Acting for the gods

Chapter 295

In front of Prince Jing's Mansion.

A carriage stopped at the door, and Jiang Fan, Fan Ruoruo and Fan Xian got out of the carriage one after another.

Fan Ruoruo asked: "Brother Wushuang, if we come so late, will the show end?"

"The protagonist hasn't arrived yet, so there's no reason to leave."

Jiang Fan smiled, Prince Jing held the poetry meeting this time to target Fan Xian.

If Fan Xian doesn't arrive, people won't disperse. If you're late, you'll be late. It's no big deal.

But in Prince Jing's mansion, Guo Baokun and others waited for a long time, and they were a little impatient.

Many people shouted that "Sinan Bo's son is rude".

Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng was waiting outside the door. Fan Xian stuffed a lot of "local products" into Li Hongcheng's arms when he saw Li Hongcheng!
"It's my first visit, I don't know what to give, so I just bought something."

Candied fruit, dried fruit, and persimmons almost blocked Li Hongcheng's sight, and Li Hongcheng, who was originally suave and suave, suddenly became a bit more rustic.

"Mr. Fan, Mr. Wushuang, sister Ruoruo, please come inside."

After handing over Fan Xian's gift to his servants, Li Hongcheng tidied up his attire, and then led the three of them into the hall without compromising his demeanor.

The surrounding seats are divided by gauze curtains, with two rows of young men sitting on one side and talented women from Kyoto on the other.

"Brother, Brother Wushuang, today's poetry meeting, all the girls are sitting there, I'll go there first."

As Fan Ruoruo spoke, she saluted Jiang Fan gracefully, and then walked to sit down with a few acquaintances.

Jiang Fan glanced around, and Fan Xian walked to the Young Talents side and found two seats to sit down.

Guo Baokun and He Zongwei seemed to have found an excuse when they saw Jiang Fan enter the hall with the Wushuang sword box on his back.

"Today's Poetry Club is a place for literati like us to discuss poems and songs, and cultivate our sentiments. So what is it, Mr. Wushuang, you come here with such a big sword box on your back, it's really an insult to gentleness!"

As soon as He Zongwei came, he fanned the flames and brought rhythm.

Fan Xian looked at this hapless guy in admiration, this is really brave, if one fails, he will only pay attention in the next life!

"Who are you?"

Jiang Fan glanced at He Zongwei expressionlessly.

"He Zongwei, I met Mr. Wushuang at Yishiju yesterday."

He Zongwei talked eloquently, self-righteously posing as a romantic and talented man.

Jiang Fan said calmly: "Sorry, I have a bad memory, and I can't remember the names of the weak."

While talking, the two looked at each other for an instant, and He Zongwei seemed to see a thousand-foot-long dragon rushing towards his face. A huge sense of fear hit his whole body, his heart beat wildly like a drum, and he couldn't help shivering, waiting for him to recover At that time, the pants were already soaked, still dripping, and at the same time exuded a faint air of anger.

Fan Xian pointed at He Zongwei's trousers and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Hey, Mr. He is not young, why is he still peeing his trousers?"

When the people around heard the words, they looked at He Zongwei, and then showed disgust and contempt in their eyes.

Jiang Fan also began to add insult to injury: "It's so wet, so wet, I didn't expect Mr. He to have such an unrestrained temperament. It really doesn't disgrace Shi's writing, regardless of literary talent, as far as it is said that wet is wet, ordinary people really can't learn it, admiration!"

"I……"

He Zongwei's brain froze. Seeing the ridicule, sarcasm, contempt, and ridicule of the talented scholars and beauties around him, he wished he could dig a big hole with his toes and get in.

In addition to being ashamed and frightened, He Zongwei secretly hated at the same time. Today, in front of many talented scholars and beauties in Beijing, he made such a big scandal. It is simply a stain on his life. It is difficult to enter the court and seek an official position.

It's simply ruining his official career!

"Things that are embarrassing, don't go down."

Seeing He Zongwei who died before leaving the school, Guo Baokun told the other party to leave quickly, so as not to stay and continue to lose face.

"Guo Gongzi wait a moment, I'm going to change a pair of pants, I will be back~"

He Zongwei knew that he had lost face this time, but he was not reconciled. His strong sense of utilitarianism drove him to forget his fear and shame.

He can't lose face alone, he must take down Fan Xian and Wu Shuang in poetry, and trample them under his feet in order to regain some face.

"Who are these people!"

"He Zongwei can be regarded as a genius in Kyoto, so I didn't expect to lose his composure like this!"

"The interest and appetite have been disturbed by him, what a disappointment!"

……

The people around were discussing a lot, Li Hongcheng stood up to smooth things over: "Young Master He may be unwell, please be considerate, don't let these trivial matters spoil your interest, everyone, please take your seats first."

While talking, several servants quickly tidied up the ground, one sprinkled incense ash, one swept the floor, and the last one mopped the floor, and soon the ground was as clean as new.

Guo Baokun sat back in his seat. He was still more afraid of Wushuang. Without He Zongwei, he lost a little bit of courage, but thinking of the task assigned by the prince, he could only bite the bullet.

"Today is the poetry meeting held by His Royal Highness, when literati fight each other, they should face each other with poetry."

Guo Baokun knew that he couldn't beat Fan Xian and Wushuang, but he felt that he was talented in writing and could still beat them in this respect.

Clearing his throat to cheer himself up, Guo Baokun looked at Jiang Fan and Fan Xian: "Why don't we agree on ten steps and one poem, write it until night, and then choose the best work for comparison. If we lose, we will quit the poetry world and never write again." Shi, do you two dare to fight?"

Both Jiang Fan and Fan Xian wanted to laugh.

The Qing Kingdom was established by martial arts, and its literary talent was a weak point. Fortunately, Ye Qingmei was a science student, so he didn't block Fan Xian's access to the literary world, but made the future traveler have the conditions to be a civil servant.

For example, Fan Xian can write "Red Mansion" silently. He has read [-] Tang poems by heart, but he can't write, so can't he copy?

"You are not writing poetry, you are writing death."

"Arrogance, I, Guo Baokun, have been learning essays since I was a child, how can I be compared to you, a kid from Danzhou?"

When Fan Xian and Guo Baokun were bickering, the pen and ink were ready!
Guo Baokun, who was full of confidence, stepped forward: "I will show my ugliness first!"

"You're ugly if you don't."

Jiang Fan said seriously.

Fan Xian gave him a hand: "Brother, how can you tell the truth, it's very hurtful."

Hearing the two making fun of him, Guo Baokun was so angry that his teeth itch, and he held back his anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Can't beat it!

Swallowing his breath, Guo Baokun read a poem he had prepared long ago.

"Yunqing Tower and Terrace are heavy, and Yuzhou outlines the brocade style.

Where the mist rises to cover the sky, a little Evans leads to the remnant lamp. "

The gifted scholars and beauties around immediately applauded.

Jiang Fan and Fan Xian looked at each other: "You (big brother) come first."

"Okay, I'll come first."

Fan Xian got up and copied the song "Climbing the High"!
The sky was scorching and the ape wailed, and Zhu Qingsha and white birds flew back.

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

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

Hard hatred Fanshuang temples, knocked down the new cup of turbidity.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone was shocked!

Jiang Fan then wrote a poem about the demon monk Wuxin in "Young Song Xing".

I want to ride the wind and head north, the snow falls and Xuanyuan is as big as a mat.

I want to take a boat to swim eastward, and ask the fairy to stand against the wind.

I want to travel thousands of miles on the clouds, what can the dragon chant in the temple do to me?
The top of Kunlun is bathed in sunlight, and the green mountains are seen in the desperate situation of the sea.

Changfeng Wanliyan returns, but no one in the world will return.

Compared with "Climbing the High", Jiang Fan's poems are not as good as they are, but they are not bad. After all, they are masterpieces of Huayong Shixian, and they are more in line with the mood of young people.

in the palace.

What happened in Prince Jing's Mansion was quickly passed on to Emperor Qing through Feige's letter.

Holding the poems written by Jiang Fan and Fan Xian, especially Jiang Fan's poems, Emperor Qing frowned.

It's all because of the sentence "the dragon chant in the temple is nothing to me", although it is a sentence describing the high spirits of a young man, it also clearly told Emperor Qing that you old boy can't do anything with me.

Can Emperor Qing get used to this stinking problem?
I can't bear it!

Even though Emperor Qing had a deep scheming mind, he couldn't hide his killing intent at this moment.

[This person should be punished! 】

East Palace.

Prince Li Chengqian and eldest princess Li Yunrui also saw those two poems!

The eldest princess said: "What does His Royal Highness think?"

"Exposed domineering, courting death!"

With a smile on his face, Li Chengqian felt a lot more relaxed, thinking in his heart: "You can't live without doing your own crimes. If you don't need to do it yourself this time, Fan Xian will have to follow Wushuang to bad luck."

Li Yunrui nodded: "After all, it is a young man who can't hold his breath. He thinks he has a little bit of himself, so he is arrogant and conceited. In the end, he will suffer the consequences."

"Fan Xian will definitely be implicated this time, we can rest easy!"

As he said that, Li Chengqian wanted to put his hand on Li Yunrui's shoulder, but he paused for a while, and then let it go silently.

Prince Li Chengqian, with a handsome appearance, benevolence and filial piety, abides by etiquette, but there is a taboo in his heart.

That is to like the eldest princess Li Yunrui, that is, his aunt.

It's a pity that he is not Yang Guo, and Li Yunrui is not Xiaolongnv.

Li Yunrui felt contempt for Li Chengqian, who was lustful but not courageous.

Li Yunrui and Emperor Qing are called brother and sister, but they are not related by blood.

When he was young, Li Yunrui was once infatuated with Emperor Qing, but Emperor Qing was seduced by Ye Qingmei who killed him halfway.

The birth of Ye Qingmei not only snatched away Emperor Qing, but also stole Li Yunrui's limelight and made him bear a grudge.

Later, Ye Qingmei founded the internal treasury company and the inspection institute, established the Northern Fujian Navy, and implemented a series of reforms in Nanqing, making Nanqing stronger and more popular for a while.

But everything has disadvantages and advantages. While these reforms have allowed Nanqing to develop, it has also touched the interests of many people.

Later, when Emperor Qing was fighting in the Northern Qi Dynasty, he had physical problems because of practicing "Overbearing True Qi". Emperor Qing asked Ye Qingmei for advice, but Ye Qingmei couldn't come up with a solution, which made Emperor Qing suspect that Ye Qingmei wanted to kill her. himself, thereby blackening.

After Emperor Qing returned, taking advantage of Ye Qingmei's birth, he took away Ye Qingmei's illegitimate rice ball, and secretly instructed the Nanqing royal family to kill Ye Qingmei.

The eldest princess Li Yunrui is one of the most enthusiastic people among them.

Later, the Nanqing royal family was purged by Emperor Qing in the name of revenge and monopolized the power, but Li Yunrui was not affected and took over the inner treasury.

But Li Yunrui's mind was very small, and she wanted to see Fan Xian die several times. She was the one who ordered the assassination in Danzhou back then.

In addition, Li Yunrui has both sides, supporting the crown prince Li Chengqian on the surface, but secretly supporting the second prince Li Chengze.

But in fact, she placed bets on both sides, jumping sideways repeatedly, in order to make Emperor Qing's two sons fight and take revenge on Emperor Qing.

Don't look at Li Yunrui who often shows people with a charming and charming appearance, but he can play with the two heirs to the throne in his hands, which shows that his means are extraordinary.

Right now, what Li Yunrui wants to do the most is to kill Fan Xian, this bastard.

As for Wu Shuang, the two had no grievances or enmities, but who made the other party get so close to Fan Xian?

Prince Jing's Mansion.

Jiang Fan and Fan Xian finished writing the poem.

Fan Xian's poems are good poems, after all, they are Du Fu's poems, so it's no wonder they are not good.

But Fan Xian's handwriting was really ugly.

Let a lot of people complain.

Jiang Fan's poems are good, and the characters are good, but the line "the dragon chant in the temple is nothing to me", makes the talented and beautiful people think that this person is too arrogant.

Not judgmental.

This kind of poem, in the feudal dynasty, most people dare not read it, otherwise, it won't be long before the spies of the Procuratorate will come to the house to warm you up, and then you can enjoy the [-] sets of torture meals in the seven places for free.

But is this really arrogant?
Jiang Fan didn't think so, he thought he was already very low-key, otherwise he wouldn't be writing poems here, but he would have hacked from Penglai East Road to Emperor Qing's bedroom with his sword, and then cut off Emperor Qing's dog's head with one sword, parading the streets above Kyoto .

That's real arrogance.

Looking at the silence of the people around him, Jiang Fan, feeling bored, got up and walked to the backyard with Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was planning to find the girl he met in Qingmiao.

Jiang Fan is going to see the alpaca, that is, the second prince Li Chengze!

As soon as he stepped into the backyard, a ray of sword light pierced towards Jiang Fan's neck, speeding like lightning, mixed with radiating true energy
"Yunshuo!"

A familiar stream of light flew out of the Wushuang sword box like a swimming fish, circled the Jiangfan, and flew out like an arrow with great momentum, blocking Xie Bian's sure-kill sword!
"When~"

The speed of Yunshuo is extremely fast, because of its special shape and structure, its speed and penetration are unparalleled. The sword tip rubs against the air, bringing up a streamlined white air wave. Wherever it passes, the detonation is generated, causing the floor below to explode. Cracked inch by inch.

The two swords collided, and the air waves billowed. Accompanied by the sound of metal and iron clashing, Xie Bi'an's eyes narrowed, and he realized that the long sword in his hand was bending rapidly, almost collapsing.

"Sword control, that's all!"

After Xie Bi'an avoided Yun Shuo, instead of retreating, he rushed forward and swung his sword to kill Jiang Fan.

"Really."

Jiang Fan smiled lightly, and said loudly: "Qingshuang, wrap your fingers around!"

Raising his hand and pointing, two streamers of light, one blue and one red, burst out of the air, and together with the whirling cloud shuttle, floated in the depth of the river sail.

Yun Shuo, Qingshuang, and Rao Zhirou three swords come out together.

Among them, Yunsuo and Ruozhirou have been introduced before. In terms of shape, the two flying swords are not very similar to swords.

Qingshuang can be regarded as quite satisfactory, with a three-foot green front and a cold light.

"You can actually control three flying swords at the same time!"

Xie Bi'an's complexion changed slightly, and he lived up to his calmness just now. He had only seen Ruo Zhirou before, and he was still confident in killing Jiang Fan.

But when he confronted Yun Shuo just now, the sword in his hand was almost broken. You must know that he is a ninth-rank swordsman, or a disciple of the second prince. The sword in his hand is naturally not ordinary, it is extremely sharp!

But in the face of that weird long sword, it is difficult to shake its edge. You can only rely on your body to dodge the opponent, so as not to suffer a big loss. This is just a flying sword.

Now facing the three flying swords at once, even Xie Bi'an is conceited, so he can't help getting nervous at this moment!
In fact, he secretly tried to control the sword in his hand with true energy, but it was easy to project it out, but it was difficult to control the flying sword with ease, as if commanded by the arm.

But the opponent can control three flying swords at the same time, how much true energy is required to do this?
【Impossible, absolutely impossible. At his age, even if he started cultivating from the womb, it is impossible to have such a strong true energy. It must be that the flying sword is special and a real magic weapon. If I get it, I can too! 】

Looking at the unparalleled sword box behind Jiang Fan and the three flying swords flying around, Xie Bi'an's eyes were burning, thinking that he had seen through the essence of the incident.

Definitely, Xie Bi'an thought.

[Even if you can control three flying swords, so what if you are both rank nine, how can your true energy be like a river, inexhaustible? 】

[Besides, you are good at using flying swords, so you must lack resilience. As long as I can get close, victory will belong to me. 】

Leaning slightly, Xie Bi'an exerted force on his feet, and his whole body advanced by leaps and bounds. With a flash of sword light in his hand, he quickly slashed towards Jiang Fan who was several meters away, wanting to kill him at close range and take the Wushuang sword box as his own.

[The people here have absorbed too much radiation, why do they feel braver than each other? 】

Jiang Fan felt a little emotional, pointed out, and the three swords shook at the same time, and flew out at random.

The fastest flyer was Yun Shuo, followed by Qingshuang, and the last one was Ruozhirou.

Xie Bi'an froze, flicked his wrist, and swung his sword to block.

Both Yunsuo and Qingshuang's attacks are straight forward, one is fierce and the other is light.

The follower, Zhuozhirou, was extremely agile, and the sword light flashed and he was already ten inches in front of Xie Bian.

At this time, Xie Bi'an seemed to be in a hurry when facing the pincer attack of three ninth-rank swordsmen.

After blocking two swords in succession, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the body of the sword trembled up and down, as if he was about to let go of his hand at any moment.

Just as he was chopping towards Ruozhirou, he was shocked to find that Ruozhirou turned around in the air, and then a red light flashed, and a heart-piercing pain came from his left hand.

Three fingers were cut off and blood flowed all over the floor.

The softness of the fingers is not as hard as Yun Shuo and Qingshuang, but it is better than the sharpness. The point of the sword is full of sword energy, as agile and unpredictable as a poisonous snake.

"My hand, how dare you?!"

With ten fingers connected to the heart, three fingers were broken at once. Xie Bi'an's face turned pale, and then he looked at Jiang Fan in horror and anger.

He is the servant of the second prince. As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog. The other party is so bold and reckless. Could it be that he thinks that he is really invincible and can ignore the majesty of the royal family?

Jiang Fan twitched his lips and said with a smile, "Is there anything I dare not do?"

With the effort of this sentence, Yun Shuo and Qingshuang, who were hit flying earlier, turned in mid-air, pierced through two pillars, and stabbed towards Xie Bi'an's back and waist.

"stop!"

The second prince in the pavilion shouted hastily.

Jiang Fan glanced at the second prince and thought, "Sure enough, it looks like an alpaca."

He heard Li Chengze's words, but turned a deaf ear to them.

Xie Bi'an didn't keep his sword just now, it was aimed at Jiang Fan's life.

Although with Xie Bi'an's strength, it is impossible to really hurt Jiang Fan even if he is stabbed, but this is a matter of attitude.

For those who want to kill themselves and take action, Jiang Fan has no habit of showing mercy.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Fan Xian silently retreated behind Jiang Fan.

It wasn't that he was not loyal enough and didn't want to help, but because Fan Xian knew that going up by himself would only affect the speed of his elder brother's drawing his sword.

Where is this going!

He remembered Wushuang in the original plot, who was able to control six flying swords before he became a sword fairy.

Now becoming a sword fairy, that is a ruthless person who can control thirteen flying swords.

What do you say you are all right to provoke him?
Now I know I am afraid.

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