The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 246 NTR!

"No! I don't agree! Ruoruo must not enter the palace!"

Fan Xian jumped up and down like a chicken with its feathers blown off, and refused.

Not to mention that the current emperor is most likely the Northern Qi imperial teacher Mu Sheng in disguise, even if he is not.
If not, it will be even worse!
If it wasn't the Northern Qi Imperial Master in disguise, then wouldn't that mean that his biological father wanted to marry his sister?
At this moment, Fan Xian hoped that Emperor Qing had met with an accident and was replaced by someone else. This way, he would be able to accept it more easily.

Li Yunqian:? ? ?

"What's the use of your disagreement? Are you disobeying the imperial order?" Fan Jian actually didn't want his daughter to enter the palace, but the imperial decree had already been issued. What could he do?

"To select women of appropriate age from the families of officials to fill the harem, such an absurd decree, is there no minister to advise against it?" Fan Xian continued to ask unwillingly.

"Ridiculous? How can this be considered ridiculous?" Fan Jian did not quite understand what Fan Xian meant: "Now the Crown Prince and the Second Prince have been demoted to commoners, the First Prince has Dongyi blood, and the Third Prince is of low moral character and incompetent and cannot handle the important task.

If their daughter could give birth to a unicorn child, she would most likely be made the crown prince. How could the officials refuse such a great favor? How could they dare to refuse? "

The emperor has ordered your daughter to enter the palace to serve, and even your grandson has a great chance of becoming the crown prince. Don't you agree to such a great thing?
Tell me! Are you going to rebel?

"Even Minister Lin has no objection, so other officials will have no objection either."

Wait! Lin Xiang? Lin Ruofu? Wan'er's father?
Isn’t Wan’er the only daughter in her family?

Fan Xian was furious when he heard this. When he heard that his sister Fan Ruoruo was going to be sent to the palace, he just firmly expressed his opposition.

But when he heard that his chicken-leg girl would also be sent to the palace, he could no longer keep his sanity.

"Wan'er is your Majesty's niece. Isn't it a violation of ethics and morality for him to do this? How could Prime Minister Lin agree to such an inhumane order?"

Fan Xian became anxious, and his words became a little presumptuous.

But he didn't think about it. Li Yunqian and Lin Wan'er are uncle and niece, so aren't he and Lin Wan'er also cousins?

"How can Minister Lin refuse? When Li Yunrui raised his army to rebel, he used many of Minister Lin's connections, otherwise the rebel army would not have been able to reach the emperor so easily.

If I continue to disobey His Majesty's will over these minor matters, do you really think His Majesty will not dare to kill people?"

Fan Jian actually knew that Fan Xian liked Prime Minister Lin's daughter. Even before he entered Kyoto, His Majesty had said that he wanted to marry Lin Wan'er to Fan Xian.

But hasn’t that changed?
"But...but isn't the current Majesty a fake?" Fan Xian said indignantly.

This damn Northern Qi imperial master, not only pretended to be Emperor Qing and caused chaos in the harem, but now he has even set his sights on his sister and the chicken leg girl he has been thinking about all the time.

He is simply not a human being!
What a beast!
When Chen Pingping asked him to contact Uncle Wu Zhu to jointly deal with the fake Emperor Qing, Fan Xian was not very enthusiastic. After all, there was no father-son relationship between him and Li Yunqian, not to mention that the other party was very likely the one who killed his mother.

Well, actually, he didn’t have any mother-son feelings towards Ye Qingmei.

For Fan Xian, a time traveler, the most important people in the world are his grandmother in Danzhou, Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan'er.

Even Fan Jian, Aunt Liu, and his adopted brother Fan Sizhe, who he had only known for a few months, were more important than Emperor Qing and Ye Qingmei.

Fan Jian looked at Fan Xian's jumping expression and thought to himself, you don't always look so calm and cynical.

“Since you already know he’s fake, what is there to worry about?

Relax! If Chen Pingping and the others succeed in their plan, then the matter of selecting concubines to enter the palace will naturally cease to exist.

If it fails."

Fan Jian shook his head and didn't continue talking. But his meaning was self-evident.

By then, not to mention being selected into the palace, even whether she can survive is another matter.

In fact, he also felt that Chen Pingping’s plan was too risky and reckless, but what else could he do?
The trick of the Northern Qi imperial preceptor pretending to be Emperor Qing Li Yunqian was really disgusting. It was equivalent to two armies fighting each other, but in the end, their own commander was actually pretending to be the enemy.

What’s even more uncomfortable is that I don’t know what means the other party used to disguise himself so vividly, just like the real person.

If they dared to expose the other party's identity and said that the 'Emperor Qing' sitting on the dragon throne was impersonated by the Northern Qi imperial master, they would probably be regarded as fools and rebels by the civil and military officials.

Fan Xian also understood the seriousness of the matter, gradually calmed down, and began to think about whether he could help in some way.

"He's a great master. I can't handle just the aftermath."

"Perhaps, we can think of a solution from the box my mother left behind."

Fan Xian remembered the box that Ye Qingmei left him that was invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

This is the only hope now. For the first time, Fan Xian felt the powerlessness of his fist not being big enough.

For the people of Qing Kingdom, this year is the most turbulent year in more than a decade.

The battle of Qiqing was started inexplicably and lost inexplicably. Not only did they lose a large area of Cangzhou, but even the Grandmaster Ye Liuyun was killed there.

Not long after, the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Princess raised an army to rebel at the Xiyuan Hunting Ground. Princess Li Yunrui died, and the Crown Prince and the Second Prince were demoted to commoners.

Then came the sensational selection of concubines that has been going on in recent times.

The people of Kyoto are really fed up with all these melons one after another.

"Haven't the Crown Prince and the Second Prince always been at odds with each other? Why would they join forces to commit such a rebellious act?"

"The situation in the court is so complicated and treacherous that it is not just what we see. There are many hidden dangers here!"

"Is it the same whether you said it or not? Why are you pretending to be profound when you know nothing? Go away."

"Ah, don't go. I don't know why the Crown Prince and the Second Prince joined forces, but I know something else."

"Oh, for example?"

"For example, your majesty's selection of concubines this time is to train a new crown prince!"

“Who doesn’t know this?”

"Then did you know that Princess Chen, the daughter of Prime Minister Lin, is also on the list of concubines?"

"Hiss! Isn't that the eldest princess's illegitimate daughter? She is your Majesty's niece, isn't she..." The speaker deliberately lowered his voice and did not dare to say that word.

"Isn't it? Lai Mingcheng, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, risked his life to make a direct appeal for this matter, and was ordered by His Majesty to be beaten with twenty sticks."

"Censor Lai has been an official since the last emperor's time. He must be sixty years old now. Will he still be alive after twenty strokes of the cane?"

"Isn't it? It is said that he fainted at that time and hasn't woken up yet. I'm afraid he is not going to make it!"

"This, ah"

Some people were concerned about the changes in the situation in the court, while others were gossiping about whose daughter was chosen as a concubine.

"Prime Minister Lin's family, Si Nanbo's family, General Ye's family, Prince Jing's family, and if the election method is followed, most of the officials in the court will become royal relatives."

"Not only that, I heard that Miss Sang Wen from Miaoyinfang was also chosen to enter the palace as a concubine."

"Miss Sang Wen? Can prostitutes enter the palace?" "Pah, pah, pah, what prostitute? Miss Sang Wen is a singing girl. She sells her art, not her body!"

"Oh my God, can your Majesty's body bear so many people?"

"It's not your business if you can't stand it. Stop saying such things outside. If you don't want to live, don't drag me down with you."

Ye Mansion, in the martial arts training ground.

A red figure was holding a sword, practicing swordsmanship on a field paved with bluestone, sometimes moving forward and stabbing, sometimes turning around and sweeping sideways, like a ball of leaping flame, wantonly waving his brilliance.

After a long time, the flames gradually died down, revealing the person inside. She was a tall, straight, heroic woman.

Ye Ling'er raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and let out a long sigh.

The sword dance just now seemed to have released her depression, and the emotions that had been suppressed for these days were also relieved a lot.

After sheathing the sword in her hand, Ye Ling'er walked straight towards a figure outside the field.

"Father, why are you here? Your injury hasn't healed yet, and the doctor said you need to rest more."

Ye Ling'er looked at Ye Chong with concern. The Northern Qi delegation also sent Ye Chong back when they came to Kyoto.

It was just that Shang Shanhu was too ruthless when he destroyed Ye Zhong's martial arts. Not only did Ye Zhong lose all his martial arts, but his meridians were also severely damaged, leaving him with a lot of illnesses.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry for you." Ye Zhong looked at his daughter who was not as lively as before. He felt uncomfortable and his tone was full of frustration.

If his uncle Ye Liuyun had not died, he would have lost all his martial arts and become a useless person. There was no way Ye Chong would have agreed to let his daughter enter the palace.

"Father, don't blame yourself. You and my great uncle have been protecting the Ye family for so many years. Now it's my turn to take on this responsibility." Ye Ling'er calmly comforted her father.

If it were in the past, she would definitely not accept this matter so calmly, but after experiencing the deaths of her uncle and master, and her father falling into the hands of the enemy, Ye Ling'er has grown up.

Or it could be said that now that she had no one to rely on, she could no longer be willful.

"Ling'er." Ye Zhong's lips twitched and closed, he wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

The situation in the court is now very complicated, and I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse for my daughter to enter the palace this time.

A beauty pageant made the whole Kyoto lively, but beneath this bustling and prosperous scene, there were also many surging undercurrents.

The day when the first snow of the third year of the Qingli period fell was also the day when the beauties were canonized.

The first snow covered the entire palace with a layer of crystal white, sparkling in the sun.

At three o'clock in the morning, the eunuchs of the Imperial Wardrobe were checking the ceremonial robes to be used for the enthronement ceremony.

When the first rays of morning light appeared in the east, the eunuchs had already left the Shangyi Bureau in groups, carrying formal dresses to the palaces of the new concubines.

The harem, Chenqin Palace.

Lin Wan'er watched the palace maids and eunuchs placing clothes and jewelry in the hall, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in her heart.

Because of her physical condition, she was not like other girls of her age who had the fantasies and reveries of first love. Most of the time, she was thinking about how to avoid the sight of people around her and get some chicken legs to eat.

However, this does not mean that she is willing to marry someone who can be her uncle, let alone that this person is really her uncle in terms of blood relationship.

"Okay, all of you leave!" After putting down everything, Lin Wan'er waved away all the palace maids and eunuchs.

"Xiaoying, you should go down too. I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes!" The maid Sakura looked at Lin Wan'er worriedly, and after hesitating for a moment, she retreated.

After everyone left, Lin Wan'er lay down on the table like a deflated ball.

"It's all mother's fault. Why would she rebel for no reason?" Lin Wan'er muttered.

If it weren't for Li Yunrui, she wouldn't have been summoned into the palace.

Of course, that's just what she thought.

But when she thought about the fact that Li Yunrui was dead, Lin Wan'er could no longer blame her. Although Li Yunrui had never taken care of her since she was born, she was her biological mother after all.

Lin Wan'er had also longed for maternal love, but had never been able to get it. With the death of Li Yunrui, she lost even the last glimmer of hope.

"It would be nice if I could have a chicken drumstick now."

Lin Wan'er now desperately hopes to have a chicken leg to soothe her depressed mood.

“Puff, puff.”

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the window.

Lin Wan'er instantly realized that it was Fan Xian who made the noise. This guy would make this strange popping sound every time he came.

Lin Wan'er hurriedly got up and opened the window, and sure enough, she saw Fan Xian standing outside.

"Fan Xian! Why are you here?" Lin Wan'er said in panic, "It is a serious crime to trespass into the harem!"

"If I didn't come, how could you have chicken legs to eat?" Fan Xian forced a smile.

Although Chen Pingping and Uncle Wu Zhu were already prepared, seeing his beloved girl become someone else's concubine, Fan Xian felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a bull's head.

"Ah, chicken legs!" Lin Wan'er was happy at first, but then she felt as if her heart was blocked.

Fan Xian's act of risking his life to bring her a chicken leg made Lin Wan'er's heart tremble inexplicably.

'Maybe this is love, but it comes too late.'

Lin Wan'er said in a somewhat weary voice, "Fan Xian, you should take it away!"

"Ah? Why? Wan'er, don't you like eating chicken legs the most?" Fan Xian asked anxiously.

"I like to eat chicken legs, but it's a pity that it came too late. In a little while, the new concubine will go to Funing Palace to meet the queen."

Lin Wan'er lowered her head and avoided Fan Xian's eyes, not wanting to see his disappointment.

Then, without waiting for Fan Xian to speak, he suddenly closed the window and hardened his heart through the window porch: "This harem is not a place for outsiders to stay for long. Fan Xian, you'd better leave quickly!"

After saying that, he turned and left, moving deeper into the room.

"Wan'er."

Fan Xian stared at the tightly closed window, as if it was not a window, but his love that was closed behind the window.

At this moment, he hated the guy who pretended to be Emperor Qing even more.

Just like the pure love god of war hates the minotaur!
(End of this chapter)