Intruders of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 50

"His Majesty is here!"

After Eunuch Hou arranged for Su Hao, Xingtong, and Fan Xian to be seated, he walked towards the apse with small steps. After about 2 minutes, he came out again, and shouted at the top of his voice.

At this time in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest, everyone except Su Hao and Xingtong stood up from their seats after hearing the shrill voice, and lined up in four rows in the middle of the hall to wait, even Fan Xian No exception, but Prince Li Chengqian and the old man in white stepped out of their seats a little and made the same gestures as the people below.

tread... tread... tread...

I saw Emperor Qing striding out of the back hall, reaching the highest point of the entire Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, and sitting in the seat that belonged to him. After he sat down, he looked at each other and Su Hao, and they nodded to each other. .

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Both the Crown Prince Li Chengqian and the reluctant Fan Xian, along with all the officials of the Qing Kingdom, knelt down to pay homage to Emperor Qing. The old man in white and the man in black below holding a sword just bowed slightly. One is from Qi State, and the other is from Dongyi City, so there is no need to bow down.

"Be flat."

When Emperor Qing saw Fan Xian kneeling down to him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but in the next second he straightened his face and said to the person kneeling in front of him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Because everyone at the scene was either kneeling or bowing, no one could see Emperor Qing's expression. Only Su Hao and Xing Tong, who were sitting, noticed that Emperor Qing smiled at Fan Xian.

"Dinner!"

After such a show-off, Li Chengqian, the old man in white, the swordsman in black, Fan Xian, and all the subordinate officials all sat back in their seats. Reminded by Eunuch Hou's eyes, he also shouted at the top of his voice.

As soon as the voice came out of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, thirty or forty little palace maids came in carrying plates of delicacies and served them to everyone present in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. They placed four dishes on each table. After five dishes and two bottles of fine wine were served to all tables, they slowly exited the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

"Su Hao."

Although seeing some dishes being put on the table, Xingtong didn't move his chopsticks immediately, but whispered to Su Hao, hoping to get his permission before eating.

"Eat."

Su Hao leaned a little closer, reached out and touched her little head and said, he had already scanned these foods with his spiritual consciousness, so he could eat them with confidence.

"Cough cough."

"Fan Xielu."

Emperor Qing ignored Su Hao and Xing Tong's show of affection. He only took a few bites of side dishes and then stopped using his chopsticks. When he saw Fan Xian below, he was stuffing food into his mouth, just like he hadn't done in ten years. Like a hungry ghost who had eaten, he shouted to him with a stern face.

"His Majesty."

Fan Xian didn't know who Emperor Qing was calling at first, so he continued to bury his head in eating, but after being reminded by Xin Qiwu, he calmly stood in the center of the Hall of Prayer for Harvests and replied to Emperor Qing.

Seeing this scene, Su Hao thought that the good show had finally begun. He pulled Xingtong's sleeve to tell her not to just eat, because the next scene belonged to Fan Xian's life, which was rare. Highlight moment.

"I see that your figure is erratic and your eyes are uncertain. You are quite greedy tonight."

Seeing Fan Xian, who was bowing to him below, his body was swaying and pretending to be foolish, Emperor Qing said angrily.

"Your Majesty, the scene is so grand today, I am so nervous."

Hearing the little reproach in Emperor Qing's tone, Fan Xian grinned shyly.

"Okay, come here."

Feeling that Fan Xian was standing a little far away and it was inconvenient to speak, Emperor Qing waved to him.

"You did a good job at Honglu Temple, and you also managed the internal treasury well. I won't say anything good about you. Come, have a drink with me."

After Fan Xian walked a little, Emperor Qing raised his wine glass and invited him. The Honghe Temple he mentioned was a matter of negotiating with the Qi State Mission. In fact, it was Xin Qiwu who gave all the credit to Fan Xian, Praise Fan Xian to the sky to ask for credit for him, but Nei Ku's daily income has skyrocketed. This is all changed after Fan Xian took over.

"Your Majesty, you have praised me."

Seeing that Emperor Qing invited him to drink, Fan Xian dared not drink it. He first bowed and replied, then raised his own wine glass and drank all the wine in it in one gulp.

"Yun Zhilan, this Fan Xian is the one who killed your two female apprentices."

In a show-off mood, Emperor Qing smiled and introduced the black-clothed swordsman below, which means that my minister is not only good at work, but also has great martial arts, and it will be effortless to kill your people in Dongyi City.

"Killing them is nothing, killing me is what counts."

Yun Zhilan knew that Emperor Qing was mocking the people in Dongyi City for their poor martial arts, so he replied in a low tone, with an extremely arrogant attitude, as if no one could get into his eyes.

"Killing you...is it difficult?"

Bang!
Hearing Yun Zhilan's pretentious words, Su Hao suddenly felt that he had to stand up for Fan Xian. He smiled and said, then picked up a chopstick on the table, and lightly touched Yun Zhilan's side. With a flick, the chopsticks turned into sniper bullets in an instant, shooting towards the pillar behind Yun Zhilan, and then the whole chopsticks fell into the pillar.

"you!"

Yun Zhilan showed a horrified look on his face. He found that his cheek was scratched by the strong wind of the chopsticks, and there was a little blood oozing out, and it was impossible for him to catch the chopsticks that the young man popped out. Not even time to react.

"I... have been taught."

Wiping the blood off his face with a handkerchief, Yun Zhilan bowed to Su Hao and clasped his fists. The arrogance on his body had disappeared at this moment, leaving only respect.

"Fan Xian, wait a minute."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the scene was harmonious again, and seeing Fan Xian strolling towards his seat, Li Chengqian thought twice before standing up resolutely and calling out to stop Fan Xian.

"Father, after thinking about it, I feel that Fan Xian's literary talent is beyond ordinary people. He once overwhelmed all the scholars in the capital with just a seven-character poem. Why don't you let him preside over next year's Spring Palace?"

Li Chengqian first praised Fan Xian's literary talent, then gave an example of the seven-character poem Fan Xian had written before, and finally recommended to Emperor Qing that Fan Xian should be the examiner for next year's imperial examination.

"No!"

Zhuang Mohan immediately stood up the second after Li Chengqian finished speaking, and said in a slightly angry tone, as if handing over Chunwei to Fan Xian to preside over it would shame all scholars.

"Oh...Mr. Zhuang, why do you say that, don't you allow other scholars to be better than you?"

Seeing Zhuang Mohan's strength, Li Chengqian also started to show off his acting skills, directly saying that Zhuang Mohan is the kind of person who likes to suppress other scholars, and also showed that he is on Fan Xian's side.

"Cheng Qian, don't be rude, go back."

Emperor Qing opened his mouth and scolded Li Chengqian, telling him to go back to his seat, he was fully aware of his son's little thoughts, and he was absolutely not allowed to continue acting.

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back, the boundless trees are falling, the endless Yangtze River is rolling in, thousands of miles of sad autumn is often a guest, a hundred-year-old illness is alone on the stage, hardships and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new life is broken Dirty wine glass."

"The poem is a good poem, but unfortunately this poem was not written by Mr. Fan."

In front of everyone, Zhuang Mohan recited the seven-character poem Fan Xian used to pretend to beep, and then pointed out in a firm tone that the poem was not written by Fan Xian.

(End of this chapter)