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

"The moon is against the wind, the frost is against the green willows, and the bamboo shadow is against the lotus pond!"

"Excuse me, what are you right about?"

Ning Fan asked back.

Uh……

As soon as Ning Fan finished speaking, there was silence all around.

These talented people in Tianzhou want face and have a sense of shame, but not many of them.

The level is average, but the self-esteem is very strong and we are very united...

"Even if you have some literary talent, but you are arrogant, I don't think you will achieve much!"

"Yes, this person is too crazy!"

"I dont like it either!"

"Haha, people who are arrogant just because they have some literary talent will fall into trouble sooner or later."

……

These talented people in Tianzhou can't compete with Ning Fan, and they can't compare with him in literary talent. They can only talk harshly.

In the second round, as expected, Ning Fan won again.

In the next third round, the comparison is actually meaningless.

However, Qingyi did not announce Ning Fan as the winner, and tonight's program naturally continued.

The questions in the third round are also very simple. You only need to compose a piece of music and perform it using your own music.

This time, the performance of Tianzhou's talents refreshed Ning Fan's understanding.

True to the old saying of Chi Qian, there are too many bastards. These people are all from wealthy families and have never known what it means to study hard.

Being able to read all the Chinese characters is already considered a great talent here. If you can recite a few limericks, you will be a proper young hero, a great talent touted by thousands of people.

In Ning Fan's opinion, these people's so-called music, chess, calligraphy and painting are not even entry-level.

At best, it can be regarded as arty, claiming to be a man of letters, but in fact it is bullshit.

"Miss Qingyi, can you lend me your flute?"

Ning Fan looked at the sparkling river outside the window, and suddenly felt a sense of longing.

He couldn't express the pain in his heart and just wanted to use music to relieve it.

"Master Ning, can you play the flute?"

Qingyi was obviously dazzled by Ning Fan's talent, and she became infinitely curious about this mysterious man with a tall stature and outstanding appearance.

"Uh - I can only play an instrument."

Ning Fan felt embarrassed for a while.

The little maid next to Qing Yi had an eye for it, and came to Ning Fan with a flute: "Master Ning, you are extraordinary in both poetry and poetry. I hope you won't disappoint everyone in terms of music this time."

"I'll try my best."

Ning Fan faced everyone's gaze, looked at the lights and fire outside the window, and began to play slowly.

The song "Missing Through Time and Space" was played emotionally by Ning Fan and made people cry.

Even those talented people from Tianzhou, who pride themselves on being elegant, were made to look downcast and inexplicably surprised by Ning Fan's lingering and sad melody.

And the girl Qingyi who was standing above her was crying even more, her tears streaming down her clothes.

When the song ended, everyone fell silent.

Regardless of whether he is convinced or not, Ning Fan's talent cannot be judged by the parallel imported talents like Tianzhou.

Even the always arrogant Yuan Haowen remained silent, lowering his head and pretending to be a grandson.

Zhuang Wen gave a thumbs up, he came over and said with a smile: "Young Master Ning is having a wedding ceremony tonight, so I will take people outside to escort him. Don't worry, everything is safe."

Ning Fan was speechless for a while. How could Zhuang Wen, a dignified governor, look like a pimp?

"Mr. Zhuang, what you said is wrong. I will go up and talk to Miss Qingyi about music later. I will be back soon."

Ning Fan quickly denied it.

"I have something to do at home, so I have to leave first..."

Yuan Haowen stood up, with a gloomy look on his face, not even daring to look at Ning Fan, and walked outside.

Ning Fan did not stop him, nor did he take the opportunity to be sarcastic. He just looked at Yuan Haowen quietly until he left.

Although the other Tianzhou talents were unwilling, they had no choice but to look angry.

After a while, Qingyi's maid came to Ning Fan's side and whispered: "Mr. Ning, the lady invites you to the second floor!"

Looking at Zhuang Wen's ambiguous expression, Ning Fan didn't hesitate, nodded, and followed the maid up to the second floor of the boat.

The second floor of Huafang was luxurious, with a sense of tranquility everywhere. At this time, Qingyi had put on a blue gauze skirt and was sitting in front of the screen, looking at Ning Fan with a smile.

His eyes were shy and his face was red.

"Miss Qingyi."

Ning Fan took a careful look at Qing Yi and was stunned.

It turned out that Qingyi had already taken off her veil.

"Master Ning, Qing Yi rarely shows his true face to others. You are one of the few men who has seen Qing Yi's lineup."

Qingyi said softly.

Although Ning Fan had only come here out of curiosity and inquiring about information, now he couldn't help but feel a little moved when he saw Qingyi's beautiful face.

"It's better to hear a hundred times than to see it once. Miss Qingyi really captivated the country!"

Ning Fan also praised.

"Young Master Ning is not bad at all, he is a dragon and a phoenix among men! One of your poems is enough to be called an eternal masterpiece!"

Qing Yi looked at Ning Fan with some emotion.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have loved talented people. Ning Fan's good looks and extraordinary temperament, coupled with his outstanding literary talent, naturally won Qing Yi's favor.

The two looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward for a while.

"Mr. Ning, judging by your accent, you don't seem to be from Tianzhou."

Qingyi broke the silence.

"Yes, I am a merchant from out of town. I wonder how much Miss Qingyi knows about some news in Tianzhou?"

Ning Fan took advantage of the situation and asked.

Hearing Ning Fan's question, Qing Yi didn't seem to be surprised at all. She nodded and said: "From the dignitaries to the peddlers, they are all guests of the brothel! When they come here, it is inevitable that they will say a few words. Over time, , we promiscuous women know no less than the outside world."

When Ning Fan heard what Qing Yi said, he was immediately happy, but he didn't show it immediately.

"Miss Qingyi, tonight..."

Ning Fan probed.

"We won't keep the young master tonight. Although Qingyi is a prostitute, she has always kept herself clean. If the young master doesn't mind, you can come back tomorrow night!"

Qingyi smiled.

Ning Fan naturally understands the meaning of coming back tomorrow night. This girl seems to be whetting her appetite.

This was the ultimate pull, and Ning Fan didn't care.

Although Qingyi was beautiful, Ning Fan had no intention of doing so. He did not come to Tianzhou to have fun, and investigating Song Chengzhou's rebellion was the first priority.

"Miss Qingyi, I wonder if you know Mr. Song Chengzhou Song?"

Ning Fan tried to ask.

Although it was a bit rash to ask this question, Ning Fan didn't want to waste too much time.

Sure enough, when Ning Fan mentioned Song Chengzhou, Qingyi immediately became nervous.

"Master Ning, Mr. Song is the governor and a big shot in Tianjiang! I don't dare to talk about his affairs casually."

Qingyi said quickly.

"So, Miss Qingyi also knows something?"

Ning Fan asked back.

Qing Yi hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth and said: "Qing Yi... did hear some things that I shouldn't have heard, but why do you want to inquire about these things?"

Qing Yi asked this, and Ning Fan knew in his heart that the big fish was coming.