Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

Hearing this, Hong Sixiang bowed and stepped aside, watching Li Ang's figure gradually disappear into the distance. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Inside the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

In the eyes of everyone, after Fan Xian came to Beijing, he faced the solicitation and conspiracy of various forces and faced tremendous pressure, which led to today's outburst.

Various poems and articles gushed out of Fan Xian's mouth.

Some old scholars who were good at recording or officials who loved poetry were overjoyed, and they all thought that there should be more such explosions. Then who is who, how about you go and give Fan Xian some strength tomorrow?

"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind."

Even though Emperor Qing had already left, the Qing officials in the palace refused to leave. Only the Northern Qi envoys, who had been "tortured" by the diplomatic officials of the Honglu Temple in the past few days, left first.

The officials of the Qing Kingdom in the palace could also see the joy of the Qing Emperor. The smarter ones could see that the Qing Emperor was consciously praising Fan Xian today. It was unknown whether His Majesty was giving face to the Fan family.

After thinking for a moment, they were no longer bothered by these things and just started muttering to themselves that these poems were truly wonderful.

"Although this one is not as good as the previous long poems or quatrains, this one sentence alone is the finishing touch." An official from the Ministry of Rites ignored the ugly expression of Shangshu Guo Youzhi beside him, savored it carefully, and said with squinted eyes intoxicated.

It goes without saying what Guo Youzhi's fate will be, and they are no longer afraid of it.

This move made some officials from various departments who admired Fan Xian and Li Ang in their hearts but dared not show it, feel like they had met their soulmates and they all spoke up and agreed.

"There are so many poems, and each one is a masterpiece. Could they really be written by Master Fan and the other?" One of them still had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Someone nearby sneered disdainfully, "You mean to say that Mr. Li, who is the fifth greatest grandmaster in the world, helped Mr. Fan to lie?" The expression on his face was as if he was looking at a fool.

The person who just said this waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he had no such intention.

A prestigious person in the field said, "Why do you still ask this question? Look at this calligraphy!" He pointed at the rice paper with an angry look on his face, "Mr. Li and Mr. Fan are indeed very young, but this calligraphy alone is enough to establish a school of calligraphy! You still don't believe in the literary accomplishments of Mr. Li and Mr. Fan, it's really ridiculous!"

"Yes, perhaps, this is the reason why Mr. Fan and Mr. Li are friends. Didn't you see that whenever Mr. Li has any masterpieces published, they are only known to Mr. Fan." Some people have even imagined how the two met and the scene of them reciting poems and composing essays to each other.

Looking at the noisy ministers in the palace, Guo Youzhi sighed deeply. What else can he do now? What he did today obviously made Emperor Qing very angry. It was just that he did not vent his anger because of the presence of envoys from various countries.

I wonder if Her Royal Highness the Princess will help me mediate? Guo Youzhi looked at his son who had passed out drunk, thinking about a way out.

Meanwhile, in the imperial study on the other side of the palace, Emperor Qing was looking at the many copied poems, and was slightly mesmerized. The eunuch at the side was serving by his side, occasionally responding with comments that were mixed with some of his own thoughts.

Who made Lord Fan so generous on a daily basis?

"No matter how unruly Lord Fan Xian is on weekdays, his words of 'Duke Zhou spits out food to welcome guests, and the whole country is at peace' in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests tonight were extremely well said." Eunuch Hou cheered softly.

This was written by Cao Gong in ancient times on Blue Star. The phrase "Zhou Gong spitting out food" also has a prototype in this world, but it has been circulated widely and its origin is unknown.

Therefore, people in this world treat it as an allusion to ancient times, but no one uses it in literary creation.

Here, we can also see why Eunuch Hou is Emperor Qing's confidant.

Not only does he have a high level of literary accomplishment, but he is also good at observing people's words and expressions.

Apart from other things, Emperor Qing had been clearly protective of Fan Xian since he came to Beijing. His Majesty would often be delighted by his constant praise of Fan Xian.

"It's really good." It was rare for Emperor Qing to praise someone so directly, and he showed a satisfied look on his face. He raised his eyebrows and said softly: "But the merits cannot hide the flaws. Why haven't I heard of many of the allusions in it? Let people check it out and look through the books!"

Emperor Qing was of course satisfied and very happy tonight.

Since he ascended the throne, the Kingdom of Qing has been engaged in war.

He wanted to reverse the decline of Qing's literary style, and was not content with being described in history books as a monarch who was invincible militarily but a southern barbarian who was looked down upon by other countries culturally.

"Although some of these poems are unclear, their quality is excellent. The most important thing in poetry is the artistic conception, and Fan Xian has already grasped the true meaning."

Emperor Qing murmured to himself as an idea suddenly occurred to him.

"Since Fan Xian is so famous for his literary talent, why not let him preside over next year's Spring Examination?" Emperor Qing shook his head. After all, he still lacked prestige and experience. Let's just take it one step at a time.

"Many great works are written by young people. Perhaps, Lord Fan Xian is a genius in poetry." Eunuch Hou said cheerfully, reenacting the scene in the palace with great joy. "Lord Fan Xian wrote a poem while drunk tonight, which really stunned everyone in the palace! Now that our dynasty has such a great literary figure, this is a rare happy event!"

Emperor Qing's hands were not slow, and he kept changing the pieces of rice paper. The more he chewed on the poems, the more delicious they became.

His eyes gradually changed, and a cold voice suddenly came: "Zhuang Mohan's reputation of more than 70 years has been lost in one day."

The sudden change made Eunuch Hou hesitate for a moment, and then he asked carefully, "Why, why did the Zhuang family frame Master Fan like this?"

Emperor Qing sneered and did not answer Eunuch Hou's question, leaving no one knowing what he was thinking.

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Everyone please don't be so aggressive.

Just read the novel leisurely and don't make yourself unhappy because of me.

Everyone reads the novels I write with their brains, which makes it very difficult for me to do so.

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I would also like to thank some book friends for their strong support!

Thanks to book friend No. 6643 and Lu Chuanfeng for their long-term and irregular feeding!

Chapter 77 Entering the Palace at Night.

A carriage stopped outside the Fan Mansion. Fan Xian, reeking of alcohol and with red cheeks, was helped down from the carriage by servants. Then Wang Qinian carried him on his back and walked quickly into the house.

Today, Master Fan made a scene again. Wang Qinian didn't know how many poems he wrote, nor could he understand them. But when it came to how much wine the man on his back drank today, Wang Qinian was the most qualified person to speak.

Smell this strong smell of wine!

"The plan remains unchanged. Go wait for me outside the palace wall."

On Wang Qinian's back, a barely audible sound rang in his ear.

His eyes were wandering, and he looked around at the maids and servants with a terrified expression as he made his last struggle.

"My lord, you are almost drunk and you are still going to the palace. Why don't you go there another day when you are sober?"

After he finished speaking, he felt a pain on the left shoulder that Fan Xian was pinching, and he hurriedly agreed and sent Fan Xian into the room.

This night was destined to be an unusual night.

After a flurry of activity, no one dared to disturb Fan Xian's rest. At this time, only Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo were left in the room.

After everyone left, Fan Xian, who was drunk on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and said to Fan Ruoruo who was standing by, "The pills in the belt!"

Fan Ruoruo hurriedly found it in the belt hanging nearby and ate it for Fan Xian.

"Brother, are you okay? Do you have to go tonight?" Looking at Fan Xian who looked uncomfortable, Fan Ruoruo asked anxiously.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and circulated his Qi. His complexion returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, he opened his eyes. At this moment, how could he still be drunk at all?

Looking at his worried sister, Fan Xian explained, "It has to be tonight, so that no one will suspect me. I am sober now, so you don't have to worry." At the end, he reminded her worriedly, "Be sure to wait for me to come back, and don't let anyone in."

Fan Ruoruo gently stroked Fan Xian's back and said firmly, "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I won't let anyone in."

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"Uncle, are you there, uncle?" Fan Xian, dressed in night clothes, came to the outside of the palace under the cover of darkness.

Thinking about the troubles he had encountered along the way, Fan Xian couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Ever since he was assassinated on Niulan Street, the night in Kyoto has been extremely strict, and teams of patrolling soldiers can be seen passing by from time to time. In order to avoid them, Fan Xian also took some effort and wasted some time.

To be honest, this kind of work of sneaking into the palace at night was too exciting for Fan Xian. He was not forced to jump off the cliff by Wu Zhu, but it was his own choice. It seemed that he also had a spirit of adventure in his heart.

After a long while without hearing any response, Fan Xian calculated the time and guessed that Wu Zhu might have already entered the palace.

A calm voice came about this matter, interrupting Fan Xian's thoughts and scaring him at the same time.

"I'm not your uncle." Li An teased.

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Why are you walking so quietly? By the way, you can't blame me for what happened today. You promised me last time. If I become a plagiarist again, I can take you with me!"

Ang Lee didn't want to worry about it any more. What had happened had already happened and could not be changed.

"It's okay." Li An looked at the towering walls of the palace, pursed his lips, and then said, "This wall is fifty feet high, can you climb it?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian looked over there in the moonlight and saw that the wall was not only high, but also very smooth. There was no place to gain leverage, and it was vertically blocking anyone from outside.

"Of course I can't get up, but I have my own way." After Fan Xian finished speaking, he took out a long rope from his waist. There was a three-pronged iron hook at the end of the long rope. It turned out that he had prepared it.

"How about it, do you want to join me?"

Li An shook his head, and seeing that Fan Xian could go in by himself, he stopped caring about it.

"Remember the time now, just limit it to one hour."

After saying that, Li An used the Wind God Leg, and like a ray of black light, he silently floated into the palace wall and disappeared into the darkness.

After seeing Li Ang enter, Fan Xian slowly stuck to the city wall like a shadow, found a corner where his vision was blind, threw the rope in his hand, and slowly climbed up.

"It turns out that for a grandmaster, this kind of high wall is dispensable!" Fan Xian cursed indignantly and used his skills to speed up. However, no one knew that his body, which was restrained by the power of the sword, was not as good as the one in the south.

Inside Guangxin Palace.

"What little Fan Shixian? This is just the result that Your Majesty hopes to see!"

The eldest princess' usual elegant smile had long since disappeared, and now she just spoke with a blank expression, making people inexplicably intimidated.

The air seemed oppressive, with only the oil lamps emitting sparks and crackling sounds from time to time.

"Your Highness, no one would have known that Fan Xian would behave like this tonight." The female official at the side replied in a deep voice. In the Guangxin Palace, she was the only one who could respond in this way.

"Go and invite Mr. Zhuang to come." The eldest princess' voice became resentful and harsh. The only thing that remained unchanged was her proud swan-like neck. "Be careful, don't let anyone see you."

"Yes." The female official felt a sinking feeling in her heart and left after taking the order.

At this time, Li An flew onto the top of the wall, avoided the guards on the wall, came to the roof of a house, and observed the movements around him.

The palace is very big, how big is it exactly?

In such a silent night, people walking in it will feel uneasy.

Looking at a palace maid not far away, Li An's lips curled up slightly.

I saw the palace maid nodding her head and actually fell asleep while standing.

“What a great skill!”

I couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. Li Ang didn't stop and headed towards his goal.

Li An's visit to the palace this time was not just to help Fan Xian and get a favor. He also had his own purpose - a key!

This key is different from the key to the black box that Fan Xian wanted, because this is the 'key' under the Taiping Villa!

It is possible that this "key" is not an entity in the general sense, and Li An just wants to find a way to get down.

After calming down and putting on the mask, Li An found the right direction, used his Qinggong to blend himself into the wind, and silently flew deep into the palace. As he walked and flew, he was like a ghost, skillfully avoiding the lights, and walked through the palace maids and guards as if he was strolling in the garden.

"Oh~ I'm so sleepy. The ministers in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests were up very late tonight. By the way, there was a breeze just now. It was quite comfortable."

A maid walking in the aisle yawned and said this, but was met with a freezing look from the leading maid.

"Shut up! Are you allowed to discuss these things?"

The cold words of the leading maid woke the little maid up instantly. She lowered her head and followed the other maids silently. But she still muttered softly: "There really is a gust of wind."

Above the corridor where the team of maids passed, Li An was staring around - he was lost.

Who built this palace? It's so winding.

As a last resort, he had to use his divination skills to check the location of the place he wanted to go.

After a moment, he got the answer: "This direction?" Li An looked to the front right, without stopping for a moment, leaving as if every second counts.

Yes, he planned to use Fan Xian and Wu Zhu to make some noise and attract attention.

And his target location is Emperor Qing’s bedroom!

It will be on the shelves soon, and there will be a burst of updates on the day of its release!

At least five chapters.

If the readers are supportive, ten chapters is fine.

Chapter 78 Hong Sixiang.

In a corner of the inner palace, Wu Zhu, dressed in plain Dongyi City clothes, was walking slowly.

If someone paid close attention, they would find that every step he took seemed to be measured and the distance was exactly the same.

He held his breath, or rather, he had no breath or heartbeat. Although he was covered with a black cloth, he seemed to be able to perceive everything and avoid everyone. He blended into the color of the deep palace. Except for the breeze that could lift up a corner of his clothes, how could others notice a pillar or a stone in the corner?

Wu Zhu stopped in the corner until he heard the sound of someone chewing peanuts from above his head.