I have nothing but luck

After Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao, Xie Ronghua became the third person who froze into a sculpture in the north wind.

Fortunately, the palace people fled separately. Even the birds in Nuo Da's palace refused to fly in because of the wreckage.

Even if Xie Ronghua agreed to the national teacher's words on the battlefield, it was only as if he was taking care of the world's safety for him, and at the same time, he was obnoxiously interfering with the affairs of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, so as to prevent the big trouble of the previous catastrophe. Xie Ronghua never thought of being the master of his own family and becoming the emperor.

After all, there is a bit of a distance between Haojing and Fengling City.

She thought about it for a while, and felt that even if she made a mistake and risked being ridiculed by Empress Jiang, it was better than being full of doubts and confusion: "What does your Majesty say about the position of Emperor Zhou, but you want me to be the emperor? "

Empress Jiang didn't make fun of Xie Ronghua, on the contrary, the sense of ritual revealed in her slight nodding action made Xie Ronghua believe that she didn't hear wrong what Empress Jiang said just now: "Yes, my position as Holy Empress is too powerful, there will be no The Son of Heaven rest assured that I am safe and secure in this position, if I take one step forward, it will be impossible to become emperor, but if I take a step back, I am optimistic about you, Xie Shuai."

Xie Ronghua once again lost her words in the cold wind.

She originally wanted to persuade Empress Jiang to find a reliable doctor, presumably Empress Jiang was injured a lot during the First Battle in Xijiang, and she was a little confused.

But when Xie Ronghua took a closer look, Empress Jiang's aura was clean and clean, obviously she had never been injured in the battle of Xijiang.

Then the person who can't figure out the state becomes her.

Xie Ronghua was silent for a long time. For a while, there was only the sound of the wind and the piercing noise of broken tiles rolling and colliding in the wind. It took a long time to break the silence: "Your Majesty is serious?"

"Seriously." After Jiang waited for her words for a long time, she couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Everyone in Kyushu and ordinary practitioners love you and respect you. Since you killed the national teacher, the family with the surname Bei Zhou There is no one who is not afraid of your Taiping Sword and Guiyuan Army, and the remaining children of the Zhou family, to put it bluntly, are all frightened softies, and no one can compare to them in their ability to protect themselves."

"As for the three sects in one city in the Southern Region, Fengling City needless to say, the other three sects have nothing to do with the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and Xie Shuai and them are much closer to them than the Zhou family. "

After Jiang Hou's analysis of the situation, Xie Ronghua was in a trance, and wanted to catch two tailors to sew a suit of the emperor's crown for him, so that he could put it on as soon as possible.

But enthronement is far from that simple matter.

For example, just to renovate this Haojing, the cost required is an astronomical figure that is unimaginable by manpower.

Thinking of this episode, Xie Ronghua calmed down, as if what was placed in front of her was not everyone's dream, the position of Supreme Being of the Northland, but not much different from the usual fat pork used to lure prey: "What about the Holy Queen? The Holy Queen is What's your idea?"

Jiang Hou slowly raised his sleeves to cover his face and smiled, but the eyes exposed on the sleeves were very sincere: "The chaos has just been settled, and the Zhou room has been torn apart for a long time, people's hearts are scattered, and the Zhou room is chaotic. What is needed is a powerful suppression of this situation." Sansha, like the Emperor Tai|Zu back then, can restore the Northern Zhou Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty that an empire should look like."

Xie Ronghua waited quietly for Empress Jiang to praise her for what she could do.

After all, there are always too many good words.

"In terms of cultivation, Xie Shuai is now a celestial being, and the only one who can truly suppress Xie Shuai in terms of cultivation is a saint. With the temperament of a saint—"

I'm afraid that the princes of Tiantian Fenghuo Opera are light, and most of them ran around the world with his Xie family son, leaving only one or two figures in the countless fabricated rumors in the streets and alleys.

Empress Jiang put herself in the shoes of the Northern Zhou officials—

It's depressing to think about.

Don't dare to think. Don't dare to think.

She coughed lightly, and briefly brought up this embarrassing topic: "I don't care about this, Xie Shuai has one more Guiyuan army than a saint, and it must be able to act on Beizhou like a sea magic needle."

Not so good after a little ginger.

The chaos in the Northern Zhou Dynasty probably started from Emperor Huai's own death, that's why Ji Huang was used as a spear by Mo Luo.And if Xie Ronghua became emperor, even if Jiang Jingxing had the restless thought of chopping down another palace tower, the Zhenjiang Mountain of the Xie family's son would let him know the cruelty of reality.

Kyushu's interior is not chaotic, and the external side can become strong.

Xie Ronghua carefully went over Jiang Empress's logic, and sighed: "What the Holy Empress said, I am actually moved."

Queen Jiang's not going to be a lobbyist is a shame.

Empress Jiang accepted it readily, and said with a smile: "Actually, I am here to lobby Xie Shuai, and I have other selfish motives."

Xie Ronghua didn't remember that he and Empress Jiang had a lifelong friendship, or handkerchiefs that were good friends in the boudoir.

In fact, counting once today, the two of them met no more than three times in total.

"After I became a saint, for the sake of myself and power, I lost to the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The reason why this great chaos can arise is probably because of my selfish intentions." Jiang Hou said frankly.

She raised her sleeves to point to the sky first, then the big sleeves shook in the wind and made a rustling sound, followed by Jiang Hou swaying and swipe down to the ground: "Xie Shuai has been stationed in northern Xinjiang for more than ten years. He has a very high prestige among the people. It has reached its peak after the First World War, if the common people vote for one person to proclaim themselves emperor, Xie Shuai will be worthy of it.”

"And Xie Shuai proclaiming the emperor is not only the choice of all parties in the Kyushu, but also the aristocratic clans. No, that doesn't matter. The important thing is that Xie Shuai proclaiming the emperor is beneficial to all people."

Empress Jiang stared deeply at Xie Ronghua: "Xie Shuai has this country and all the people on it in his heart."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed happily: "And I, I have already let this country go, it's time to let this country go, and I also let go of myself."

"Lobbying Xie Shuai, using the power in my hands to help Xie Shuai ascend the throne, it is my apology for being useless to this river and mountain."

Jiang Hou originally thought that he would have to wait for a while, waiting for Xie Ronghua's thoughtful answer.

I don't want Xie Ronghua to laugh out loud with her, she seems to be facing the Queen Jiang; or facing the ruins of the imperial palace, the successive emperors of the Zhou family; Everyone who hit her laughed loudly:

"The world loves me so much, and gave me the world, how can I say goodbye?"

The two of them laughed loudly against the cold wind, and bent over at the end of the laugh.

The laughter faded away.

Xie Ronghua said to Empress Jiang: "Take care."

She and Empress Jiang had never known each other before, so it was really hard to ask her what her plans were and where she wanted to go next.

Jiang Hou said: "Xie Shuai is even more so."

The two of them passed each other.

Xie Ronghua went step by step to the Hanyuan Hall, to the high place where the glory on his head was as heavy as the burden on his shoulders.

And Jiang Hou went down the steps of Hanyuan Hall step by step, she pulled it nonchalantly, and the big sleeves on her body fell into the autumn wind, and was dimmed by the setting sun.

In the past, the Jiang parents and their daughters were full of thoughts of making contributions and going around the world.

Now now—

The work is tired.

Fortunately, everywhere in the world is a scenery that Jiang Hou, who spent the first half of her life devoted to power and strategy, could not see.

Naturally happy.

Xie Ronghua did what he said, and he accepted it well. He didn't push back and forth at all, and quickly wrote a family letter to Xie Huan, attached it to the summoning talisman and took it to Fengling City.

At this time in Fengling City, Jiang Jingxing, who was not seen by Xie Huan, was in the same room with Xie Rongjiao and Li Zhixuan. The two people behind heard that Jiang Jingxing's greetings were fake, and took the opportunity to show off whether it was true or not, and condolences to Li Zhixuan.

The national teacher said that Li Zhixuan is an easy-to-use life-saving talisman, and it is true.

After all, he has been carrying the White Tiger Supreme Treasure for so many years, and he almost merged with the White Tiger Qi. The sword that the national teacher stabbed him not only did not really hurt Li Zhixuan's life, but gave Li Zhixuan a lot of White Tiger Qi for no money. Hopeful.

Coincidentally, Jiang Jingxing also sighed: "Aci, do you think the national teacher has calculated everything well?"

"I don't think so. The national teacher probably knows that there are some things that cannot be counted."

The national teacher is different from Mo Luo, he knows that some things cannot be counted.

For example, the tall tower in Fengling City suddenly lit up, such as the sword on Xie Rongjiao Snow Mountain.

Another example is when Li Zhixuan stepped forward to block Xie Ronghua's sword, after the sword Xie Ronghua roared and swung the peace knife.

The biggest variable is people.

The national teacher just happened to believe in them and believed that they could create this variable.

After the hypocritical caring, Jiang Jingxing finally showed his hideous true face: "It's great that you are fine, Li Xiaoyou, otherwise, if something happens, you won't be able to attend the joint registration ceremony between me and Ah Ci, and you will be missing , I don’t think it’s too fulfilling even if I think about it.”

Xie Rongjiao: ""

God knows how coldly Xie Huan treated Jiang Jingxing, he was called a dignified saint, and came to Li Zhixuan's place to show his presence.

But Jiang Jingxing was bored in the first place.

"Master, if Brother Li has something good or bad, is it a matter of not being able to come to a grand ceremony?" Xie Rongjiao scolded him lightly, then hesitated for a moment and said, "However, if Brother Li can't come, there will indeed be in my heart." Sorry."

Li Zhixuan looked at Jiang Jingxing in a daze, and felt that Jiang Jingxing's face was full of spring breeze at the moment Xie Rongjiao spoke, wishing he could float directly into the sky.

Maybe they think Jiuzhongtian is too low to hold him.

The only person in the world who can control Jiang Jingxing is now following him, and I'm afraid it's a bit doomed.

If Jiang Changlan was here, when he was recovering from a serious illness, he would see that this man surnamed Jiang was inhumane, frantically visiting and showing off in secret, he would probably be so angry that he would stare and faint again with grief and indignation.

However, the honest man Li Zhixuan just said ah, with a dazed expression on his face, unable to figure out the situation: "Wait, when did Senior Jiang and Brother Xie get together?"

It sounds unbelievable at first, but it makes sense when you think about it carefully.

Li Zhixuan was dizzy.

Before Jiang Jingxing regarded him as a bosom friend, took him by the hand and talked about a touching love story that even Xie Rongjiao next to him couldn't recognize the prototype——

Xie Huan pushed the door open, ruthlessly interrupted the platitudes that Jiang Jingxing was about to say, and handed the summons talisman to Xie Rongjiao: "Handwriting from the first day of junior high school."

He thought that he finally had a fair and honest excuse so that he would not need to see the two of them getting tired of being together, and suddenly felt proud: "If you can solve the matter of the first day of junior high school before the end of the year and bring her back for the New Year——

You don't need to come back anymore, just live with the ruins of Haojing. "

Very cold, very ruthless.

Like a feudal patriarch.