The Western Qin World.

Thirteen years after I won my life.

"If you have a memorial, you will leave the court without memorial!"

Ying Feng sat on the throne in a black imperial robe, fiddling with the spiritual weapon at his waist, staring at the minister standing there without looking sideways, and looking indifferent, as if Emperor Qin won me in this world.

Time is the best whetstone. The boy who had no ambition in the past has been tempered on the throne for more than ten years. After hearing and hearing, he has grown into an emperor who truly controls the Western Qin Empire.

The rebel army suppressed the rebels, and the senior officials hid their names and stopped making trouble. The aliens went abroad and did not dare to enter. The ghosts were trapped in the underworld of the Yin Realm, and the demons surrendered and trembled.

With the foundation laid by me, the Western Qin Empire entered a rapid and peaceful development, with a skyrocketing population, and the top forces have begun to touch the Earth Immortals.

It’s just that because of insufficient accumulation and understanding, I have been unable to break through to the true earth immortal.

And the Yangshen, human and immortal cultivators are emerging one after another, no longer as they were as short as before.

"I have the foundation to report!"

A minister wearing a black robe and embroidered with rare birds and beasts stood up, and it was Yang Jian, the new Minister of Guantian Department.

"explain!"

A trace of doubt flashed in Ying Feng's eyes. Guantiansi was not an important position in Western Qin. Yang Jian said that he was the man's registered disciple, but he was low-key. Since he became the director of Guantiansi, he has no movement. What is this today?

"I have reported to Your Majesty, I have watched the astrological constellations these days and nights, traveled thousands of mountains every day, and repeatedly deduced and calculated that a alien star came from chaos and fell into the South China Sea. Please make plans early."

It was another such a vague and vague prophecy. Unexpectedly, it would be the same if someone else had changed. It seemed that the rumors were false. How could he be the registered disciple of that person?

Ying Feng subconsciously thought that before this, Guantiansi would make some predictions every time he had to show their presence and rationality.

But in fact, it is useless, so I was not valued much in my era.

Ying Feng said casually: "Remember, order those who don't accept them at night to go to the South China Sea to investigate."

The court meeting ended in this solemn and solemn and loose, peaceful atmosphere, and the ministers slowly retreated.

"Yang Jian, Yang Dabang, why did you get to Guantiansi after not seeing you for a while? Moreover, you have learned the routines of those geniuses, which makes people admire you."

Yang Jian walked in a hurry, frowned and thought about something, but didn't notice that his shoulder was sent for a while. When he looked back, he saw that the guy who got bored him the most - Mengguan.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh and teased, "General Meng is so elegant. He actually has time to talk to me, a little official. How can he ask me? Is there anything wrong?"

Meng Guan didn't care about the curious gazes that came around, and held the other person's shoulder and said:

"I said why are you still so bad now? The taste changes when you say it from your mouth. Why do we learn from us? We have also learned it together. I saw you here today, so why do we have to go to my house for two drinks, right?"

"Don't, I'll be spared if I drink. I still have something to do, so I'm busy." When he thought of drinking, his heart hurts, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and all the internal organs hurt.

It is probably because this matter has become his inner demon. When he was studying art back then, he claimed that he had grown up under the wine jar and drank with the second generation of officials such as Mengguan, the first generation of military officials, but he drank in the dark. After waking up the next day, he realized that he had said a lot of nonsense, and even danced a stripper in public, but was swept out with one sleeve.

From then on, this incident became a weakness that others laughed at and attacked him, and also became a great shame for him, and also had deep resentment towards Mengguan and others.

"Okay, I originally wanted to invite my junior sister Yulong to gather together. Now it seems that I can only come next time."

Meng Guan said with a pity on his face, and looked at the other person secretly, shook his head and sighed, but his heart was already full of joy.

Yang Jian paused, stared at the gate-town beast Shi Qilin at the bronze gate, took a deep breath, and said as calmly as possible: "Senior Brother Meng, how can you compare to us, brothers, reminiscing about the past? Please take the lead, and I will go back and change a set of clothes and will arrive soon."

After saying that, it seemed that he was not reserved enough. Yang Jian looked at Mengguan with an extremely sincere look, nodded deeply, took the shadowless step, and disappeared at the gate of the palace.

“…”

Mengguan knew that this move was useful, but he didn't expect that this move would be so useful. If I had known this, I wouldn't have used the ultimate move at will. Wouldn't it be better to keep it there?

The Imperial Dragon Army’s side general’s mansion and the Mengguan Mansion.

Since he served as the general of the Dragon Army to protect the imperial city, Mengguan has moved out of the General's Mansion.

The General Mansion is a mansion with two entrances. It covers a small area and is not as luxurious as the General Mansion. Ordinary and even dilapidated.

At this moment, looking at the colorful dress, well, Mengguan has collected all the words and found that this sentence best describes Yang Jian’s current clothes, which he has been unable to describe for a long time.

Finally, he sighed in frustration: "Junior brother, what are you doing? I haven't seen you for a while, why have you become so different?"

I thought Yang Jian was going to be a charlatan, but when I turned around, I realized that he was already crazy about love.

"It's different? Is it handsome? Let me tell you, this is what my brother told me. He said that men can be poor, but they must be sexy enough."

Thinking of the middle-aged man with two beards and hugging left and right, Yang Jian found that he was not sexy enough and refused to accept his love.

“…”

Mengguan looked up at the sky, and he was afraid that he would cry, so he would say whatever he said. He patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said:

"Junior brother, listen to your brother, go back and change your normal clothes while you have time. No? Then go and wear official robes, it's definitely better than your daughter's outfit."

"What a daughter pretending, senior brother, I tell you, it's because of the old thoughts and style you instilled in me that I am single like you."

Yang Jian jumped and said, "He saw with his own eyes how his buddy hugged and hooked up with other beauties. He had already vowed to change his mind and become a new person."

He has not received recognition before he has taken action. It seems that he is going to die... He is also worried.

“…”

Singles despise singles, what a vicious contempt.

Meng Guan took a deep breath and thought to himself that he should not get angry, he should not get angry.

Looking at Yang Jian who was both persistent and uneasy, Mengguan had nothing to say.

What can I say and what else can I say? Anyway, the days are still long, so let this happy enemy continue to make trouble.

A man who likes to dress up as a man, and now he likes to dress up as a man, maybe he is born with a pair of men...

Mengguan thought desperately.

Looking back now, all those who have become disciples seem to be single. Well, Senior Brother Wang Gui doesn’t count. He buried himself in before he became disciples.
Chapter completed!