Jiang Fan didn't have any displeasure: "He is clear about grudges and separates public and private affairs. He is not kidnapped by friendship in the face of major right and wrong. He is a real man."
Gao Rong calmly clasped his fists: "Thank you, Prince Regent, for your understanding."
"But I also have something that I don't understand, and you need to answer it."
"Please ask."
Jiang Fan stared at him: "When the Supreme Emperor rebelled again, Jin Enforcer appeared in the Demon Palace, and you... met with Jin Enforcer late at night. Why?"
Gao Rong was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed, as if he didn't expect Jiang Fan to know about this. But at this moment, he did not hesitate and said directly: "Because of Jieyu. When she was rescued and came to Qin, the empress dowager took action and she owed her life. The Supreme Emperor sent Jin Enforcement to find Jieyu and asked for her name. However, this thing has already been donated by me. To His Majesty, I had met His Highness at that time.”
It was rare that he said so many things at once for his wife. It seemed that he really cared about Jieyu. However, after his narration, Jiang Fan suddenly remembered that he did meet Gao Rong on the day of "washing dates". Xiaocui said that he was here to deliver something on Jieyu's behalf.
"My wife will never allow private affairs to disrupt the country, so she avoids her. Gao Mou will see her on behalf of her. However, because the Empress Dowager is grateful for saving her life, Jieyu reminds Jin Zhizhu that it is best not to personally participate in the affairs of the Supreme Emperor, in case of accidents."
Only then did Jiang Fan understand why Law Enforcement Jin had lost his control when he finally took action. He must have followed the advice.
"This matter is in the past and I won't pursue it any further, but it has affected major events after all. I don't want similar situations to happen again in the future."
Gao Rong clasped his fists heavily: "The friendship has been repaid and will never be repeated again."
"What if something happens?" Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes at him.
Gao Rong raised his head and said decisively: "Today Gao Rong has cleared away his distracting thoughts. If anything happens, Gao Rong will die!"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly, dropped the wooden box, and slowly took out a book from his arms, "In that case, I have something for you."
Gao Rong looked at him slightly doubtfully, then lowered his head to look at the book in his hand, but suddenly his eyes condensed.
After a long while, he looked up at Jiang Fan with a shocked expression: "Liu Tao...are you the Sixth Young Master?"
Jiang Fan looked at Gao Rong and laughed: "You are not the only one in the world who knows how to wear a mask."
This was an admission, and Wu Qu was so shocked that the fishing rod dropped to the ground. The Sixth Young Master, who is half astonished in the world, is actually the Lord? Also, only a person like him can write such ancient and wonderful books as "The Art of War" and "On War".
For a moment, he felt a sense of emotion, his name is Wu Qu, but if there is a Wu Qu Star King coming to this world, it can only be the Lord!
Gao Rong was even more shocked, "No wonder, Master said you gave him a feeling of deja vu..."
Jiang Fandao: "Wei Li, a master of the art of war in the world, once presided over the discussion of generals and martial arts, and personally ranked Ying Wushuang at the top of the list. He did not care about the feelings of teachers and students, and ranked me as the second one on the Young Dragon Ranking. This aspect deserves respect. However, Unfortunately, from what you said, I understand that he didn’t realize it was me.”
Gao Rong lowered his head and looked at the book of war in his hand: "Your Majesty gave me the first three chapters of the Art of War. Your Highness, do you want to give me the Six Tao..."
Jiang Fan nodded: "You deserve it."
Gao Rong's pale face suddenly flushed, and he knelt down on one knee: "Gao Rong, I am willing to be the regent's sword!"
Jiang Fan slowly shook his head: "No, always remember that you are just the sword of Da Qin."
Gao Rong looked up at him, his eyes were extremely excited, yes, he had chosen the wrong person, just based on these words!
Jiang Fan put his hand on Gao Rong's shoulder: "Gao Rong, follow the order!"
"Chen, here!"
"You have experience in leading new armies and know the Feng family well. You are a suitable candidate. I order you to lead 50,000 new troops to sweep away the Feng family Xingluo in the eastern border of Great Qin."
Gao Rong didn't hesitate at all: "My lord, take the order!"
After looking at Gao Rong, Jiang Fan slowly turned around and looked towards the distant south——
...Liu Tao doesn't see Liu Gongzi, I hope Liu Tao doesn't want to see Liu Tao either...
——
The next day, someone at the head of Anyi City discovered that half of the people on the opposite side were missing. They must have left last night.
Although such an inexplicable disappearance feels a bit unfounded, less is better than too much.
"So, this guy is just bluffing." A middle-aged man stood on the city wall and looked at the riverside opposite with contempt.
An old man standing next to him, who was as tall as a spear, looked at the opposite side with his hands behind his hands and said slowly: "Becoming a father is not his goal. He has other agendas."
The middle-aged man frowned: "What are you trying to do?"
The old man's eyes were calm: "I don't know, but... his goal is not to be a father, but his goal to be a father is him."
The middle-aged man was shocked: "Dad, do you want to assassinate Jiang Fan?"
The old man's eyes became sharp: "I, Zhao Jia, are valued by Meng Taihua and have been given supreme spear skills. I shall serve the Holy Land and eradicate the aliens."
The middle-aged man took a breath: "Dad, this Jiang Fan is not easy to deal with. If nothing else, he has at least 50,000 elite soldiers around him..."
"It was these 50,000 elite soldiers that prompted my father to make up his mind. When the army is approaching, it must have a plan. The prince came to visit me the day before yesterday, and his words clearly showed that Jiang Fanxing was threatening. My father has lived in the Xia Kingdom for a long time, and the two generations of Mongolian kings Shanglong Well, it is more important to share the worries of the family and the country. If the king does not move, he may be in trouble, but I, Zhao Jia, can act with charlatanism." The old man's eyes were stern and his tone was like a gun.
The middle-aged man was a little panicked: "Dad, you should think twice before you act..."
The old man waved his hand: "No need to say more, as a father, he has his own opinions."
Then, he turned around and stared at the middle-aged man: "My son, you have obtained the true inheritance from my father. As long as you polish it patiently, you will become a master sooner or later. My father is old and I order you to take over the position of the head of the family today. You will have a good life from now on." In order to take care of the Zhao family, my father agreed to your concubinage. Zhao Jia’s staff is a bit thin, so he needs to spread his wings..."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly changed: "Dad, you..."
The old man waved his hand to interrupt him: "There is no one else today. As a father, you must remember that if your father never comes back, remember that the Zhao family will never be allowed to serve as officials in the court, and the children of the Zhao family will not be allowed to ask the King Xiaoyao Seek revenge, otherwise my father will not be able to rest in peace even under the circumstances."
The middle-aged man looked horrified: "Dad, why, why do you say that? Isn't it okay if we don't do this?"
The old man looked at him, full of love, and sighed: "My son, you don't understand why the prince is here... Remember, don't ask, don't tell. As a father, I am content to have a filial son like you. In every hundred years, one will die. Now that my father is over sixty years old, there is nothing I can't let go of. I think it's worth it for my father's death to buy my Zhao family a hundred years of stability."
The middle-aged man suddenly knelt down on his knees: "Dad——"
…
On this day, a long laughter that pierced through the clouds and the sun resounded through the city of Anyi. A figure spread his wings like an eagle, passing through the center of the Huangsha River, standing on the waves. The powerful voice was like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger. .
"Jiang Fan, a demon, has a notorious reputation. His ten crimes are worthy of his name. Everyone in the world can punish him! Now that I, Zhao Jia, have joined the Demon-Slaying Alliance, am I still afraid of you, a scum of the world? Jiang Fan, do you dare to join me in the Demon-Slaying Alliance's Western Division? A fair fight?"
On this day, An Yi was shocked. Zhao Jia, the spear king of the Xia Kingdom, issued a declaration of war to the prosperous King Xiaoyao and led five hundred chivalrous men of the Demon-Slaying Alliance to challenge the king. Five hundred versus five hundred. If you win, please King Xiaoyao go back to your hometown in Qin. If you lose, you are willing to save your life.
Zhao Jia Zhuo stands on the top of the wave and his voice shocks everyone. I ask you, Jiang Xiaoyao, if you dare!
Jiang Fan stood by the river with his hands behind his hands, squinting at the figures in the river.
"This is to disgrace me..."
Wu Qu stood next to him and said slowly: "Xia Guo's handwriting."
Jiang Fan nodded: "Zhao Jia is also a man. He sacrificed his life to disgrace me, so that I can no longer deter the Xia Kingdom, and it will also enhance the confidence of the Demon Slaying Alliance..."
"My lord, do you accept the challenge?"
Jiang Fan smiled softly: "There is no reason to escape."
"I am willing to lead five hundred soldiers in a battle."
Jiang Fan shook his head: "If someone declares war, how can I respond with my army?"
Wu Qu said: "This is a private army."
"You can't hide it from others. Besides, private armies are also armies."
Wu Qu said slowly: "Please... send someone from the city?"
Jiang Fan shook his head and turned to look back: "I will give you a chance to show off."
Behind him was a black horse that was twice as tall as usual. A strong young man in civilian clothes sat quietly. Hearing the words, his eyes flashed: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The next moment, he picked up the reins and rode his horse, galloping to the riverside. The strong horseman stood up and let out a loud neighing sound.
The young man's zhenqi exploded, and his voice was like gold and stone: "Zhao Jiapifu! What kind of person is our king, and you are willing to fight with me? I am a servant of King Xiaoyao, Shentu Li, and I will take care of you on behalf of my king!"
