As if he didn't believe it, the heat flow passed through Jiang Fan's body again. After several cycles, he put down his hands blankly, his eyes a little distracted: "You...Jiang Fan?"
"My minister, Jiang Fan, leads the Western King of Zhenxi, and is here to pay an audience to His Highness the Crown Prince."
After a long time, the prince's face gradually returned to calm. He slowly sat down and shrank back into his fur. His face was extremely depressed, and he even coughed for a while.
"King Zhenxi... I'm laughing at you. Your Excellency looks like an old friend."
"I don't dare. It's human nature." Jiang Fan bowed his hands.
The prince motioned to Jin Dun next to him with his eyes: "Sit down and talk."
After Jiang Fan sat down, his seemingly calm eyes were still filled with extreme shock and confusion.
"Mr. Jiang, where are you from?"
Jiang Fan couldn't help but shook his head secretly, did you and your son talk like this at the beginning?
But he did not hesitate and said slowly: "I was an orphan, but now I am a native of Qin."
Orphan... The prince's expression changed slightly: "Parents passed away? Where is your hometown?"
Jiang Fan shook his head: "His Royal Highness, I was seriously ill when I was young and lost my memory. I can't remember my parents or my hometown."
When the prince heard the words, he was silent for a moment: "I lost my words, Mr. Jiang, don't blame me."
Jiang Fan said: "I dare not."
"Master Jiang... is very young."
Jiang Fan responded calmly: "I have just turned eighteen."
The prince's face completely returned to calmness, and he said softly: "Eighteen years old, a good age. Such a young person has already been honored as a prince with a different surname. It has never been seen in ancient times..."
"Prince, thank you."
"Gu... I have heard of you. You were born at the age of sixteen. You were granted the title of Poet Immortal and Ci Sage. Later, you entered the Qin Dynasty. Within a year, you were granted the titles of King Xiaoyao, King Yizi and Double King. Being young and promising is not a compliment."
He spoke very slowly, as if he still had unfinished meaning, and Jiang Fan did not answer.
The prince paused for a moment, then continued: "Then why bother to accept this empty title."
An empty title? This prince is really a real person.
"...All the people in the world are citizens of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and they should obey the imperial edict."
The prince took two deep breaths, as if his breathing was not smooth: "Da Zhou... who else in the world is serious about Da Zhou? You shouldn't come."
Jiang Fan didn't know how to respond, so he had no choice but to remain silent.
After a while, the prince called someone to fetch a set of fishing gear: "Since you're here, let's go fishing with Gu for a while. It's also considered as an errand."
Jiang Fan slightly cupped his hands, lifted up the fishing rod, hung the bait, and threw it into the pond.
His Highness the Crown Prince looked at his skillful techniques and couldn't help but nodded slightly: "People say that Jiang Xiaoyao was born as a fisherman, so he is indeed very skilled in his techniques."
Jiang Fan said with a smile: "It's just a matter of making a living."
The prince said: "Let's see who can catch the fish first?"
Jiang Fan said: "How dare I compete with the prince?"
"This is a place for leisure. There is no king or minister, so don't let your fun be ruined."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "In this case, I have overstepped my bounds, so I will accompany His Highness to have some fun."
The prince seemed satisfied: "This is Jiang Xiaoyao. In this deep palace, the king and his ministers have their own thoughts all day long, which is too boring."
Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is quite free and easy."
"It's just boring time. The princess and the prince both loved to eat fish, and they gradually developed the habit of fishing."
Jiang Fan said: "This is consistent with my hobby. Your Highness may have heard that I am also a fish-eater."
The prince smiled softly: "I heard that you not only like to eat fish, but you also like to eat a lot of fish, and your craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world."
Jiang Fan scratched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed for his fame, but he blinked and said, "How about I cook a fish for the prince while I have some free time today?"
The prince was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "Wonderful, even though I am well-dressed and well-fed in the palace, I still want to taste the tricks of the God of Cookery in the world."
"I don't dare to be the god of food in the world, but I have some experience. I would like to make a suggestion. How about using the fish you catch later as the main ingredient?"
The prince nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, very good."
Jiang Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Who knows, he was simply afraid that His Highness the Crown Prince would fall into his old habit and insist on making food for himself. Wouldn't that make him want to cry without tears? Simply, take the initiative yourself.
The fisherman didn't talk too much, and the two of them chatted casually. But His Highness the Crown Prince seemed completely uninterested in the major affairs of the DPRK, and all he talked about were daily trivial matters.
Jiang Fan was also happy to do this. He didn't know much about Da Zhou, and he would make mistakes if he talked too much. It would be better to just chat.
The prince suddenly said: "I have just realized that Mr. Jiang's physical body is somewhat special, and his meridians, flesh and blood are somewhat different from ordinary people..."
Jiang Fan gave a wry smile: "No, because of my innate deficiencies, lack of physical body, and lack of qualifications, I have achieved nothing in my martial arts training so far."
The prince said: "Life is not just about practicing martial arts. My master's literary skills will be a great comfort for my whole life."
"I am not worthy of the prince's praise. But speaking of it, I think that delicious food is my favorite."
The prince suddenly gave a rare hearty smile: "It's not a bad thing. The world is full of chaos and chaos. As long as your heart is pure and your life is happy, you can live a good life no matter what."
Jiang Fan's heart moved slightly: "The prince is open-minded."
The prince said: "I have only opened my eyes to you after these many years. I am not like you, who is born transparent. After experiencing the ups and downs, separation and gains and losses, I realize that there is no need to force anything in life."
Jiang Fan said: "I have never experienced it, so it is difficult to feel this way. Speaking of which, I am just lazy, but the prince is truly transparent."
The prince pursed his lips and smiled: "The difference between nurture and nature is just that. Mr. Jiang's works such as Linjiang Immortal, Jiang Jinjiu, and Xia Ke Xing show his true temperament. I have also seen Jiang Jinjiu's rubbings with wild handwriting. I really like it and have always wanted to ask for it. I have an authentic work by Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Fan said: "The prince is so complimentary. If the prince likes it, I should offer it to you."
At this time, Zeng Chun suddenly came back and stepped forward quickly holding a scroll: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has a decree to give you a poem written by Mr. Jiang, written by Wang Yue."
The prince was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Look, it will come as soon as you say it. It will save you trouble."
After saying that, he handed the fishing rod to Zeng Chun, took the scroll, unfolded it, and his eyes lit up immediately.
Zeng Chun said: "I just received a message from the chamberlain, saying that Your Majesty said that this poem is suitable for Your Highness, and I hereby give it to Your Highness."
There was an imperceptible look in the prince's eyes. He looked at it carefully for a long time, then praised it and put it away with great care: "Thank you, father, for being willing to write this handwritten letter."
Zeng Chun said: "There are also ten jars of fine wine, all of which are exquisitely brewed by King Zhenxi."
The prince nodded: "Okay, I just finished drinking the roasted knife. Since it was made by Mr. Jiang, it must be the best in the world. Thank you father for me."
Zeng Chun responded and looked at Jiang Fan: "Then your highness and the prince will chat slowly, and I will go back to my life first."
After he left, the prince picked up the fishing rod and said, "My father likes calligraphy and painting the most. This time I have given up my love."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "This is a gift from His Majesty, but I have another gift for you."
After that, he took out a small wooden box from his arms and presented it to the prince.
