Joy of Life: I, a man, became the Queen of Northern Qi?

Chapter 180 I’ll fuck you!

As soon as Fan Xian finished speaking, he immediately put aside all unnecessary emotions and stretched out his paw towards the wine glass!

This powerful and straight force is deeply rooted in Wuzhu's charm!
But things would not be so simple. Although Fan Xian acted quickly, Yun Zhilan on the side had already been on high alert for a long time.

The true energy in his body flowed around his body, his eyes shone brightly, and when he turned his wrist, the wine glass was lifted up due to the force, and the tip of the sheathed sword pointed towards Fan Xian's palm, as fast as lightning!
Fan Xian gathered his thoughts. Yun Zhilan's attack was clearly filled with anger. He was planning to cripple one of his arms in one fell swoop!

He changed his grip into a fist, and the domineering true energy condensed in his dantian broke out of his fist and collided with the sword intent of Si Gu. With a thud, the corner of Fan Xian's mouth twitched and he retracted his right fist, while at the same time he stretched out his left hand upwards, as if to embrace the moon.

Yun Zhilan was not surprised when his move was blocked. Even the sheathed sword drew an arc as it loosened and loosened. One hand actually reached above his head, and the sword pressure formed a sharp wall as solid as an iron barrel, which collided with Fan Xian's fists and palms intensively for more than dozens of times in an instant. A fierce wind blew on his face, and he gradually became angry!

This time, Fan Xian really didn't try to suppress the smell of alcohol. He just focused on fighting the enemy, and his face gradually turned red amidst the loud noises like metal. He was already facing the deafening sound waves in front of him, and with the influence of alcohol, Fan Xian looked extremely fierce and terrifying!
In an unprecedented fight, the two forces forced each other and fought to the limit. When there was no gap left, they exploded in the opposite direction.

There was no wind in the hall but waves were three feet high.

The wine glasses kept jumping up like elves, but the officials around them couldn't help but step back, fearing that they would be implicated.

The dazzling martial arts moves and the Qi cultivation that was like rocks and wind arrows made everyone feel like they were truly witnessing the power of a high-level martial artist for the first time, and at the same time, they also got to know Fan Xian in a new way!
How could this kid be so cunning that he could be valued by President Chen?
This girl with soft eyebrows and fine eyes looks nonchalant all day long, but who would have thought that she can be so ferocious and fierce when she fights!
We should avoid provoking him in the future. Don't let him beat us up.
Guo Baokun, who had been beaten by Fan Xian, was watching this scene with gnashing teeth, praying in his heart that Yun Zhilan would beat up this shameless man so that he could vent his anger first: Come on, big brother with the sword! Two more hits! Fan Xian is unarmed, you have to hit me hard!

I don’t know if praying is really useful, but the strong energy waves between the two of them seem to be subsiding. Even a layman can see that Yun Zhilan seems to have the upper hand!
When the wine glass fell for the last time, Fan Xian and Yun Zhilan both groaned. The former's domineering true energy surged with all his strength, and he punched out with a bang; the latter swung his sword with his right hand and pointed his left sword, and amid the panicked exclamations of the women outside the venue, he hit Fan Xian's fist with his left hand.
Snapped--

The sound was so sharp that Fan Xian took a step back. He felt the heat rising in his chest and his stomach felt very uncomfortable!

However, although his face was changing from red to white, his eyes were bright, staring at the falling wine glass.
Yun Zhilan withdrew his left hand expressionlessly and put it behind his back. He then extended his right arm, which had just been free, and brought the tip of the sheathed sword precisely under the wine glass and lifted it up. Everything was just like when the two men first started fighting, without a single mistake!
When everyone looked up, they realized that not even a drop of the liquid in the cup had spilled out. The fight between the two was truly miraculous!

"Good swordsmanship!"

Fan Xian chuckled and pretended to be teasing, without any trace of panic after the defeat.

He acted as if he was drunk at this time, and no one looked down on him.

"So domineering and angry!"

Yun Zhilan was dressed in a tight outfit and was slowly expelling the explosive true energy from his body while speaking. No one knew that his left hand hidden in his sleeve was trembling slightly, accompanied by a slight spasm from time to time. The floor tiles under his feet were even showing tiny cracks like spider webs, which were difficult to detect without careful observation.

Yun Zhilan became more wary of Fan Xian. He raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "Whether it's a toast or a penalty drink, you don't get to drink this one! Fan Xian..."

"you lose!"

Fan Xian rubbed his fists nonchalantly, raised his eyebrows, and laughed, "Do you really think so, Excellency?"

Ok?
Listening to what Master Fan said, could there be some unexpected changes? The officials around looked at each other, not daring to speak or step forward.

Suddenly, Ye Ling'er, who was sitting at the table nearby, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Ruoruo, look!"

The originally quiet hall contrasted with this voice for everyone to hear. Looking in the direction pointed by Miss Ye, Yun Zhilan's right hand was slightly shaking. The strange feeling became stronger and stronger as time passed, until the wine glass became unstable, broke free from the restraint of the scabbard and fell to the ground.
Facing all this, Yun Zhilan just stood there stiffly, without moving at all.

Fan Xian simply raised his hand and the wine glass was in his palm. He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, shouting, "This penalty drink is really great! Drink to win!"

After saying this, he raised the empty cup without a trace of moisture and saluted upwards, which was obviously a response to Zhuang Mohan's previous help to the Dongyi City delegation.

Zhuang Mohan didn't say anything, but responded with a smile, showing that he was very good at cultivating his Qi.

The Iron Judge, who had watched the entire fight, calmly cast his dark and deep eyes towards Fan Xian's waist. He slowly drank a glass of wine before calmly telling the truth: "Rather than saying it was due to the strong true energy, it would be better to say it was a clever poison!"

This sentence finally made everyone get rid of the trance, and suddenly they realized:
"So it was poison?"

"Yes, looking at the state of Yun Zhilan in Dongyi City, isn't he poisoned?"

"Who was the person who just reminded me? That's nonsense! Everyone in the world knows that ninth-rank warriors are no longer afraid of ordinary poisons, let alone the first disciple of Si Gu Jian who has a ninth-rank cultivation level?"

"Sir, you also said that you are not afraid of ordinary poisons, but don't forget where Master Fan came from! There are many kinds of poisons in the three branches of the Supervisory Council. A mere non-lethal poison that only paralyzes a ninth-grade warrior can be as many as you want, right?"

"So, Master Fan won this toast of friendship?"

"That's it. After all, no one ever said we couldn't use poison, right?"

"What you say makes sense!" A Jingzhao official who had little presence asked in a low voice, "But there is one thing I don't know, how did Master Fan bring the poison into the palace?"

"what?"

The people who were still discussing just now turned around and looked at the person who spoke. The official shrank his neck and lowered his head. "You hit the nail on the head! Today is a banquet hosted by His Majesty to receive envoys from other countries. The attendees are all royal nobles, civil and military officials. This little Lord Fan secretly hid poison. Oh~~"

It seemed as if Fan Xian's throat became drier the more he drank. He awkwardly turned his attention to the dragon throne above, waiting for Emperor Qing's decision.

He was unwilling to be poisoned.

If I could beat Yun Zhilan in martial arts, why would I need to go through so much trouble? The problem is that I can't beat him!
It won’t work without poisoning!

Winning the first game, there is still room for Qing to win this game. He said he despised people, why didn't he say that this Si Gu Jian's first disciple was so much older than him? He had so much more time to practice martial arts but fought with himself, which was not fair. The two of them were tied!
"Look." Emperor Qing said gently to the whole audience, "It is said that Fan Xian was gentle and lacked courage in this peace talk, but now it seems that he is daring to win and has many tricks."

"I gave him this glass of wine, so how he drank it was all his own fault. It's not his fault."

The Queen beside her was a little surprised when she heard this, but she didn't understand where this strange feeling came from. It was just that His Majesty was too fond of Princess Chen at that time, and seeing that Fan Xian and Wan'er were going to get married in the future, he was so tolerant out of love for her.

Therefore, she smiled slightly and said softly, "Your Majesty is right. Although Fan Xian is a minister of our dynasty, he is still a junior compared to Master Yun. Even if he is a little naughty, I think Master Yun will not be surprised."

Suddenly, Princess Li Yunrui, who had been watching the show for a long time, spoke.

"Your Majesty, you don't know. Fan Xian was young and had done some bad things in the past, but that was all within his own country. But now he used poison to win the game against the envoys from Dongyi City. It will be hard to say if this gets out!" She ignored the sudden change of color of the Queen and said to Fan Xian with a smile, "Why don't you detoxify Master Yun? Do you think that you can ignore everyone in the world with these tricks?"

"No need to say more, Your Majesty, this time it is indeed the foreign minister who has been defeated!"

Yun Zhilan did not accept Li Yunrui's kindness at all, and just snorted coldly: "This little poison can only hinder me for a moment, there is no need for any antidote!"

He was not stupid. Since Emperor Qing was trying to smooth things over for Fan Xian, he would not be stupid enough to reprimand him afterwards. Regardless of whether Fan Xian used poison or not, he had lost, and he could afford to lose!

Not to mention that this competition was inherently dangerous, what if the two of them were in a real fight? Wouldn't he have died at the hands of the other party?
After expressing his attitude, Yun Zhilan quietly sat back in his seat, raised the wine pot and began to drink by himself, without any intention of speaking again.
Two eunuchs came in from outside the hall with their waists bent. They replaced the broken floor tile in just a few breaths, and left with small steps after they were done. It can be seen that they are well-trained. Even the eunuchs in this deep palace have a hint of military style, which makes people look at them sideways.

Seeing that the minor disturbance was over, the ministers gathered their expressions and were about to stir up the atmosphere again. Before Fan Xian could return to his seat, Zhuang Mohan brushed his sleeves and said softly:
"On this occasion of a grand banquet, with the rulers and ministers of various countries getting along harmoniously and the friendship between the nations being forever strengthened, I have heard that Master Fan is famous for his poetry. How about writing a poem to commemorate the event?"

Fan Xian stood still, his expression looking somewhat impertinent.

What is this for? Why are all these things coming to me today?

First it was a physical fight and now it’s a verbal attack, right?!
But I am the victim!

For example, the previous assassination was instigated by Li Yunrui. Instead of looking for trouble with her, you are shooting at yourself. Do you really think you are easy to bully?
Fan Xian just felt cold all over, but he couldn't
Before he could speak, Emperor Qing said calmly, "Fan Xian."

"Since Master Zhuang has spoken, then you should represent the young generation of Qing Kingdom and perform well. Don't refuse or retreat. If you do well, I will naturally reward you. Even if you don't do well, don't worry. I saw that you were too drunk just now. How about punishing you with wine?"

How many times has His Majesty called Fan Xian by his name tonight? The ministers pricked up their ears and listened, their minds as clear as a mirror. With foreign envoys present, His Majesty should call Fan Xian by his official title. It seems that the relationship between the Fan family and the royal family is indeed unusual!

Moreover, the last sentence can be regarded as partial to protecting Fan Xian. His Majesty's intention is very obvious as he easily resolved Zhuang Mohan's inexplicable attack by punishing him with wine.

After all, this is still a competition between the two countries!

The ministers all echoed loudly, knowing that His Majesty wanted to respond to Northern Qi and at the same time give Fan Xian a chance to rise to fame and prominence.
The scene suddenly became lively again in a different way.

Fan Xian was also a little dazed at this time. This was not a disguise, but he was really a little drunk.

He laughed at himself, bowed and said slowly: "Your Majesty, those are just sour words. How dare I embarrass myself in front of Mr. Zhuang?"

In the eyes of everyone, what Master Fan said was a little too modest.

Although Fan Xian has not written any other poems in the past few months, the artistic conception of the line "I am often a guest in a sad autumn thousands of miles away" has already dealt a heavy blow to the arrogance of the Northern Qi literary world. This young Master Fan is still too conservative and cautious!

The ministers shook their heads and had a slightly changed opinion of Fan Xian.

The second prince, Li Chengze, stood up with admiration and said, "Fan Xian's literary reputation is already well known in the country. I was lucky enough to be there when he wrote "Climbing the High Tower" that day, so I was able to witness the birth of this masterpiece!"

"With such talent and learning, who in the world can compare with him? Do you think Fan Xian is making a fool of himself?"

Fan Xian naturally noticed the unusual look in the Second Prince's expression when he turned around. It was both appreciation and a warning.

Even the Crown Prince and the Princess provoked him at the right time, and lifted Fan Xian up to a high place, making it impossible for him to come down. Until the end, Emperor Qing nodded slowly in silence.
Now that things have come to this, what else can be done?
This is cutting off my own retreat. Am I so sure that I can't write a good sentence like "Climbing the High Tower" in a short period of time? Although I feel a little awkward, I may have to do plagiarism again tonight to turn danger into safety!

After another glass of wine, Fan Xian's mind was filled with thoughts. After a moment, his eyes paused, his face was full of smiles, his lips slightly parted, and he chanted: "Singing to the wine, how long is life? It is like the morning dew, and the past days are full of suffering."

After Fan Xian finished speaking the first two sentences, everyone in the hall fell silent. No one dared to make any noise to disturb Fan Xian's thoughts. Even some of the wine glasses held in the air froze in their places. Some of the ministers had wine in their mouths but forgot to swallow it, leaving only the wine rolling in their throats.
The scene seemed very strange for a moment!
However, the Iron Judge looked at Fan Xian's final smug look and said in his heart: The crime of plagiarism is as shameless as mine!
This "Short Song" is a masterpiece by Prime Minister Cao. Fan Xian deleted and modified a few sentences to make it suitable for the current situation.

However, Fan Xian plagiarized Prime Minister Cao's poems, while I did what Prime Minister Cao did. I wonder who is more despicable between the two?
After thinking about it, the Iron Judge actually made himself laugh. This deity was shameless in public, which was a little better than Fan Xian.
"The mountains never tire of being high, the sea never tires of being deep. When the King of Wei is defeated, the whole world will be at peace."

The world was divided and collapsed because of the Emperor of Wei, which affected the people, while the Kingdom of Qing became stronger and more loyal because of the Emperor. Such a clever idea really touched Li Yunqian's heart.

Seeing His Majesty's satisfied expression, the ministers in the brightly lit grand Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests burst into huge cheers:
"What a poem!"

"Master Xiao Fan is so quick-witted, it's rare in the world!"

"Humph! I want to see who dares to look down on the literary world of Qing after today!"

"That's right, the title of barbarian should have been removed long ago. If anyone calls me that again in the future, I will definitely slap him in the face!"

Emperor Qing was also pleased to see Fan Xian's passionate and carefree demeanor. He looked sideways at Zhuang Mohan and asked softly, "What do you think of this poem, sir?"

Zhuang Mohan remained calm upon hearing this. Although he was also in awe of Fan Xian's poetic talent, he relied on his own profound knowledge. He was indeed not famous for his poetry, but he was qualified to appreciate and comment on it.

"It is indeed an excellent work." He first praised Fan Xian, and after savoring the wine for a while, he gave his verdict: "The whole piece is of high quality. Although there are some interruptions in the artistic conception, it cannot hide the heroic and open-minded feeling. It is rare! Rare!"

Hearing the word "rarely" twice in a row made Fan Xian blush.

The place where the artistic conception of the poem was interrupted was exactly where he deleted and modified the original text to make adjustments. This Zhuang Mohan really has real talent and knowledge, and he cannot be compared with those half-baked people in the court.

It is also difficult for me to be able to replace the words and allusions in the text in such a short time. This is what is rare!
This literary attack should be over. Fan Xian smiled slightly, bowed again, and then staggered towards his seat.

The atmosphere in the room became more heated, and everyone was discussing the poem just now. Emperor Qing just let them do so, smiling without saying anything. When Fan Xian just sat down, he almost fell down because of the eldest princess' words.

Only heard:
"Mr. Zhuang's talent is amazing, and your country has produced a great scholar like Empress An. But I think that in terms of poetry alone, no one in Northern Qi can surpass Mr. Fan!"

Fan Xian forced himself to remain calm and not show any abnormality. He looked at Li Yunrui with vicious eyes and his lips moved silently.

If there was someone who could read lips, they should be able to tell what Fan Xian said.
——Fuck you!

(End of this chapter)