The Great Xia Dynasty's Longevity Begins with Connecting to the Swallowed Starry Sky

Seeing Fan Xian being questioned and ridiculed, he then said he wanted to write a poem.

Qin Hao almost died laughing.

Despite being a liberal arts student in his previous life, Fan Xian's calligraphy was absolutely appalling.

Qin Hao is different in this respect.

He wrote both Yan and Liu styles of calligraphy quite well, and he even passed the imperial examination.

It's important to know that the imperial examinations had very high requirements for the candidates.

First, you can't make typos, and you can't write illegibly.

In addition, your poor handwriting will give the examiner a bad impression from the start.

Therefore, his excellent handwriting was also a strong guarantee that he was able to become the top scholar in the imperial examination.

However, Fan Xian also had his own strategy. He asked Fan Ruoruo to transcribe the text for him, which saved him the trouble of writing it himself.

Look at Fan Ruoruo's handwriting; it's much better than that of many men present.

It should be noted that many of those present had undergone the imperial examinations, and their calligraphy skills were far inferior to Qin Hao's.

But it's also very good.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen leaves are rustling down, the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. I am often a guest in the sad autumn thousands of miles away, and I am alone on the stage for a hundred years due to illness. The hardship and hatred have made my hair white, and I have just stopped drinking muddy wine in my poverty."

The appearance of a poem stunned everyone present.

The people present all came from good backgrounds.

Although I may not be able to compose very good poems, I at least have the ability to appreciate them.

Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Xian with the eyes of a fangirl, unaware that he was also feeling quite embarrassed inside.

Knowing there might be another time traveler, whose intentions were unclear, he concealed his identity, hiding in the shadows and constantly watching him.

Fan Xian was still somewhat worried, but he was mostly concerned about the possibility of social death.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Poet Saint, but I need to borrow your poem for a moment."

Qin Hao was in a corner, copying the text.

One has to admit that the poems of the Sage of Poetry are indeed excellent.

However, when Fan Xian, that greenhorn, made it, it was a bit of a hodgepodge.

However, this poem is so good that it still manages to awe people.

Some people doubted whether Fan Xian was the author of this poem, to which Fan Xian retorted, "Then may I ask, sir, where have you seen this poem before?"

If you haven't seen it, don't compare.

Fan Xian was also somewhat helpless, thinking that there might be other time-traveling companions secretly watching him and trying to kill him.

He felt a little irritated.

These people kept asking questions, and his tone unconsciously carried a hint of anger.

Who is afraid of whom?
Although his father was only the Vice Minister of Revenue, he was extremely trusted because he was Emperor Qing's childhood friend and his grandmother was Emperor Qing's wet nurse.

Although he was only a Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he did the work of the Minister of Revenue, and naturally held power.

Not to mention, Fan Jian also holds military power over the Tiger Guard army.

In addition, he can also command the Red Armor Knights.

Among these people present, some may have family titles higher than the Earl of Sinan, or official positions higher than the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

But when it comes to a real confrontation, the Fan family is not intimidated at all.

For example, in the original novel, Fan Xian beat up Guo Baokun, and the prefect of the capital sent people to arrest him.

At that time, Aunt Liu, a mere concubine, dared to refuse the other party. If Fan Xian hadn't been willing to go himself, the people of the capital city would never have been able to take him away.

At this moment, Fan Xian was not intimidated by his opponent at all.

Although everyone present was from a privileged background, they looked down on Fan Xian's status as an illegitimate child, but dared not actually do anything about it.

Today's match seems to be designed to make things difficult for Fan Xian.

In reality, the Second Prince wanted to win over Fan Xian, but his ultimate target was none other than Lord Sinan, Fan Jian.

These people didn't dare to actually offend Fan Xian.

So their attention turned to Qin Hao.

"Compiler Qin Hao of the Hanlin Academy, you were also a top scholar in your time, and your poetry was quite good. What do you think of this poem?"

Some people set their sights on Qin Hao.

Qin Hao was taken aback at first, but he instantly understood what these people were thinking.

They dared not offend Fan Jian's power.

Including those who came today, everyone vaguely knew that this was a scheme orchestrated by the Second Prince.

They dared not offend the Second Prince.

Although they despised Fan Xian's identity, they dared not offend him for the sake of the Second Prince.

But they look down on Fan Xian, so someone else has to play the villain.

Qin Hao had already offended the Second Prince and His Majesty during the Deer Cry Banquet.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed in the Hanlin Academy as a compiler.

You should know that even if a top scorer in a subject performs poorly, they should be demoted after a few years.

However, Qin Hao's official position seemed to be stuck, refusing to budge.

Qin Hao understood all this and naturally laughed.

He already had a general understanding of these things before he came.

His smile was open and honest, and coupled with his handsome appearance, even if he was mocking someone, it wouldn't cause too much offense.

These people already harbored some dark thoughts, so when they saw Qin Hao's smile, they immediately felt ashamed of themselves.

Those who have ambitions in the imperial court will naturally rush to flatter these people.

But Qin Hao was content with his lot and stayed in the Hanlin Academy for many years, reading books every day, and it is said that he was even revising books.

It seems he has no interest in having a future in the imperial court.

Therefore, it's not easy for these people to control him.

It's easier to manage things if you have desires and wants.

Being without desires or wants is like being a hedgehog, making it impossible for anyone to bite you.

However, Qin Hao considered that he wanted to see Fan Xian die, so he didn't care about these things.

He didn't answer these second-generation rich kids, but looked directly at Fan Xian and smiled.

Upon seeing that smile, Fan Xian instinctively felt a chill run down his neck.

He always felt like he was prey being watched, and that a knife might fall at any moment.

"Could this person be the time traveler?"

But that's not right.

Fan Xian felt something was amiss; Sihailou was doing so well.

However, Qin Hao appeared to be completely powerless, with no trace of true energy on his body.

He was just a scholar, with no power whatsoever.

Moreover, Fan Ruoruo had just told him about the other party's identity.

Top scorer.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

He does have some talent when it comes to martial arts.

But when it comes to studying literature, there's nothing that can be done.

Fan Xian was self-aware; although he was a liberal arts student, he could copy some poems.

But the imperial examinations didn't just test these; they also included the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as policy essays.

Qin Hao's ability to win the top scorer title means that he is the best in these aspects at the time.

Qin Hao doesn't have any special background, so generally speaking, he wouldn't be able to get into the top 10.

Even if someone does make it to the top, they'll usually be given the title of "third-place winner".

Who can blame him for being so handsome?

He was given the title of top scholar and placed in the Hanlin Academy, but he never received a promotion.

Clearly, he had offended someone.

Fan Ruoruo said softly, "He refused the Second Prince at the Deer Banquet."

One sentence says it all.

Moreover, it allowed Fan Xian to learn something even deeper.

The second prince seems to be quite favored by Emperor Qing.

But this situation in the court is somewhat strange.

The eldest prince was commanding troops in the field, while the second prince and the crown prince were the only adult princes.

The emperor's throne seems to be the object of their power struggle.

Emperor Qing watched the fire from across the river.

"Although there aren't enough people, isn't this just like the situation of the Nine Princes vying for the throne?"

Fan Xian suddenly realized that Emperor Qing might not be such a good person after all.

He also had some doubts about Ye Qingmei's death.

How could someone die when the Supervisory Council has already been established?

Uncle Wuzhu said he had forgotten many things, and Fan Xian didn't know where to ask about them.

Just then, Qin Hao chuckled and said, "It's a good poem."

The first four lines describe the scenery, recounting what one sees and hears from the heights, closely adhering to the characteristics of autumn and depicting the desolate and empty landscape along the river.

The first couplet presents a close-up view of a specific area, while the second couplet presents a panoramic view of the entire scene.

The last four lines express the author's feelings upon climbing to a high place, and revolve around his own life experiences, expressing his sorrow at being poor, old and sick, and living in exile.

The third couplet laments the author's own fate, revealing the metaphorical, symbolic, and suggestive meanings implied in the first four lines' description of the scenery;
The final couplet elaborates further, concluding with a self-image of decline, sorrow, and illness.

The poem is concise and refined, with parallelism throughout, and even internal parallelism within the first two lines, fully demonstrating that Du Fu had reached a state of mastery in the use of poetic language and rhythm in his later years.

The poem is indeed a good poem.

Qin Hao looked at Fan Xian with a mischievous glint in his eyes and asked with a smile, "However, the poem is about the feelings of old age and illness. Young Master Fan is only sixteen years old and is in the best years of his life. How could he have so many feelings?"

He was still so heartbroken, lamenting his unfulfilled potential.

Perhaps, Young Master Fan intends to participate in the imperial examination a year from now?

what?
Fan Xian hadn't thought about any of this before; he just wanted to show off.

Who told these people to ostracize him before?

We'll teach these people a lesson and let them experience the terror of another world's poet saint.

He doesn't even have the surname Fan.

However, now that Qin Hao had asked him a question, Fan Xian was at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly: "Actually, these are just some of my personal experiences."

After all, experience isn't necessarily about age; it can also be about mindset.

It's a bit far-fetched, but fortunately no one asked any further questions.

Fan Xian took the opportunity to make an excuse and went to the outhouse first.

Qin Hao knew that Fan Xian was going to find the Chicken Leg Girl.

It's just puzzling why Fan Xian would think that a poetry gathering held at the Jingwang Mansion would invite all the noble ladies.
Qin Hao stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Since the poetry gathering has ended, please forgive me for taking my leave in advance."

He had no other excuse, nor did he mention that something was wrong at home.

He was making it clear to these people that he didn't want to stay.

Immediately, many people glared at them angrily.

Qin Hao didn't care at all. These people were all second-generation rich kids; apart from their status, they didn't even hold any official positions. So Qin Hao didn't care about their status, and they had no way to keep Qin Hao around.

"Who is it?"

Someone complained, and someone even suggested, "When we get back, I'll have my dad report him to the authorities."

But no one responded to him.

He also realized that Qin Hao usually didn't even have the right to attend court.

He always stayed in the Hanlin Academy. What were they discussing?
Lack of ambition?
malfeasance?

Isn't this a joke?
After Qin Hao went out, he turned around and went to the backyard, where he saw Fan Xian and the Second Prince confronting each other.

Although Fan Xian is only a seventh-rank official, he can use the power of Confucianism and Taoism to control domineering true qi, and the power he can unleash is also very strong.

Moreover, Xie Bi'an also needs to protect the Second Prince, and what the Second Prince wants to do is to win over Fan Xian, thereby achieving his goal of winning over Fan Jian.

So this seemingly dangerous situation is actually extremely safe.

Qin Hao looked at the Second Prince's face. He seemed virtuous, but in reality, he was narrow-minded and lacked magnanimity.

"His capacity is only good on the surface. In reality..."

He shook his head.

Qin Hao felt that if the Second Prince were just from a wealthy family, he might be able to defend the city.

As for expansion?
That's not his ability.

Seeing the Second Prince leave, Fan Xian continued his search and actually found Lin Wan'er.

The two poured out their hearts to each other, one feeling that the other was of low status and might just be a maid, while the other claimed to be a pageboy.

Qin Hao couldn't help but chuckle.

Fortunately, he was already a Grandmaster, so the sound didn't get carried out.

You can tell just by looking at their clothes and the fact that they can move freely within the Prince Jing's residence.

Is this something a maid or page could do?
The clothes she wore were all made of silk, and the workmanship was also of the highest quality.

Whose maids and pageboys receive such treatment?

Qin Hao had no idea whether Fan Xian's brain, being that of a time traveler, would turn into a love-struck idiot and lose its mind when he met someone he liked.

He shook his head, not thinking much of it.

He didn't go far; he waited outside for a while and then discovered that Fan Xian had left the Prince Jing's residence.

Then he went straight to the Censorate.

At the entrance, Fan Xian saw the inscription left by Ye Qingmei.

"I hope that the laws of Qing Kingdom will be established for the benefit of the people, without tolerating the noble or depriving the poor, without causing unjust grievances or imposing crimes, and that the law will be respected like a sword to dispel superstitions and not to seek divine intervention."
I hope that the people of Qing Kingdom will have truth to follow, know etiquette, uphold benevolence, not judge success or failure by money, not succumb to power, sympathize with the weak, hate injustice, be resolute in times of crisis, and constantly reflect on themselves when no one is around.
I hope that there will be no more oppression and bondage in this world, and that everyone born into this world will have the right to live, the right to freedom, and the right to happiness.

I hope that one day, all people will be born equal, without distinction of high or low. Protecting life and pursuing light is my heart's desire. Despite countless twists and turns, I will not be afraid to move forward. Born equal, everyone is like a dragon. "

Looking at Fan Xian's longing expression, you can tell that he was also deeply moved by Ye Qingmei.

But Qin Hao shook his head: "A female student majoring in science and engineering actually expressed the aspirations of a liberal arts student. However, a scholar's rebellion will not succeed in ten years. Ye Qingmei underestimated Emperor Qing's ambition and overestimated herself."

Qin Hao does not deny Ye Qingmei's ambition, but he does not approve of her actions.

In the end, things went astray.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that Ye Qingmei gave birth to a son for Emperor Qing alone shattered Qin Hao's worldview.

Renren Rulong would never be someone's mistress.

Qin Hao turned and left; he could predict what would happen next.

Fan Xian's arrival here was actually all according to Chen Pingping's plan. He was just a puppet, following someone else's plan step by step.

If the Second Prince and the Crown Prince are Emperor Qing's puppets, then Fan Xian is Chen Pingping's.

Chen Pingping is a very cunning and shrewd man.

Originally, he was wholeheartedly trying to fulfill Ye Qingmei's ambition.

Little did anyone know that a moment of carelessness sixteen years ago would lead to Ye Qingmei's death.

He turned all his attention to Fan Xian, and of course, he was also investigating why Ye Qingmei had died.

Emperor Qing was well aware of this.

But Chen Pingping was too capable, and he needed Chen Pingping.

Emperor Qing, being the fourth Grandmaster, was overly confident in his own strength. He was certain that even if Chen Pingping schemed against Wushuang, he could not possibly outmaneuver him.

His confidence was justified; no matter how capable Chen Pingping was, he still had the trump card that Ye Qingmei had given him.

In the end, they were outmaneuvered and failed to defeat Emperor Qing.

Qin Hao suddenly felt that perhaps he could help.

On Chen Pingping's wheelchair were two shotguns left behind by Ye Qingmei, which were extremely powerful against ordinary ninth-rank masters.

However, it was not enough against Emperor Qing, who was a Grandmaster.

In this world, a Grandmaster is like a god.

Taking the enemy general's head from among ten thousand troops is as easy as taking something out of a bag; that's what a grandmaster is all about.

There are so many things a Grandmaster can do.

After thinking it over, Qin Hao waited until evening and came to the Supervisory Council again.

Soon, he found Chen Pingping hiding in the Supervisory Council.

"Didn't you say you weren't here? Sure enough, what seems real is actually fake, and what seems fake is actually real. Those who scheme are all wicked at heart."

Qin Hao didn't pay any attention. Looking at the wheelchair next to him, he took it apart and modified it.

Chen Pingping knows how to use this thing, but he doesn't understand the underlying principles.

Qin Hao reinforced the shotgun in the wheelchair, increasing the number of bullets inside by a hundredfold.

"Not bad, not bad. If it's not enough in the future, we can add more."

Anyway, Chen Pingping only knew the facts but not the reasons behind them, so he just used it haphazardly.

Actually, there were still many bullets here, but Chen Pingping hid them all.

Qin Hao didn't add any more; it would only be revealed when he used it.

But Chen Pingping only wanted to find the ferocious beast that killed Ye Qingmei at the moment, so this backup plan was basically impossible to use.

This 100 times should be enough.

Let's see if Chen Pingping can kill Emperor Qing.

Qin Hao didn't care whether Emperor Qing lived or died.

Take it slow.

He went to look again and successfully found Barrett's bullets.

"This is what Fan Ruoruo will rely on to become a sniper in the future."

Qin Hao wondered what would happen to Fan Ruoruo's path as a sniper if he took all these sniper bullets with him.

He smiled, but didn't actually mischievously take it away.

This Barrett sniper rifle is indeed useful; it poses a threat even to Grandmasters.

But not to him.

Moreover, Qin Hao is not afraid of death; as long as his true spirit is safe, he can be resurrected.

Moreover, he possesses three bodies in one form; even if he loses one, he can be resurrected at any time.

So let Fan Ruoruo threaten the other Grandmasters.

It doesn't matter if it's none of your business.

Qin Hao wasn't worried at all.

Meanwhile, after Fan Xian returned, he met with Teng Zijing, but things seemed a bit strange.

"According to the case file, your wife and children have passed away."

"How could this be!" Teng Zijing was furious and about to go berserk when Fan Xian said quietly, "However, according to Wang Qinian, your wife and children seem to have mysteriously disappeared."

He investigated, but when he arrived at the location, he was forced to retreat.

That place was too mysterious for him to go.

Ok?
Teng Zijing was taken aback: "He's from the Overwatch Council, is there anywhere he wouldn't dare go?"

Fan Xian said, "It's not about the Surveillance Bureau. He told me that he originally intended to hide your family's identities and keep them hidden. But later, your wife and children seemed to have encountered some trouble. They were being chased and killed, and they fled to that place. It seems that those people were also killed."

Fan Xian also found it strange at this moment.

After discussing it, the two decided to go out and search together.

As we walked into the countryside, we discovered that the security here was indeed very tight.

"Wait, this place?"

Fan Xian has a strong sense of perception. Ever since he obtained that Confucian and Taoist aura, all five senses seem to have been enhanced.

At that moment, many people were watching them from the shadows.

Those gazes seemed almost tangible, making him feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

Teng Zijing was also a skilled member of the Surveillance Bureau, so he naturally noticed it as well.

"Who goes there? What brings you to our Four Seas Manor?"

Those lurking in the shadows seemed to notice that the newcomer was somewhat strange and possessed great strength.

They asked.

This serves both to identify them and to warn anyone who comes.

But those words gave Fan Xian a piece of information.

This is the Sihai Manor, which means that this place might be related to the Sihai Tower.

"Old Teng, don't be impulsive. Let's ask first."

Fan Xian thought that if this place was really related to Sihai Tower, then the person behind it might be the time traveler?

He stopped Teng Zijing and stepped forward to negotiate: "We're here to investigate my brother's family..."

He revealed Teng Zijing's wife and children, also as a test to see if these people had truly saved them.

In addition, it was also a way to test how these people treated him.

But the reactions of these people were beyond Fan Xian's expectations.

They did not treat Fan Xian with any special treatment, but some of them remembered the mother and son, and someone immediately led them the way: "They had escaped to the outside of our manor, so our people rescued them."

However, our manor is the private property of our owner, so we found them a place on the outskirts and settled them in.

You can go and look for them, but I'll give you one last reminder: neither you nor they are allowed to enter the inner perimeter of our manor.

otherwise……"

Although nothing too offensive was said, the warnings and threats in his words were very real.

Fan Xian hadn't figured out the other party's background at first, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

Besides, the other party did indeed save Teng Zijing's wife and children. If they were to make any further underhanded moves, they would be acting like petty people.

Fan Xian may not be a great man, but he does have his own bottom line.

He wanted to test the person behind Sihailou, but he wouldn't do anything without any bottom line.

"You, you're back?" Teng Zijing's wife, who was spinning yarn, suddenly saw Teng Zijing return and her eyes filled with tears.

"How are you?"

After they poured out their hearts to each other, Teng Zijing was also somewhat moved, and her eyes even reddened.

The lady shook her head and then nodded, saying, "It's alright, the owner behind this manor is a kind person."

When my child and I fled here, we were almost killed.

It was the owner who drove the people away and then had them settle here for me.

Actually, there are several other families in the same situation not far away, and he gave us a way to make a living.

"Look at this spinning machine, it's much better than our old one. I can spin enough for my family of three to live on in a day..." (End of Chapter)