I Just Won’t Play by the Book

.. [Optional task completed, reward: psychic +1]

'Psychic? ? ? ’

Jiang Beiran was shocked. It had been six years since he came to the Xuanlong Continent. This was the first time he had obtained this special attribute point.

It really gave him a "feeling of old trees blooming new flowers".

'I can't believe that special attribute points still have deeper potential...'

Compared with attribute points and ordinary skill points, the number of special attribute points triggered can be said to be very few, but the last time a new special attribute point was discovered was three years ago, and the special attribute point obtained that time was [ hidden】.

It's just that most of Jiang Beiran doesn't need to do things secretly, so this special attribute point has never shown any glory.

Like some other special attribute points that strengthen one's own strength, Jiang Beiran has been included in the [Future Expectation] list.

The new special attribute point that has appeared now, if you understand it literally, it is likely to be able to talk to the soul, but it may also be to summon a psychic beast or the like. After all, his style of painting has never been the same as this world. It is reasonable to channel a toad at will.

However, Jiang Beiran prefers the former, because if he can talk to the soul, he can solve the case with just a few questions. It can be said to be quite convenient.

On the other hand, Deng Xianghan, who heard Jiang Beiran say, "Let me think about it again," felt a lot more at ease.

As long as the new emperor in front of her is willing to consider joining the matter with Liang Guo, it will be great news for her. After all, this is the only chance for her to save her life and turn over.

Thinking of this, Deng Xianghan said with a thousand blessings: "I hope the emperor will make a decision soon. After all, I don't know how long I can stay by the emperor's side."

Jiang Beiran, who was thinking about the special attribute point of [Psychic], heard this and couldn't help but glared at Deng Xianghan and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Feeling Jiang Beiran's incomparably sharp eyes, Deng Xianghan couldn't help trembling all over, but he still maintained a calm attitude and saluted: "My concubine has no intention of this, my concubine is just for..."

"Do you think you have control over me?"

As soon as Deng Xianghan's words were half said, Jiang Beiran drank her.

"Concubine..."

Just when Deng Xianghan was about to explain again, Jiang Beiran suddenly took a step forward, forcing Deng Xianghan to take a step back.

"Do you feel that I have no choice but to ask you for help?"

Seeing Jiang Beiran's increasingly ferocious expression, the equanimity on Deng Xianghan's face gradually began to collapse.

Because the current Jiang Beiran is completely different from the one just now, Deng Xianghan can't figure out what the emperor is.

Before Deng Xianghan could figure out what was going on, Jiang Beiran took another step forward, forcing Deng Xianghan to the wall, and at the same time slapped her head next to her.

Looking at Deng Xianghan, whose breath gradually began to rush, Jiang Beiran stared at her and said, "Don't be too smart, and don't be too self-righteous. Between the two of us, only I can always issue orders. Do you understand?"

Deng Xianghan, who was stared at by Jiang Beiran, swallowed a lot of saliva. She was surprised why she was so rude. The man in front of her burst out completely, as terrible as Yin Jianghong.

‘No… even scarier. ’

The new emperor in front of her was just a look, which made her feel the overwhelming pressure, which she had never experienced before.

"Concubine... The concubine is obedient to the imperial edict."

At this moment, Deng Xianghan understood that the new emperor in front of him didn't need her explanation, only her obedience.

"Before getting my permission, if you dare to act rashly, I will let you understand what it means to regret it!"

"I don't dare to be a concubine, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

"That's right." Jiang Beiran smiled slightly, and reached out to pat the gold powder that had just been shaken on her shoulder by the palm of his hand. "Now we can continue to discuss the next cooperation."

Looking at Jiang Beiran with a kind smile on his face, Deng Xianghan, who realized that the pressure had disappeared, felt as if he had just been fished out of the water, and he almost became unsteady for a while.

But looking at Jiang Beiran who was sitting on the dragon couch beckoning to her, Deng Xianghan still walked over.

Seeing Deng Xianghan standing in front of him, Jiang Beiran smiled and asked, "Miss Deng, how old is Fang Ling?"

"The coming spring will be peaches and plums."

'It's almost twenty? ’

Jiang Beiran was a little stunned. He thought that Deng Xianghan was only twenty-eight years old at most, but he didn't expect it to be nineteen.

Realizing that Deng Xianghan was already nineteen, Jiang Beiran glanced at her breasts with regret, thinking that she and Mu Yao should have a good chat.

Although Deng Xianghan, who felt Jiang Beiran's eyes, didn't quite understand the feeling of loss on Jiang Beiran's face, she always felt a little unhappy in her heart... Of course, she never dared to express this unpleasantness.

"It's a pity." Jiang Beiran sighed, "With your figure, it's probably impossible to seduce me with your body. This is too peaceful."

Deng Xianghan, who thought that Jiang Beiran would ask her about Liang Guo, felt a little shy, but replied respectfully: "Your majesty is disappointed by the appearance of the concubine, please forgive me."

"It seems that your father definitely didn't give you anything good to eat when you were young, and that's what made you so thin."

"The meals in the palace are all served by the father-in-law, and they are all delicacies from the mountains and the sea, and they are very greasy, and the concubine does not eat much.

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Feeling that Deng Xianghan didn't have too many mood swings when he heard his mention of his emperor father, Jiang Beiran asked again: "Does your father usually talk to you like I do now?"

Deng Xianghan nodded: "Occasionally one or two."

"What are we talking about?"

Deng Xianghan glanced at Jiang Beiran after listening, and hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, today I let you speak freely. You don't have to worry about too many rules. Let's talk."

Deng Xianghan pondered for a moment and replied, "Dad is good at melody. Sometimes he will play a song with his concubine, sometimes he will fly a kite in the backyard, and sometimes... he will talk about family and country affairs."

'It sounds like Deng Bo is quite fond of this daughter. ’

After creating an atmosphere of small talk, Jiang Beiran continued to ask: "You also understand the affairs of the country?"

"I know a little bit of fur, and most of the time I just sit and listen to my father talking to me."

"What did you hear? Come and listen to me."

"Your Majesty...what do you want to hear?"

"Just chat casually, you don't have to be too cautious."

"Then please go up and let your concubine remember for a moment."

"Okay, you are full of memories, I'm not in a hurry, we have time today."

On the other side, in the study, Mu Yao, who was unintentionally reading a book, grabbed Kong Qianqian who was blowing at the imprint on her pen and asked, "What time is it?"