The most powerful minister in the world

The Wufu in Southern Xinjiang is in charge of the two states. It is built near Baoliang Mountain. It is like spring all year round, with thousands of households and prosperous civil engineering.

In a pavilion in the Wu Mansion, Jing Lixiao, the head coach of the Jing family army, was looking intently at the anxious layout of the black and white pieces on the chessboard.

"Hey, I've been looking at you for a long time. What do you think? I am the magician who can show you the way to a dead end, right?"

Jing Lixiao's eyelids fluttered and he looked up at the sloppy old man who had been eating and drinking in this martial arts mansion as early as twenty years ago, with his nose tucked and an air of expression on his face.

"This round doesn't count, let's try again!"

"Hey~ A dignified first-grade military prince also wants to be a swindler?"

A dozen black knights stood still in the pavilion, all with their heads slightly lowered, their eyes and noses looking at their hearts, not daring to make any sound. Jing Lixiao slapped the table and said, "You still mean to say, the dignified Nanyue Kingdom?" The national players don’t know how to let me take the shot.”

The national chess player of the Nanyue Kingdom, who was also the prime minister, was sitting opposite Jing Lixiao, picking up his nose, and did not forget to wipe his clothes clean after finishing.

"You're such a bastard! The country will be destroyed by you!"

Hearing this, Jing Lixiao threw away the white piece in his hand and said with disgust: "This chess game cannot be played, and you can't bullshit like you. When did I destroy your country?!"

"Old man, I was the prime minister of the South Vietnam Kingdom. I can be considered as one person below ten thousand people, right? Twenty years ago, you led your 50,000 black cavalry in a circle around our border and made our South Vietnam country surrender. , so that the old man and I were also beaten, what else would it be if it wasn’t to destroy the country?”

"Fart! I didn't want to hit you in South Vietnam at that time. It was your foolish emperor in South Vietnam who thought it over. The next day he wrote a letter willing to be my vassal state in the South. He has nothing to do with me!"

"You're just farting. You didn't walk all that way, but you just passed by the South Vietnam border? You're not afraid of a cloudy day and a lightning bolt striking you to death!"

Jing Lixiao was not angry but smiled and said: "What the hell, you can't be more angry. Now that Nanyue is gone, you, the prime minister, are also eating and drinking in my house."

Zhu Xianshu, the former prime minister of South Vietnam, glared and flicked the booger balls he was rubbing in his hand directly towards Jing Lixiao, but he tilted his head and dodged.

"Hey~ Are you playing dirty tricks with me?"

Zhu Xianshu rubbed his feet and said, "I have a lot of reserves. What, a few more rounds?"

Jing Lixiao stood up in disgust, clasped his hands behind his back, and swung his wide sleeves: "Look at how sloppy you are now, how can you still look like you were the leader of the country back then! Come to my Wu Mansion and eat and drink for free. Even a crossbow with a thick skin can’t pierce it!”

"I lost my position as prime minister because of you. You owe me for eating and drinking from you!"

The two of them were at war with each other. Fortunately, Jingchuan came over on horseback. The two of them glared at each other and sat back on their chairs.

Jingchuan came to the pavilion and stood there, clasping his fists towards Zhu Xianshu and saying hello: "Grandpa Zhu."

Zhu Xianshu hummed and continued to pick his nose. Jing Lixiao put his arms on the table with disgust and asked, "Chuan'er, is there any news from the capital?"

Jingchuan gave a rare smile and said, "Yes, he has already left Beijing, and his destination is as expected by his father. He will arrive in Dancheng in two days."

"Where's Qiqi?"

"I also sent him to the Qingzhou Sword Mansion. I heard that he wanted to learn swordsmanship."

Jing Lixiao snorted and said, "Girls are not allowed to learn any kind of sword."

Zhu Xianshu said sarcastically: "When your daughter grows up, your father will no longer be able to take care of her. I don't know if that young boy will take advantage of your family in the future."

There are more than a dozen black knights around who are ready to make a move. As long as their coach gives the order, the sword will be unsheathed and the old man's head will be taken.

Unexpectedly, Jing Lixiao put his arms on the stone table, stretched his head and said with a smile: "Hey~ I remember your granddaughter will be sixteen this year, right? I will cross over from the south in two days and pick her up for you?" He kept talking. , turned to Jingchuan and said: "Chuan'er, do you still lack a maid in your room? This old man's granddaughter has been very charming since she was a child. Hey~ If you like her, we can take her..."

Before Jing Lixiao could finish what he said, Zhu Xianshu stood up angrily and threw away his sleeves. Jing Lixiao looked at his deflated look and couldn't help but tugged on the jade belt around his waist and laughed.

"Grandpa Zhu, after so many years, he has become more and more different."

"Him?" Jing Lixiao stroked his beard and leaned on the chair, "When he was still the prime minister, he was very high-spirited and his machinations were rare in the world. He transformed a small country in South Vietnam into a great nation. Are you still thinking about a large territory? Didn’t your father scare the whole country into surrendering with his 50,000 black cavalry?”

"Let's not talk about him anymore. Come on, sit down. Dad has something to tell you."

Jingchuan took off the long sword from his waist and sat down, looking at his father who was gradually getting older and wearing a blue python robe, showing no anger or authority.

"Chuan'er, let's put the original plan aside for now. Half of the cattle raised will be given to the people in southern Xinjiang, and the other half will be used as military rations to improve food."

Jing Lixiao has been planning this plan for three years, and now he has ended it so simply, which shows his courage.

"Dad, what Mr. Yan said is indeed shocking, but we can't just leave him alone."

"Now that that brat hasn't come back, even if Mr. Yan didn't say anything, we can't do it anymore. The more we think about it, the more angry we are. We shouldn't have picked him up from the snow nest back then!"

Seeing his father's duplicitous appearance, Jingchuan muttered, "It's making my ears tingle when I say this. He obviously cares more about me than his biological son."

Jing Lixiao glared, but Quan pretended that he didn't hear anything, his eyes moving to the tip of his nose: "Has the layout over there been arranged properly?"

"It's already in place, nothing will go wrong."

"That's good. It's always uneasy for that brat to be alone outside. My father is also afraid that he will cause trouble again, so he arranged it like this."

Jingchuan smiled secretly in his heart and said: Just hold it.

At this time, several black shadows suddenly appeared, like a few black geese passing by.

"General, Liuzhou Mu sent someone to deliver a message to Beijing last night, but we robbed him."

Jing Lixiao stretched out his hand, and the black knight handed over the letter. He tore it open and read it, with a disdainful curve at the corner of his mouth.

"You old bastard, you eat my food, and you want to trick me behind my back. I'm tired of living, and the official hat on my head is itching."

Jingchuan took the letter and glanced at it for a few times, but also sneered disdainfully: "Dad, did you put them..."

"Haha~ My son is anxious again. Why is he also a high-ranking official from the first rank, and there are people in the capital covering him... But... isn't the Sixth Battalion idle now? Send him over and circle him. , don’t do anything, just stand on the city wall and stand guard for him.”

"Okay, let's do it."

"Come back." When Jingchuan turned around, Jing Lixiao knocked on the table, "Send the subordinate Shennu battalion over and catch some game."

Jingchuan's eyes lit up, he smiled slightly, and took the order. Jing Lixiao stood up and stood with his hands behind his back. Looking at the hanging willow branches, he felt that it was very boring, so he headed towards Chaotian Pavilion, which is known as the world's largest arsenal. Go.