Fish swimming around the world

Especially Wang Chulan, thinking that this woman was the descendant of a criminal of Nanchu, and was exiled to a foreign land because of being implicated, and fell into prostitution, she couldn't help but feel that the beauty was doomed to fail, and felt quite sympathetic.

"Miss Jiang, the beauty of poetry is even more beautiful, Sima Jing is glad to meet you."

Sima Jing nodded slightly.

Jiang Fan lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Thank you, the eldest prince, for your kindness."

Sima Jing's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly said: "This young master is a down-and-out man, how can I have the face to call myself a prince."

When he said this, he didn't know who heard it, Wang Chulan and Nangong Xin both looked solemn.

And this kind of words is difficult to respond to, after all, everyone knows that the eldest prince has lost power, but he is still a prince after all, how can you comment casually? If you don't say it well, it will be a capital crime.

But Miss Jiang was neither humble nor arrogant: "Why should a dragon fear hibernation in the abyss? The roc will rise with the wind. Why should the eldest prince complain about himself?"

Her words were not flattering at all. She was obviously supporting Sima Jing, which moved him.

"The dragon in the abyss, the roc with the wind... The girl is very bold to speak." He said with deep eyes.

Jiang Fan said: "Losing power is not terrible, but losing will is terrible. I am just an ant, my life is as thin as paper, but I still have an unyielding heart, let alone the prince?"

The eldest prince's hand subconsciously clasped the armrest tightly, which shows how uneasy his heart was at this time, and it can even be said that it was turbulent.

It took a long time before he calmed down a little. But his eyes became more and more surprised.

He himself had never expected that in the exile place thousands of miles away from the capital, a little girl who met for the first time would stir up his infinite passion in his heart with just two words.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that how could such a girl fall into the dust? She is more than qualified to be a princess!

"Miss Jiang, please take a seat."

Jiang Fan was not pretentious. He sat down leisurely and took the fragrant tea.

The natural and unpretentious movements won Sima Jing's favor. He admired Miss Jiang's graceful and generous attitude.

At this moment, Jiang Fan was also looking at the eldest prince, who was really meeting him face to face for the first time. His complexion was much better than the day he entered the city, but his eyes were getting deeper, and the gloomy and sharp feeling seemed to be hidden a lot.

Sima Jing was much more terrible than before.

He couldn't help but sighed. Sure enough, although setbacks can make the weak lose their confidence, they can also make the real strong grow.

"Master Wang, Master Xin, I want to ask Miss Jiang for some poetry alone. I wonder if you two are convenient?"

Wang Chulan immediately left the pavilion sensibly, and Nangong Xin hesitated a little and left reluctantly.

The eldest prince ignored his expression and said to Miss Jiang: "Since I lost power, no one dared to say this to me in public."

Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "There is always a first one."

Sima Jing stared at him: "But I never thought it was a woman."

Jiang Fan said: "What the prince wants to say is that I never thought it was a prostitute."

The eldest prince said playfully: "So what?"

"Yes... Even if I have misjudged the person, please talk about poetry, eldest prince."

Sima Jing narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Good, good woman, a talented woman, a hero among women."

"I don't deserve your praise."

Jiang Fan remained neither humble nor arrogant. He knew that this was a great opportunity to get close to Sima Jing, and he also wanted to see if this person still had value and whether he had any abilities that could be relied on.

But Mr. Jiang would never have thought that the direction of things would be completely different from what he imagined, and the problem was that he had set the rhythm wrong from the beginning...

"It's just..." He stared at Jiang Fan and said, "Who sent you, this female hero?"

Jiang Fan glanced at him indifferently, raised his hand and pointed at the blue-clothed servant: "His sword should be very fast. At such a close distance, he is sure to kill him with one blow. Just shout to catch the assassin."

Sima Jing was stunned, and couldn't help but take a breath for a long time: "Hiss - there is a woman like you in the world."

And the next moment, the servant actually grabbed the hilt of the sword, and a cold light shot out, but not at her, but stabbed into the air.

In an instant, the top of the octagonal pavilion exploded, and a sharp shout came from the sky: "Sima Jing, accept your death!"

A white-turbaned masked man turned in the air, upside down, and followed the sword, stabbing down as fast as a meteor.

The servant's eyes were sharp, and the sword was like a poisonous dragon, rushing up to meet it.

The assassin suddenly appeared, and the inner garden was in chaos.

The two of them fought like lightning in the air, and exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant.

The white-turbaned masked man saw that the battle was going on for a long time, so he forced the book boy back with a sword, jumped up, and flew away across the courtyard wall.

The book boy was afraid of luring the tiger away from the mountain, so he didn't dare to chase him. He held a half-broken short sword and stood vigilantly in front of the eldest prince.

The eldest prince looked calm, and the teacup in his hand didn't shake at all. He just stared at the girl Jiang quietly.

And this woman was just as calm as water, and she didn't blink even when her hair was swept by the swords of the two several times.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The eldest prince said softly.

"Being afraid is useless."

The eldest prince nodded: "Well said."

He put down the teacup and leaned forward slightly: "Jiang Ruochen, this prince remembers it. You decide who you want to protect among the people here. Come on, get going!"

The eldest prince was assassinated, and the Plum Garden Poetry Meeting came to an abrupt end.

But no one cared about the poetry meeting anymore. Instead, they were more afraid of being involved in it, and they all wanted to leave this troubled place quickly.

But how could they leave? Soon, thousands of soldiers had surrounded the place, with swords drawn and bows strung, full of murderous intent.

The officer's face was cold: "No one is allowed to leave without permission. Those who disobey the order will be executed!"

Everyone was silent, and the timid ones were scared to death.

What surprised Jiang Fan was that the showy Mu Qiuyun, although his legs were shaking, protected her tightly in front of her, and comforted her with a trembling voice not to be afraid.

The next moment, the general walked in front of Jiang Fan and clasped his fists heavily: "Miss Jiang, please go."

Jiang Fan said: "Can I leave?"

"Yes, the person you want to take away can also be taken away."

Jiang Fan said lightly: "Owe a favor?"

The general said in a deep voice: "Your Highness the Prince has said that you don't have to owe it."

No need to owe it... Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "Let Master Mu and Sister Xiangxue leave, I will stay."

Nangong Xin, Wang Chulan and others are naturally not restricted, and he doesn't need to care.

The general was stunned when he heard it: "This... The prince said that it is freezing here, Miss Jiang, please go back and rest as soon as possible..."

Oh my god... Everyone almost cursed.

What's wrong, you are still freezing? She is cold, aren't we cold? Or are we not human?

But the question is who dares to say it.

For a while, this Miss Jiang became the object of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Jiang Fan was also stunned and couldn't help laughing. Is the eldest prince trying to show his goodwill?

It is obvious that he is showing goodwill, but unfortunately, Mr. Jiang has always forgotten one thing, that he is now a great beauty who can overwhelm the whole country...