Douluo's Twelve Treasures Linglong Pagoda

Celebrating more than one year in the world.

As time went by, officials from Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites arrived in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests one after another.

Fan Xian sat with Xin Qiwu, who had worked with him before, and chatted in a low voice.

After a while, a white-haired old man walked into the hall with a schoolboy in his teens.

The old man had an aura unique to a literati, his pace was slow but steady, he was Wenzong of the Northern Qi Dynasty - Zhuang Mohan.

Seeing Zhuang Mohan entering the hall, a group of officials stood up and saluted Zhuang Mohan spontaneously to show their respect.

Zhuang Mohan was a great literary master in the Northern Qi Dynasty, respected by the world, even in Nanqing, he was also respected by civil officials.

Zhuang Mohan took his seat, and the book boy put down the bookcase on his back, then bowed and exited the hall.

Not long after the book boy left, the eunuch's servant shouted, "Your Majesty is here."

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

A group of officials stood up to pay respects.

Emperor Qing, who was dressed in a dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair and slowly raised his hand: "Everyone is flat, please take your seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!!!"

All the officials got up and took their seats.

"Dinner~"

Following the eunuch Hou's summons, a group of handsome court ladies brought all kinds of delicacies to the table.

After Emperor Qing moved his chopsticks, all the ministers moved their chopsticks.

Fan Xian didn't like these court etiquettes, and started to gobble them up, disregarding his image at all, appearing to be a maverick.

The eldest princess Li Yunrui eats very elegantly, but she knows that there are group members watching.

At this time, the second prince Li Chengze with the alpaca hairstyle stood up, came to Emperor Qing, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"Say."

Emperor Qing said lightly.

The second prince said: "Fan Xian's prose is brilliant, and my ministers can't stop admiring his poetic talent. Recently, I heard that he was neither humble nor aggressive when negotiating with the Northern Qi Dynasty. It can be used to great effect."

Emperor Qing casually moved his chopsticks: "Say it directly."

The second prince thought for a while and said, "In the spring of next year, it's better for Fan Xian to preside over the scientific examinations. A young talent can mention some candidates from all over the world. It will be recorded in the annals of history, and it may become a good story."

"Although Fan Xian is famous for his talent, his qualifications are still inexperienced."

Emperor Qing's thoughts were as deep as an abyss, and it was clear that the second prince wanted to win over Fan Xian, but this was not what Emperor Qing wanted to see, what he cared about was the temple, and Fan Xian had to get close to Xiao En.

Prince Li Chengqian took a look at the eldest princess, got up and knelt down in front of Emperor Qing: "Your Majesty, although Fan Xian's resources are low, his talent cannot be concealed. His sons and ministers seconded the proposal, and Fan Xian will preside over the Spring Conference."

Fan Xian looked at the two princes and felt that the other had no good intentions.

The officials in the palace were talking about it. Since Fan Xian came to the capital, because he was involved in the imperial treasury, he was wooed by the prince and the second prince one after another, causing many troubles.

Some time ago, at the Shizi Poetry Meeting, Fan Xian made all the talented scholars have no poems to compare with his poem "Climbing the High". In addition, the recently popular "Red Mansion" was sought after by everyone in the family, and it has become a household name.

There are many people who are popular, and some people admire them, while others are jealous.

Emperor Qing took a panoramic view of the reactions of the ministers below, and said: "There are still some days before Chunwei, we will decide when the time comes, you all go down."

Emperor Qing had spoken, the crown prince and the second prince felt unwilling, but they could only obey orders and retreat.

At this time, Zhuang Mohan on the side suddenly opened his mouth and asked Emperor Qing, "Your Majesty, is that young man Fan Xian?"

"Mr. Zhuang also knows about Fan Xian?"

Emperor Qing looked at Zhuang Mohan, and glanced at Li Yunrui without a trace.

Just by intuition, he knew that there was some kind of agreement between Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan.

He didn't care about Li Yunrui's actions, because Emperor Qing believed that everything was under control. Although Li Yunrui had done a lot of outrageous things, as long as it didn't hinder his plan, then he could forget the past.

Li Yunrui looked at Emperor Qing, and just smiled, she now knew what kind of person Qing Emperor was, and even had those hole cards.

On the contrary, Emperor Qing's impression of her is still at the original stage, which is very beneficial to Li Yunrui.

Now Li Yunrui is interacting with the members of the chat group, the farce in front of her is a big gift she prepared for Fan Xian, everything is being staged according to her script, this feeling is really wonderful.

in the live room.

General Zhenbei: Emperor Qing is one of the four great masters, and he doesn't seem to be very powerful, and he has only reached the third level.

Eldest Princess: I can't compare to General Xiahou.

Jiang Yuyan: In fact, in this world, Emperor Qing is considered top-notch in terms of intelligence, martial arts, and calculations. If Fan Xian hadn't had the halo of the leading role, Emperor Qing would probably be the final winner!

Captain Awei: Now the eldest princess is the one who makes the arrangements. Why don't you buy more guns and launch a coup directly? Wouldn't it be nice to be an empress?

Jiang Yuyan: The captain thinks the problem is too simple. This is a feudal society, and women are emperors, so it is not easy.

Scar: If there is any difficulty, as long as you give points, I will drive a spaceship to support, and anyone who refuses to accept will be pulled out to skin and bone.

Interesting Heroes: What Are These People Saying?I dont understand!

Princess:......

The members of the group have read each other's memory copies of other group members, and they all know something about "Celebrating More Than Years".

But everyone handles problems differently.

For example, Jiang Yuyan, she is good at scheming and calculating, and she does things step by step.

Scar, the Predator, likes to go straight, with big limbs and a simple mind.

As for Saitama, he is an islander who cannot understand Chinese and has a black question mark on his face.

Ning Que didn't say a word, just ate the melon with the melon seed coke silently.

Celebrating more than one year in the world.

Zhuang Mohan began to chant poems:

"The wind gusted the sky and the high monkey wailed, and Nagisa Qingsha and the white bird flew back.

The endless fall of the trees, the endless Yangtze River rolling in.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Difficulty and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the down and out new stop the dirty wine glass. "

"It's a fine poem. I've written all my life and there's nothing like it."

Zhuang Mohan opened his mouth to appreciate, then looked at Fan Xian, and started to get angry: "This poem is indeed an ancient quatrain, but unfortunately, it was not written by Mr. Fan."

Fan Xian was a little complacent at first, but when he heard what happened later, he was shocked, because this poem was indeed not written by him, but by the old Du Fu from Shaolingye in his past life memory. He just copied it... Bah, it was. Literary porter.

Logically speaking, there is no Du Fu in this world, and no one should know this secret. Could it be that Zhuang Mohan is also a time traveler?

The faces of the officials in the hall changed slightly when they heard the words, and the officials of Nanqing looked at Fan Xian and Zhuang Mohan in surprise.

The people of Northern Qi and Dongyi City looked like they were watching the show.

Li Yunrui pretended to be shocked, and started to fan the flames: "Could it be that Fan Xian's poems were plagiarized?!"

Zhuang Mohan nodded: "Yes."

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian calmly, "Fan Xian, Mr. Zhuang said that your poem was copied. What do you want to say?"

"Mr. Zhuang can say whatever he likes. Anyway, Mr. Zhuang has high morals and prestige. Empty words have no basis, and his words count."

Fan Xian took the wine glass and drank it on his own. He felt that Zhuang Mohan could not be a time traveler. After all, at such a young age, if he were a time traveler, he would have spread the three hundred Tang poems all over the world.

But he had never heard the poems and songs of his previous life in this world, which is why Fan Xian dared to openly act as a copywriter.

The second prince had a good impression of Fan Xian, and said immediately, "Your Majesty, I can testify that Fan Xian's poem was indeed composed at the Poetry Conference of Prince Jing's Mansion, and Guo Baokun, the palace editor, was also present at that time, which can be witnessed. "

Emperor Qing asked, "Is Guo Baokun there?"

"The minister is here." Guo Baokun stood up immediately.

Emperor Qing asked, "Is this composed by Fan Xian?"

Guo Baokun said nervously, "Yes."

Li Yunrui said calmly: "So, Mr. Zhuang deliberately framed Fan Xian?"

"No, it just so happens that this poem was written by my teacher when he was traveling in Tingzhou. It would be a good thing for this beautiful sentence to reappear in the world, but Mr. Fan invited someone else's poem to be named, which is not appropriate!"

Zhuang Mohan looked at Fan Xian: "A literati establishes a world, and virtue is more important than talent. Mr. Fan's invitation to fame with other people's poems is really too much. I have hesitated again and again whether to tell the truth about this matter. After careful consideration, I want to say it." The truth, but it also helped Mr. Fan to find his way back, the so-called "do not break, do not stand, re-establish virtue and cultivate your heart, this is also the heart of this old man who loves talent, and I have no malice towards you, I hope Mr. Fan will reflect on himself."

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian: "Do you have anything to say?"

Fan Xian drank several cups and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, is your teacher's surname Du?"

This is a test. If Zhuang Mohan is really a time traveler, he will naturally know that "Climbing the High" is Du Fu's poem.

Zhuang Mohan is not a time traveler, he just reached a cooperation with Li Yunrui to cooperate in acting. Hearing Fan Xian's words, he shook his head and said, "My teacher's surname is not Du."

Hearing this, Fan Xian heaved a sigh of relief, and asked again, "Does Mr. Zhuang know about Li Bai?"

"I've never heard of it." Zhuang Mohan shook his head again.

Two questions, Fan Xian confirmed that Zhuang Mohan was not a time traveler, and immediately said with a smile: "Then it's all right."

"Our Qing Dynasty is different from the Northern Qi Dynasty. The law is the most important thing in everything. If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can't rely on empty words." Li Yunrui seemed to be blaming Zhuang Mohan, but in fact he was digging for Fan Xian. pit.

Seeing Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan singing together, Emperor Qing was not happy, but his face was always calm, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

"What the eldest princess said makes sense."

Zhuang Mohan took over the topic cooperatively, took out a picture scroll, opened it, and put it on the table: "Everyone, please see, this was written by my teacher back then. Is this a proof?"

Everyone looked over and found that the scroll above was the verse of "Climbing the High".

The calligraphy is smooth and flowing, pleasing to the eye. Compared with Fan Xian's dog-eating fonts, it is a judgment call.

At the signal of Emperor Qing, Eunuch Hou came forward with the scroll. Emperor Qing looked at it and asked him to show the scroll to the officials.

Zhuang Mohan was full of confidence, and said with a smile: "Actually, you don't need to read these manuscripts, you can also see the clues. The last four lines of the poem "Climbing the High" are desolate. If you haven't experienced the ups and downs in life, how can you write such a poem? The artistic conception? Mr. Fan is young and beautiful, with a bright future, how can he have such a desolate state of mind? The young man insists on worrying, too much is too late!"

Although Fan Xian was not flustered, under what circumstances, he had already been put on fire. If he admitted his mistake, he would definitely be condemned.

This is the shortcoming of Wen Chaogong. Once the car overturns, it will be lost forever.

Right now, Fan Xian can only make mistakes and refuse to admit it.

There is no Du Fu in this world, as long as he refuses to admit it, the other party has nothing to do, the worst is to say that the public is right and the woman is right.

The atmosphere in the hall became a little depressed, and the officials of Nanqing looked unhappy. After all, Fan Xian was from Nanqing. If he really copied other people's works.

Don't say that Fan Xian will no longer have the face to enter the officialdom and the literary world, even the entire Qing court will lose face.

Guo Baokun had a feud with Fan Xian, and because he didn't know about Fan Xian's relationship with Emperor Qing, he stood up in a daze and knelt in front of the hall: "Your Majesty, Fan Xian is so deceitful and steals his name, he really lost my face as a literati. I implore Your Majesty to deprive this literary thief of his reputation, drive him out of the capital, and never hire him in this lifetime."

Guo Youzhi didn't want to get involved, but his silly son had already stepped forward. As a father, he couldn't ignore it, and knelt down in front of the palace right now: "Your Majesty, Fan Xian should be severely punished for plagiarizing other people's poems, otherwise it will be difficult to appease the people all over the world." mouth!"

Li Yunrui was pinching the hem of his clothes, feeling a little nervous, the stage was already set up, and he was just waiting for Fan Xian to come on stage for a show.

Fan Xian lived up to everyone's expectations. He saw that Zhuang Mohan was actually putting on a show. "Climbing the High" could not have been written by the other party's master, so there is only one truth, and the other party wanted to frame him.

Although the framing was true, Fan Xian did not admit it.

After taking a sip of the wine, Fan Xian stood up, and said with a disdainful smile, "Who copied it? Could it be that I wrote a poem, so I copied it? Could it be that Mr. Zhuang's disciples are all over the world, and his poems and essays are known everywhere, so he is qualified to be identified as a plagiarist?"

Zhuang Mohan tapped the scroll on the table lightly with his fingers, but said nothing.

Seeing this, Fan Xian sneered in his heart, and said, "Master Zhuang, it's okay to use this kind of trick to fool children. You said that I copied Lingshi's poem. I wonder why this poem didn't appear on the Internet before I wrote it. world?"

Zhuang Mohan didn't explain, but asked instead: "The poem is the voice of the heart, Mr. Fan has no such past, how can he write this poem?"

"Shi Nai Wen Tao."

Fan Xian looked at Zhuang Mohan, and said coldly: "The way of poetry always pays attention to talent. Maybe my poems are forced to express sorrow, but whoever says that they have not experienced things can't be transformed into their own poetry. ?”

His words were extremely arrogant, and he completely compared himself to a genius, so he used this to prove that Zhuang Mohan's previous poetic theory did not exist!

Seeing this, Li Yunrui thought to himself: "This wave is stable!"

Zhuang Mohan has now determined that Fan Xian is a person who deceives the world and steals his name, and said: "Could it be that Mr. Fan can write wonderful words anytime and anywhere that have nothing to do with what happened to him?"

Fan Xian himself is a liberal arts student, and his memory in this life seems to be very good. The various poems and songs he read in his previous life are extremely clear, and all kinds of poems come from the mouth.

Thinking that he would break into the palace at night to seize the key tonight, Fan Xian deliberately showed his drunkenness and said boldly: "You said that I plagiarized, then let's see if these poems of mine are also plagiarized. Here comes the pen...here comes the paper. .......Mo Lai.......People come."

in the live room.

Jiang Yuyan and the others knew that Fan Xian was about to start acting aggressive.

Jiang Yuyan: Come on, come on, Fan Xian is about to act aggressive.

The leader of the Tianxiahui: This kid is going to be unlucky, just wait for the car to overturn.

General Zhenbei: These traversers are all the same, and they will die if they don’t pretend to be forceful!

[Group leader] Treat people with sincerity: If life is not pretentious, what is the point?

Captain Awei: The group leader is right. Now that I am in Renjia Town, if I don’t pretend to be aggressive for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over.

The hero of interest: Suoga.

......

In the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

Fan Xian's drunken eyes were hazy, he took a gulp, smashed the wine jar, and began to recite the poems he remembered from his previous life.

A few eunuchs waited for Fan Xian to write a poem (death) with pens and paper.

Fan Xian lived up to expectations, Zhangkou came:

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"Don't you see the mirror in the high hall is sad and white, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold is gone..."

"Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past..."

"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and the sound of fifty strings tumbling beyond the Great Wall. The autumn of the battlefield..."

"I don't know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid that it's so cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world..."

.......

At this time, Fan Xian was in high spirits, bursting like a machine gun, one after another of the ancient quatrains, each poem was a masterpiece of previous literati, naturally brilliant, and the room was full of silence.

Shock and disbelief were written all over the faces of the ministers.

They have seen poetry writers, but they have never seen how to write poems!

Those poems were so exquisite that they could be called ancient quatrains, and they were all unheard of, but Fan Xian didn't seem to need to think about it. He recited hundreds of poems while drinking, unconsciously.

Emperor Qing was a little surprised, but with a smile on his face, Fan Xian's performance made him more sure that Fan Xian could find the temple for him.

Looking at Li Yunrui, seeing Li Yunrui smiling, Emperor Qing frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

He knew Li Yunrui very well. Although the other party was close to Fan Xian on the surface, it was absolutely impossible for him to let go of the treasury power, for example, to target Fan Xian.

This situation should not be something that Li Yunrui would like to see, but the other party still kept smiling.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Others didn't notice these details, they were all surprised by Fan Xian's "poetic talent".

Today's night banquet, Fan Xiandoujiu's Hundred Poems, really shocked the Nanqing officials, and the officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty and Dongyi City all looked shocked.

It's not that they have never seen a talented person, but they have never seen such a talented person.

You let them be arty, recite a poem, think about it for a while, and they can also hold back a few rhyming lines.

But every one of Fan Xian's poems made them feel ashamed. There were hundreds of amazing poems in a row.

No, even the prince and the second prince were dumbfounded.

Fan Xian seemed to have drunk too much. He walked up to Zhuang Mohan staggeringly, pointed his index finger at Zhuang Mohan's nose, and said with a contemptuous smile, "I'm not as good as you in commenting on the scriptures. Writing poems is a matter of course." You... are not as good as me."

However, Fan Xian did not see any shame, anger or anger on Zhuang Mohan's face.

Zhuang Mohan just smiled coldly, then slapped the table and got up, pointed at Fan Xian's nose, and cursed regardless of his appearance: "Write poems? Did you write these poems? It's shameless to brazenly plagiarize other people's works, old man." I have never seen such a brazen person!"

Fan Xian originally wanted to hit someone with poetry, and then mocked Zhuang Mohan, an old guy. He never thought that the other party would jump up and call him shameless.

The script is wrong!

Fan Xian faintly felt that things were beyond his control.

Emperor Qing, who was originally smiling, gradually lost his smile. Fan Xian was still his son no matter what. Even if outsiders didn't know his identity, Fan Xian was also an official of Nanqing, and now he was scolded by an outsider in front of all the officials. This is not to show that he does not give him face as the emperor.

The officials of Nanqing didn't know why, so they looked at each other in dismay. Fan Xian had such an amazing "poetic talent", which was naturally a good thing for Qing, which had always had a lack of cultural background.

Could it be that Zhuang Mohan became angry from embarrassment and lost his mind?

Judging by Zhuang Mohan's appearance, he doesn't seem to be talking nonsense!

"Could it be that the poem Fan Xian sang just now was really plagiarized?"

"It shouldn't be. Fan Xian's verses just now are all classics. If they are plagiarized, why have they never heard of them before?"

"Perhaps everyone Zhuang saw that I, Nanqing, was born with such a genius, and felt jealous, and I don't know if he maliciously slandered me."

"Aren't you surprised? Even if poetic talent is truly peerless, it may be understandable to compose a few ancient quatrains casually, but Fan Xian recited hundreds of excellent poems without hesitation, and the style is very different. The vocabulary is rather weird, which doesn't make sense at all."

"What you said is true. Young people have limited knowledge. How can they be so knowledgeable? Even if they read from the mother's womb, they may not have such knowledge!"

"That's right, Fan Xian behaves frivolously and has no literary character. It doesn't look like this."

"But how do you explain these verses? Zhang is counted as having read the entire book, but these verses are unheard of. It wasn't written by Fan Xian, and who wrote it/"

"This is really unknown, maybe Zhuang knows the cause and effect!"

……

Seeing the discussions among the ministers, Emperor Qing looked at Li Yunrui.

However, Li Yunrui didn't care about Emperor Qing's warning eyes. Instead, he struck while the iron was hot, and said to Zhuang Mohan, "Mr. Zhuang, you must have evidence for what you say, so that Fan Xianshi can be seen by all. Although you are a great sage, you can't slander others like this!"

"The eldest princess's words are wrong. The old man wanted to persuade Mr. Fan to rein in the precipice, but he never thought that he would not repent, but would get worse. If this is the case, then the old man doesn't have to save him face."

After Zhuang Mohan said that, he took out more than a dozen books from the bookcase beside him and put them on the table: "Your Majesty and all of you, please read them over. You will know the right and wrong at a glance."

Emperor Qing asked Eunuch Hou to bring the books over, and upon seeing this, Emperor Qing's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Look at it too!"

Emperor Qing asked Eunuch Hou to pass on the books and give them to the officials to read.

He actually wanted to protect Fan Xian, but now besides the courtiers of Nanqing, there were also the missions of Northern Qi and Dongyi City, so he couldn't hide it, so he could only suppress his anger and maintain the demeanor of a king.

The books went round and round, and among the ministers of the Three Kingdoms, everyone who had read the books would look at Fan Xian with strange eyes.

despise.

Outright contempt!

Even the few people in Nanqing who were better than Fan Xian shook their heads and sighed.

The second prince looked at Fan Xian and said angrily, "Fan Xian, I never thought you would be such a deceitful person. I really misjudged you!"

The crown prince shook his head and sighed: "What a Fan Xian, he openly deceived the emperor, can you be convicted?"

"Why did the prince say that?"

Fan Xian was a little puzzled, he hadn't read the book yet, but from the eyes of the people around him, Fan Xian felt that something was wrong.

"Hmph, see for yourself."

The prince threw the book at Fan Xian, his eyes were full of gloating and a trace of indignation.

Fan Xian took the book and looked at it, and suddenly he shuddered. The drunkenness on his face disappeared, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

This book is actually three hundred Tang poems!

Isn't this the hell!

Li Yunrui pretended to sigh: "Fan Xian never expected that you are so shameless, not only plagiarizing other people's works, but also blatantly deceiving the emperor above the palace, can you be convicted?"

Surprise, not unexpected?

Li Yunrui enjoyed Fan Xian's desperate and bewildered expression on this matter very much, it was a great joy.

Who asked Fan Xian to pretend to be aggressive, but fortunately he chose to chant poems and slap his face.

After receiving the pretense, he was fucked instead, which can be called a large-scale pretense and face-slapping scene.

Fan Xian was really dumbfounded. Most of the poems he pretended to recite just now were in books, written so clearly that there was no way to deny them.

How ruthless she was pretending just now, how painful it is to be slapped in the face now!

But he couldn't figure it out, the books Zhuang Mohan got from him, could it be that the other party is really a time traveler?

All he did was to intentionally trick him, isn't that sick!

Emperor Qing was angry, but his face was still calm, and he scolded, "Fan Xian, what else can I say?"

The Crown Prince did not let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury, and immediately stepped forward and knelt down: "Your Majesty, Fan Xian is not only deceiving the world and stealing his name, but also committing the crime of deceiving the emperor. He deserves to be punished for his crime."

The second prince was more optimistic about Fan Xian before, but at this time he did not intercede for Fan Xian.

Fang Cun Fan Xian drank and recited poems, full of madness, now he seems to be a clown, he has been thrown abroad ashamed, and now he is publicly executed, directly causing Fan Xian's social death.

Fan Xian never expected the car to overturn so quickly, he was really caught off guard!

Thinking of his pretentious appearance just now, Fan Xian's face was thicker than the city wall, and this matter felt hot. The contemptuous looks from the people around him made him ashamed, and he wished he could dig a big hole in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest with his toes and jump in. .

Plagiarism was already a certainty now, and there was no room for him to quibble, Fan Xian thought about it quickly, but he couldn't think of a way, so he just lay down on the spot and pretended to be dizzy with the help of alcohol.

Anyway, when things got to such an extent, it was useless for him to explain it. Whether he was dead or alive depended on Emperor Qing's words.

Fan Xian bet that Emperor Qing would not kill him, as long as he didn't pull him down and behead him on the spot, he would still have a chance.

He is not someone who will be caught without a fight. At worst, he will fight his way out and follow Uncle Wuzhu to the end of the world.

The people in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests were excited, and many ministers jointly begged Emperor Qing to execute Fan Xian in order to rectify the law of the country.

If it were ordinary people who would lose face and bread to Qing, Emperor Qing would definitely kill him, but Fan Xian was different, not only his son, but also the clue to find the temple.

In the end, Emperor Qing was able to overcome the public opinion and asked the people from the procuratorate to take Fan Xian into custody.

A farce is over.

However, the news of what happened in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests quickly spread throughout the capital under the spread of caring people.

Fan Xian's reputation was completely rotten.

Later, even the "Red Mansion" in Fan Xian's bookstore was pointed out as plagiarism. With the publication of the full version of "Red Mansion", some of Fan Xian's fans turned from fans to black fans, and they threw rotten eggs around Fan's house every day, making fun of it. No one in Defan Mansion dared to go out.

After the live broadcast is over.

Emperor Qing and Princess Chang talked alone, and scolded Li Yunrui for "I don't know the general idea".

Li Yunrui didn't care about this, and discrediting Fan Xian's reputation was only the first step.

As for Emperor Qing's suspicion, Li Yunrui no longer takes it seriously.

If it wasn't for the inability to completely control Qing Kingdom now, Li Yunrui wouldn't mind letting Yan Xiaoyi kill Emperor Qing.

Looking at the 600 points that were credited into the group chat, Li Yunrui was overwhelmed with emotion, and became more determined to kill Fan Xian.