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Chapter 424 Fan Xiang, you are old

Fan Xiang walked out of the Ganqing Hall and stood in the square. The howling north wind blew by. He felt a biting cold on his back. He was frightened when his back was already wet.

He looked back and pursed his lips.

The emperor became increasingly reluctant to give the old minister patience.

Fan Xiang felt a chill in his heart.

"Why is Fan Xiang still standing here? It's a strong wind here, Fan Xiang should take care of his health." Song Zhiyuan walked out, came to his side, and made a gesture of invitation: "I'll send Fan Xiang."

Fan Xiang snorted and walked with him.

"The emperor wants to use Lu Ming, what do you think?" Fan Xiang glanced at the people around him.

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Who the emperor wants to use is his intention. We are the subjects to obey, so there is no need to question it."

Fan Xiang sneered: "I know that you have a youthful friendship with the emperor..."

"Fan Xiang, I'm a top student because I'm a real person. I was named the top student by the late emperor, and it was not obtained by friendship!" Song Zhiyuan stopped him.

Fan Xiang: "No need to make jokes. I know that your top scholar is obtained by real materials. I also know that you are the team trained by the late emperor for the emperor."

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"I was as majestic as you back then, until now." Fan Xiang chuckled: "Once the emperor and the minister, I really agree with this."

Song Zhiyuan smiled: "What, does Xiang Fan want to retire but he wants to be resigned? He is just scolding the emperor just now?"

Fan Xiang: "..."

"That's not possible. Fan Xiang, you are an old minister and the mainstay of Daqing. How many more years can you do it!" Song Zhiyuan glanced at his bloated official uniform and said, "As long as your health is feasible."

Fan Xiang was so angry that his beard was blew up.

He looked at Song Zhiyuan, it was too much. It was all under the same air day. This guy was wearing such a little clothes. Wouldn't it be cold?

Oh, by the way, they made some velvet coats, which were very light and warm. I heard that they even paid tribute to the emperor, a flatterer.

Fan Xiang said with a dark face: "I swore that in my lifetime, I would devote myself to Daqing until my death. As long as I can still work hard, I will not retire."

Retirement is impossible, and it will never be possible in this life.

Song Zhiyuan naturally knew that the more difficult it was for a person in a high position to retreat, so he said, "In fact, you should obey the old age. Fan Xiang, sometimes it may not be a good thing to retreat without being alone."

Fan Xiang looked over with a sharp look.

Song Zhiyuan did not dodge or avoid, and his expression was faint.

His words were not about turning on the swipe, but were serious.

It is not necessarily a good thing to retreat without any hesitation. I am afraid that you want to retreat, but you can’t.

Fan Xiang smiled and said, "I hope Song Xiang can remember this sentence when he reaches my age."

He walked two steps forward and said coldly: "The late emperor trained you to fight against me for the emperor. Now, who is the emperor training Lu Ming for? Song Xiang, you will be like me in the future!"

Song Zhiyuan's eyes were half-closed, and when he was about to leave, he said lightly: "No matter who the emperor trains, it is the hero of Daqing. I am not afraid of someone fighting with me, because people will eventually grow old, and talents emerge in the mountains and rivers, and the waves of the Yangtze River will chase the waves of the previous waves. This is why it is not necessarily a good thing to retreat without being able to do anything. Fan Xiang, you are old."

When you get old, it will be a hindrance to that person's eyes.

Fan Xiang trembled all over and said nothing, and walked forward.

Song Zhiyuan watched him go away, and suddenly, a white dot fell in front of him. He stretched out his hand, and crystal snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand. With one grip, it melted away in a moment.

"Why force yourself to stay if you can't keep it!"
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