Yinglu's eyes fluctuated: "This man is amazing. My father has never faced such an opponent. If you give him four to five years, a man from a hundred thousand mountains can be crowned king. No wonder... no wonder that bitch Yu Qingcheng wants to At this time, I call him my father, Julu Gong..."
Yinghu was a little puzzled: "Isn't it because of the two wars and the fact that we tried our best to fight for it?"
Yinglu snorted: "That's true, but my father never thought that there would be such a group of people behind the scenes to disrupt Southern Xinjiang. Yu Qingcheng obviously noticed it earlier. She didn't want Southern Xinjiang to be unstable, so she took advantage of it. In view of the two major wars, I followed my father's wishes and granted him the title of Duke, which must have the intention of using my hand to stabilize the southern border."
Yinghu smashed his fist: "Damn it, Southern Xinjiang is so chaotic. In addition to Jiuli and Sikong, there is also such a monster. We are really being used by that thief."
Yinglu's eyes were cold: "We have to do it. The land of Southern Xinjiang is rich in products, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is the foundation of our dream. Even if we know that it is being used, we must win it as soon as possible. As long as we can truly pacify Southern Xinjiang , Yu Qingcheng? I have to give in."
"What my father said is, what should we do now?" Yinghu said anxiously.
Yinglu thought for a moment and was about to speak, but suddenly someone came to report.
"King Qin Xiaoyao, Jiang Fan, please see Mr. Julu."
Yinglu was startled, but Yinghu immediately roared: "Who? King Xiaoyao? How dare he come here!"
Ying Bao was even more furious: "I'm going to kill this thief!"
Having said that, he picked up the weapon and left the tent.
Yinglu waved his hand suddenly: "Wait a minute. I can't kill him."
Yingbao said angrily: "Dad, this guy has messed up your plans several times. He is so disgusting. Why can't he be killed?"
Yinglu slowly put down his hand: "You can't kill him. He came to Chu publicly this time, and everyone knows it. Even if he dies, he can't die in our hands. And..."
His eyes fluctuated a little: "Although he makes us suffer big losses every time, he also takes a lot of advantage... This man is very good at judging the situation, and as a father, I really want to hear his intentions."
Ying Bao stamped his feet and suddenly remembered that at least in the case of Ba Qing, although it was destroyed, his own side also accounted for a large part, and many of the Ying family's expenses now come from this.
"My child, go and invite him in." Yinghu turned around and walked out.
However, Yinglu took big steps and said as he walked: "It's better to go and greet my father myself."
What surprised Yinglu was that instead of the Xiaoyao King in fluttering white clothes, he saw in front of him a withered and thin old man, wearing southern Xinjiang clothes and a thick turban on his head. He looked like an old southern Xinjiang farmer.
"Who are you……"
Yinglu was a little surprised and confused.
The little old man grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "Your Majesty, long time no see..."
The voice was dry and hoarse, and also looked extremely old.
Yinglu was finally sure, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It is indeed you. People say that King Xiaoyao is good at the art of disguise, and he can change his face in many ways. When we see him today, he is really strange and unpredictable."
Jiang Fan chuckled: "Mr. Julu, why don't you invite me to sit inside?"
Yinglu looked at him for a while, then stretched out his right hand: "Your Majesty, please."
Jiang Fan stroked his sparse goatee, coughed twice, and walked into Yinglu's tent with his body hunched over.
The two parties sat down, and Yinglu felt a little strange: "The prince came here like this... obviously no one can recognize him."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "What? Mr. Julu wants to take this opportunity to kill me?"
Yinglu's eyes flashed: "Haha, I do have this intention, but after thinking about it, I'd better forget it."
Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "I appreciate it."
"No!" Yinglu stared at him and waved his hand: "Your Majesty, please take off your disguise and verify your identity first."
Jiang Fan laughed loudly, cleaned up after a while, and finally returned to his original appearance.
Yinglu and his son were surprised to see it.
"As expected, it's you. If so, would you please tell me why you're here? That way I can let Ying decide whether to rush out or fight with swords."
"Can't we treat each other with courtesy?" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Yinglu sighed: "It's very difficult for you."
"That doesn't mean it's not possible. Now and then, sometimes, I can also be a guest of the King of Chu. Isn't it possible for me, sir?"
Naturally, Yinglu didn't want to admit that his magnanimity was not as good as Xiang Chen's, but he couldn't help but resent this man, so he waved his hand flatly: "Your Majesty, everyone is very busy. If you have anything to do, you should talk to him as soon as possible."
Jiang Fan laughed dryly: "It seems that the wine and meat are enough. Okay, let me just say one thing -"
He stared into Yinglu's slender eyes: "Master... do you want to unify southern Xinjiang?"
Yinglu's body trembled: "What did you say?"
Jiang Fan looked at him: "Let me tell you, sir, do you want to unify Southern Xinjiang and become a true Julu King?"
"Insolent!" Yinglu slapped the table: "This is a rebellious statement."
Jiang Fan curled his lips: "Rebellion? Okay, sir, no one knows who, why do you always say secret words in front of famous people?"
Yinglu stared at him: "Yu Qingcheng asked you to test me, or is it the king?"
Jiang Fan had just met the King of Chu and his wife, and Yinglu understood first that they were obviously working together with him.
"None of them." Jiang Fan picked up the teapot and drank a cup to moisten his throat. After coughing twice, he returned to his original voice.
"My king is here to fulfill your wishes."
"What does this general have in mind? I'm just following the king's orders to guard the southern border and pacify the rebels."
He was obviously extremely wary.
Jiang Fan suddenly asked: "You dare to say that you worked so hard to recruit Julu Gong and even gave up a lot of military power for this purpose, just to serve the great Chu?"
Yinglu was a little unhappy: "These words are different. Yinglu has been favored by the king and has been granted the title of commander-in-chief and the title of Duke of Julu. He should serve his family and country. Does the prince's words mean to trap Ying in injustice? He has bad intentions... "
"Oh... My father-in-law is indeed a loyal and good general. Jiang admires him. It seems that he has concerns about the Sikong family, Tianmo Palace, and Zheng family in southern Xinjiang. So Jiang Fan takes his leave."
After saying that, he got up and left.
Seeing that he was about to walk out of the tent, Yinglu said: "My lord, wait a moment."
Jiang Fan turned around: "Oh? I'm fine. What else can I do, sir?"
Yinglu looked at him for a while and suddenly burst out laughing: "Your Majesty, why haven't we seen each other for such a short period of time? I can't joke anymore. Come on, come and take a seat quickly. The food and wine are already being prepared. We will have a few drinks later to talk. Reminiscing about old times.”
Jiang Fan then smiled: "That's great. I was joking just now. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I just wanted to have some fun."
I am happy that you are a night owl entering the house! Yinglu cursed in his heart, but struggled to put a smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, please sit down. If you have something to do, you might as well chat slowly."
After Jiang Fan sat down again, Yinglucai asked like a joke: "The prince just said that he wanted to help someone, but as far as I know, we don't seem to have such a deep friendship."
"Of course not." Jiang Fan didn't show any pretense: "Everyone just gets what they need."
"Oh? I wonder what the prince wants?"
