Nangong Yan handed back the account book to Baili Jianzhou. Baili Jianzhou said sincerely, "thank you for your help."

Nangong Yan said quietly, "thank you. You don''t have to. You just owe me a favor."

Baili saw the boat and said with a smile, "OK. I will go through fire and water wherever I need it in the future."

Nangong Yan raised his eyebrows: "we''ve done everything we can. It''s up to you next."

Bai Li saw the boat and calculated. Now the evidence is in his hand, but it''s not enough. We have to add a fire to Fan Zheng.

To make a person really desperate, you must first give him hope, and then trample the only hope to pieces in front of him.

Only in this way can he never turn over.

Bai Li saw the boat with a gentle smile on her face, but her eyes were like ten thousand feet of cold ice, which made people feel cold.

Fan Fu.

Fan Zheng looked at father-in-law Dai standing in the hall and asked, "what are you doing here?"

On behalf of father-in-law, he took off his cloak and showed his old face. "The slave came to tell the adult, the Emperor... The emperor is dying."

"Really?" Fan Zheng was overjoyed. Yes, according to the medicine he gave, the days are the last few days.

Father in law Dai was trembling all over when he talked about it. "Big, sir, the slave has really become a sinner who murdered the emperor for thousands of years. In case the matter is exposed, the slave..."

"Hum, what are you afraid of? With me, even the little emperor can''t do anything to you!"

Fan Zheng looked at him with a mocking face and thought that it was something without roots and always lacked the heroic spirit that men should have.

"The little emperor is really dying?" Fan Zheng asked, staring at him suspiciously.

Father-in-law Dai''s legs were soft and knelt down immediately: "Sir, slaves don''t dare to lie about such things."

Fan Zheng sneered: "I dare you!"

Since the little emperor is no longer able, then he must be forced to make a abdication edict.

The fan family assisted the three generations of monarchs of the Qi Dynasty. Now Feng Shui turns around in turn. It''s his turn. Fan Zheng is sitting in the Dragon chair.

Originally, fan was going to ask father-in-law Dai to do the imperial edict, but after thinking about it, he decided to go to the palace in person.

About that little emperor is already a sick child. What else can he do?

He looked forward to the expression on the little emperor''s face now.

The expression of panic and dying struggle must be very interesting.

In the afternoon, Fan Zheng entered the palace under the name of visiting doctors.

In the dormitory hall, a hundred miles saw the boat lying in bed, his face turned white, showing a morbid state.

Fan Zheng falsely saluted. Before Baili saw the boat speak, he stood up. Obviously, he didn''t pay attention to the sick seedling of Baili saw the boat.

"The emperor is in good health recently. The old minister came to the palace to see the Emperor today. The emperor needs to get well as soon as possible. Daqi still needs the emperor."

A sweet talker. It sounds good. I''m afraid I''d like to see the king of hell earlier.

Bai Li saw that the boat was disgusted, but he had to make a false deal with him.

"Lord fan has a heart. My body will recover soon. Lord fan doesn''t have to worry too much."

While he was talking, Baili saw that the boat was still covering his mouth and nose and coughed violently. When he recovered, his palm had been stained with blood.

Bai Li saw that the boat subconsciously hid her hand under the quilt. Fan Zheng saw this move and was happy in his heart. They had coughed up blood. It seems that the little emperor is dying.

Fan Zheng quickly handed him the handkerchief by the bed. Bai Li saw that the boat took it and wiped his mouth. He smiled at him weakly: "I''m just tired. Why should Lord fan run in person?"

Fan Zheng whispered: "the emperor''s words are bad. The emperor''s Dragon''s health is related to the country, and the old minister naturally cares very much."

Seeing some blood color on the boat''s face, Baili asked, "Lord fan came to the palace today to see me, but there are other things?"

Fan Zheng smiled and said, "there''s really one thing about it."

"If you have anything, don''t hesitate to speak."

"In fact, it''s not a big deal. Now that the emperor is ill in bed, he is naturally powerless to deal with government affairs. The affairs of the court should be handled by others. Lao Chen is brave enough to share his worries for the emperor."

Baili saw the boat with a sneer at the bottom of his heart. Is the fox''s tail really going to show up after hiding for so long?

"What does Mr. Fan mean? Does he want to intervene in the government instead of me?" Baili saw the boat deliberately and said with a straight face.

Fan Zheng directly ignored his anger. He hung his eyes and smiled very treacherously: "why did the emperor say this? I''m afraid the emperor is too tired, so I want to share it for the emperor. I''m a hard worker."

Bai Li saw the boat gnashing his teeth: "hum, Lord fan, you''d better put away your hard work. I''m afraid you can''t afford my hard work!"

Fan Zheng suddenly got up and got close. Bai Li saw that the fist in the boat quilt had been pinched and bruised, but now it was not the time. He still had to endure it.

"Fan Zheng, what are you going to do? Don''t forget your identity, otherwise you can''t afford the consequences of offending the majesty of the emperor!"

Fan Zheng looked up and laughed. If he was really a child with yellow mouth, did he still want to drive him away with the word "identity"?

"When you see the boat for a hundred miles, you still want to give me the score of the son of heaven, but it''s all right. You won''t be there soon."

Fan Zheng smiled grimly. He had been waiting for this day for too long. Seeing that his dream was about to come true, he was really a little excited.

"Presumptuous! I think I''m not only ill, Lord fan. You''re also ill. I''m tired today. Please step back."

Fan Zheng fiercely pulled out the dagger at his waist and put it on the neck of Baili Jianzhou.

"You know what I''m going to do when I see the boat within a hundred miles. Anyway, you''ve been on the throne for a few years. Why don''t you let me sit?"

Seeing the boat for a hundred miles, he was not afraid at all. He just looked down at the dagger and said faintly, "Fan Zheng, do you know that with what you just said, I can connect your nine families!"

"Zhulian nine clans?" Fan Zheng seemed to hear a big joke, with dazzling ridicule at the bottom of his eyes. "You''re dying when you see the boat for a hundred miles. Even if you want to kill me, do you have that ability?"

Fan Zheng''s fangs have been completely exposed, and he can finally speak out his heart without scruples.

He is more suitable to be the emperor of the Qi Dynasty than seeing a boat in a hundred miles!

Seeing that the boat looked up at him, Bai Li was not angry and threatened: "Fan Zheng, are you here today to persecute the palace?"

"So what!" Fan Zheng said without scruples, "you''re dying, and you don''t have children. I''ve worked hard for Daqi for so many years. Who won''t you pass the throne to me?"

Baili saw that the boat raised her arm and pressed it on the gold soft pillow behind her. She said faintly, "Fan Zheng, have you been waiting for a long time today?"