Film and Television: Immortality Begins in the Kingdom of Qing

Chen Pingping did not refute, but remained silent in thought.

Only after the two had walked out of the palace gates did he speak:

"Since we've finally gotten this opportunity, let's give it a try."

Since His Majesty has ordered an investigation, I will investigate thoroughly.

in case!"

"it is good!"

Fan Jian released the wheelchair, got into the carriage, and then spoke again:

"Then I'll really go and ask."

"Go ahead, and while you're at it, find out what this prince is capable of."

Fan Jian nodded and returned to the Fan residence first.

It was already noon, and he planned to go to Yuntian Palace again in the afternoon to finalize the matter.

As soon as Fan Jian returned to the Fan residence, he sent someone to fetch Fan Xian.

Looking at the rather reserved Fan Xian, he couldn't help but sigh.

Then he said:

"You've been staying in the manor for a month now, how are you feeling?"

Fan Xian didn't know what this cheap old man wanted to do, but he still told the truth:

"It's alright, Aunt Liu takes good care of her, but it feels like Ruoruo stays at home every day."

She should be allowed to go out and explore more, or rather, she should be encouraged to learn more.

"Oh?" Fan Jian stroked his beard and smiled.

"The fact that you're already thinking about your sister so quickly shows that you still care about your family."

"Yes, are you upset that your father didn't find you something to do?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian lowered his head slightly and remained silent, his eyes darting around rapidly.

At least I have a badge from the Censorate, but I haven't had time to report for duty yet because I'm getting familiar with the capital.

However, I only understood after meeting Fei Jie.

In the Southern Qing Dynasty, it was still the domain of powerful clans and aristocratic families.

If you want to take a shortcut, you still need a guide.

Fan Xian wouldn't be so foolish as to abandon his father, who was serving as the Vice Minister of Revenue, to become a stubborn fool.

Although he was able to copy a lot of things, if he were to actually take the imperial examination, his handwriting would probably give even a novice a headache.

Thinking about this.

Fan Xiancai then spoke:

“The son does not blame his father. As the Vice Minister of Revenue, he is very busy with many affairs and has his own reasons.”

The main theme is family affection, combined with the tactic of playing hard to get!

really.

Upon hearing this, Fan Jian straightened up excitedly and widened his eyes.

"What did you say? You're willing to call me father? Hehe, I'm very happy, even overjoyed."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian spoke again:

"It's been over a month, and I'm still a bit rusty, but my son knows that even in Danzhou..."

They never lacked food, clothing, shelter, or transportation, and upon arriving in the capital, they received the treatment they were entitled to.

"If it weren't for Father's permission, Aunt Liu probably wouldn't have done this."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jian laughed, secretly thinking, "What a sly little devil."

"Stop flattering me, this is about the inner quarters."

It was her decision; we'll see how things develop after we get to know each other better.

You'll find out soon enough. To tell you the truth, this is what your father has been doing for the past month or so.

Being constantly busy, without ever touching the ground, is basically just finding you a chore.

Fan Xian was startled and looked up at Fan Jian in a daze.

A high-ranking official in the Ministry of Revenue spent a month looking for a job for himself?

If this gets out, it might scare those who move between various factions.

Those who aspire to a minor official position are consumed by envy.

Fan Xian hurriedly stepped forward, adopting a fawning manner, and helped massage his shoulders and back, chuckling softly:

"Dad, did you succeed in the end?"

Fan Jian raised his head and suddenly laughed:

"Why do I feel a little thirsty?"

Fan Xian hurriedly brought over the brewed tea.

"Please have a drink."

Gurgle.

Fan Jian showed no politeness, instead stroking his beard and saying under Fan Xian's expectant gaze:

"You little rascal, even though you're in Danzhou, I know everything you do."

You can go to the Censorate when you have time, but the official positions are not officially recognized by the Emperor.

I offered you the position of Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial in the Ministry of Rites, but I declined.

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian first counted on his fingers, then remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Father, that's a fifth-rank official position! How could you just give it away like that!"

Fan Jian snorted and laughed:

"You know it's a fifth-rank official? A kid with absolutely no background."

Having just entered the imperial court and without having achieved any merit, you're already at the fifth rank; do you think you're just there to perform official duties?

"You'll just go and invite trouble, and in the end you won't even know how you died!"

Fan Xian wasn't stupid; he instantly understood the pros and cons.

I couldn't help but shiver.

It seems that Emperor Qing has ill intentions!

"To tell you the truth, His Majesty's intentions are very clear: he wants to cultivate you."

But the methods were a bit too extreme. Do you know that not long after, I, Nanqing, will...

It is highly likely that he was sent as an envoy to the Northern Qi to exchange hostages, which was extremely dangerous.

If you were to actually become the Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial, you would certainly be the first to be targeted.

"I'm afraid they'll never return!"

Fan Jian recounted everything he knew to Fan Xian in detail.

As a result, Fan Xian increasingly felt that he was being watched.

This is a plan to make this newbie from the start tough.

Let's just start the max-level dungeon right away.

I'm not stupid enough to do this for a fifth-rank official position.

Before even being fully developed, he dared to directly pick up a sword and attack the BOSS.

That's not bravery, that's idiocy.

Seeing Fan Xian deep in thought, Fan Jian didn't rush to wake him up.

Instead, he continued to sip his tea, oblivious to everything else.

"So what do you mean?"

Fan Jian then put down his teacup and said:

"Anyway, you can't escape or avoid being sent as an envoy to Northern Qi."

The issues involved were indirectly caused by you.

So I'll try to find you a good job.

There's still some time before my mission to Northern Qi, so this is a good opportunity to hone my skills.

"I don't want this old man to have to bury his child when the time comes."

"Dad is still the best."

Fan Xian was overjoyed, never expecting his cheap father to be so thoughtful.

This is desperately trying to shield oneself from the wind and rain.

I couldn't help but feel a little touched.

Who knew?

Fan Jian let out a soft sigh.

This sent a chill down Fan Xian's spine.

"Unfortunately, the mountain I wanted to find for you is not easy to climb."

Regardless, I'll go check on it this afternoon.

If the opportunity truly arose, I would gladly go even to Northern Qi!