Chapter 57: Ya is a village girl!

Comparison between Northern Qi and Nanqing?

This topic is a bit sensitive. It cannot weaken the momentum of its own country. As an envoy, it cannot be too constrained to the Northern Qi Dynasty. But Fan Xian answered smoothly, as if he had started thinking about this answer from his mother's womb. He said it was justified, powerful, and extremely fast, making Miss Haitang irritated the face that seemed to be ever-serene, making His Majesty open his mouth wide and reveal those well-maintained white teeth.

Fan Xian smiled gently on his face, clasped his fists and said a few words:

"The foreign ministers don't know."

What a foreign minister who didn't know. The emperor was stunned at first, and then began to laugh. The rogue who said this was not easy to deal with him. After all, he was the so-called "foreign minister". Even if he knew what Qing State was like, it would be!

No wonder the little girl is young and is at the ninth level. She has just stepped into the threshold of the ninth level! No wonder the little girl is entitled as a heavenly vein by the people of Northern Qi, but she can only shamelessly win the "stories in the world" with some poems! No wonder the little girl waved her hand and wanted to crawl on the ground! No wonder the little girl was flying crossbows and aphrodisiacs all out, and others only had to be more intoxicated by the coughing of the lake."

The emperor smiled and said, "The name of the immortal poet is here, so I will naturally ask those students from the Imperial Academy to come to Fan Qing's house to give lectures."

Fan Xian felt a lot of pain and thought that he was a fake professor who didn't need to attend classes in Kyoto Imperial College in Qingguo. Why did he come to the north but he wanted to become a visiting professor?

"If I go south, Fan Qing will see how successful it is?"

The young emperor's face was quiet, but the sense of majesty that he had raised in the deep palace suddenly came to his face. Today, only two people could ask this sensitive and arrogant question. But the envoys of the enemy country were asked. The meaning was a bit interesting, just like a spring thunder exploded. Fan Xian's face did not change, and he replied lightly: "Nothing can be done."

"Why?" The emperor on the railing looked at Fan Xian coldly.

"If the people of Qi don't want to fight, they will be in danger." Fan Xian said with a smile: "The people of Qing are more wary and will be in danger. Fortunately, the two Majesties, one is working hard to strengthen, and the other is working hard to maintain the country in full swing. It just balances these two ends."

The emperor suddenly asked, "What kind of person is the emperor of your Qing Kingdom? I have passed two private letters with him, but I still can't understand him."

Fan Xian began to curse in his heart, thinking that he was a minister of Qing Kingdom after all. What does it mean to play such a trick? So he kept silent. Seeing him, the Emperor of Northern Qi laughed and said softly: "Your emperor will eventually grow old, I will eventually grow up. In the future, I will go south. I hope Fan Qing can be the minister in my palace."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and responded neither humble nor arrogantly: "If Your Majesty goes south as a guest, the foreign minister will definitely use it as a poem to congratulate him."

Both went south, but meant two ends, the Emperor of Qi. Naturally, he led the army south and swallowed the Qing Kingdom into the territory. Fan Xian meant that the Emperor of Qi went south as a guest, so he was naturally a prisoner under the ranks.

Fan Xian's face was calm without any speculation. He was not worried. He just thought that the young emperor in front of him was indeed a man with great ambitions. He said too much in front of him. I don't know if he was speechless because of his youthful spirit, or if he didn't take him seriously, but just wanted to use his own mouth to spread his will to the court in the south.

The emperor suddenly felt a faint sadness in his brows. He didn't know what he thought of, and waved his hand and said, "Shangjing has always been peaceful, but there have always been many misunderstandings between the two countries. I am worried that someone would intend to be unfavorable to Fan Qing. Although those people dare not treat you, provocative actions are inevitable. Fan Qing's family is more responsible for my sake."

Fan Xian was shocked. It was not the content of this sentence, but the tone of the young emperor speaking. What do you think about the emperor's face and be more responsible? Fan Xian thought to himself that he was not qualified to make the king of a country pay so much attention to him, and he even didn't understand why this young emperor looked at him so generously.

"I'm a little tired, Fan Qing will go back first." The emperor patted the railing gently and looked back at Haitang who had been silent. "Mr. Master, please send Master Fan out of the palace to avoid him getting lost. During these days, if someone is rude to the Nanqing mission, he will bother me to say a few words."

In a word from Beiqi Haitang, I believe that those fanatical patriots will restrain themselves a lot.

Haitang gave a little blessing and said, "His Majesty's order."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, wouldn't he have to meet this ninth-grade woman often? I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

The emperor suddenly smiled and said, "I am really disappointed when I heard that Mr. Fan no longer writes poems."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and replied: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. The poem is the heart of my heart. Recently, the foreign ministers are uneasy. It really won't work."

The emperor raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a smile, and said, "I'm afraid it's because of love. Fan Xian, you can't be able to have any poetry when you look at me," he said.

Fan Xian was sweating profusely.

The emperor suddenly laughed and said, "Yesterday, the Empress Dowager showed me the little order... I know whether I know or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin, Fan Xian is indeed very talented."

Fan Xian was embarrassed, and Haitang was even more embarrassed.

Under the leadership of Haitang, Fan Xian left the mountain pavilion and walked along the quiet path to the black building complex of the palace in front of the mountain. In the mountain pavilion, the young king of Northern Qi stood silently, his face faded from his previous conversation, and a faint smile on his lips. The emperor suddenly closed his eyes and sniffed them deeply, and found that he seemed to have really recovered the feeling of looking at the moon alone that night.

There were footsteps behind him. The emperor knew that it was the eunuchs who rushed over to serve him. He waved his hand a little bored to stop everyone from entering the pavilion. He still stood alone by the pavilion, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he suddenly sighed and said to himself softly: "So Fan Xian looks like this, it's time for the logic, right?"

On the other side, Fan Xian was silent and nervous, following Haitang and walked out of the palace. He looked at the mountain scenery without realizing it. Qingfeng was just a smile full of hypocritical faces, and he kept his distance from this strange woman with a proud look.

The eyes can clearly see the walking posture of the Begonia girl.

The girl Haitang shook her steps one by one, but it was not the seductive way of a woman who was so cool, but a very rural swaying method. Her hands were inserted into the pocket of her large thick cloth clothes outside her body. Her upper body did not shake much, but her feet were dragging her legs down, dragging forward on the stone road. She looked extremely lazy, but she was not the sexy lazy way out of the beauty.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but he never understood what kind of walking method this is. Could it be that the other party was constantly practicing some kind of natural practice by walking? Fan Xian was very impressed. He always thought that he was the most diligent person in the world who practiced martial arts at the world. He practiced at two hours a day, and he never stopped since Danzhou, but he never thought that he could practice martial arts when walking!

No wonder the little girl is young and is at the ninth rank. She has just stepped into the threshold of the ninth rank. No wonder the little girl is cited by the people of Northern Qi as a heavenly vein, but she can only shamelessly win the "stories in the world" with some poems! No wonder the little girl waved her hand and wanted to crawl on the ground! No wonder the little girl was flying aphrodisiacs all out of her secret crossbow, and others were just bubbled in the lake. Finally, she waved her sleeves and left with great care, and did not take herself seriously at all - because of disdain, she did not hate her.

Fan Xian felt sad, thinking that such a genius was so diligent, and probably only a genius like Uncle Wu Zhu could compare with him, and he might be missing.

After looking at it for a long time, Haitang seemed to feel the two hot gazes behind him, always staring at his buttocks and waist, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He looked back quietly and stared at Fan Xian's eyes, as if he was about to peel off Fan Xian's beautiful skin and reveal his vulgar true body inside.

Fan Xian's eyes were clear and there was no trace of miscellaneous intention at all. He looked at the other party and was slightly surprised. He knew that the other party was thinking something wrong. He smiled bitterly and said, "I just saw the girl walking in a strange way. I think she was practicing martial arts, so I admire her very much."

He was stunned, and Haitang was even more shocked. He opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the young man from Qing Kingdom, and his heart was in chaos. She spent most of her life in the mountains and palaces. She had always been as stable as a stone. But for some reason, when she saw Fan Xian's hateful and beautiful face, she could not hear Fan Xian's words, and she had no way to get angry. At this time, she was even more inexplicable when listening to Fan Xian's words. After a while, she said: "It's not practicing martial arts."

After saying that, Miss Haitang felt a little strange. Why did she explain this to him?

So she said in a slight indignation: "I have been walking like this since I was a child. The Queen Mother said that I have been talking about for many years, but I can't change it. If Lord Fan feels it's annoying to see it, you might as well walk ahead."

Fan Xian was stunned and thought to himself what was going on. He had to follow Haitang who turned around and continue moving forward.

But Haitang still dragged her feet and held her hands, and walked forward lazily.

Fan Xian turned his head slightly, frowned and looked at Lao Jiu, and suddenly realized this - what kind of martial arts is this? Isn’t this the most common walking posture for lazy women in the countryside!
Chapter completed!