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

Chapter 183 The huge vegetable market in the palace!

"His Majesty."

explain? how to explain?

Could it be that I was also being used by the other party?

"This man is undoubtedly the Iron Judge, and his presence here tonight was also my idea. He has always been a member of the Supervisory Council of Qing State. He was in Northern Qi just to explore some intelligence and collect some information."

There are still envoys from Northern Qi and Dongyi City in the hall, but Chen Pingping still said bluntly: "Killing officials is just an act to disrupt the civil strife in the Northern Dynasty. After all, before the peace talks, there are always some frictions and precautions between countries. I believe that Mr. Langtao and Master Yun Zhilan can understand it, right?"

"So according to what you said, the Iron Judge has returned to Qing Kingdom after completing his mission?"

Li Yunqian looked at Chen Pingping with a half-smile on his face and said sarcastically, "It seems that the number of Northern Qi officials who died at his hands is not as many as that killed by Queen An. So was this mission completed or not?"

Chen Pingping rolled up his sleeves, pushed his wheelchair to the center, sat down, bowed, and saluted.

Afterwards, he straightened up, looked back at Emperor Qing and said, "It is my fault. I never expected that Queen An would be so decisive!"

"Mr. Langtao and Master He are both here now. If Your Majesty has any questions, you can ask them."

After saying this, Chen Pingping turned around and saluted the chief and deputy envoys of Northern Qi, saying, "I hope you two can answer my questions."

Lang Tao and He Daoren looked at each other and could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

If they hadn't known that this Iron Judge was the Queen's man, they would have believed Chen Pingping's words for a moment.
Retracting his gaze, Lang Tao was the first to respond in a deep voice: "Of course."

After saying this, he stared at the Iron Judge with a gloomy face, as if he wanted to personally kill this villain who had brought chaos to Northern Qi. It was quite dramatic.
"Hahaha, I am really enjoying the excitement tonight~"

"Searching for intelligence and gathering information." Emperor Qing paused for a moment, exuding an inexplicable aura of power, as if he would not tolerate anyone deceiving him. He looked at Judge Tie coldly, "Judge Tie, were those poems you just discussed with Fan Xian the ones you collected in Northern Qi?"

"good."

Unlike other ministers, Judge Tie was not as respectful as he was. Apart from the smile just now, he showed no other emotions.

He took out a booklet from his bosom and said aloud, "All the poems on it were written by the Queen of Qi. I spent some effort to get them. A large part of what Master Fan recited just now was written by Queen An. If there are any that are not mentioned, I think they are Master Fan's 'hard work', right?"

It really took him a lot of effort. When I gave him the book, I muttered a lot.
I also asked him to help recall the poems.

It's so annoying!

Li An racked his brains to recall the poems in the booklet. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian's digitized memory was so strong that he could recite some of his unconventional works from his previous life. Even the Iron Judge, who was Li An's clone, heard it for the first time!
With a flick of his wrist, the booklet flew straight into Fan Xian's hands and was caught steadily by him.

After a quick look, Fan Xian had an idea in his mind, but his expression changed inexplicably - it seemed that Li An'er was a poor student in his previous life.

That's an extracurricular poetry collection that you don't even read!
With a change of thought, Fan Xian handed the booklet to Eunuch Hou, who presented it to Emperor Qing for his perusal.

Silence returned to the magnificent hall once again.

The ministers looked at Fan Xian as if he were a god. Combined with what Lord Fan had just said in the palace, they all speculated whether these poems were truly created under the interaction between heaven and man?
Was it the voice of the temple that was received by Fan Xian?
Perhaps, there are indeed child prodigies in this world who can write those shocking poems without experiencing the world. What did that scene just now prove? That is the skill that only the immortal poet has!
Fan Xian is one, and so is the Queen of Northern Qi!
Just based on this poem, the ministers found it hard to believe that anyone could surpass these two people.
At this moment, no one in the hall cared who plagiarized whom.

Too messy!

But no matter how you look at it, Zhuang Mo, Han Zhuang and everyone else had lied before!
Unable to help but look at Zhuang Mohan, their eyes revealed some genuine disappointment, pity and contempt, knowing that this generation of literary masters had lost their dignity today and their half-life literary reputation had been ruined!

Zhuang Mohan looked back and forth at Fan Xian, then at the Iron Judge, as if he could see Li An far away in Northern Qi through him. His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had seen a monster. There was some regret in his eyes, and the light dimmed.

Suddenly, he felt an unusual tightness in his chest and quickly covered his face with his long sleeves. He endured it again and again, but in the end, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Mr. Zhuang!"

"teacher?"

"Quick, quick, call the imperial physician!"

The ministers did not expect Zhuang Mohan to be so shameless. Their eyes were so powerful that they could make people vomit blood. They immediately became busy.

As the envoy of Northern Qi, Lang Tao naturally couldn't let the "national treasure" get into trouble here, so he quickly stood up and walked to Zhuang Mohan, fed him a pill prepared by the queen, and then stroked his back with both hands to circulate his true energy to clear his meridians and dissolve the power of the medicine.

After a long time, when the imperial physician arrived, he released Zhuang Mohan, who had regained his stability, and returned to his seat.

"The written poems are in front, and they are what you brought back from Northern Qi, and Fan Xian recited them in the back. It is easy to judge who the author of these poems is." Emperor Qing stared at the Iron Judge expressionlessly, and did not care about Zhuang Mohan, and slowly put down the book in his hand.

This is an open conspiracy. Even though we know the other party is talking nonsense, we can't find any mistakes.

Li An'er is also interesting. He expected that Fan Xian would gain great fame tonight and did not miss the opportunity. He was well prepared. Even though he was in Shangjing, he still wanted to get a piece of the pie!

A tough opponent.
Seeing Emperor Qing looking at him, Judge Tie looked back without showing any weakness, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Ok?
Could it be that my true level of cultivation was seen through by him?
Emperor Qing was suspicious, but after thinking about it, he slowly shook his head. He had never fought since he broke through the Grandmaster level on the battlefield. There was no one else in the world who knew his strengths and weaknesses except Hong Sixiang. As for whether Hong Sixiang would betray him,
There is no need to think too much about this.

It is expected that the Iron Judge would behave in such a provocative manner, perhaps because he was arrogant and proud of his own powerful strength and did not take the imperial power seriously.

After all, so many corrupt officials have been killed by him, so there is no need for me, an "ordinary person" with greater power, to be too afraid?

"Fan Xian."

Seeing that the boy in the room had started drinking again, and that he only managed to bow his hands in a perverse manner in response to his name being called, Emperor Qing smiled and asked, "Since you have such talent, why don't you show it off more often?"

"Your Majesty." Fan Xian swayed left and right, appearing to be much more relaxed. In fact, he was very grateful in his heart. Fortunately, Queen An's knowledge was not comprehensive, otherwise he would not have copied half of it tonight but the whole thing. He responded as if he was drunk: "Poetry is just a leisure thing to cultivate sentiment, not a tool for fighting and ruthlessness. How can I show too much of it?"

These words stabbed Zhuang Mohan's heart, which had just recovered a little.

Zhuang Mohan shuddered, and finally just sighed softly. "My queen, my queen, so your previous reminder has come true here?"
With such means, can his brother really return home safely?

Even if I go back, will there be a good ending?
This night was destined to be no ordinary night. At the end of the banquet, Emperor Qing finally walked out in anger. After all, there was not a single word of truth in the whole dinner, so what was the point?
The ministers led their families out of the palace gradually. As they left, they were still talking with great interest about what had happened in the palace, and they were very excited.

What a big melon!

First, Fan Xian got drunk and recited nearly a hundred poems, full of high spirits; then an iron judge jumped out and gave information, sharing half of tonight's charm on behalf of the Queen of Da Qi; the great man Zhuang Mohan sadly withdrew from the literary world, which can be said to be the fall of a superstar!
The whole process vaguely revealed some details about the temple.

At least, the word "BJ" was remembered by everyone and became a topic of conversation in the future.

There is too much information, and they say they are very full.

I believe that with the diplomatic corps of the two countries and officials from Qing Kingdom bringing tonight’s scene to the world, it will soon be known to the world and the whole world will be shocked!

In view of Fan Xian's performance tonight, everyone called him a man of both civil and military talents, and he was even more similar to Queen An of Northern Qi, and was vaguely known as the Immortal Poet and the Sage Poet!
There are always so few words to praise people.

After all, those poems have different scenes, emotions, and writing styles. To create so many conflicting, emotionally intense and different masterpieces in one night, and for them to be natural and seamless, what else can one do but be an immortal?
Could it be that Fan Xian is a madman?

But no matter which one it is, it proves that these two people are not easy to mess with. I don't know whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Second Prince will continue to recruit Fan Xian in the future. It's intriguing.——
On the carriage back to the Fan Mansion, Fan Ruoruo held a small basin and did her best to take care of Fan Xian, patting her brother's back from time to time, trying to make him feel better.

Fan Xian's head swayed from time to time as the carriage moved forward, which made Fan Ruoruo feel distressed.

He was about to remind Wang Qinian who was driving the carriage outside, but he gave up because he was worried that he would disturb his brother.

Suddenly, Fan Xian opened his eyes abruptly, grabbed the iron basin from his sister's hand and vomited violently! There was nothing else in his stomach, only wine, which poured out in a rush. The strong smell of wine made people frown.

Fortunately, the curtains of the car were wide open to let in the air, and the tea handed to him by his sister made Fan Xian feel much more relaxed. He regained a bit of consciousness and took out the hangover pills from his arms. He didn't care how many, he tilted his head back and swallowed them in big gulps!

"Wang Qinian!"

"Sir!" Wang Qinian's suppressed voice came from outside.

"What time is it now?"

"It's past the second update!"

Fan Xian silently calculated the time, thinking that he had to go back home to create an alibi for himself. These sobering pills should be able to exert their medicinal effects.

He raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "Are you all ready?"

"Don't worry, sir. Everything has been prepared!"

He nodded slowly. For some reason, the image of the Iron Judge flashed through Fan Xian's mind. He felt a little uneasy and could only pray that nothing unexpected would happen tonight. He said slowly, "Everyone, be careful. Let's make a quick decision!"

"I'll save it!"

Fan Mansion, small courtyard.

"Ruoruo, I'm worried that someone will come tonight. You must stop them all for me. After all, I'm drunk now!" He had a big (half) chance today. When he just returned to the mansion, his father Fan Jian's comforting look and Aunt Liu's grinning mouth all showed that the whole Fan Mansion was now immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

In fact, Fan Xian was not that worried about these two. What he feared most was his younger brother Fan Sizhe causing trouble!

After putting on his nightgown and a cloth towel, Fan Xian's exposed eyes were bright. How could he still be drunk at all?
"Yes! I have given instructions to the public. I will take care of my brother tonight."

Fan Ruoruo knew where her brother was going, but she was still a little worried and reminded him, "Brother, I think the Iron Judge at the banquet today is not simple. You still have to be careful and try to be as fast as possible."

"Relax."

After patting his sister's pretty head, Fan Xian flew out along the wall. He was really flying! He was testing the quality of the iron claws!
Considering the height of the palace, perhaps Uncle Wu Zhu could get there just by his "Qinggong", but I can't do that, and I have to use some external aid.

On the street, a figure flashed, and Fan Xian's whole body of Qi circulated, and the speed he exerted was already faster than a horse. From a distance, Wang Qinian saw the movement and turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Long before Fan Xian left the house, Wu Zhu had already arrived outside the palace wall. Just as he was about to break in, he turned his head to the stone railing beside the moat with a human-like look of doubt on his face.

He just watched for a long time but didn't find anything unusual, but the clear sense of time in his mind made him unable to stay where he was, so he turned around, increased his horsepower, and suddenly leaped forward, crossing the city wall in a straight line.

What is strange is that such huge kinetic energy did not produce any sound at all. It is really unbelievable!
“This shock absorber should be top-notch.”

On a lion statue beside the stone railing, the somewhat twisted figure of the Iron Judge gradually emerged, muttering to himself: "What a sharp insight! He has already severed his connection with the vitality of heaven and earth, but he was still almost discovered by it. Could it be that his eyes are thermal imaging radars? In that case, apart from the other machines in the temple, no one can sneak attack him?"

That's right, he was in the water just now, he shouldn't be under the car.
At this time, Iron Judge was wet all over. After staying for a moment and using his true Qi to evaporate the water, he used his master's body skills to the fullest extent, flew over the wall, and went deep into the palace.

The emotions of all living beings are sufficient, and the Iron Judge has already entered the realm of the Grandmaster!

It must be said that the palace tonight is like a fancy vegetable market, anyone can come, it is very lively.
Not long after his figure disappeared, Fan Xian arrived. He looked up at the patrolling guards on the palace wall, frowned slightly, and tiptoed to the west side of the wall, which was where the inner city met. He waited for a quarter of an hour before he climbed up the wall under the cover of the trees. He looked as handsome and tall as a koala.

As expected, the guards changed shifts, leaving a brief gap.

After relaxing a little, Fan Xian felt his body gradually becoming excited. For no reason, he enjoyed this feeling very much!
Danger brings with it the unknown, just like an adventure to hunt for treasure.

Maybe people are born to be more adapted to the night?
He opened his mouth and took a few quick breaths to calm his mind, then flew into the darkness in front of him.
“Exciting~~!!”

(End of this chapter)