Lu Tiezui sighed and said slowly: "The one who suppresses should have someone to support him, but Yao Yao appears out of thin air, like a shadow without support, with no origin and no reason..."
Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel slightly moved as he listened.
Lu Tiezui continued: "Look at the emptiness in front of him, like a tree without roots, like water without duckweeds. If you are helpless and helpless, you will find it difficult to live in peace, so you need to rely on yourself for stability..."
As soon as they finished saying these few words, Jiang and Gu both looked strange.
"However, the most stable thing in the world is Qingshan. The sound of Qingshan is the same as Qingshan..."
He looked at Gu Qingshan with a complex expression: "Someone is looking for you to rely on, and they regard you as the beauty of your life..."
The two of them were immediately shocked, and Gu Qingshan opened his mouth wide and was speechless.
Jiang Fan is also full of questions. He has no support in front of him and is looking for support in the back. Isn't this what Xiao Ying is talking about? Damn it, how could he be so awesome?
"But..." Lu Tiezui sighed: "There is no support in the front, and the back is just a single word, unable to form a word. Naturally, I don't know where I ended up. This person... is unknown..."
"Fart!" Gu Qingshan was a little angry immediately, "You don't know!"
Lu Tiezui smiled bitterly: "Look, I said it doesn't count, but you insist on letting me count..."
"Tell me, keep talking, I'll see if you can tell me one, two, three!"
Jiang Fan noticed that Gu Qingshan seemed to be angry, but his eyes were a little wandering.
"Okay, okay, don't get angry... Even though this person has a green mountain, he has no choice but to live in a green shirt. With three strokes and one stroke, he will exhaust his power. If he can't hold on, if he can't hold on, he will eventually..."
He shook his head, but refused to say anything more.
Gu Qingshan's expression actually fluctuated a little, and he stared blankly at the gradually disappearing look without saying a word.
Jiang Fan looked at Lu Tiezui with doubtful eyes. This old uncle... He dared to say such things. Is it true that he can calculate it or... But it doesn't make sense. He doesn't know Xiao Ying and has no reason to irritate Gu Qingshan...
"Eventually...what."
After a long time, Gu Qingshan raised his head, stared at him and said, "Finish!"
Lu Tiezui sighed for the third time, very heavily: "It will eventually pass away with the wind as written in this drink... the fragrance will fade away and the jade will die..."
Gu Qingshan remained expressionless for a long time, unconsciously holding the empty cup in his hand and putting it in his mouth.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan quickly grabbed him, picked up the jug and poured wine into it. While pouring the wine, he scolded: "Come on, let's take a test and don't say anything auspicious. This is what charlatans do. What's the next step? Aren’t you going to give money if you want to crack it? I’ve seen this kind of you a lot.”
Lu Tiezui was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter the next moment: "Your Majesty is wise, this game is not unbreakable, but it requires two hundred taels!"
Jiang Fan reached out to him and said, "You damn liar! I'm sorry for this, so I'm done with it!"
"Eh? My lord, you can't do this..."
Gu Qingshan seemed to have come to his senses at this moment, and said angrily: "Okay, you dare to defraud me of my money, you will be fined with alcohol!"
"Okay, accept the punishment and accept the punishment..."
The atmosphere returned to normal in an instant, but Jiang Fan had already vaguely noticed that Gu Qingshan's brows and eyes seemed to be filled with gloom while he was shouting and yelling.
Poor person...you are emotional...
But he didn't know if this other person's shadow was the source of Xiao Ying's tragedy. He always felt that Gu Qingshan seemed to regard this woman with the same weird personality and the same slender waist as Xiao Qi...
He sighed secretly in his heart and decisively changed the subject: "Hurry up and eat, don't let the King of England down."
Gu Qingshan also smiled and said: "The etiquette has arrived, so people must be here soon."
Jiang Fan paused for a moment, chuckled and tapped his chopsticks: "Say King of England, and the King of England will be here."
When Jiang Xiaoyao wakes up, he will naturally welcome many visitors, and the first one to come is the Third Highness who is not strict in running the army.
We haven't eaten much at the banquet yet, so there is no need to change it. Only the two who couldn't get enough of it walked away with a roast chicken and a pot of wine.
The King of England opened the tent and strode in, still bright and wise.
"Hahaha, ok, ok, congratulations, King Xiaoyao is a lucky man and a good person. How can he be harmed by Xiaoxiao? I am finally relieved."
His voice was clear and full of joy, and his face was sincere.
Jiang Fan leaned on the large chair, his expression a little indifferent, but he also made a gesture to stand up to greet him, but the King of England quickly stopped him: "Sit down, sit down, your serious injury has not healed, so there is no need to be polite."
When Jiang Fan heard this, he didn't stand up. He just cupped his hands and said, "Please bear with me, Your Highness."
The King of England was not polite, lifted up his royal robe and sat across from him: "Mr. Jiang, your complexion has improved a lot, but your expression seems to be full of complaints."
Jiang Fan said calmly: "I'm really not happy that I almost survived."
The King of England sighed heavily: "Who knew that Wu Feng would be so bold as to collude with thieves to murder an important minister of the country? Come to think of it..."
With an apologetic look on his face, he bowed his hands deeply: "It's all Xiao Wang's fault. He didn't notice it in advance. It's hard to blame him. It's hard to blame him."
Jiang Fan looked at him indifferently: "I don't dare to be a courtesy to His Highness. Wu Feng did it selfishly and had nothing to do with His Highness, so there is no need to blame himself."
The King of England shook his head categorically: "That's wrong. In the land of the Imperial Court, at the foot of the Holy Mountain, the majestic King of Zhenxi was actually blocked and intercepted. This kind of thing is simply unbelievable. I have no shame to face the world, saying that the capital is the chief culprit. It’s not too much, the king is here today to apologize to Young Master Jiang.”
Jiang Fan tried his best and lowered his lower body: "I can't do it, I can't do it. Your Highness is the king, and Jiang Fan is his minister. If the king wants his minister to die, he has to die. What's more, His Highness is already in a daze. Don't mention the words of apology again. Lest the world accuse Jiang of losing his duty as a king and a minister...ahem..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, his face was extremely pale, and his handkerchief was even stained with blood.
The King of England was shocked and quickly stood up and patted his back gently: "Is Mr. Jiang okay?"
Jiang Fan coughed so violently that it almost seemed like his lung tubes would burst. The King of England hurriedly said: "Wait for me to breathe for you."
As he said this, he walked up to Jiang Fan's back, and golden energy emerged from his body, circling like a dragon. With a soft drink, he placed his palms on Jiang Fan's back and began to transport the energy.
But behind Jiang Fan, the King of England narrowed his eyes slightly, but seemed to be sensing something.
It didn't have much effect. Jiang Fan's cough became more violent. After a long time, he slowly calmed down, and a puzzling light flashed across the King of England's eyes.
"Is Young Master Jiang feeling better?" the King of England asked with concern.
Jiang Fan took a deep breath: "It's much better. Thank you, His Royal Highness. But there is no need to worry about it. My body is very useless, and the transfer of true energy is of little use."
The King of England returned to face him, with a solemn expression on his face: "Young master, all the seas and snow mountains are empty, the meridians are messy and collapsed, and there is no trace of true energy left in the body. Is this... could it be an overdraft?"
"Alas -" Jiang Fan sighed: "Yes, in order to save his life, he used some inappropriate means... Forget it, let's not talk about it."
The King of England's expression moved imperceptibly, and he immediately comforted him with a smile: "But it's okay. His body is fine. It's just excessive fatigue, and his muscles and bones are a little broken. He just needs to rest for a while, and he will be able to return to normal."
Jiang Fan nodded, but felt a little depressed: "At least it will take a year and a half, alas..."
