"Fan Li, what's wrong with you?" Xiang Ning saw something wrong with his expression and asked with concern.
Fan Li has interrupted the conversation with the system.
He returned to reality and looked at Xiang Ning with a complicated expression.
"Your Majesty, you will never know what I just went through."
ten years?
Destroy the Daci Dynasty?
Although Fan Li had already realized that he and Empress Yaoguang were destined to fight to the death.
But the system's announcement of such a task still shocked him!
Xiang Ning really doesn't understand.
But at least she knew that the man in front of her was carrying a heavy burden, for her.
Xiang Ning wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
thank him?
Many women are good at using cheap thanks to repay the happiness that men have worked hard for her with their blood and sweat.
Xiang Ning didn't want to say thank you. She felt that her simple 'thank you' was not worthy of Fan Li's efforts.
apologize to him?
Do you blame yourself for dragging him down?
No.
There has long been no such hypocritical politeness between himself and Fan Li.
"It... must be difficult for you." Xiang Ning asked with her gentlest voice, full of concern.
She raised her head boldly and stared at the handsome, slightly pale face.
She found it.
This man was good at hiding his tiredness, but he still discovered it.
Fan Li had a white hair on his temple that was not suitable for his age.
"nothing."
Fan Li smiled freely and unconsciously reached out and touched Xiang Ning's head.
Between the monarch and his ministers, this kind of behavior is treasonous and unethical no matter how justified it is.
What's more, in addition to being a monarch and a minister, the two of them are also different from men and women.
Fan Li didn't realize this, so he opened his mouth to comfort Xiang Ning.
"This is your duty, Your Majesty, you don't have to worry."
"Everything is under my control."
Xiang Ning was stunned.
She captured another detail!
Fan Li's eyes were obviously more bloodshot than those of ordinary people.
Has he not had a good rest recently?
Or maybe there is no time to rest at all?
"Fan Li!"
Xiang Ning finally couldn't help it, and her warm and fragrant jade body fell directly into the man's arms.
Fan Li was stunned.
According to his past habits, he even had reason to suspect that Xiang Ning was going to attack him suddenly.
However, apart from the softness in his arms, there was only the slight whimpering of a woman.
"Woooooooo..."
"Fan Li, I'm sorry for you..."
"I'm useless. If I were as powerful as Taizu Overlord, they wouldn't be able to make things difficult for you like this..."
"Fan Li, I want to fight alongside you..."
Xiang Ning cried and expressed his feelings in a messy manner.
Although her words are often inconsistent, they are all from her heart.
Xiang Ning is grateful to Fan Li.
"cough!"
"Your Majesty, don't worry, I can handle it."
Fan Li's mind was still clear.
He soon realized that he and Xiang Ning maintained a posture that transcended monarchs and ministers, and transcended ordinary men and women...?
What should I do if I exceed the limit?
Fan Li tried to push Xiang Ning away gently, but as soon as he made some movement, Xiang Ning wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
The woman continued to cry and pour out her heart.
Fan Li was helpless and could only comfort himself: "I am a traitor, so what if I have some physical relationship with the empress? I have also done the mission of [Disrupting the Harem]!"
This time of self-comfort, I originally wanted to find a way to get off the stairs.
However, Fan Li's excellent brain immediately imagined various scenes between himself and Xiang Ning.
When he even thought about the name of the child, he finally realized something was wrong.
Snapped!
Fan Li slapped himself in the face.
Xiang Ning, who was crying until the pear blossoms were wet with rain, heard the slap, subconsciously raised his head and looked at Fan Li in confusion.
"There are...there are mosquitoes." Fan Li said with the right side of his face turning red.
This interruption made Xiang Ning unable to cry anymore.
But she still didn't realize the posture problem between the two of them. She leaned comfortably in the man's arms and whispered softly.
"Fan Li, I am truly grateful to you."
"Don't blame me, I can't give you anything now."
"If we can get through this, what do you want in the future?"
"Is it okay to be crowned king?"
"I will allocate land for you in Da Chu and let you build a vassal state. We are here just like the ancient Zhou Dynasty. I am the emperor of Chu and you are the king of Jin. Your status is only below me."
Without waiting for Fan Li to answer, Xiang Ning remembered something and quickly added.
"But you are not allowed to go to Fengguo!"
"You have to stay with me!"
"I...I am still young, and I still have many government and state affairs that I need your help to take care of."
Fan Li couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.
He pictured himself being promoted from Duke of Jin to King of Jin, and still having a feudal kingdom in Da Chu.
That's true, Sima Fanli's heart is known to everyone on the road.
"His Majesty."
"Um?"
"Are you done crying?"
"ah!!!"
Xiang Ning finally came to his senses.
He, the majestic Emperor of Chu and the direct descendant of the Overlord, actually cried in the arms of his subordinates for a long time.
Her cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it right away.
However, the feeling just now was truly wonderful as never before.
"Fan Li!"
Xiang Ning bit her lower lip, feeling annoyed.
But she was very confused. Should she blame herself or Fan Li?
"I'm here," Fan Li said with a bitter smile.
"Don't tell anyone what happened just now!" Xiang Ning said, stamping her feet.
"Yes." Fan Li agreed readily. "I must have forgotten everything."
He thought that Xiang Ning regretted his promise to make him king.
Whatever.
Fan Lidu has already founded the country, so naturally he doesn't care about the so-called king of Chu.
Xiang Ning became even more anxious when he heard that he wanted to forget.
"If you forget...you don't have to forget it, just keep it in your heart!"
"Uh, yes."
Fan Li was a little surprised, but thought that Xiang Ning kept his word and was indeed much stronger than Xiang Chong.
It seems that the treatment of King Jin of Chu is stable.
"Your Majesty, Bai Jiu has been waiting for a long time. It's time for me to set off."
"Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body and continue to be patient. I swear that one day I will welcome your Majesty back to the court."
Fan Li was embarrassed to say that he asked Xiang Ning to wait for him for ten years.
Although for a practitioner, ten years is not a long time.
When Xiang Ning heard what he said, the tears that had just stopped suddenly filled her eyes again.
"Well...I'm waiting for you..."
…
…………
Fan Li and Bai Jiu each took a car.
The car is pulled by six spiritual horses and travels at extremely fast speeds, thousands of miles a day.
The car is made of special materials, invulnerable to fire and water, and extremely tough.
Pulled by the spirit horse, it not only walks over mountains and ridges as if on flat ground, but also can travel on water.
Although the cost was extremely high, it was not a problem for Fan Li, who was extremely wealthy.
"Nanchao started in Xia and was built by the descendants of the Chao family."
"Nanchao is the country of Chao Bo, a country far to the south."
Fan Li talked eloquently.
Thanks to the original owner, he has a lot of knowledge at such a young age.
Like a casual chat over tea, Fan Li slowly told the information about Nanchao recorded in ancient books.
Bai Jiu listened carefully at first, but gradually showed impatience.
"It's all empty talk and no useful information at all."
"I have found out the general direction."
"The South Nest is not only the ruins of an ancient kingdom, but also the burial site of an ancient emperor."
"The ancient chess game I seek is the one left by that great emperor."
After Bai Jiu finished speaking, he glanced at Fan Li proudly and contemptuously.
Show off your knowledge?
It’s just empty talk!
Really useful information should be like what you said.
"Oh? So this trip is to visit a tomb?" Fan Li was curious and asked as he drove: "Which ancient emperor is it? Please tell the Holy Master so that we can make preparations in advance."
"this……"
Bai Jiu was suddenly speechless.
All she knew was the little information just now.
She really didn't know which country's ruins Nanchao was and which emperor was buried there.
After all, the First Emperor burned books, many ancient books were lost, and ancient records were incomplete.
What's more, before Qin, the emperor divided the country into feudal states and there were many princes in the world.
No one knows how many vassal states there used to be on the original site of Nanchao, and it is impossible to know which emperor Bai Jiu is looking for.
Fan Li almost stopped Bai Jiu from asking, and was a little disappointed.
He added: "Why did the Holy Master appoint me to accompany him on this trip? My presence seems to only affect the Holy Master's ability to display his strength, right?"
Bai Jiu's face darkened when he heard this!
really!
Fan Li, the inner demon, caused her to only have the fifth level cultivation of Hedao Realm at this moment, which was a huge fall from her level!
This is definitely the biggest shame in her life!
"If I don't kill Fan Li, it will be difficult for me to achieve chess skills in this life!"
Bai Jiu thought so, the hatred in his heart was overwhelming, but he could only try to restrain it.
She said faintly: "According to my information, there is an unfinished chess game in the tomb of the ancient emperor. Only by completing the chess game can the winner inherit the emperor's chess record."
Fan Li nodded, turned to a man next to him and said, "You come and drive for me, and I'll chat with the Holy Master."
"Yes, Duke Jin."
Bai Jiujiu was driving alone, but there was a Confucian scholar in blue shirt in Fan Li's car.
The Confucian scholar looks thin and has a rather reserved expression.
Especially after hearing about Bai Jiu's identity as the Holy Master, he immediately showed a look of surprise and fear.
His expression didn't look like a disguise, Bai Jiu could see through it at a glance.
Coupled with the cultivation of the thin Confucian scholar, he is only at the ninth level of Nascent Soul Realm.
Facing the Great Merciful Holy Lord whose strength and status far exceeds his own, it is normal for Confucian scholars to react with fear.
Bai Jiujiu was originally a little worried.
Therefore, when Fan Li proposed to pick up a companion along the way, she only thought that Fan Li had some conspiracy.
But after seeing the thin Confucian scholar, Bai Jiu immediately felt relieved.
This is a man who is as weak as an ant and can never threaten him.
"introduce."
"Huang Longshi is a disciple of Marquis Wenxin of Lucheng. He is quite knowledgeable and will definitely be an assistant to me and the Holy Master on this trip."
Fan Li deliberately emphasized Huanglongshi's identity as a student of Lucheng.
As everyone knows, Marquis Wenxin, Lu Chunqiu, was a great scholar.
He has three thousand disciples, including seventy-two sages. They may not be at a high level, but their Confucian attainments are extremely profound, and he is recognized by the world as a great Confucian.
Among them, a few people, such as the late Yan Yuan, were recognized as great Confucians.
"oh?"
Bai Jiu pretended to be interested, with a rare fake smile on his face.
"He is one of the seventy-two sages? May I ask his name?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Longshi was so frightened that his hands shook and he almost lost his grip on the horse's reins.
He stuttered and replied: "Xiaosheng...Huang...Junior...Junior..."
Seeing that Huang Longshi was so nervous, Fan Li kindly patted him on the shoulder.
"Take a deep breath, be nervous, and speak slowly."
Huang Longshi nodded repeatedly and glanced at Fan Li gratefully.
"Junior Huang Longshi does not dare to stand side by side with the seventy-two senior brothers."
"This junior has the honor to listen to the teacher's teachings in Lucheng, but he is just the most mediocre one among his three thousand disciples."
Hearing this, Bai Jiujiu's eyes immediately flashed with contempt.
It turns out that he is not even the Seventy-Two Sages?
There are indeed many mediocre people among the three thousand disciples in Lu Cheng.
It's just that Marquis Wenxin valued talent as well as virtue. He would open his doors to accept some young people with poor talent but good conduct as long as they devoted themselves to learning.
Bai Jiu looked at Huang Longshi carefully and couldn't see anything amazing about him, so he immediately classified him as mediocre.
"Could this person read ancient books thoroughly?"
"Fan Li needs him to accompany him to investigate Nanchao, hoping to get useful information from ancient books?"
Bai Jiu thought this, and it made more and more sense.
She could never have guessed that the thin, inconspicuous and mediocre scholar in front of her was the one who had defeated her in the Lanke game for several months!
Nanchao, the far south country, lives up to its name.
A group of people walked all the way southeast from the Daci Dynasty in the far southwest.
They crossed the Chu border and plunged into Nanling Wanzhong Mountain.
"The Nanling Mountains are blocked and deserted."
"But when it comes to the vastness of the territory, Nanling is not inferior to the Central Plains."
"During the reign of Emperor Zhou, the princes of the world were divided into feudal states. There was once more than one kingdom in Nanling."
"However, the princes have been fighting for many years, and the ups and downs are extraordinary. In the end, the Qin Dynasty swept across the world. After all, the remote areas of Nanling are not as prosperous and nurturing as the Central Plains."
"During the Qin Dynasty, people from the south moved north into the Central Plains, and Nanling gradually became deserted."
On the second day of the trip, Bai Jiu showed off his knowledge to the two of them from time to time.
She is the Holy Master of Chess, but she is also familiar with the classics and history, but she does not practice Confucianism.
Otherwise, she would be more suitable than Jin De as the Holy Lord of Books.
There were two men in front of him, one was the head of the hundred officials of Duke Jin of Chu, and the other was from a famous Confucian and Taoist school.
Bai Jiu felt that he could surpass Fan Li and Huang Longshi in terms of knowledge and knowledge, which was a greater sense of accomplishment than surpassing them in cultivation.
"Isn't Nanchao here yet?"
Fan Li lowered his head, holding a pen and paper and calculating something from time to time.
He asked casually, not listening to Bai Jiu's showoff at all.
"snort!"
Bai Jiu's face was cold.
Facing her inner demon of chess, she was not only helpless, but also had a faint sense of fear in her heart.
She couldn't kill Fan Li, otherwise she would never be able to get rid of her inner demons, and her chess skills would be directly abolished. From now on, she would not be able to make further progress, and her path to immortality would be indefinite.
Unless the two play another round of chess, Bai Jiu wins, and the inner demon is automatically eliminated.
But before getting the ancient chess game, Bai Jiujiu had no confidence that he could defeat Fan Li.
Tolerance, can only endure!
"We will be there in half a day at most." Bai Jiu said coldly.
"Half a day?"
Fan Li nodded.
The speed of the car is almost fixed, and now the approximate time and distance can be calculated.
The distance between Jincheng and Nanchao.
…
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At the same time, Jincheng.
The Dajin Palace has been completed!
In the palace, in addition to Prime Minister Wang Ban and Founding Princess Fan Yuehua, there was also Fan Li sitting on the dragon chair.
Wearing a dragon robe, he exuded the supreme aura of an emperor from the inside out.
Wang Ban knelt down and bowed sincerely, and even Fan Yuehua restrained his usual playful nature and presented himself to the emperor as a royal princess.
At this moment, Fan Li seemed to be born to wear dragon robes.
"Inform him to come in." Fan Li said.
Fan Li's clone, who usually plays the role of Emperor Jin, is still in the Ming Dynasty.
Fan Li, the dragon robe, had just arrived from the Chu Kingdom.
Just because there is one thing, he must complete it as the Emperor of Jin.
A tall and tall man wearing commoner clothes and with extraordinary bearing slowly walked into the Jin Dynasty Palace.
The man looked determined, but he still couldn't hide the look of surprise in his eyes.
He ignored the beautiful Fan Yuehua, and did not look at Wang Ban, who was in the Mahayana realm.
His eyes were firmly fixed on Fan Li who was sitting on the dragon chair.
Plop!
The man pushed the golden mountain over the jade pillar and bowed down to Fan Li.
"Your Majesty, Hu Zongxian, pays homage to your Majesty."
"very good."
Fan Li nodded.
"Confess Hu Zongxian the rank of Taiwei of the Jin Dynasty, the first rank, grant him a gold seal and purple ribbon, and have the power to control the military affairs of the Jin Dynasty."
Hu Zongxian pays his respects again.
"I accept the order and thank you for your kindness."
Fan Li smiled and asked Hu Zongxian to stand up, and then said: "Hu Aiqing, there is something I need to do right now, and I would like to ask you to take action..."
Kavin is serious, please forgive me.
There are only 4,000 words. It was made by deleting, deleting, and editing out of more than 10,000 words. It really can’t be revised anymore.
