Fish swimming around the world

Seeing this, Zhang Yi actually showed just the right amount of enthusiasm, and even took the initiative to make fun of him. As the god of wine and food, it was a bit stingy to bring such a small amount.

Then the two walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion holding hands, talking and laughing.

To be honest, this was the first time Jiang Fan came to the Qilin Prime Minister's mansion. He was a little bit disgusted when he saw the two big Qilins at the door, and decided to go back and tear down the two of his own, as if they were similar to his brothers.

But this Prime Minister's Mansion is truly luxurious. It covers an area that exceeds that of a mortal residence plus Qinglian Garden, and is twice as big as the Royal Palace. It is resplendent with gold and jade, with a cloud of attendants, and the style is so high that it is jaw-dropping.

At the same time, Zhang Yi looked at Jiang Fan and his two followers without revealing anything.

The maid holding a little white dog was surprised. She knew Moling Qiangefang Hundred Turns Oriole and Nie Xiaoli, but Zhang Yi knew that she was bought by Wang Boyong and given to Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan had just returned from Xia Kingdom, so she was not counted as such. Accident. The only thing I feel is that this guy is really romantic, and he always brings beauties with him wherever he goes.

The attendant looked very unfamiliar, wearing a bamboo hat, lowered eyebrows, dressed in black, and holding a thin sword in his arms. But after Zhang Yi thought for a moment, he showed a clear look.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is really luxurious..." Jiang Fan praised as he looked around as he walked.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly: "It's all because of the king's love. Zhang Yi doesn't take it seriously. It's enough to live in a humble house."

Jiang Fan said sternly: "This is not possible. You are the majestic Qilin Prime Minister, walking in Taiyue. If I were the King of Xia, I would be more careless in my own palace. I cannot treat Prime Minister Zhang in a low profile."

This was a bit awkward to say. Everyone knew that Zhang Yi's mansion had more regulations than the royal palace, and it had already attracted a lot of criticism. He still insisted on mentioning it, and even said it shamelessly, saying that if I were the king of Xia, it would be a bit disrespectful. .

But Zhang Yi was so old-fashioned that she didn't argue with him at all, but smiled and said: "This is my Corporal Wang Lixian, my benevolent demeanor, Zhang Yi also admires it very much. However, the prince is a little bit shabby when he travels."

Jiang Fan laughed: "With the number one singer in the Jin Kingdom and the thirty-seventh assassin in the world accompanying me, I can support my appearance."

Zhang Yi also stroked his beard and said with a smile: "That's right. The prince's casual and carefree style makes Zhang Yi envious."

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "What are you talking about? The prime minister is so majestic, he is surrounded by people, and he is very glorious. Why wouldn't Jiang be envious of him?"

"Your Majesty, you are not sincere in your words. In terms of majesty, who can compare to Your Majesty? He can march an army of 100,000 in one trip and intimidate the world. Who in the world can compare with this kind of splendor?"

Jiang Fan stopped and looked at Zhang Yi: "There is something in what Mr. Xiang said."

Zhang Yi smiled suddenly and stopped: "Your Majesty... Zhang Yi's words are true. There are still 50,000 troops stationed on our side of Daxia. This approach is somewhat inappropriate..."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Can this also cause misunderstanding? I am stationing troops in my own home. If the Prime Minister says this, does he have any thoughts about my fief?"

Zhang Yi said calmly: "That fiefdom has a good name, but it may not be true... It may have a good name, but it may not be real."

Jiang Fan said seriously: "You can't say that. The imperial court canonizes the title, and the name is correct. Now I have successfully taken over the fiefdom, both in name and in reality. Could it be that the Prime Minister has different opinions on the imperial court's decree? No way, King Xia But they are also conferred by the imperial court and follow the imperial court’s will.”

Zhang Yi looked at him and smiled slowly: "The prince is very clever. Zhang Yi has already learned that he shouldn't tell jokes to the prince."

"Hahaha, that's it. It turned out to be a joke. It scared me so much that I almost took it seriously." Jiang Fan quickly laughed.

Zhang Yi also smiled and said: "It's just that the prince really killed my spear and stick coach of the Xia Kingdom, and even slapped my heir apparent."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "Zhao Jia joined the Demon-Slaying Alliance, and I have a personal grudge. The two rivers and lakes are at odds with each other. I have never entered the country, and Zhao Jia crossed the river to find me. Now he has died in a different place. It is true that he has died in a different place." It’s your own fault. As for Prince Jiang…”

Jiang Fan sighed: "Not to mention, that slap... it's just out of anger. His teacher came across the river to trouble me, but he can't allow me to feel uncomfortable? Do you think so? After all, the prince is Zhao Jia Disciple, it is only natural to avenge the master, and later the prince also challenged himself as a martial artist, obeying the rules and understanding justice, and was honored even if he lost, which Jiang admired very much. "

His words completely determined this matter to be a feud between Jianghu and Jianghu. Even Zhang Yi had nothing to say.

"But..." Jiang Fan blinked and seemed to be joking: "Prince Jiang still owes me a bet..."

Zhang Yi's face suddenly became a little wonderful: "... Your Majesty... you still have to be unreasonable and unforgiving."

Jiang Fan raised a finger and said seriously: "Xiang Guo is right."

Zhang Yi: "Can't we be a little polite?"

Jiang Fan was disdainful: "You have said that you should not forgive others if you are right. I am right. What should I be afraid of? As the crown prince of a country, Jiang Shizi cannot break his words. He has to kowtow and worship his master."

"You...you..." Zhang Yi shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"You said...he won't avoid me in the future, right? Is he so petty?"

Zhang Yi was speechless and said that others are petty. I think you are the real weirdo. But having said that, if Jiang Luo really kowtows like this and calls him master, he will always feel inferior in the future. Facing Jiang Fan, I am afraid it will be difficult to maintain a normal mentality.

By the way, does this thief want this effect?

Zhang Yi expressed great doubts about this.

Because he has this kind of ability, he will take advantage of the details you don't care about.

While the two were talking, they had already arrived in the living room.

Zhang Yi's mansion was large, but the reception room was small, just a tea room of less than 20 square meters. Coincidentally, there were only two people inside.

A maid was making tea.

A tall and thin swordsman in a loose black robe and holding a long sword stood beside him with his eyes closed.

The maid bowed her head slightly when she saw someone coming in, and then continued to arrange the tea sets. The black-clothed swordsman just glanced at Jiang Fan and stopped paying attention. Instead, he saw the black-clothed man next to Jiang Fan's pupils shrink slightly, but then closed his eyes again.

Jiang Fan naturally noticed these two people. There was nothing to say about the maid. She gave him the feeling of Nie Xiaoli, with average cultivation, but a good temperament and image. She was probably a vase in the prime minister's mansion.

Although he noticed the black-clothed swordsman, he didn't even look at him. However, he was a little surprised in his heart. This black-clothed swordsman actually had double pupils. People with such strange appearances are usually extraordinary.

I have roughly understood the identity of this person. According to the description of Yunqiu and the old handsome man, he is probably the protector of Zhang Yi, Zhuang Qu.

The host and the guest sat down, and the tea was just steaming into the cup.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath: "Good tea."

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, "The best tea in the world comes from Xiaoyao. This is the fried tea made by the prince, broken snow and silver hair."

"It is the best," Jiang Fan said with a smile: "It's not cheap."

Zhang Yi nodded, slightly dissatisfied: "A mere one or two taels costs 100,000 yuan, why doesn't the prince go robbing?"

Jiang Fan was stunned and said seriously: "I am robbing, for example, the prime minister."