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Chapter 840: Leaning on the sword, singing and whistling under the moon, drinking wine in the wind and facing Pengying

An hour later, Lin Ruofu and Qin Hao walked out of the hall one after another.

Lin Ruofu's face looked extremely ugly, not only because he had lost five games in a row to Qin Hao within an hour, and had been defeated without a single scratch in each game, but more importantly, he had originally wanted to ask Emperor Qing to cancel the engagement between Fan Xian and his daughter, but he never had the chance to say it.

"Commander Qin, you are so young and not only have great martial arts skills, but also excellent chess skills. Your future is limitless."

Facing Lin Ruofu's insincere praise, Qin Hao winked at him and said, "As a subject, I should serve Your Majesty and I don't deserve Prime Minister Lin's praise."

"Farewell."

"Take care, Commander Qin. Come visit me when you have time."

On the other side, after Fan Xian jumped off the carriage, he found out the location of the Inspection Institute. He walked into the gate of the Inspection Institute with a candied haws in his hand. No one paid attention to him along the way. Finally, he was taken to the place where the files of the Inspection Institute were stored with the waist badge given to him by his teacher Fei Jie.

As luck would have it, Wang Qinian was the clerk in charge of the files. When Wang Qinian learned that he was the inspector of the Inspection Institute, he suddenly knelt down and burst into tears, telling about his miserable experience, saying that his previous actions were all for his seriously ill wife and daughter at home. Seeing him in tears, Fan Xian was half-believing and half-doubting, when a guard suddenly pushed the door open and said that he had just met his wife and asked him to remember to buy some vegetables to go home in the evening. Wang Qinian did not expect that his lie would be easily exposed. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Afterwards, Fan Xian asked Wang Qinian to help find the files of Teng Zijing's family. Wang Qinian made the excuse that there were too many files and it was difficult to find them at the moment, and promised to send them to Fan Xian's house tomorrow. Fan Xian did not suspect him, and reminded Wang Qinian not to sell "Red Mansion" anymore, as he wanted to cooperate with Versace in this business. Wang Qinian had no choice but to agree with a painful heart.

At the entrance of the Procuratorate, Fan Xian reached out and touched the inscription left by his mother Ye Qingmei.

"I hope that the laws of Qing will be established for the people. No one will be tolerated because of their nobility, and no one will be deprived because of their poverty. There will be no unjustified injustices, no forced crimes. Respecting the law is like wielding a sword to destroy evil spirits and cults."

At the same time, after Qin Hao returned to the Bingmasi military camp, he asked his personal guards to release the several palace maids who had been captured that day.

"Commander, isn't it inappropriate for us to release this person without asking any questions?"

Qin Hao shook his head: "It's all over now, let's let them go, they are just small people, it's not easy to survive, why make things difficult for them."

The guards' eyes flickered with excitement when they heard this.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, Qin Hao changed into casual clothes and took a carriage to the residence of Prince Jing. He had released Guo Baokun's guards yesterday as a way of giving face to the prince. The purpose of going to the appointment with Prince Jing was also to convey a message to the second prince that he had not yet surrendered to the prince, so he could use any means to win him over.

However, when Qin Hao appeared at the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, he immediately caused discussions among the female relatives.

"Is this Commander Qin? I heard that he is the youngest ninth-rank master in Qing Country."

"Not only that, I heard that when he was at the eighth level, he defeated Si Gu Jian's first disciple Yun Zhilan and Ku He's first disciple Lang Tao one after another. They all said that he and the Northern Qi Saintess had the greatest hope of becoming grandmasters."

"No matter what rank he is, I like this kind of man very much. Don't compete with me for him."

"Don't be so self-indulgent. Commander Qin, with his family background and appearance, can he look down on you?"

The ladies' seats suddenly became extremely lively, and many noble ladies almost started fighting on the spot, until a woman in red appeared, and the scene suddenly became dead silent.

"Humph, these unmarried girls behave like this, aren't they afraid of bringing shame to their elders?"

If this was said by someone else, these noble ladies could kill each other with a single spit, but this person happened to be Ye Ling'er, who was absolutely unique among the women in the capital. In terms of martial arts, she was a seventh-rank master, and in terms of talking, she never argued with anyone, and would never talk when she could take action. No one would dare to offend her.

Fan Ruoruo happened to come in with Fan Xian, and she agreed when she saw this.

"That's right. Everyone here has read a lot of books by sages. Don't you know the four words 'propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame'?"

Ye Ling'er was originally feeling complacent about her performance, but when she heard Fan Ruoruo's words, she immediately frowned, snorted at her, and turned around and walked to her seat.

Naturally, Fan Ruoruo did not have a good face towards Ye Ling'er. The reason why she agreed with her just now was just because they were surrounded by powerful external enemies and they temporarily formed an offensive and defensive alliance.

The reactions of the two also caused these noble ladies to whisper among themselves.

On the other side, Qin Hao sat next to Prince Jing, and Li Hongcheng greeted him warmly.

After greeting Li Hongcheng, Fan Xian sat down next to Qin Hao. Coincidentally, Guo Baokun also arrived at this time, and brought with him a talented man named He Zongwei who was said to be well-known in the capital. It seemed that Guo Baokun had learned his lesson this time and specially found a strong ally to help.

"Commander Qin, thank you for that day." Guo Baokun glared at Fan Xian fiercely, then immediately put on a smiling face and bowed to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao waved his hand: "Mr. Guo, you don't have to be polite."

As soon as Guo Baokun sat down, he started to make sarcastic remarks to Fan Xian. Fan Xian was not the kind of person who would just swallow his insults, so he immediately started to argue with Guo Baokun.

Finally, Li Hongcheng stepped in to stop them: "Today is a poetry gathering, we are meeting friends through poetry, so it's better to be elegant."

"Okay, then let's judge by poetry and prose. I'm afraid some people grew up in remote areas and never learned poetry and prose, so they don't know shit."

Qin Hao shook his head secretly. Why did you mess with him? Do you know the Three Hundred Tang Poems? Do you know the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties? Isn't this just walking into Fan Xian's trap?

Fan Xian drank his wine by himself and said nonchalantly, "No matter how many poems you write today, I will only write one."

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked, but most people looked at Fan Xian with contempt, thinking that he was bragging.

"You've only made one song. I think you're uneducated and incompetent. You can't make a second one at all!" Guo Baokun said sarcastically.

The talented He Zongwei also echoed: "That's right, it's not a problem if you don't have knowledge, but being so arrogant is a problem of character."

"That's right. With such a character, how can you have the face to ask for the princess' hand in marriage? If you know what's best for you, you should go back to Danzhou immediately."

Facing the pressure from Guo Baokun and He Zongwei, Fan Xian continued to drink leisurely. After all, his purpose was to break off the engagement.

"You guys write first. I'm afraid that once I finish writing this poem, you won't dare to write again."

After Fan Xian finished speaking, he patted his stomach and bowed to Li Hongcheng: "Your Highness, may I ask where the toilet is?"

"It's in the backyard. Qingyi, take Master Fan there."

"Please, Master Fan."

Before leaving, Fan Xian took a deep look at the rice paper on Qin Hao's desk.

Guo Baokun taunted Fan Xian from behind: "How can such a rebellious person write any good poems? And he only wrote one."

"Mr. Guo, there is no need to bother with him. When his poem is finished later, I will naturally find a way to make him feel ashamed." He Zongwei flattered.

"Humph, I just can't stand this kid's arrogant face."

Li Hongcheng bowed to everyone and said, "Today's poetry gathering is about making friends through poetry. If you have any good works, please write them down so that we can appreciate them together. The winner will receive Mr. Zhuang Mohan's handwritten cursive calligraphy."

As soon as this prize was announced, it immediately caused an exclamation from everyone present. Zhuang Mohan's status in the world of Joy of Life is somewhat similar to that of Confucius and Mencius. He is the leader respected by scholars all over the world, and scholars look down on each other. To be able to receive such an honor, it can be seen that Zhuang Mohan has a high status in the literary world.

"As expected of the Prince of Jing, the first handwriting he made was the handwritten cursive calligraphy of Master Zhuang. If I can win the first prize and hang it in my study, I will have no regrets in my life."

"If Mr. Zhuang's handwriting were put on the market, it would be hard to find at a high price, right?"

"Vulgar, how can Mr. Zhuang's handwriting be measured by vulgar things?"

Not to mention the talented men who were all ready to go, even the women's seats were in a commotion.

"Ruoruo, you have a talent for poetry. You must not miss this handwritten work by Mr. Zhuang."

"Yes, Ruoruo, you should also stand up for us female guests and don't let those men take the lead."

Fan Ruoruo usually has a good relationship with people. After all, the Dream of the Red Chamber originated from her.

Seeing this, Ye Ling'er couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Humph, just her?"

Fan Ruoruo was not angry this time. She smiled at everyone leisurely and said, "I will not embarrass myself at this poetry gathering. With my brother Fan Xian here, he will definitely be the champion of this poetry gathering."

"Ruoruo, is your brother really that talented?"

"Oh, yes. I really like Mr. Fan's Red Mansion. Some of the poems in it are also very good. Maybe I can really win the first prize in one fell swoop?"

Ye Ling'er was about to say something, but was slightly startled when she saw Qin Hao had already picked up the pen.

Fan Ruoruo's eyes also fell on Qin Hao from time to time. Seeing this, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Could it be that he can also write poetry?"

Just as Qin Hao started writing, Guo Baokun and He Zongwei also wrote a poem one after another.

As for Guo Baokun's poems, they can only be considered barely acceptable. He Zongwei's poems are slightly better, but that's all. Many other people wrote poems one after another, but after everyone's appreciation, no convincing work emerged.

It was not until Prince Jing Li Hongcheng saw Qin Hao stop writing that he immediately came forward curiously.

"Commander Qin also wrote a poem. Can you please show it to me?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "I just wrote a random poem to make up the number. I hope His Royal Highness doesn't laugh at me."

"No, no, Commander Qin is so young to be able to become a ninth-rank master. He must have worked very hard. It's understandable that he is not very proficient in poetry."

Li Hongcheng picked up the rice paper on Qin Hao's desk, and suddenly he couldn't continue speaking. He was in a dazed state, and his eyes didn't move for a long time. This scene attracted many talented people present to come over.

"What a poem."

"What a good poem! It is truly a good poem. If this poem wins the first prize, I, Liu, will admit defeat."

As soon as these words were spoken, the curiosity of more talented people was aroused. The female guests were separated by a curtain and could not show their faces, so they could only look outside. Only Ye Ling'er came out without any hesitation, but there were too many onlookers and she could not see at all.

If it was someone else's poem, no matter how well it was written, Ye Ling'er would not be interested in it. But this was written by Qin Hao. She now wanted to draw her sword and chop off all these troublesome guys to see what kind of poem Qin Hao had written that could impress so many talented people present.

Just when Ye Ling'er was almost unable to suppress the power of the wild, Prince Jing Li Hongcheng read it out loud.

"The clear blue sky is like the flying geese, and the vast sea is surging. I lean on my sword and sing to the bright moon, and drink wine in the wind facing Penglai. The white deer's tracks are on the green cliff, and the clouds and mists are lingering around the Yaochi. Life is like a dream, so what's the point of talking about it? I can indulge in poetry and wine all my life."

When Li Hongcheng finished reading, there was another round of applause from the audience.

"What a good poem! He leans on his sword and sings to the bright moon, drinks wine in the wind and faces Pengying. He is indeed the youngest ninth-rank master in Qing country. Not only is his martial arts outstanding, but his poetic talent is also so unique."

"It is indeed a good poem. Such a majestic poem is a great enlightenment for life."

Although Ye Ling'er didn't quite understand what was so good about this poem, she thought it must be great to be praised by so many talented people. Listening to others praising Qin Hao, Ye Ling'er felt happier than when others praised her.

Fan Ruoruo behind the curtain also clapped in joy at this moment.

"It's a good poem indeed. I didn't expect Brother Qin Hao to be able to write such good poems."

This is not the end. After Li Hongcheng finished reading, he turned the rice paper over and faced the words on it to everyone.

"Look at Commander Qin's handwriting, it is also unique."

"Good words."

"Not only is the poem good, but the calligraphy is also good, it is really amazing."

After seeing Qin Hao's calligraphy, some talented people even began to have some doubts. Not only could they not write better poems than Qin Hao, but their calligraphy was not as good as his. Did they have to give up literature and take up martial arts in order to write such good calligraphy?

"Commander Qin, you have kept it a secret from me for a long time. Not only is he a martial arts expert, he is also a great poet and calligrapher. He is as good as Zhuang Mohan." Li Hongcheng said excitedly. Although he wanted to win over Qin Hao for the sake of the second prince, he was absolutely sincere in what he said.

Guo Baokun became even more excited. He believed that with Qin Hao's poem, he would be able to suppress Fan Xian more than enough.

"Commander Qin is a master who keeps his true colors to himself. He is not like some people who only know how to make wild statements but have not written a single word so far."

"Haha."

Everyone burst into laughter, and in their hearts they believed that Fan Xian could not write a better poem than Qin Hao's. Even Fan Ruoruo was worried for Fan Xian.

Perhaps only Qin Hao knew that Fan Xian could definitely come up with a poem that was a hundred times better than his. After all, the title of the great poet Du Fu was not just boasted.

Poetry is something that depends entirely on talent. Good poems cannot be created simply by accumulation. Qin Hao's poem is just an imitation of Li Bai's style. It seems good, but in fact it can only be considered barely passing.

Not long after, Fan Xian returned to his seat. He deliberately took Qin Hao's poem and read it again and again. He felt familiar with it, but he had no impression of it in his mind. This completely dispelled his doubts that Qin Hao was a time traveler, because he had no impression of this poem.

"Mr. Fan, didn't you say that you could surpass everyone else by just writing one poem? Why don't you write it?" Guo Baokun said sarcastically.

Qin Hao secretly held his forehead with his hand. This guy must be hoping that he will be slapped in the face by the protagonist.

(End of this chapter)