Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Her Majesty was naturally the young Emperor of Northern Qi, who spent the whole day in the palace reading books and talking about Baoyu and Daiyu.

Even though Haitang Duoduo didn't read "Dream of Red Mansions", she still understood the general idea.

It is inevitable that you will remember some impressive sentences.

Lin Ruo's words were exactly the aphorisms that the little emperor often kept on his lips and had a special liking for.

Haitang Duoduo is tired of listening to it.

"His Majesty the Emperor of Northern Qi is also keen on the Red Mansion?" Fan Ruoruo said in surprise.

Haitang Duoduo was not surprised: "Isn't this a very normal thing?"

After saying this, the saintly lady of Northern Qi finally reacted as if under stress.

Her Majesty is nominally a male emperor...

If a man were to admire the Dream of the Red Chamber so much, it would obviously be a bit unreasonable.

After all, many of the viewpoints in the Dream of the Red Chamber favor women, and are inevitably criticized by scholars from time to time.

Therefore, even though there are many men who like Dream of the Red Chamber, none of them dare to do so openly, and most of them praise it in private.

Haitang Duoduo could only find an excuse and said, "My Majesty really likes the many life quotes in the Dream of the Red Chamber, such as what Lord Lin said."

Fan Ruoruo smiled and said, "A man who likes the Red Mansion and can put it out in the open is very courageous. His Majesty the Emperor of Northern Qi is probably also an able emperor who doesn't care about other people's opinions and has a good way of governing."

"His Majesty the Emperor of Northern Qi is indeed a good emperor." Lin Ruo echoed.

"Did Fan Xian tell you two?" Haitang Duoduo looked calm on the surface, but she was a little angry inside. He praised the emperor for his ability in front of his family, but only called her a savage saint.

What had she done to offend anyone? She threw her chopsticks on the table and started drinking her soup.

Fan Ruoruo thought she had said something wrong.

I wondered why Miss Duoduo got a little angry every time her brother was mentioned. It seemed that there were a lot of emotions mixed in.

Lin Ruo knew it well, but he smiled without saying anything, sighed that he shouldn't have spoken so barbarically, and threw the blame on Fan Xian.

As the three of them were talking, the martial arts conference was gradually coming to an end on the pillar on the riverside downstairs.

The young swordsman from Mount Longhu stood at the end. He was indeed a martial artist with excellent talent. At the age of less than 30, he had already reached the eighth rank, which was in no way inferior to the masters of the Qing Dynasty.

By now, even those who shouldn't have been convinced were convinced, and the officials who were maintaining the situation came forward and said some polite words. This martial arts conference did not cause any deaths, and it gave these people from the underworld a chance to show off, which was the best result.

"I would like to thank you all. It is true that our Qing Dynasty is a land of outstanding people and heroes. It is far beyond the reach of Northern Qi and Dongyi City. I hope you will do the right thing and repay the country in the future."

The martial artists in the field nodded one after another. Although the Emperor in Beijing did not like to employ martial artists at the moment, the situation was changing and there were always ways to serve the country.

"Do you people in Qing Kingdom like to belittle my Northern Qi so much?" Haitang Duoduo couldn't help feeling a little resentful when she heard this upstairs.

Lin Ruo smiled calmly: "If Miss Duoduo is dissatisfied, she can go down and beat the Longhu Mountain swordsman down, and then make a name for herself and spread the prestige of Northern Qi. I will never interfere."

When Lin Ruo said this, Haitang Duoduo tilted her head, thinking that it was a bit of an exaggeration. It was normal for the two countries to have tit-for-tat public opinion when there were many wars between them.

Besides, she had heard a lot of bad things about Dao Nanqing in Northern Qi.

However, being in a foreign country, hearing these words would still arouse some national desires in one's bones. At this time, a debate also broke out by the river. It was similar to Haitang Duoduo's speech, but it was to protect Dongyi City and also belittle Northern Qi.

"Your Excellency, what you said is a little wrong. It is understandable that Northern Qi is weak, but Dongyi City is different. It is full of masters, the best of the nine ranks in the world. How can it not be compared with Qing Dynasty?"

The person who spoke was a businessman, an outsider who had just come from Dongyi City to handle some paperwork. It was quite risky for him to say this.

Fortunately, no one in the room knew it, and at the same time, they had different opinions about Dongyi City, so there was only a slight commotion.

The official naturally could not tolerate being questioned in his own territory, so he put on a fake smile to stop the noise and said in a deep voice: "Dongyi City is indeed a ninth-grade place in the world, but if you say it can be compared with our Qing Dynasty, it is probably a little bit behind. Have you forgotten that last year, Lord Lin from the Supervisory Council broke into the Sword Pavilion alone and fought against twelve ninth-grade masters, shocking the whole city?"

Once these words were spoken, many people who had objections were silenced, including the merchant from Dongyi City.

"Lord Lin will be arriving in Jiangnan in a few days, and you will all be able to feast your eyes on him then." The official livened up the atmosphere and changed the subject.

The martial artists all paid their respects, full of admiration. For martial artists, the right path is to serve the emperor. Who wouldn't want to show off their skills, like Lord Lin, and do things for the country, gaining fame and reputation before and after death?

"Lord Lin is so majestic. He went into the sword pavilion alone. It is indeed a rare feat in the world." Haitang Duoduo also made a joke, and it was unclear whether it was a compliment or criticism.

Lin Ruo laughed at himself: "Don't mention it. I acted foolishly and almost died at the hands of the Sword Saint."

"Nanqing has a Lord Lin, and my Beiqi will have enough headaches for decades." This was Mu Peng's deep feeling.

It was hard for Haitang Duoduo to disagree. She always wanted to fight with masters.

But she really couldn't muster the fighting spirit towards Lord Lin, because the strong will always be strong.

Lin Ruo didn't hear what he said. His eyes unconsciously fell on the West Lake, where a fisherman was paddling a boat towards the shore.

Under the straw raincoat is a plain jacket, like the attire of a fortune teller. If you look closely, you will find that there is a sword on the boat.

Lin Ruo immediately turned around and said, "Miss Duoduo doesn't like to go down to save face, but now, someone who can save face is here."

Haitang Duoduo looked over and stared at the fisherman, then asked belatedly, "Who?"

She was a straightforward girl and had no idea how to judge people. She didn't know who the fisherman was, let alone what abilities the fisherman had.

I just heard what Lin Ruo said and subconsciously looked in that direction.

"A person who was once as famous as you." Lin Ruo did not say it directly.

Haitang Duoduo understood immediately and asked in confusion, "Why did he come to Jiangnan?"

"Maybe he has the same idea as Miss Duoduo, but it's hard to say which side he will help." Lin Ruo replied.

At this time, the boat had already docked at the West Lake. The young man on the boat took off his raincoat, carried the sign, and walked ashore with a sword. He bowed to the crowd and said, "I am a fortune teller from Jianghu. I would like to ask this master from Longhu Mountain for advice."

Thunder exploded in the crowd, and the martial artists subconsciously made way and stared at the man in the plain coat entering the venue.

He held up a sign with his nickname clearly written on it, "Iron Prime Minister."

What a great fortune teller.

(End of this chapter)