Joy of Life: The melon-eating prince sees through Fan Xian's fake death

Chapter 27: Thank you, father, for your grace!

Fan Mansion.

Fan Sizhe is gone.

When the family eats together, it always feels too quiet, as if something is missing.

Fan Ruoruo was nibbling at the food in her bowl. Only her parents were eating with her. Fan Xian had not returned home since he went to court, and he felt depressed and bored.

But the main thing.

It’s still because of Li Chengqian.

When Fan Ruoruo parted with him yesterday, they agreed to meet tomorrow.

But His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seemed to have forgotten the agreement with her and had not come to see her for a long time, which made Ruoruo a little sad.

Aunt Liu picked up some food considerately, "What's wrong, Ruoruo?"

Fan Ruoruo smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Aunt, it's okay."

Fan Jian didn't know that Fan Ruoruo had had private contact with the prince, so he misunderstood that she didn't want to follow the imperial decree to grant the marriage:

"Ruoruo, is it because of the granted marriage that you don't want to marry the prince?"

Fan Ruoruo shook her head like a rattle, "No, no."

You can't make the wrong statement at this time.

She still has a good impression of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

She even hoped that someone would come to Fan's house to ask her out to play, so that she could see the beautiful scenery that she could not see in her own boudoir.

When Fan Xian returned home, as soon as he reached the table, Fan Ruoruo added more rice and dishes to his plate:

"Ruoruo, why are you so attentive today? Do you have anything to ask of me?"

Fan Ruoruo chuckled:
"Brother still understands me."

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you and the Crown Prince met today? What were you doing?"

Fan Xian had a look that said "I understand" and talked about the affairs of the court and the outstanding performance of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the dinner table. He told Fan Ruoruo everything with exaggeration because he knew that his sister had been slow to understand for many years and she liked it very much once she did, so he had to tell her what she wanted to hear.

"This metaphor is very appropriate. You are worthy of being the Crown Prince."

Fan Ruoruo happily ate a few more mouthfuls of rice. She thought that the Crown Prince had forgotten his promise to her and that she was not that important in his mind. It turned out that he also had to go to court and was busy. She felt much more balanced. All girls are like this:

If you like someone, you will find all kinds of excuses for him. If you don’t like someone, everything he does is wrong.

When that line was mentioned, Fan Ruoruo's eyes lit up and she wondered if it was written by her brother?
Fan Xian resolutely denied it and began to doubt the origin of this poem. Wasn't it written by a Song Dynasty emperor? Although the two sentences were incoherent, they were roughly the same. Could there be another time traveler besides me? But if you want to copy the poem, why not copy the whole poem? Strange:
"Ruoruo, what do you think of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

“Not bad.”

Fan Ruoruo was a little shy.

"I mean, does he look a bit like my brother?"

"Brother, stop being so narcissistic. The Crown Prince is more handsome than you."

"."

Fan Xian was brutally backstabbed, and his sister, who he worshipped wholeheartedly, found a lover.

It is also true that the love brother is more important than the real brother.
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The queen's bedroom.

Li Chengqian was invited:

"My son, please see your mother."

The queen put down her wine glass and waved her hand to let the servant go out:

"You spoke well in the court today. His Majesty seemed very satisfied with you."

"That's all nonsense."

"Are you talking nonsense?"

The Queen pointed to the scroll beside her with the sixteen-character phrase written on it, "What about this phrase?"

Did Luan Hongyu tip off Li Chengqian was surprised:
"Isn't this written by the young poet Fan? What does it have to do with me?"

The queen rolled her eyes:

"You're still pretending to be nice to me. I want to praise you. You haven't been painting recently. It's time to write poetry. Fortunately, you are smart and didn't let this poem be published in your name. Otherwise, do you know how many people inside and outside the court will hate you?"

Li Chengqian bows:
"Then I have inherited my mother's talent."

The Queen sneered:
"Your wedding is coming soon, and you should practice your sweet talk skills before the wedding, but there are some things you should say as little as possible, or even not at all. Even if you don't have any achievements, don't be greedy and reckless in the court. It's a small matter to annoy the ministers below, but if you say something wrong and make His Majesty unhappy."

"No." Li Chengqian was sure.

The Queen of Wine lifted up the golden cup, and the wine flowed through her stomach:
"Fortunately, you got the scale just right this time. His Majesty was not angry but rather somewhat satisfied with you. You must be prepared for the questions he will ask you and don't give the wrong answer, understand?"

Li Chengqian nodded: "I will follow the instructions of my mother."

Before leaving, Li Chengqian suddenly turned back:
"My dear mother, that Luan Hongyu is the servant you gave me, right?"

The queen nodded.

"Is that possible?"

The queen frowned, knowing what her lecherous son would say:
"Take care of your health and don't indulge yourself. This is the instruction given to you by His Majesty."

"Thank you, mother!"

Walk out of the Queen's bedroom.

Li Chengqian's first reaction was to teach Luan Hongyu a lesson. The image of this mature woman with great martial arts skills and a body as plump as a peach appeared in his mind. He was distracted and ordered his favorite Qingzhu:

"Qingzhu, call the other two personal maids to wait in my bedroom at night."

"Yes."

Qingzhu had no intention of competing for favor for the time being. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had always favored only her. He might have other matters tonight when he called the other two over, so she immediately gave the order.

As Li Chengqian was loosening his belt and preparing to return to the palace, Eunuch Hou came up to him and said, "Your Highness, His Majesty wants to see you."

Tsk.

It's time to come, it's coming.

Li Chengqian followed Eunuch Hou to the imperial study.

Emperor Qing was dressed casually, wearing a white gown with a deep V-neckline, which was quite elegant and refined in the Wei and Jin Dynasties:
"Li Chengqian, what you said in class today was quite good. Did you come up with this idea yourself?"

Li Chengqian nodded: "These are all my sincere words."

Emperor Qing closed the memorial and turned sideways:

"Then tell me, how do you understand it?"

test.

Another test.

If I can't answer, it will be considered that someone around me asked me to say that. As the crown prince of the country, I can't become a puppet controlled by others, otherwise my impression points will drop sharply. Li Chengqian responded calmly:

"I think if there are too many rats, our royal platform will be eaten up."

"Corrupt officials all seized some of the distribution rights and embezzled the wealth that should have belonged to Qing. From top to bottom, the money that Your Majesty allocated for disaster relief is like a piece of fat meat that has passed through the hands of officials at all levels, and it is inevitable that it will be greasy."

Li Chengqian glanced at Emperor Qing's expression and continued:

"From the bottom up, local officials have their own ways to embezzle the various taxes they collect every year. I have even heard that in Jiangnan, maritime cargo operators not only have their cargo intercepted by pirates, but also have their money intercepted again by gate officials. There are endless levels of taxes, and some are even made up by local officials."

"I believe that the right to distribute wealth will be firmly controlled by Your Majesty, and no corrupt officials will be allowed to run rampant and steal the distribution power for personal gain. Otherwise, it will be difficult to gain the trust of the people in the long run, and will inevitably suffer backlash."

After Li Chengqian finished speaking, he did not dare to look up. Emperor Qing just looked at him without saying a word. After a long while, he spoke without comment:
"Yes, yes. So it seems that the poem praised by all the officials was also written by you, Li Chengqian?"

Since the Queen was able to place spies around him and knew the news, then Emperor Qing must know it too.

Li Chengqian did not dare to deceive the emperor, and bowed quickly: "I was inspired by this, and it was a coincidence."

Emperor Qing didn't even bother to explain why he secretly sent the lyrics to the Censorate.

He just kept repeating the sixteen-character phrase, emphasizing the last two sentences:
"It is easy to abuse the common people, but it is hard to deceive God. This is well written. This is well written."

Emperor Qing was praising him, but suddenly his expression changed and he said in a deep voice:
"Li Chengqian, who are you writing about in heaven?"

If I hadn't said it was you, I would have died.
Li Chengqian fell to his knees with a plop:

"Yes, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is the God of our Daqing Nation!"

Emperor Qing laughed out loud, as if he was laughing at Li Chengqian's panic, or at the fact that he was enjoying the flattery:
"After Fan Xian, there is you. The literary world of our Qing Kingdom, which has been weak for a long time, seems destined to rise. Li Chengqian, do you want me to erect a stone tablet with this poem and place it in front of the gate of the court? Then I can spread your literary fame and make you the next Little Li Cixian?"

Li Chengqian didn't dare to look up:
"I am willing to hide my reputation as a poet. I just want to be a good and stable prince. Helping Your Majesty solve problems is my greatest wish. As for this poem, please let Fan Xian make it famous for me."

Only then did Emperor Qing nod his head, revealing a hint of a smile. He helped Li Chengqian to stand up and gave him the precious spiritual fluid that would help him cultivate:
"I value family affection. Since you have created such a good word for me but are unwilling to take credit, I will reward you privately. This is a spiritual liquid that takes ten years to refine. It is suitable for adding to the wood sea and soaking the whole body. Long-term use can help you break through the seventh level."

"My son, thank you for your kindness."

　It's been just over ten days since the book was published and it's already sold 1,200 copies. I'm really impressed by the brothers. This is the first time a young author has written a book with such good starting data. He must be diligent. It's the beginning of the month and I'm begging the brothers to give this book monthly tickets. Forget about giving rewards, don't spend money, just subscribe when the time comes. It will be updated as soon as it's on the shelves.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)