Jiang Fan agreed happily. In fact, he wanted to find out more. He was afraid that one day he would mutate suddenly. If on a full moon night, he suddenly appeared with long hair and howled to the sky, it would be a huge disaster. .
"Take Tian Luoyu away, Mr. Tian has agreed." Jiang Fan went to Lishan this time to specifically talk about this matter. Not only did Tian Yuan not object, he was also happy that she could do something.
Sun Buer said: "Also, you should write a letter, and we are going to visit your sworn sister."
Jiang Fan knew that they were probably interested in her ability to understand bird songs, so he immediately agreed.
The two briefly chatted for a few more words, and Sun Buer stood up to leave. Apart from strange beasts and spiritual plants, he now had little interest in anything else.
When leaving, Jiang Fan told him that he had searched for His Majesty and found the few spiritual plants that were still alive and would send them to Lishan soon, but they could not send them to Qianfo Temple for the time being.
Sun Buer nodded: "Remember the thousand-year-old bamboo shoots."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the bamboo shoots."
After he left, Jiang Fan rubbed his waist again and walked out. He happened to meet Luan Feifei who was helping Gu Dayan work, so he called her over to talk about Fengchen.
As expected, Luan Feifei's level is still not enough, and many things cannot provide effective clues. Not to mention Fengchen's strangeness, there is no way to guess who he might send to attend the Fuli Conference.
Meng Chanjuan didn't have accurate information about this matter, but gave Jiang Fan three candidates she thought were the most likely. He also mentioned these people to the Empress during the intermission yesterday, but the Empress said that if they can all be thought of, they may not be useful.
Perhaps Zhou Dalu can provide more accurate information, but unfortunately, there has been no news from Zhou Dalu recently, and Jiang Fan doesn't want to take the initiative to contact him. After all, being at the core of the Feng family, he is definitely walking on thin ice.
Since he couldn't figure it out at the moment, Jiang Fan didn't waste any time thinking. He followed Luan Feifei and looked around at the New Year's decorations. He found that he still had nothing to interfere with. After thinking for a moment, he asked Long Si to clean up and drove him off. Imperial Prefecture.
On the one hand, I want to say thank you for my last trip to southern Shanxi. On the other hand, I also want to take some pills to add extra insurance for my trip to northern Xinjiang.
Of course, Xu Fu welcomed his arrival ten thousand times, and at the same time he also responded to his requests. Jiang Fan also presented the rubbings of the secret realm of Northern Xinjiang provided by Zeng Xi.
After Xu Fu looked through it, he was first very interested in a place. Jiang Fan was also surprised to find that this place was exactly the place that Zeng Xi said had been somewhat unstable recently.
Looking at the mark on the map, Jiang Fan suddenly felt interesting...
After returning from the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, Jiang Fan originally planned to take advantage of the fact that there were still four or five days before the New Year's Day and simply visit various houses to pay New Year's greetings in order to avoid having to leave after the holiday.
But before he went, Marshal Meng came the next day, carrying a big knife.
As soon as they met, the old commander shook his sword and said, "Little thief! What a good thing you did!"
Prince Jiang was shocked: "Brother! If you have something to say, please say it..."
"I said you're a big-headed devil! You're going to die!"
The broadsword was like a windmill, and the old commander roared and rushed forward.
Prince Jiang was so frightened that he almost peeed and ran away. The old handsome man chased after him with a machete, and the mortals were all in a panic.
It wasn't until Jiang Fan hid behind Gu Beiyan that the old commander cursed angrily: "Get out of here, don't hide behind a woman if you have the guts!"
Jiang Fan was still in shock. He pulled Gu Dayan tightly and poked his head out from behind her: "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Where did it come from?" Veins popped up on the old commander's forehead: "It must have been your bad idea. It was you who persuaded His Majesty to declare whether the decree was right or not!"
It turned out that it was because of this that Jiang Fan wiped away cold sweat: "Brother, please listen to my explanation, it's not what you think..."
The old man smiled ferociously: "Little bastard, if you don't tell me one, two, three, I will slap your waist today!"
King Jiang then let go of Gu Dayan, who looked contemptuous, and took a breath: "Brother, please don't get angry yet. Please come to the Huxin Pavilion for tea and listen to my explanation slowly."
The old commander snorted, and with a sudden strike of his sword, he stuck it deeply into the bluestone ground: "Let's go! You must explain it clearly to me today, otherwise, my sword will not recognize anyone!"
"Yes, yes, I guarantee you will always understand."
He quickly ordered Gu Dayan to bring tea soup, and with a smile on his face, he invited the old man to the Huxin Pavilion.
The old commander sat down, still feeling depressed, and slapped the table hard: "Little bastard, let me ask you, what kind of monster are you doing? Why did you suddenly propose to let that barbarian get married?"
Jiang Fan accompanied him with a smile and said, "Do you still remember that the barbarians wanted our Princess Jieyu to have a marriage to quell the ghost war?"
The old commander snorted heavily: "Remember, didn't I ask you to be chopped down? Why, today you want to do the opposite and ask for a barbarian princess?"
Jiang Fan said: "Why, let them be arrogant, but we can't? Not long ago, the barbarians invaded the border one after another, causing huge losses to our border. I have to apologize, give a princess, eighteen million taels of gold and silver, and then give One hundred and eighty thousand cattle, sheep, and horses are what we need to compensate for the losses and appease the anger of my Great Qin Empire."
The old commander glared at him: "Okay, okay, why should Tian'er go? My Tian'er is a great Chinese hero, how could he participate in robbing the barbarian girl Lao Shizi?"
Jiang Fan chuckled: "This is just a strategy. As you probably know, the barbarians have been working hard for the Crescent Princess recently. It's probably because the Crescent Moon really controls huge resources. The four kings and even the Golden Tribe Royal Court They are all jealous, no matter who gets it, they will grow so much..."
Meng Laoshuai frowned: "So you kid, want to follow the example of last time and cause sabotage?"
Jiang Fan clapped his hands: "Yes, they all want the Crescent Tribe, so I'm going to ruin this."
Meng Laoshuai finally calmed down his anger a little: "Wouldn't it be nice to let them dog eat dog?"
Jiang Fan said: "Okay, it is true that they have to be dog-eat-dog, but the problem is that it is best for the Crescent Tribe to be independent. As long as it is independent, disputes will continue, and we will be able to gain greater benefits from it."
At this time, Gu Beiyan personally brought tea, and Jiang Fan filled it for the old commander before slowly talking about his plan.
Although it was just a general plan, the old commander understood it. He clapped his hands and said with a strange light in his eyes: "What a plan!"
Jiang Fan said with a smile: "Look, it's not bad. If done properly, the barbarian... will be able to endure it in the future."
Meng Laoshuai nodded repeatedly, but suddenly said in annoyance: "Then why do you have to ask my tiger cub? It's impossible to marry the Crescent Princess anyway, who else can it be?"
Jiang Fan shook his head: "Commander, Northern Xinjiang has always been a serious problem for our Great Qin, and a life-and-death battle is inevitable. But with all due respect, no one of the generals of Great Qin has really gone deep into Northern Xinjiang and understood everything about them. Military strategists know themselves and the enemy, and they can fight a hundred battles without danger. , they know us well from their repeated southern invasions, but what about us? We know very little about the enemy, so this battle will not be easy to fight."
