Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Your Highness, Eunuch Li is waiting for you in the palace."

Ning Fan had just returned from the study hall, and before he even entered the door, he saw Ergou rushing over.

Ning Fan was curious, what was Li Chunan doing at this time?

"Your Majesty's decree is that King Xuanqing will enter the palace immediately!"

Li Chunan didn't look very well. After reading the oral message, he pulled Ning Fan to the side of the osmanthus tree.

Avoiding the eyes of the two Jinwu Guards, he lowered his voice and said to Ning Fan: "Your Highness, there is trouble this time! His Highness the Crown Prince has caught your handle and is about to target you!"

"The prince again?"

Ning Fan's heart was on fire, but he couldn't let his emotions influence his thinking. He could only calm down and said, "About that aspect?"

"newspaper!"

Li Chunan answered very simply.

Ning Fan nodded and was not asked any more questions, but the anger in his heart had reached its extreme.

When the car arrived at the gate of the palace, Ning Fan could only get down and walk. When he reached Chengqian Palace, the heat on his body was blown away by the cold wind.

At this time, Ning Fan's heart felt even colder.

The palace door opened, and the two young eunuchs motioned for Ning Fan to enter.

As soon as he entered, Ning Fan felt something unusual in the atmosphere.

Emperor Tian'an was lying on the couch drowsily, while Prince Ning Qing had an indifferent expression.

In addition to the prince, Cheng Wei, the chief minister of the cabinet, was also there.

"coming?"

Emperor Tian'an on the couch opened his eyes, his face full of exhaustion.

Ning Fan quickly knelt down to say goodbye, and boldly raised his head to look at Tian'an Dituo's red face.

This rosy complexion was a bit abnormal, and Ning Fan immediately thought of elixirs.

The elixir is made of cinnabar and various minerals. After taking it, you will be chronically poisoned.

At this time, Emperor Tian'an's dark purple lips and bright red face were signs of poisoning.

"Father, I haven't paid my respects to my father for a few days."

Ning Fan quickly met Emperor Tian'an's gaze and said.

Emperor Tian'an yawned and said to Ning Qing, "Tell me, what happened to your sixth brother?"

"Father, my sixth brother recently started something called a newspaper, which spreads unsavory things everywhere. He also wrote a poisonous book that mirrors the imperial court's reflection on my father!"

Prince Ning Qing quickly and respectfully told Ning Fan's crimes.

Ning Fan was confused, wondering how the novel he wrote had become a poisonous book.

"Tell me, why is it poisonous?"

Emperor Tian'an's mood waned.

"At the beginning of this book, it is written that the emperor of the Central Plains was captured by a foreign race and made a slave by the foreign race!"

"Not only that, but it was also written that all the concubines in the harem were humiliated by foreigners! Father, please comment, does this reflect the imperial court or what?"

The prince said loudly.

Emperor Tian'an did indeed open his eyes, his expression was surprised at first, and then became cold and serious.

"Fan'er, did you originally write this?"

Emperor Tian'an was slightly angry just listening to the voice.

Ning Fan knew in his heart that if he didn't handle it well, not only would the newspaper be shut down, but he would also have a hard time getting out today.

"Father, this book was indeed written by Er Chen! However, what Er Chen wrote is just a fictional story and has nothing to do with our Dakang."

Ning Fan said honestly.

"Fiction? Lao Liu, why are you so unreliable? What will the common people think if they see this book?"

The emperor refused to give up: "Old Liu, to put it lightly, you are deceiving the public with your evil words! To put it seriously, you are cursing my father!"

This hat was a bit big, and Ning Fan couldn't recognize it no matter what. He quickly said loudly: "Prince, my father is so wise and powerful, why do you always compare my father to the king who has subjugated his country?"

"There are so many stories about the country's subjugation in the past. What I wrote is about the previous dynasty. What does it have to do with my father?"

Ning Fan defended loudly.

When Emperor Tian'an heard Ning Fan praising him for his wisdom and prowess, he immediately felt much more relaxed and his brows gradually relaxed: "Fan'er, the prince is just worried and has no ill intentions. You don't have to be nervous!"

"Father, I am really wronged! In my eyes, my father is the emperor of the ages, and he is the greatest person in my heart! Throughout the past thousand years, there has been no one as majestic as my father. character!"

Ning Fan didn't care much at this time. Even Cheng Wei, the silent chief assistant at the side, felt numb after hearing the flattery.

An ancient emperor?

Cheng Wei couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Fan'er, remember, never exaggerate at any time! I am not the emperor of the ages, and you don't have to deliberately make me happy."

Emperor Tian'an already had a smile on his face: "You run this Laoshizi newspaper, tell me what it is?"

Seeing Emperor Tian'an's expression change from gloomy to clear, the prince felt angry and angry.

Unexpectedly, Ning Fan not only escaped unscathed by his deliberate efforts, but also made Emperor Tian'an very happy.

It seems that this time I really have to steal the chicken but lose the rice!

"Father, newspapers are actually a medium for transmitting information!"

"It's just like the imperial court's Dibao, except that this change has been replaced by filial piety. The ministers choose the new things that happen in Anjing every day and write them in the newspaper so that the people can understand them."

"In the future, I plan to publish my father's teachings and some great poems in newspapers."

Ning Fan said cautiously.

Emperor Tian'an had a hobby, which was to write poetry.

Not only does he like to write poems, but he also likes to paint. As long as it is something that literati like to do, this old man will not be left behind.

It's just that this level is a bit difficult to describe. In Ning Fan's opinion, he is a good person, fun-loving and especially likes to show off.

In the early years, Emperor Tian'an's favorite thing to reward ministers was his own calligraphy treasure, and he would often write a few limericks.

Over the years, regardless of the quality of the poems Emperor Tian'an wrote, the quantity is actually astonishing.

Ning Fan remembered that he once saw a collection of Emperor Tian'an's poems recorded by doctors of the Five Classics in Taixue. There were at least more than 8,000 poems!

"Who can read this newspaper?"

Emperor Tian'an suddenly became interested when he heard that Ning Fan was going to publish his poems in newspapers.

"From the dignitaries to the peddlers and servants, as long as they can read it, they will gradually buy a copy! Because my newspaper is not expensive, it only costs a penny a copy!"

Ning Fan explained.

"Haha, a penny?"

Emperor Tian'an looked a little lazy.

The prince on the side seized the opportunity and said again: "Father, listen to this! Isn't this a waste of precious paper? It's not good to do something serious, you have to waste things?"

"Father, don't waste anything!"

"My son runs a newspaper to let the people know what kind of person my father is and how he works diligently and loves the people every day!"

"Also, my father's poems are so exquisite that they can be published in newspapers for the people to admire and learn from!"

Ning Fan is full of desire to survive.

As soon as the prince caught the clue, Ning Fan easily defused it.

"These pieces of tissue paper are still very precious. You should consider them yourself."

Emperor Tian'an rubbed the newspaper with a slight indifference on his face.

"Father, the fakeness of this papyrus is too high. I have invented a new paper, and the fakeness is less than one percent of that of the papyrus!"

Ning Fan said loudly.