to need someone to keep an eye on this matter.
Very good, let’s do it. With these two people, Jiang Fan relaxed a lot. Although the Supreme Emperor and Shi Jiao are both thousand-year-old foxes, these two are also absolute leaders of the younger generation. The game between the older generation and the new generation will definitely be interesting.
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Mr. Jiang is of course very "busy".
Now that the regent is here, he still has to go to court early every day!
It's just that the morning court on the third day was no different from the second day. Mr. Jiang casually read the beginning of the third copy, threw it away, and then retreated, a few breaths faster than yesterday.
In the eyes of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, this was because they were still not satisfied, so they could only go back and revise it again with a sad face.
This time, Li Xiu, Meng Laoshuai, and even Gao Qi were not idle, and personally participated in the revision work, doing various comparisons and analysis to find out what was wrong.
They were confused and busy, but Mr. Jiang was leisurely soaking his feet and drinking tea.
Zhao Gao's skills were really good. Mr. Jiang just gave him some verbal instructions, and he rubbed his feet so well that they felt so comfortable. Mr. Jiang won a lot of praise, saying that even if he went to his hometown, he would definitely become a top technician.
Zhao Gao was quite envious. Mr. Jiang’s hometown was nowhere to be found, and he was enjoying his life too much.
While squeezing his feet, Zhao Gao did not forget the business and reported in great detail.
"...That's it for the data. It's thirty copies less than yesterday. It's strange. My lord, do you think they are being lazy, or..."
Jiang Fan smiled: "Don't worry about that. The less, the simpler it is. You know, I am lazy and don't like too many things. Haha..."
Zhao Gao's eyes moved, and he seemed to vaguely catch something, but he still couldn't think clearly.
But the best thing about doing things for big people is to ask less, do more, and be careful.
Zhao Gao fully understands this, which is why he rose to be the number one chamberlain in just over a year.
It had only been three days, but Jiang Fan felt that he couldn't live without him.
Many times he lamented that it was hard not to like Zhao Gao.
He has an excellent memory, works seriously and is very effective, is good at observing people's movements, knows how to advance and retreat, and is always available when called, as if he is always on call. Any leader will appreciate this kind of subordinate.
As for the little thought of climbing up, who can't accept it? If you don't have this kind of thought, you will still be looked down upon by others.
No wonder... Jiang Fan felt in a trance. The person in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the one in his hometown's movies and TV series.
Seeing that Jiang Fan was lost in thought, Zhao Gao whispered: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"I want to ask if I want to change another basin of water."
"No need..." Jiang Fan looked at him with a strange look: "Zhao Gao... I want to ask you a question..."
Zhao Gao said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please speak."
"Why do you want to climb up?"
Zhao Gao was stunned, not expecting Jiang Fan to ask this, and his eyes seemed to calm down slowly.
"My lord... people go to higher places and water flows to lower places. Zhao Gao just wants to live a better life."
Jiang Fan said: "With your ability, you can prosper wherever you go. Isn't it enough to become a rich man by yourself?"
Zhao Gao's expression was a little complicated: "...My lord, Zhao Gao is different from normal people. He's so... so disabled."
Jiang Fan was startled and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten this.
"But it wasn't after you entered the palace that you..."
Zhao Gao shook his head: "My lord, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Because my father was a prisoner, he was born a slave, so he was discriminated against since he was a child. Later, because of his poor family, his parents were forced to go into debt until they died. My brother had a dispute with the creditor because he was protecting his family. He was beaten to death, and the little one was also kicked to death... Sigh... Later, the little one lived on the street, without enough food, so he might as well, be cruel and do it with his own hands..."
