"We don't bring anything like this!"

Mr. Jiang is going crazy.

"As promised, if you don't want to be an official and don't care about politics, you can't push your limits and change orders every day."

The empress said helplessly: "No way, you are the only King of the Qin Dynasty, and the others cannot."

Mr. Jiang immediately said: "Stop it, can't you do it with Marshal Meng? Can't you do it with Marshal Gao? At the very least, Xu Fu can do it. Why do you want me to go?"

The empress rolled her eyes at him and said: "Commander Meng has abdicated, and you asked him to suddenly supervise the country. What does the military think? As for Gao Qi, apart from knowing how to fight, he can't kick anything. You leave the affairs of the court to a boring gourd.

?And Xu Fu, you yourself don’t trust him."

Jiang Fan's face turned into a bitter melon: "Then there's no need for me to go..."

"Others can't convince the crowd. In today's Great Qin, there is no one else but you. Besides..."

She sneered a little: "You just said that we are husband and wife. You don't care about your daughter-in-law's affairs and leave it to Feng Chen to take care of?"

Mr. Jiang collapsed as soon as he said this: "That's nonsense! Is it his turn, that bastard?"

The empress nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. Besides, if you don't have some experience in the temple, you won't be able to fight with Feng Chen..."

Jiang Fan looked stunned, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

But his face was still awkward. He looked at the empress for a long time and said, "...Okay, I will take over temporarily. But you have to come back as soon as possible. After all, I am a layman."

The empress waved her hand grandly: "Let go and do whatever you want. I will clean up the mess for you."

Jiang Fan helplessly hummed. Thinking about his living conditions in the future, he felt that his future was bleak and his life was dull.

The empress looked at his funny look and said, "Okay, don't act like you're desperate for life. The court is not as boring as you think. Just do it in your own way and be happy, my little husband...

"

Jiang Fan responded feebly, and when he thought about himself sitting on the throne in confusion, with a group of large and small crows squawking below, and various memorials piled up like a mountain, he became more and more worried.

The empress was about to say something when she suddenly raised her head and looked at Kunlun: "...it's going to disappear."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses. He raised his head and looked up. Kunlun was emitting a dazzling light, but it was very dazzling. In this light, Kunlun gradually disappeared. Among the mountains in front, the magnificent

The huge mountain just disappeared out of thin air.

"magic……"

The empress sighed slightly.

Jiang Fan sighed softly: "This is Kunlun."

The empress looked at the disappearing mountain peaks: "Try not to expose your Kunlun identity as a human being."

Jiang Fan nodded: "It's not necessary, and there are risks..."

The empress turned to look at him, as if she didn't quite understand the risks he was talking about, but Jiang Fan obviously had no intention of continuing. He said: "Kunlun can't give you any assistance, so be careful."

Jiang Fan said: "It's time for you to go?"

The empress said: "Many people are probably still waiting for my reaction. It's time to leave. Besides, there are still many things to do. Since you are here, I can take the opportunity to deal with them."

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "You are good at throwing the blame."

The empress said: "If you want to be an emperor's husband, there is always a price. If you don't want Fengchen to ascend to the throne, you have to show off yourself."

Jiang Fan curled his lips, it was already a conclusion anyway and he didn't bother to argue with her.

"Be careful yourself, do you want me to..."

The empress smiled lightly: "I have quite a few tricks up my sleeve."

Jiang Fan suddenly came back to his senses. How could the empress reach the top at such an age, not to mention her mental strength and martial arts skills, but her lack of means? He was worrying too much.

The empress threw her mace to him: "Go back and bring it to Meng Yi, you won't need it anymore."

After saying that, he picked up the Broken Yuan Cone on the ground and weighed it in his hands: "Well, it's okay, let's take it."

Jiang Fan looked at Po Yuan Zui, there was something strange in his eyes, his lips moved, but what he wanted to say was not said out.

The empress finally warned: "Be careful Taihua, they seem to be attacking you more and more frequently. I can't take care of the Seven Killing Sword this time, so don't relax."

Jiang Fan nodded: "I can deal with this old boy myself, you take care of yourself."

After that, he walked up to her and gave her a hug.

The empress froze for a moment, then raised her arms to hug him back.

Jiang Fan grabbed her shoulder and said, "Come back as soon as possible."

"Um……"

The empress looked at him and smiled slightly. The next moment, she pushed away his palm, turned around and flew away.

Jiang Fan looked at that direction for a while, then sighed, turned back and walked to Xiaobai, and checked its wings. Fortunately, it was only a penetrating wound, and with the Kunlun magic medicine, it no longer hindered its flight.

"Xiao Bai, thank you for your hard work. Let's go home... When we go back, I have to be Xiao Bai, the court Xiao Bai..."

——

Not long after he left, a figure came from the distance.

Taihua, the Seven Killing Sword.

He looked around intently, looked at the direction where Kunlun was disappearing, and murmured to himself.

"Who are you? What exactly is Xiantian Yiqi? Why...are you here..."

He stood there with gloomy eyes and seemed to have no answer for a long time. He took a deep look at the direction where Kunlun disappeared and jumped away.

The direction is towards Da Qin.

——

Taihua, Demon Sword Peak.

On the top of the collapsed mountain, a figure sat cross-legged. His body was covered with many dead branches and leaves, and his whole body seemed like a lifeless, decayed wood sculpture.

Ling Yun stood aside and stared for a long time.

"Brother, you shouldn't sink like this..."

The man didn't respond at all, as if he were dead.

"It's just a defeat in the first battle. I have done the same thing. Senior brother, you should cheer up. The thousand-year-old Taihua cannot tolerate this insult. You must avenge this deep hatred!"

The man still sat motionless.

"Senior brother, you are known as the Demon Sword Immortal and you have a demonic will. How could you lose your fighting spirit so easily and sink yourself? You also have Xuan Kun Twenty-Three.

"

However, the man still seemed unheard of.

"Brother, the seventh elder has gone down the mountain. He will surely pick off the head of the thief and cut off the arms of the thief. Just wait."

The man looked like a real dead tree, but he still didn't respond at all.

Ling Yun was silent for a long time, then raised his head and looked into the distance, a hint of solemnity appearing on his ice-like face.

"Shuzi...!"

With an angry groan, Ling Yun flew away.

Not long after she left, an old man with long eyebrows and long flowing sleeves slowly climbed to the top of the mountain.

He looked at the man sitting there for a long time with a complicated expression.

"...Why must it be like this? Junior brother, this paranoid state of mind may be difficult to control..."

The moon rose to the middle of the sky, and a wisp of dark clouds passed over the bright moon.

Changmei sighed slowly: "The demon's heart enters the Tao, the Tao's heart enters the demon, what is the so-called..."

Not long after Changmei left, a young man approached him slyly, held his cheek and circled around the man several times, his eyes chattering.

"There is really no sign of life. Are you really in despair?"

As if he was confused, he squatted opposite the man with his chin in his hands, looking left and right, as if he couldn't figure it out.
Chapter completed!