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

Two months after arriving in Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou's fundamentals have actually been set.

Next, just follow the established route!

As long as the direction does not deviate, the result is almost certain.

Ning Fan finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief and take a good rest.

Letters from Kyoto were like snowflakes, accumulated for several days, and Ning Fan had no time to read them.

Now that I have free time, I naturally take out these letters one by one and read them carefully.

"Your Highness, this is a new fruit grown in Jiaozhou. It was brought by those merchants. You can try it."

Xina placed a large plate of fruit in front of Ning Fan, and the fruity aroma hit her face.

Ning Fan's mind was focused on the letter. He raised his head and nodded slightly towards Xina, but there was no movement.

Generally, among all the letters, the one Ning Fan reads first is Xiao Lingxi's.

The two have been apart for more than two months, and their thoughts are like weeds, growing wantonly.

When I was in Kyoto, although I didn't see each other much, I always felt that another heart was beside me and I could feel the beating temperature.

But once you come to Jiangzhou, the distance in time and space seems to be stretched farther, and the two hearts seem to be getting farther and farther apart.

Fortunately, the exchange of letters reunited two distant hearts.

I don’t know since when, Xiao Lingxi gradually fell in love with sharing, such as raising a pot of flowers and a fish, as well as the changes in the current situation in Kyoto and the issuance of Ta Kung Pao, etc.

Every time I talk about it, I can say a lot.

Ning Fan's replies are usually brief. Apart from introducing the customs and current situation of Jiangzhou, the rest of the letters are rarely mentioned.

Among the pile of letters from Xiao Lingxi, Ning Fan gradually felt the subtle changes in Xiao Lingxi's emotions.

From the beginning, it was calm and relaxed, but later it gradually became a little irritable.

Ultimately, the root cause actually lies in the war in the northwest.

When Xiao Chong arrived in the northwest, it was actually not very smooth.

It turned out that most of the subordinates under his command were dismissed when Taiwei Chen Ping was in office. Now that they have returned to the northwest, there are only a few who can use them smoothly.

This is nothing. The key point is that the death of Lieutenant Chen Ping made his old subordinates feel aggrieved. Overtly and covertly, they had many constraints on Xiao Chong's decision-making.

Many times, Xiao Zhong was tired because his heart was tired.

On the one hand, we have to face the brutality of the Huns, and on the other hand, we have to face constant internal strife. The current situation in the northwest is precarious.

The imperial court has sent two imperial envoys, but the status quo has not changed.

If this continues, according to some details and inside stories that Xiao Lingxi knows, it is actually only a matter of time before the Huns break through.

"Your Highness, is this a letter from Sister Lingxi? Why are you frowning so badly?"

Xina peeled the banana and handed it to Ning Fan's mouth.

The mango on the other side was also cut into small pieces and inserted with toothpicks.

"The war in the northwest is not going well. I'm afraid something big will happen to the court recently."

Ning Fan sighed and picked out Yueying's letter from a pile of letters.

After reading it carefully, Ning Fan let out a sigh of relief.

Yueying's affairs in Kyoto are progressing smoothly, and recently, she has established a close relationship with Shuntian Mansion.

In addition, the Jinwu Guards in the Royal Forest Army were gradually infiltrated, and some even infiltrated into the Prince's Mansion!

"Your Highness, why are all numbers in this letter? Do you understand?"

Xina, who was standing aside, screamed.

He seemed to have discovered something strange, with a puzzled look on his face.

"This is cipher text. It must be used to convey top-secret information. Otherwise, if the letter is intercepted, wouldn't the secret be revealed?"

Ning Fan chuckled.

Xina's face was full of admiration: "Your Highness seems to be the smartest person in the world."

Ning Fan shook his head and said: "There is nothing to worry about. When I came to this world, everything was doomed."

This senseless remark made Xina even more confused, but when she saw Ning Fan closing her eyes, Xina couldn't ask any more questions.

The next day, Ning Fan slept until three o'clock in the morning before Shi Ran walked out of the room.

It's not that Ning Fan is lying in bed, it's that the ecstasy of Wen Wen Xiang is so overwhelming that even his iron-clad body can't bear it anymore.

When we had dinner at noon, we discovered that the table was full of supplements, including ginseng and deer antlers.

Ning Fan smiled bitterly: "Xina, are you trying to make me look fat?"

Xina's pretty face turned red: "I am afraid that Your Highness will suffer a physical loss."

The effect of deer antler was amazing. Ning Fan drank half a bowl of soup at noon and felt hot all over in the afternoon.

In this winter, I don’t even feel cold even if I’m wearing a single layer of clothing.

My whole body seemed to have endless strength, and the weakness from last night seemed to be made up for in no time.

With nothing going on, Ning Fan started practicing Juntiquan in the yard.

When Ning Fan came to this world, although he had a strong soul, his body was definitely not up to par with his body before time travel.

But the training methods had long been ingrained in Ning Fan's mind, and he decided to take advantage of his motivation to restore his body to its peak condition.

It is expected that there will be a fierce battle in the spring.

The detailed information sent by Xingchen to the Jurchens has returned, saying that the Jurchens are working hard to purchase and store large quantities of grain and horses, and a war seems inevitable.

Ning Fan just wants to avoid this war as much as possible, because the situation in Jiangzhou has only taken shape now, and the combat effectiveness is far from being formed.

It would be best if there was an incident next year. By then, Ning Fan would no longer have to take the Jurchens and Huns seriously.

By that time, even if one arm is tied up, Ning Fan is confident that he will beat the Huns to pieces.

In one afternoon incident, Ning Fan was boxing and doing push-ups in the backyard, and didn't stop until the evening.

"Your Highness, practicing like this consumes the most energy and vitality. If things go on like this, your body will slowly become depleted."

Xina felt distressed.

Ning Fan glanced at Xina and felt speechless.

The way of the heart is not to exercise like this and feel the body is exhausted, but to roll around the room with you Xina, which is to knock the bones and suck the marrow.

If you do this every day, I'm afraid your body will be sucked dry in a month...

"The human body is like a machine. It will only get stronger with practice. As long as you eat well, nothing will happen."

Ning Fan disagreed.

But Xina was not going to give up. She tilted her head and asked, "Has Your Highness ever heard of inner energy? All masters have inner energy, just like what is written in Your Highness's novels."

Ning Fan laughed directly, he didn't believe these things.

Inner Qi is a pure deception.

"Your Highness, don't believe it. Strange people and strangers abound. If you are destined, you may be able to meet them."

Xina said with great anticipation.

Ning Fan didn't take it seriously. After dinner, he lit the lamp and started writing in the study. Xiao Lingxi in Kyoto had already urged the manuscript several times, and Ning Fan only recently found time.

Less than half of Ta Kung Pao's current sales are based on serialized novels. Ning Fan doesn't want to lose this money bag and the future battlefield of public opinion.