The empress said: "Don't worry, will I be far away when you see the shadow? But what you said about dragon veins is very interesting..."
"Yes, I'm also surprised that the Great Zhou Dragon Vein can be easily missed? Besides, this Dragon Vein is just a rumor after all, and it's hard to tell whether it's true or not."
The empress shook her head: "No, the Dragon Vein of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not a rumor. Tianmen Gorge is the leader, running through the Longjiang River and connecting mountains. It was written by Jiang Boyue, the first assistant in the Taizu period and who is said to have ascended to immortality."
Jiang Fan said: "I have also seen relevant rumors, but the theory of dragon veins is illusory. The destiny of a country depends on hard work, political understanding, and people. How can we expect Xuanmen to protect us."
The empress said: "Everything in the world has its own theory. Although the theory of dragon veins is fictitious, you can't prove that it has no effect. In my opinion, no matter whether it is as mysterious as the legend, it was designed by someone. A real thing.”
Jiang Fan thought for a while: "That makes sense, but I don't understand. What Meng Po did was obviously the ghost commander's intention. She was most likely testing me, but why did she use the dragon vein to test me?"
The corners of the empress' lips raised slightly, but suddenly she became a little narrow-minded: "Why don't you train that Po Meng well and find out more information."
Jiang Fan's face darkened: "She said she was eighty-eight years old..."
The empress was stunned for a moment, and then she stopped laughing. Jiang Fan had never seen her in such a good mood. Gritting his teeth: "Can you stop laughing?"
The empress took a breath and said: "Okay, don't laugh, don't laugh, good job, but there is nothing to reward, otherwise, you are allowed to continue to have concubines?"
"No, no," Mr. Jiang waved his hands repeatedly. He knew that a woman's mouth was deceptive, let alone carrying a hook knife.
"Speaking of love between men and women, our Ding Taohua is getting married, so you have to prepare some gifts."
Jiang Fan decided to turn the matter of his children's love to Ding Shaoan.
The empress was immediately curious: "Peach blossom? And that twist?"
Jiang Fan:......
What kind of peach blossom twist... uh... don't say it, it's quite vivid.
"Yes, Tao Hua and Ma Hua are getting married. They will get married when they come back next year. After all, they are also the grandson of Nan Chen, so don't let the gifts be shabby."
"Oh?" The empress' eyes moved: "Have you finally confirmed his identity?"
"Well, I didn't expect that the two brothers were found out at once. The other one, Ding Lang, is the one who was burned to death in legend. Now he is also under my command and wants to revive the Za family."
The empress narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's interesting, it's interesting. The remnants of Nanchen died in our Great Qin, but they are still attached to you. Things are unpredictable..."
"It's better to say that they died due to Zhou's plan. In short, it's a good thing. They brought the Zajia family, tens of millions of silver, and 100,000 soldiers each. Isn't it another great achievement?"
This is natural, and the empress was a little surprised: "The foundation of restoring the country, are you willing to give up?"
Jiang Fan thought for a while: "The two brothers are not the same, but after all they have their own ambitions. You have already said that if you give up, you will get something."
The empress smiled: "Interesting, it's a bit too much..."
Jiang Fan drooled: "This is too much. Why don't you tell me, is this another great achievement?"
The empress looked at him and sighed helplessly: "Are you planning to make some meritorious deeds before the holiday?"
Jiang Fan laughed: "Do more first, so that you can rest comfortably, so as not to come back with a huge backlog. Oh, by the way, Ding Lang also said something about that old guy who is not a thing..."
The empress waved her hand: "We will discuss his matters later. I would like to advise you... don't always make great achievements. This is not good..."
Jiang Fan suddenly found that her eyes were very bright and the waves were flowing.
Suddenly he gritted his teeth and said: "...I really found out that this skill still needs to be established!"
The next moment, the vicious dog pounces on the food...
Zhao Gao sighed outside, cleared away everyone, and then slowly disappeared into the darkness.
However, when he just turned around, he found an old man with a tall crown and no eyebrows appearing in front of him, spinning two walnuts in his hand.
His expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly bowed and paid homage: "Zhao Er, I have met our ancestors."
The person who came was Goudao. He looked down at Zhao Gao and showed a "kind" smile for a long time.
"Zhao Er... is doing well."
"They are all cultivated by our ancestors." Zhao Gao bowed his head at ninety degrees and saluted respectfully.
"Haha... You have been with His Majesty for a long time, and your cultivation has not fallen behind. Come with me, the Za family has to take the exam..."
Zhao Gao's throat moved quickly and he swallowed: "Yes..."
The next moment, the hook knife didn't seem to move, but the whole person slowly rose into the sky, his clothes fluttering like a phantom, and against the backdrop of a huge full moon, he looked like an evil spirit descending from the sky.
"Let's go to the cleansing room..."
Before he finished speaking, with the crisp sound of walnuts turning, the person had already drifted away.
Zhao Gao quickly raised his head, the light in his small eyes flashed, and he did not dare to delay and jumped to follow.
After coming out of Zhangtai Palace, his legs and feet were as weak as ever, but Mr. Jiang was in great spirits. After all, it was going to be a big holiday. Which worker wouldn't be happy?
So much so that he shouted loudly as soon as he rushed in, asking Gu Beiyan to donate the imperially-given barbecue grill to enjoy a small barbecue first.
However, Gu Beiyan blinked at him and moved his mouth towards the Huxin Pavilion.
Jiang Fan was stunned, this is a situation.
Indeed, this was not an ordinary situation. As soon as Gu Beiyan entered, he was pleasantly surprised.
What does it mean to feel sleepy when someone gives you a pillow? This is it.
The only problem is that this one is sleepier.
No need to ask, Master Tianxuanzi, the God of Sleep, has arrived.
What a surprise. Who would have thought that this person would actually come to Mortal Residence, and Jiang Fan hadn't sent anyone to invite him yet.
At this moment, this man was holding a wine bottle and lighting his head, and it was clear from his blurred eyes that he was half asleep and half awake.
Even when Jiang Fan came to see the gift, he just made a vague hum and held the wine bottle to his mouth... He sent it, delivered it, several times, but it didn't touch his lips in the end. His hand softened, and the wine bottle clattered to the ground. , and then snoring sounded.
Mr. Jiang was speechless for a moment.
And then, the real situation came.
Accompanying Tian Xuanzi were a circle of great-grandfathers or great-grandfathers.
Zhang Zhiling weighed the ruler in his hand, his beard raised, and his eyes were very unkind.
Mr. Tian held a basket on his back with one hand and looked murderous. He took a peek and saw that there were sweet potatoes in the basket. He was here to catch a thief. Seeing the old guy next to him looking at his nose and heart, as if it had nothing to do with him, Jiang Fan knew that it was over, and he must have shied away the responsibility to himself...
Master Zou has always had a good temper, but for some unknown reason, there was a small fire in his eyes.
My husband's face turned pale after losing, and it was clear on his face that he was very dissatisfied.
Young Master Jiang felt something in his heart. This atmosphere was a bit unpleasant...
"Teacher, seniors...you are polite..." He quickly grinned and bared his teeth to express his greetings.
However, even though he smiled like a blooming dog's tail, he still did not escape the fate of being scolded bloody.
