NFBE Chapter 466 Joy of Life 22
Chapter 466 Joy of Life 22
Li Chengze tapped his fingers on the table, his impression of Emperor Qing worsening.
Rationally, he understood that every action Emperor Qing took was driven by political considerations, which was perfectly understandable;
However, emotionally, he simply couldn't help but feel contempt for Emperor Qing.
Based on the existing analysis, Emperor Qing is simply an ungrateful and opportunistic man who lives off the wealth of others.
In order to ascend the throne, he fell deeply in love with Ye Qingmei and they even had a son.
Once he had power in his hands and felt that Ye Qingmei might become a threat, he killed her without hesitation.
Afterwards, he felt perfectly justified in appropriating all of Ye Qingmei's inheritance, and even left his son to be raised by Fan Jian.
Now, faced with the deficit of the Imperial Treasury, he shamelessly remembered his abandoned son, Fan Xian, and summoned him back to the capital to take over the Imperial Treasury and clean up its mess.
After scheming against her mother, she turned around and started scheming against her son.
Their shamelessness is utterly outrageous!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Li Chengze couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, which only strengthened his resolve to kill Emperor Qing.
Such a shameless old man could be so ruthless and scheming against Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian, let alone him?
Never harbor illusions about an emperor, for under the corrupting influence of power, they have long since become unrecognizable monsters.
Hmm...except for myself!
Li Chengze silently added in his mind.
……
The revelation of Fan Xian's identity gradually unravels the mysteries in Li Chengze's mind, while also arousing his strong interest and curiosity.
The urge to see Fan Xian had become even more urgent at this moment.
Without further hesitation, Li Chengze immediately stood up, straightened his clothes, and led his entourage to the Jingjun Prince's Mansion.
At this time, the poetry gathering had not yet started, and Li Hongcheng was somewhat surprised to see Li Chengze arrive so early.
However, he didn't think much of it, assuming that Li Chengze was eager to win over Fan Xian, so he led him to a pavilion in the backyard of the mansion.
The pavilion had been meticulously arranged according to Li Chengze's preferences, with tables, chairs, screens, fragrant tea and pastries, and incense burners emitting wisps of smoke, all creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.
However, when Li Chengze stepped into the pavilion and glanced around, a thought struck him. He then instructed his servants to rearrange all the items and took out specially made incense from his personal bag, gently placing it in the incense burner.
In a short while, a refreshing fragrance mixed with a faint medicinal aroma spread out, permeating every inch of the pavilion.
However, just as the fragrance filled the air, combined with the arrangement of the items on site, the entire pavilion seemed to have suddenly changed, but no one present noticed this subtle anomaly.
Seeing this, Li Hongcheng raised an eyebrow, but did not ask any further questions. He turned and headed to the poetry gathering venue to greet the people who were arriving one after another.
Li Chengze remained in the pavilion, his mental power forming an invisible net that silently covered the entire Jingjun Prince's Mansion, closely monitoring everyone who came to participate in the poetry gathering, quietly waiting for Fan Xian's arrival.
Almost the instant Fan Xian stepped into the gates of the Prince's mansion, Li Chengze keenly spotted him.
He just watched as Fan Xian arrived late, sauntering in as if he were at home.
Finally, under the deliberate provocation of Guo Baokun, the son of Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites, and his retainer He Zongwei, Guo Baokun stunned the audience with his poem "Ascending the Heights," drawing praise and exclamations of amazement from everyone.
Faced with the endless praise around him, Li Chengze couldn't help but feel embarrassed and blush for Fan Xian.
It's truly taking advantage of the fact that the Poet Saint is no longer alive, so they brazenly steal his masterpiece.
Moreover, no matter what, even if it's plagiarism, shouldn't there be some consideration for adapting to local conditions?
Is a masterpiece like "Ascending the Heights" really suitable for this moment?
Without considering their own age, where do they get so many profound feelings? And have they ever experienced a hundred years of illness and tasted so much hardship and bitterness?
Moreover, everyone present witnessed his writing; wouldn't they really think that it was a ghostwritten work arranged by Fan Jian to make him famous?
This is simply treating everyone like idiots.
Even though Li Chengze wasn't there, he felt an awkwardness, like his toes were digging into the ground.
He took a sip of tea as a cover-up, but instantly realized something was amiss.
"Ok?"
Ye Qingmei died after Fan Xian was born, so Fan Xian had no chance to come into contact with her. How could he know about this poem?
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning: Fan Xian is also a time traveler!
A light suddenly flashed in Li Chengze's eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, forming a meaningful smile.
……
After slapping Guo Baokun in the face, Fan Xian went straight to the backyard of the Prince's mansion, where he unexpectedly ran into his 'chicken leg girl'.
The two exchanged identities: one was Guo Baokun's page, and the other was a maid in the mansion.
Strangely enough, it was as if these two people had poor eyesight. Despite the fact that the other person's clothes and appearance did not resemble those of an ordinary person, they accepted each other's identities without any doubt or suspicion!
After Lin Wan'er left first, Fan Xian realized that he had forgotten to ask which family's maid the 'chicken leg girl' belonged to.
Just as he was about to chase after him to ask, he somehow ended up by the pond in the backyard.
Looking at the pavilion in front of him and smelling the faint fragrance of medicine emanating from it, Fan Xian suddenly felt an urge to go inside.
In fact, he did just that.
Fan Xian reached up the stone steps leading to the pavilion, lifted the low-hanging curtain, and immediately saw the red-clad gentleman sitting quietly inside, leisurely drinking tea.
Upon seeing him, the young master showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, he acted as if reuniting with an old friend, gently raising his teacup and a warm smile playing on his lips: "Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"
Fan Xian seemed to be drawn by some inexplicable force, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused, and he slowly sat down opposite Li Chengze.
The empty teacup in front of him was gradually filled with orange-red, amber-like tea. The aroma of the tea rose gently, like an alluring melody, making it impossible for him to resist.
In an instant, Fan Xian, like a traveler crossing a desert yearning for rain, eagerly picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing this, Li Chengze's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his eyes gleaming with a purple light, like unfathomable pools, and he said softly, "Fan Xian..."
Upon hearing the voice, Fan Xian involuntarily looked up, meeting those deep purple eyes...
In an instant, his world seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and his consciousness gradually became blurred and fleeting.
He seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space once again, returning to that past life that caused him so much pain.
Once again, he became that patient suffering from myasthenia gravis, lying alone and helpless on the cold, hard hospital bed, with everything around him seeming so indifferent and distant...