"You are too modest. Your pipagiant is already shocking, but it is too sad. Could it be that you are mourning your dead tribe members?" Zhou Jian tempted.

When Fan Shu heard this, his beautiful and compassionate eyes flashed with a hint of depression and remained silent.

Seeing this, Zhou Jian changed the topic and said, "You have a Bodhisattva heart. Now, countless Hu people in the Western Regions are in the deep and storm. I am still waiting for you to rescue them. Look forward."

Fan Shu looked at him gratefully after hearing this: "Thank you for your advice, I will work hard for this."

Zhou Jian nodded: "It's getting late, go back and rest early."

After saying that, he turned around and planned to leave.

"Wait!" Fan Shu suddenly spoke.

Zhou Jian turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Fan Shu hesitated for a moment and raised his pretty face: "Your Majesty, can you talk?"

Zhou Jian was stunned for a moment, so serious?

"Tell me as you walk." He pointed to the high slope formed by the yellow sand in front of him. It was extremely beautiful under the moonlight, and it seemed that he could touch the stars with just raising his hand.

Fanshu followed and said, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do in the Western Regions in the future?"

Zhou Jian felt her extremely serious look in her eyes. He was silent for a while, and then said, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Fan Shu was calm: "Over these days, more and more tribes and Hu people have come to join the coalition forces and the sand dunes, but in fact, in other words, they are all seeking to the Great Zhou."

"Your decisions have determined the fate of countless Hu people. Among them are women, elderly, and children. I was born and raised in the Western Regions. I don't want to be a purgatory on earth here."

Zhou Jian grinned: "Impossible!"

"You're thinking too much about this. If Dunhuang is overthrown, there will be no second Dunhuang. I will restore your vitality and style here."

"What is the sand dunes now, and what will the entire Western Regions look like in the future."

Upon hearing this, Fan Shu seemed to have received a promise and couldn't help but feel relieved, and then he said curiously: "Your Majesty, are you going to rule the Western Regions?"

As soon as this said, the whole night seemed to be quiet, and needles fell from the desert could be heard.

Zhou Jian did not hesitate at all: "Yes!"

He once vowed that if he could do something for this nation, then he would be willing! Since ancient times, the Western Regions invaded the Central Plains, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil, and never stopped.

Since your generation can eliminate this disaster forever, why not?

Suddenly, Fan Shu was shocked, shocked by his confession.

Then a look of appreciation appeared, and he dared to speak and do, without hiding it at all, unlike those hypocrites.

"The Western Regions have been in chaos for hundreds of years. It is time for a wise ruler, but Han and Hu have not been able to integrate with each other since ancient times. Your Majesty, do you really think it is OK?" Fan Shu sighed indifferently.

"Yes!" Zhou Jian blurted out.

"In the past, those people only knew about force and war, which would only increase the hatred of the two tribes, and the effect could be only a hundred years."

"But I have fought forever, forever!"

Fan Shu's beautiful eyes were gradually attracted, and was attracted by the majestic blueprint and the aura of the mountains and rivers: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"Cultural communication." Zhou Jian said with his hands and stopped on the yellow slope at the highest point.

Fan Shu's eyes flashed: "Your Majesty is teaching the Hu people to read and write?"
Chapter completed!