I really want to be a cook

"Right, one more thing."

Zhao Huang called Hai Dagui to stop, and said in a dark voice from behind:

"Who hurt Pan'er, and what conspiracy is behind it, go and find out for me.

My son, not everyone can be hurt! "

"It's Your Majesty!"

Eunuch Hai took the order to retreat, and when he exited the imperial study, his back was covered in cold sweat.

He could feel that following His Majesty's anger, a pair of cold eyes in the imperial study were looking at him.

It seemed that His Majesty gave an order, and the owner of those eyes would rush forward and tear him to pieces.

This is the guardian who suddenly appeared in the imperial study room after the seven-night demon lord competed with the national teacher.

As he has been doing business outside these years and has become more and more carefree and happy, he is no longer the trusted partner of Hai Da at the beginning of His Majesty.

There will be more and more secrets that he doesn't know.

Hai Dagui sighed in his heart, but he didn't regret it. Under the gaze of the cold eyes behind him, he slowly left the palace.

Chapter Seventy Seven Eight Years Later

Fusu Town.

Fifty miles outside the town, there is an unnamed small peak, the scenery is quite beautiful.

Eight years ago, there was a villa named Zhengqi Villa on the peak.

The proprietor is a handsome young man with three beautiful wives and a whole family of eccentric servants.

Needless to say, the owner of the villa is Jiang Ping who suddenly got tired of the world and fled to the mountains to be a salted fish.

this day.

Jiang quietly spent his No.30 fifth birthday in this life.

35 years in a hurry, everything seems like a big dream.

This year is also the No. 20 year when he came to this plausible game world.

This year, he is still youthful and beautiful, his body is full of vitality, his handsome face has not been stained with a trace of time, his eyes are still clear, just like the boy at that time.

This year, his strength has swelled, his experience bar has been full, and he is only a flick of a finger away from the myth of level [-].

This year, he was still a salted fish, living in seclusion, with beauties by his side, wandering freely.

This year, Qiye still hasn't left the customs.

Inside Zhengqi Villa, on the practice field.

Jiang Ping was lying on a rocking chair, with a big parasol on his head, and a small tea table next to him, with steaming sour plum soup and iced bean paste on it.

He picked up the sour plum soup, took a sip comfortably, and sighed:

"Life is really lonely like snow!"

Under the scorching sun, it is really a great joy in life to drink a cup of cold sour plum soup.

Just look at the little kid on the training ground staring at the sour plum soup and swallowing his saliva.

It was a child of seven or eight years old, holding a small unsharpened steel sword, practicing a set of basic sword skills in the scorching sun.

Although he is still a child, he has good facial features, delicate eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth. He is a very handsome young lady. It can be foreseen that if his future does not look crooked, he will be a man who is very pleasing to girls.

And seeing such a handsome child, it is inevitable that he wants to give his mother a hug.

After all, the child is so handsome, how could his mother be so bad.

When Jiang Ping saw the child looking at the sour plum soup in his hand, he swallowed eagerly, and stretched forward with the sour plum soup in his hand:

"Want to drink?"

The child nodded immediately and sweetly called out, "I want to!"

"Then you think about it." Jiang Ping drank the sour plum soup in one gulp, "Practice your sword hard and think of some beautiful things."

The child's face turned bitter, as if he dared not speak out, he raised his small sword and stabbed violently at a wooden figure standing in front of him.

Da da da!

Like a pile driver, the muffled sound can be heard endlessly.

He is obviously just a child, but his strength is really not small.

This wooden figurine, made of hardwood and able to withstand the attacks of high-grade warriors, quickly appeared small white dots under the child's unsharpened sword, and then sawdust flew, and cracks appeared on the wooden figurine .

"drink!"

The child yelled sharply, and stabbed fiercely with the little sword. The basic swordsmanship showed great power in his hands at this moment, and it actually pierced through the wooden man in one hit.

The wooden man who was originally restrained on the ground was also broken free by this blow, and fell back several times in large circles.

Only then did the child stop to breathe, and he did not forget to give Jiang Ping a smug little look.

"Godfather, what about my sword?"

Jiang Ping yawned and lazily said:

"So-so, when your father was your age, this wooden figure was not even scum left in front of him.

How far are you from? "

Out of someone's bad taste, the child was named Dugu Qiubai, a name that doesn't have a hard life or a long life.

He is the son of Murong Xianxian and Dugu Zhengyang.

Since he was three years old, every year, Murong Xianxian would take him away from Shangjing City to Zhengqi Villa to live for a period of time.

This is certainly not a bloody love story.

But Murong Xianxian knows that only by getting along with Jiang Ping can she give her son the best environment.

A godfather has saved her a lot of trouble in Shangjing.

Aside from that, if she didn't have this godfather, how could she have recruited a great Confucian from the Imperial Academy for her son as his first teacher.

And those men who coveted her body, after learning who their son's godfather was, immediately stopped and treated her politely.

Although the price was the rumors outside, she became Jiang Ping's taboo.

And Jiang Ping understood Murong Xianxian's careful thinking, and felt the greatness of maternal love in his heart, but he didn't point it out, so he agreed.

Anyway, he has several godsons now, and he doesn't mind having one more.

And it's also fun to teach the kids once in a while.

The child wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in frustration:

"Really? Is my father really that powerful?"

Jiang Ping nodded: "Nonsense, who didn't know how powerful Sword Demon was back then, if your father hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have died back then.

So, you can't learn from your father, life is the first priority in everything.

But the most important thing is to practice martial arts well. Only when you become better can you not be bullied. "

The child nodded half-understanding: "Oh, I see."

But soon he cheered up and said:

"Godfather, I heard from my mother that you were very powerful in the past, and even Master Wu Zun was your former subordinate. Is it true?"

Jiang Ping waved his hand, with a reserved smile on the corner of his mouth:

"A good guy doesn't mention his bravery back then. It's been a long time ago. Remember not to talk nonsense when you go out. Just know it yourself."

"I must keep it a secret!"

The child's face flushed immediately, and his small eyes were full of excitement, as if he knew a big secret.

Mother really didn't lie to him, Master Wu Zun is really godfather's subordinate.

In this way, isn't he also related to Master Wu Zun?

My classmate Xiaopang just because his uncle is a small official of the Martial Arts Department, he is so arrogant all day long. If others know that his godfather is so powerful, and he is his uncle’s boss. To death?

The child fell into a beautiful fantasy for a while.

"You need to be strong to make iron. Don't think about this and that all day long. You are really good when you are good."

Jiang Ping shamelessly talked about his life philosophy of never hugging his thighs, with a look of good intentions.

"This bowl of iced bean paste is for you, go play with your mother."

Jiang Ping waved his hands.

"Thank you godfather!"

The child picked up the iced bean paste and ran fast. When he went out, he saw a thin and small old man saying hello:

"Grandpa Qiu, I'm going to play!"

Qiu Daoyu nodded with a smile, but didn't say anything.

When the child was far away, Qiu Daoyu restrained his smile, walked quickly to Jiang Ping and said:

"My lord, Zhao Wei has formally formed an alliance!"

Jiang Ping looked as expected, but in fact, he had already obtained first-hand information through the player forum.

"Marquis Zhenbei died. It seems that our emperor, His Majesty, can't hold on anymore."

Eight years ago.

From the moment Princess Pingyang married Qin, Qin and Zhao signed a peace treaty.

History has changed.

The original plot that happened in Jiangping's previous life was that Princess Pingyang finally married Wei, Zhao and Wei signed an alliance, Wei paid a heavy price in exchange for Zhao's support, and then struggled to resist Qin.

But this time, Qin State directly captured Xisha County, which was originally occupied by Wei State, as Zhao State's dowry.

At the same time, due to the existence of the peace covenant, Qin had ample time to prepare.

six years ago.

The repaired Qin army attacked Wei again.

This time Zhao Guo was not idle either. Under the leadership of Zhenbei Hou who had recovered, Zhao Jun also invaded Wei State in one fell swoop with Xisha County as the pedal.

For a time, the state of Wei was under attack from both sides, struggling on the verge of subjugation at any time.

However, the country of Wei has a profound background. Although it was defeated before, it can afford a protracted war.

However, Qin Jun and Zhao Jun are fighting away, and the logistical pressure is very huge. Because they are not in one mind, there are often gaps, so the progress of the capture is not too fast.

Moreover, Zhao Guo found out that something was wrong.

Qin's army is fierce, coupled with the many years of feud with Wei State, the understanding of Wei State is far higher than that of Zhao Jun.

So Zhao Jun fought hard, while Qin Jun captured Wei State much faster than Zhao Jun because of his previous vicious reputation.

If Wei Guo was compared to a piece of fat, it would be that Zhao Jun had just torn off a bite and was still chewing in his mouth, and Qin Jun had two bites.

The more you look at it, the more panicked you become, and the more panicked you are, the less likely you will fight.

In the end, it was Wei Jun who resisted tenaciously, Qin Jun won successively, but Zhao Jun struggled and even suffered losses.

Seeing Zhenbei Hou's memorial, Zhao Huang quit now.

If the fight continues like this, Zhao will suffer heavy losses, and in the end most of the territory will be taken by the Qin army.

When Qin Jun finished digesting Wei's territory, wouldn't it be his turn then.

Zhao Huang has not forgotten that the so-called peace is only ten years away.

It just so happened that Wei Huang also gave Zhao Huang a step down.

That is, the State of Wei decided to cede the three counties to the State of Zhao, and only asked the Zhao army to slow down the attack speed so that they would have time to duel with the Qin army.

As soon as he heard that there was such a good thing, Zhao Huang immediately asked Zhenbeihou to agree.

He may not be able to fight a war, but watching the excitement is not a top two.