I want it all

Shen Feiyun had quite a headache, and persuaded: "Master Shi, I'm not boasting, my favors can be big or small, and I hope you don't waste them on trivial details."

"No." Shi Hongying was full of confidence.

"What do you want me to do?" Shen Feiyun could only smile wryly.

Shi Hongying patted the paper fan on her chest, and asked, "I think your paper fan is very wonderful. It can dissipate heat, and it's tougher than ordinary swords. If I want this paper fan, what will you do?"

As soon as this remark came out, Jian Yishan felt inappropriate, shook her head and said, "It's over..."

Shi Hongying sneered: "I'm talking to Shen Daxia, what's the matter with you?" Turning to Shen Feiyun, "What do you think?"

Shen Feiyun was silent for a moment. In order to save Yan Si, he once stopped Shi Hongying's iron gun, and indeed promised Shi Hongying to return a favor.

He also thought that Shi Hongying's request would be extremely tricky, and he made it at the right time.

But I didn't expect that she would ask for a paper fan.

Although this paper fan is extremely precious, if one wants to cultivate to his level, it is almost impossible to play with it easily and use it more proficiently than a sword.

Just for the purpose of removing heat, it would be overkill.

Shen Feiyun asked indifferently: "Are you sure that you want to use a favor on such a subtle point?"

"Naturally." Shi Hongying lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, "Don't be so wordy, just say that you promise to give me the paper fan?"

She was just talking casually, everyone knew that this was Shen Feiyun's unique weapon.For martial arts practitioners, sometimes the head can be broken and the blood can be shed, but only the weapon in the hand cannot be lost.

She also wanted to see how embarrassed Shen Feiyun was.

Shen Feiyun is only allowed to play tricks on Li Changbai, causing her to lose face, and she is not allowed to play tricks back?

But never imagined...

Shen Feiyun nodded and said: "What's so difficult about this, you just take it."

Shi Hongying's eyes widened instantly, she couldn't believe how she could get this legendary fan so easily.

How could Shen Feiyun give her such a fan so lightly?

Jian Yishan frowned and sighed: "Hongying, return the fan to him. You don't know how important this fan is to him. After his wrist was injured, he almost..."

"No need." Shen Feiyun flatly refused, and then slowly took out an identical fan from his sleeve.

Jian Yishan was speechless, and he was still worried, but what he gave Shi Hongying turned out to be a fake.

Shi Hongying pulled out the paper fan from her bosom, looked left and right, and compared it with the one in Shen Feiyun's hand, she didn't see any flaws.

Shen Feiyun explained: "The big bone fan in your hand is not carefully forged black iron. It can't fight with an extremely sharp sword, otherwise it will easily hurt yourself. It's just right to use it to fan the wind in summer."

He made this fake because Su Lang bit the paper fan twice, which made him feel bad.

If you really want to bite, use another one instead.

It's just that I didn't expect that today I can use this counterfeit to repay a favor I owed in the past. It really has my own days.

Shi Hongying suffered a dispirited loss, and said unhappily, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Shen Feiyun said with a smile.

As if on purpose, he unfolded the authentic product in his hand, shook it vigorously a few times, and fanned out bursts of refreshing cool wind.

Shi Hongying tried her best to suppress the desire to roll her eyes.

After teasing, Shen Feiyun turned his face back and asked Shi Hongying: "You really don't think about it?"

"Thinking about what?" Shi Hongying asked knowingly.

Shen Feiyun didn't continue, just smiled and looked at her with deep meaning.

Jian Yishan also sighed, and said solemnly: "Hongying, why don't we make a bet."

"What?" Shi Hongying became interested.

"If I can not find anyone in the next two and a half years, will you marry me?" Jian Yishan asked.

Shi Hongying snorted: "What good is this for me? I have got enough now, and I am not greedy enough. Although I am greedy, I have not reached this level."

"Don't worry." Jian Yishan said, "This is only the first condition. This is a big gamble. Just listen to the second condition."

Shi Hongying nodded, motioning for him to continue talking.

Jian Yishan looked at Shen Feiyun, his gaze was like a torch, and he paused every word: "Now you can forget about Qi Yuwen, do you still recognize Liuxiu City Lord's first disciple as your partner?"

"I don't admit it, I forgot about it long ago." Shen Feiyun vetoed it outright, and now he only wanted to coax Su Lang into marrying him.

"Then," Jian Yishan said slowly, "The second condition, if Shen Feiyun doesn't remarry within two and a half years, you will marry me, otherwise you won't marry me, how about it?"

Shi Hongying frowned, and glanced at Shen Feiyun, not knowing that Shen Feiyun had been brought in now.

"You..." she called out in a low voice, looking at Jian Yishan complicatedly.

"It's not over." Jian Yishan stared at Shen Feiyun closely, "correspondingly, you also bet with me. On the other hand, if Hongying agrees to marry me within two and a half years, you will not marry within these two years. How?"

Shen Feiyun said without hesitation: "Not really."

After finishing speaking, he stood up with no expression on his face, and flicked his sleeves: "You don't have to be strong."

This sentence is not only to ask Jian Yishan to respect Shi Hongying's wishes, but also to ask Jian Yishan to respect her own ideas, not everything can be used to bet.

Besides, he doesn't think he can make a profit. After all, he has never seen clearly that this old friend who is good at embedding threads can calculate the throne, so why can't he calculate it?

At least not emotionally, Shen Feiyun thought to himself.

"Forgive me for your gamble."

Shen Feiyun didn't turn his head back, and walked out without saying a word.

There are two ways to break the game, one is to plan carefully and take every step carefully, and the other is to refuse to bet and not be the player in the game from the beginning.

"Stop." Jian Yishan's tone was very flat, "Before you came, I was approving a memorial to Su Zifu. Whether he can sit in his place is up to me..."

Shen Feiyun turned around abruptly, astonished, as if he got to know Jian Yishan again.

He stood on the spot, holding the paper fan tightly in his right hand, silent for a moment, rushed forward, grabbed Jian Yishan's collar, and dragged him up.

He said coldly, "You are threatening me."

It's not a question, it's a description.

The description of what Jian Yishan said is also a description of his inner feelings.

Accurate and deadly.

Jian Yishan lowered her eyes, evoked a faint smile, and said softly: "Hongying, make a bet. If you accept this bet, I will hand over Qingzhou directly. If you marry, Qingzhou will be Shi's family from now on. Dominant, and you are the only one in my harem, and you will respond to all calls, and I will listen to everything that is not involved in government affairs."

When Shi Hongying heard the words, she suddenly understood and fell into silence. It took a while to recover, and said hoarsely: "So you really..."

"How?" Jian Yishan said with a smile.

Shi Hongying gathered the thin gauze clothes, and asked: "If I want to raise hundreds of handsome men, will you agree?"

"Yun." Jian Yishan did not hesitate.

"That's great. No matter what the result is, I still have two and a half years to think about it. If I don't agree again, wouldn't it be a bit disrespectful?"

Shi Hongying's face was gloomy, she got up abruptly, put on her boots, and said as she walked, "I hope that after two and a half years, you won't regret the Haikou you boasted about today."

She really didn't want to stay longer, so she just said to Shen Feiyun: "I'll wait for you outside, after you come out, go directly to the carriage, and I'll take you home."

Not long after, the door of the palace closed with a bang, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

"Let me go," Jian Yishan said calmly, "Let's sit down and have a good talk, I think you are not clueless, are you?"

Shen Feiyun endured it, finally sat down and asked: "What do you mean?"

"You don't understand what I mean?" Jian Yishan asked back.

Shen Feiyun just looked at Jian Yishan quietly, without saying a word.

"Are you betting?" Jian Yishan broke the silence.Seeing that Shen Feiyun was silent, he added with a smile: "Su Zifu."

Su Zifu is Su Lang's father.

This sentence was like a showdown, telling Shen Feiyun frankly that he already knew that Shen Feiyun liked Su Lang, and would not make fun of the other party's father.

And just now Shen Feiyun has already proved this point, understood and gave the expected reaction.

Shen Feiyun blinked and asked: "If I don't agree, what will you do?"

"No, you can give it a try." Jian Yishan smiled freely.

"I won't try, I promise." Shen Feiyun resigned.

Jian Yishan poured a cup of tea for Shen Feiyun, and said softly: "Have a cup of tea, and if you have anything to say by the way, feel free to ask me, I will definitely explain everything this time."

Shen Feiyun let go of his fist and sighed heavily: "I only have one question."

"But it's okay to say." Jian Yishan also refilled himself a glass, and the chance of winning was within his grasp.

"I want to know..." Shen Feiyun paused for a moment before making up his mind, "The person I talked to the night before meeting the late emperor was you or Su Lang."

Jian Yishan raised his hand and pointed to Shen Feiyun's heart.

"You already have the answer, don't you?"

"I understand." Shen Feiyun nodded, "I only have this question, and I have no other doubts. Let's bid farewell here. You are busy with government affairs now. If it is not necessary, it is better not to talk about the past with me."

Jian Yishan put down the teacup, bowed his head and said, "I love Hongying very much."

"Then I wish you all your wishes come true." Shen Feiyun stretched out his hand, pushed away the teacup in front of him, paused for a while, and finally got up to leave.

Shen Feiyun leaned over, patted Jian Yishan's shoulder, and said very sincerely, "I wish you all your long-cherished wishes come true."

Just as he put on his shoes and took two steps, Jian Yishan's voice came from behind him.

"By the way," he said, "Su Lang should be with you now, shouldn't he?"

Shen Feiyun stopped in his tracks: "Why bother to ask more questions."

"Don't tell him," Jian Yishan took a sip of tea, "When this game is over, wait a little longer, two and a half years, soon."

"It's been a long time." Shen Feiyun suppressed, "When I miss someone, how can I be as calculating as you are? Even within a day, I still miss him countless times."

"Perhaps." Jian Yishan smiled.

Shen Feiyun didn't stay any longer, and walked out quickly, left the palace, and walked to Shi Hongying's carriage.