Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"I just ask you not to forget me... I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes, I will wait."

Xiao Lingxi suddenly became gentle.

He took out the jewelry from the box one by one and put it on his body bit by bit.

Xiao Lingxi's reasonableness also made Ning Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

He said honestly: "Xina is Sardin's daughter. Old Sardin used his daughter to blackmail me. If I don't marry Xina as my concubine, he won't help me raise funds."

"This is a huge benefit. If I were a man, I would also like exotic beauties like Xina."

Xiao Lingxi stirred the water in the cup with a spoon.

This is the milk tea invented by Ning Fan. In this era, it sells very well.

Many famous ladies drink one or two drinks every day, which is also a major source of profit for Ning Fan.

"Sister Ling Xi, I recently opened a bookstore, but unfortunately I can't find a manager of the bookstore! Look, how about you manage it?"

Ning Fan said directly.

Xiao Lingxi had heard Ning Fan mention the book hall in her letters before, so she was not surprised at all. She was just a little curious. Why was Ning Fan still obsessed with the book hall when he was about to leave Kyoto.

"People's ideas will be affected subtly. If you control public opinion, you will control the world. Gradually you will understand."

Ning Fan nodded lightly.

Xiao Lingxi was extremely smart and immediately understood what Ning Fan meant. The look on her face was not only shocked, but also shocked.

"I heard before that you specially raised a group of storytellers. I didn't know what you meant at the time, but now I understand."

Xiao Lingxi looked impressed.

"As long as you understand, I can rest assured that the study hall will be left to you."

"Jiangzhou is actually not far from Kyoto. We can use carrier pigeons to communicate by letter, and some questions can be answered quickly."

Ning Fan said to Xiao Lingxi.

"Publish the Condor Shooting first. This book will definitely be a big seller. You will also have to spend money to go to Jiangzhou."

Xiao Lingxi reminded.

Ning Fan chuckled: "Remember, don't make it into a book first, but serialize it! This way, if they buy one of our newspapers, they will continue to buy it."

"What is serialization?"

Xiao Lingxi was curious.

"Serialization means that we do not sell books directly, but publish a chapter or a story fragment in the newspaper every day. If readers want to read it, they can buy our newspaper every day."

Ning Fan smiled.

Xiao Lingxi finally understood what Ning Fan meant. She was stunned for a moment, and then showed a knowing smile: "This method is too cunning! But a book of Condor Shooting is not enough to be serialized for a long time!"

"Haha, there are so many! I also have the Divine Eagle, the Snow Mountain, and the Sky..."

"Anyway, don't worry, I will write the story in my spare time, and I'm sure it will last a lifetime."

Ning Fan patted his chest and said.

Xiao Lingxi's eyes were filled with tenderness and admiration: "Being able to meet His Highness in this life, Xi'er's life has not been in vain!"

Ning Fan held Xiao Lingxi's hand tighter and seemed unwilling to let go.

"By the way, His Highness is going to Jiangzhou, what about the funds? I heard that someone is willing to pay a dowry of two million!"

Xiao Lingxi pursed her lips and smiled.

Ning Fan panicked now. He blushed first, then gasped, and then said with some stumble: "Sister Ling Xi, this matter has been rejected by me."

"reject?"

Xiao Lingxi's eyes were bright, and she shook her head and said: "If His Highness likes that woman, why don't you marry her? We may not have a chance in three to five years, so His Highness can't live without a woman to take care of her!"

Xiao Lingxi's face was frank, and Ning Fan was immediately moved.

Isn't it just for the beautiful women and the power they have to travel through time and again to be exhausted every day?

"Sister Lingxi, aren't you angry?"

Ning Fan looked surprised.

Xiao Lingxi shook her head and said, "I told you a long time ago that there is no one like Guo Jing in this world. I just ask you to treat me sincerely."

"Xina's father's name is Sardin, and he is a good businessman. If I want to open the Silk Road in the future, I really cannot do without this person."

Ning Fan stopped pretending and directly showed his cards.

Xiao Lingxi nodded and said, "What about Cheng Yueying? She is the daughter of the chief assistant, what are you going to do?"

This issue is very realistic. Xiao Lingxi doesn't mind Ning Fan having a woman by his side, but Ning Fan must reserve the position of his wife.

"Are you talking about that girl? I'm not very familiar with her, and I don't even know her birth date! Sister Lingxi, don't worry, I, Ning Fan, will only recognize you, Xiao Lingxi, as my wife, Ning Fan."

Ning Fan quickly expressed his loyalty.

No matter what kind of woman she is, she is naturally irresistible to sweet words.

After hearing this, Xiao Lingxi's face became a little more intoxicatingly red.

"Hey, things are fickle. When you arrive in Jiangzhou, you must manage things carefully. The situation in the court changes quickly. I'm afraid of the future..."

Xiao Lingxi was about to speak but stopped.

Ning Fan's face gradually showed a look of determination, and he sneered: "No one knows what will happen in the future! But if we stay in Kyoto, I think it will be difficult for us to get ahead! If someone gives an order casually, we don't even have the chance to fight back. No!"

The death of the fourth prince deeply stimulated Ning Fan.

It also made him realize that the struggle for imperial power was not about fighting for favor, nor was it about trying to please Emperor Tianan.

If you don't have enough strength, you will be trampled to death in minutes.

At this time, choosing to go to Jiangzhou to develop is the wisest choice.

"The sooner the better, lest you have long nights and dreams."

Xiao Lingxi was very smart and understood what Ning Fan meant.

The two discussed it for a while and talked about many details. During this period, Ning Fan held Xiao Lingxi's white and tender hand, feeling as if he had been wiped with honey.

"By the way, why haven't the dishes been served yet?"

Ning Fan hosted a banquet for Xiao Lingxi today, not only to celebrate Xiao Lingxi's birthday, but also to let Xiao Lingxi taste delicious food.

Ning Fan was about to open the door and go out, but he didn't expect a strong force to come out and the door was kicked open from the outside.

Ning Fan reacted quickly and ducked sideways, but his finger was still hit hard by the door.

"Which piece of shit is in there?"

An arrogant voice came.

This person is none other than Chen Tao, the son of Taiwei Chen Ping, who was taught a lesson by Ning Fan last time.

Chen Tao was about to become arrogant, but he suddenly saw Ning Fan's livid face.

He was so frightened that he almost burst out of fear.

"Prince Qing...His Royal Highness Prince Qing!"

Chen Tao's usual arrogance was completely gone, like a deflated rubber ball.

"Chen Tao, what did I say last time?"

Ning Fan had a gloomy face.

Being disturbed by Chen Tao, a playboy, Ning Fan had a ball of anger hidden in his heart.

"Your Highness, I really didn't mean it. I didn't know you were here."

Chen Tao's face turned pale.

The arrogance of the last time was completely gone. Because of the death of the fourth prince, the status of Taiwei Chen Ping was also in danger, and he might be liquidated by the imperial power at any time.

So these days, Chen Tao has been like an eggplant beaten by frost.