From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 121 Begonia Duoduo Yan Xiaoyi

Li Chengqian left Guangxin Palace in a very happy mood.

The eldest princess was also in a good mood.

She now likes this nephew more and more. There is no other meaning, it’s just because he is sweet-talking.

As for Li Chengqian, he began to look down on Emperor Qing more and more.

I can’t control people!
As the Emperor of Nanqing, he made his son, wife, confidante and sister secretly rebel against him. What a failure.

If it weren't for his status as emperor and the strength of a grandmaster, he would have died countless times.

As a superior, if you want to be the only one, you have to pay attention to the methods and ways. If you can't give fame or profit, you have to at least provide emotional value, right?
If you don’t even provide emotional value, how can you get your employees to work for you passionately?
If I can't work for you with full passion, how can I be efficient at work, how can I do it as if I were my own arm, how can I make a lot of money, how can I become a young model in the BMW Club?
In the original novel, Li Yunrui is a villain, a crazy woman, but no one can deny that she is also a capable woman, otherwise she would not have been able to build up such power and even lead a rebellion.

If you don't make good use of such a person and let her work for you, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

The world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relationships!

I am a time traveler and I have no grudges against anyone in this world, so why don’t I make more friends?
"Besides, I haven't gained anything."

With his personality, he shouldn't have been so troublesome. After ten years of planning, his position in the world is now solid. No one in either Southern Qing or Northern Qi can shake his position, not even the Grand Master Emperor Qing. He could have just laid back.

Things like destroying the Dongyi, pacifying the Northern Qi, and sweeping across the world should be the job of Emperor Qing, the chosen worker. What does it have to do with him, the crown prince? At most, he can take action at the critical moment to deal with one of Si Gu Jian or Ku He. In fact, there is no need to put in any effort.

Why are you so positive all of a sudden?

Of course it’s because I’m obsessed with studying numerology!

No, it was because he had made great achievements in studying the fortune-telling books such as "Huangji Jingshi Shu", and he needed luck.

There was no real art of fortune-telling in this world before, and no one understood or utilized luck.

However, he relied on the Heaven's reward for hard work to find the way to good fortune and could see good fortune.

Because he has traveled through time for ten years and too many plot changes have occurred, the advantage of being familiar with the original plot no longer exists, but he still knows the personality, goals, methods of every important character and even the ultimate secret of the entire world.

Now, by observing the changes in the fortunes of different people and combining them with the content of the original work, he can roughly infer the decisions and choices of every important character in the plot. For example, his adoptive father-in-law Fan Jian. Although he has little contact with him and no intersection with him, he knows that Fan Jian's heart has already turned to his prince, and the connection between his fortune and his own is gradually deepening.

Because he had achieved results in his research on this thing, he began to try to use luck. Otherwise, if he could only look at it but not use it, wouldn't that be a waste of research? Naturally, he was unwilling to accept that.

Then, he researched and discovered the wonderful effects of luck. With the blessing of luck, his thinking would be more agile, his practice speed would be very fast, and even with the blessing of luck, the power of his martial arts would be improved to a higher level.

It's like adding a layer of BUFF to yourself.

But he soon discovered that something was not right. Luck is not a constant thing. It is always changing and even disappears. The higher the status and the stronger the backing, the stronger the luck. The stronger the luck, the stronger the added BUFF.

Because he has the destiny that hard work will be rewarded, the luck brought by the identity of the crown prince does not bring him obvious benefits, but the blessing of the national fortune of Qing Kingdom can bring him a huge improvement.

He is the crown prince of Qing State, and he can mobilize the national destiny of Qing State through this identity, but it is also limited by this identity, and the national destiny he can mobilize is only one tenth.

It was with the blessing of this one-tenth of the national fortune that his strength improved by leaps and bounds. Not only himself, but also the people in the Eastern Palace, except for his four Vajras and Ye Ling'er, even the group of imperial guards who had truly defected to the Eastern Palace benefited. They were all promoted to the eighth rank. Outside the Supervisory Council, they displayed strength that far exceeded that of ordinary black cavalry, and beat the Supervisory Council into a pulp.

Naturally, the more benefits like this, the better. The stronger the national fortune of Qing Kingdom, the more benefits he can get.

It was precisely because of this foreseeable great benefit that he began to take the initiative to intervene in some matters in order to improve the national fortune of Qing.

If there were no such benefits, do you think he would take action?
"The Qing Kingdom has secured its throne in this world. I said so." Li Chengqian, sitting under the grape rack in the East Palace, looked at the distant starry sky above his head, a ferocious grin on his lips.

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In late autumn, the wind carries a hint of chill, blowing down yellow leaves all over the sky.

At the east gate of Kyoto, a team carrying the flag of Northern Qi was led into the city by officials from the Honglu Temple.

After two or three months of turmoil, the border war finally ended and the envoys from Northern Qi arrived.

Haitang Duoduo, riding a yellow horse, ignored the pointed gazes of the Kyoto residents. She gazed curiously at the bustling Kyoto, comparing it to Northern Qi's. While the customs and habits were slightly different, the prosperity surpassed Northern Qi's Shangjing. Most importantly, the spirit of the Kyoto residents seemed even greater than that of Northern Qi's Shangjing, perhaps due to a great victory in the north. Southern Qing was now dominant on the battlefield, having annihilated four vassal states and occupied vast swathes of Northern Qi's southern territory, expanding its territory by a thousand miles and forcing Northern Qi to sue for peace. Even an ordinary citizen would find this kind of thing disheartening.

As a ninth-rank expert, she could naturally hear what the people around her were saying. They were nothing more than words that belittled and mocked Northern Qi. These didn't matter, but she soon discovered with embarrassment that these people in Kyoto seemed to be more interested in her.

He actually began to look for her, the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, in the convoy.

The most embarrassing thing was that she rode on the yellow horse so blatantly without avoiding people, but no citizen of Nanqing thought she was the saint of Northern Qi. They just regarded her as an ordinary knight. Although this saved a lot of trouble, it was also very annoying.

Who stipulated that saints must be graceful and beautiful? Who stipulated that saints must have noble temperaments and wear veils?!

My brains have been damaged from reading so many vernacular novels. The reason why I can become a saint is because of my real strength, which is not comparable to those slutty bitches out there!

Haitang Duoduo thought about it and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

"Uu——"

Just as he was lost in thought, the sound of horses neighing suddenly came from the front of the delegation, and the long team stopped.

"Big Brother!" Haitang looked at him intently, her eyes narrowed involuntarily, she tightened her legs, clamped her arms around the horse's belly, and rushed to the front of the team.

Standing in front of the delegation was none other than Ku He's first disciple and Haitang Duoduo's senior brother Lang Tao.

However, at this moment, he had long lost the demeanor of a world-famous ninth-rank warrior. His hair was disheveled and his expression was dejected. A pair of fine iron shackles were wrapped around his waist, connected to two thick fine iron chains, which bound his hands and legs tightly.

Seeing this, Haitang's eyes turned red, and she drew her two swords. She was about to step forward, but was forced to stay where she was by a cold and sharp aura.

Mao Qiwu slowly walked out from behind Lang Tao, looked at her and said, "You are the Saintess of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo."

"Exactly, who are you?!"

Haitang's face was solemn, and she clenched the two swords in her hands. Tianyi Dao's mental method flowed through her as she stared intently at the fair and handsome man in front of her and asked.

"Eastern Palace attendant, Mao Qiwu!"

"You are Mao Qiwu!"

Prince Li Chengqian of Nanqing has four Vajras under his command, and Mao Qiwu is the leader of them. He is a powerful warrior of the ninth rank, and she has heard of him for a long time.

Looking at the Northern Qi envoy team, after Lang Tao appeared, each of them looked furious and stared at Mao Qiwu with angry eyes, but they were also frightened by Mao Qiwu's cold aura and were forced to be speechless.

As for the two officials from the Honglu Temple of Nanqing, they looked as if they were gloating over someone else's misfortune, especially the one named Xin Qiwu, whose smile was so obscene that Haitang Duoduo couldn't help but want to slap him.

At this time, Mao Qiwu's voice came over.

"Let's deal."

"Deal...deal?" Mao Qiwu's directness made Haitang Duoduo stunned for a moment. Then, he saw Mao Qiwu took out a bunch of keys and said, "One hand gives the goods, the other hand gives the person. Your Highness doesn't like it..."

"Wait, Lang Tao is an important suspect, how can we make a private deal in broad daylight?"

At this moment, a loud shout was heard, and in the distance, the ground shook slightly. A team of black cavalry rushed down the long street.

"Let's trade." As if he didn't hear the voice, Mao Qiwu threw the key in his hand to Haitang Duoduo.

Haitang Duoduo subconsciously reached out her hand.

call out!
A black light flashed, and the key in the air was carried away by the black light and nailed firmly to the ground ten feet away.

"I said, Lang Tao is a serious criminal of Northern Qi, and private transactions are not allowed."

Mao Qiwu narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the black rider, "Yan Xiaoyi?!"

(End of this chapter)