Although the Kingdom of Qing was unparalleled in power, it could not completely eliminate the evils of the court. In the hearts of the common people, the most treacherous officials were the Prime Minister, the Consular Minister, and the head of the eunuchs, Eunuch Hong. Of course, the Director of the Overwatch Council was also notorious, but Fan Xian could not bring him into the mix because of his relationship with Fei Jie.
This joke was actually derived from a joke about the political situation in Taiwan in his previous life. Fan Xian had written it to his sister in a letter, and it had amused her greatly. Today, he told his grandmother about it, and the seemingly muddle-headed, but actually very shrewd, old woman laughed uncontrollably.
Having amused the most powerful woman in Danzhou Harbor, Fan Xian reported to his grandmother that he would be going out for a while. His grandmother rarely interfered with his affairs, and had already returned to being as calm as an ancient well. She only lightly grunted in acknowledgment.
After leaving the manor, Fan Xian thought of his grandmother, who had grown closer to him, and felt gratified. After all, his grandmother had taken care of him in every possible way. Thinking of this, he could not help but recall a rumor. He had heard that the Fan family had always been a prominent family in the capital, but his father, Count Sinan, was a distant concubine with few children, so they were often bullied. Not long after his grandmother gave birth to Count Sinan, she entered King Cheng's manor and became a wet nurse, something that most noble families would never do.
Coincidentally, the previous emperor didn't have any children, so after he died young due to having too much sex, one of the two imperial princes who were most likely to inherit the throne was assassinated by a Northern Wei assassin, and the other was assassinated by someone sent by the previous prince who had already been assassinated … Damn, in short, after such a complicated and absurd process, that unremarkable throne that could easily cause one to bleed while sitting on it, was pushed under the butt of King Cheng, who had always been cautious and self-restrained.
King Cheng was the peaceful Emperor for a few years. When the time came, he ascended to heaven, and the throne was passed on to the current Emperor. Under the Emperor's leadership, the entire Kingdom of Qing conquered the barbarians to the west and Northern Wei to the north. Finally, the world was in chaos, and the once powerful Northern Wei fell apart. It became Northern Qi, a few small vassal states, and the city of Dongyi, which had always been uninvolved.
Regarding the emperor, there was nothing more than the weight of his martial arts and literary achievements in the annals of history. The current emperor of the Kingdom of Qing could be considered the best since the founding of the Kingdom of Qing in terms of martial arts. Thus, a group of ministers had long ago submitted petitions asking the emperor to go to Dayue Mountain to pray for blessings on his behalf.
But for some reason, the emperor had refused, and had even beaten a few sycophantic ministers who believed that the emperor was merely fishing for praise and retreating in order to advance.
The old woman in Count Sinan's manor was the wet nurse of this decisive and powerful emperor, who had always been hidden in the depths of the palace.
A few years ago, Fan Xian had always had some doubts about his father — Count Sinan's secret power was at odds with his current position in the capital, and yet he was able to make Fei Jie of the Overwatch Council his teacher. But now that he knew that his grandmother was the emperor's wet nurse, his doubts were immediately dispelled.
His father, Count Sinan, was somewhat similar to the Jiangning Weaver Cao Yin from before the reign of Kangxi in his previous life. Cao Yin's mother, Lady Sun, was Kangxi's nanny, so from then on Cao Yin was favored by Kangxi for the rest of his life. Although he was only a small official, he held the power to report secret memorials. When Kangxi toured the south, the Cao family received him at home several times. Who in the entire Jiangnan officialdom did not fear him?
Even in Kangxi's later years, when Cao Yin was investigated for having run a deficit in the national treasury, Kangxi delayed and exempted him for the sake of their old friendship. It was not until after Cao Yin's death that their relationship became distant, and the Cao family fell into misfortune.
Thus, Cao Xueqin went to Beijing at the age of eighteen, and there was Dream of the Red Chamber.
Only then could Fan Xian plagiarize Dream of the Red Chamber.
"Mister Cao, it seems that although we live in two different places, we are indeed of one heart. This book of mine... is quite fitting." Fan Xian thought of his family's situation similar to the Cao family's, and couldn't help but smile. He lightly flicked the envelope with the tenth chapter of Story of the Stone in his hand, and walked out of the manor.
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On the cliff by the sea, Fan Xian closed his eyes and meditated. His entire body entered a very mysterious feeling. Because he had been a passive materialist in his previous life, he was able to be entangled with this Tyrannical zhenqi in this life. He had a dream-like feeling — it was somewhat similar to falling in love.
Falling in love always had its ups and downs, and the Tyrannical zhenqi he cultivated made him feel both happy and sad at the same time. It was clear that this Tyrannical zhenqi had caused his body to undergo some very miraculous changes, such as his strength and reflexes. But often it would not listen to him, and it would always put him in danger.
These past few years, because Wu Zhu had hammered him, the zhenqi had become much more well-behaved. But today was a dangerous juncture, because today was the last day of training in the Tyrannical Scroll.
Wu Zhu stood quietly to one side, watching Fan Xian sit cross-legged with his palms and palms facing the sky. His hand held the ordinary-looking wooden stick neither too tightly nor too loosely.
With a thought, the zhenqi that had been accumulated in his dantian began to slowly circulate. Under the guidance of his divine sense, it followed the meridians of his chest and abdomen and dispersed in all directions. The zhenqi that escaped from the Qi acupoints sank into the snowy mountains of his kidneys, just as it had done for the past ten years. There was no trace of it left.
But the rest of the zhenqi still maintained a strong amount, rushing through his meridians like countless small heated knives, carefully scraping the soft walls of his meridians.
Fan Xian's whole body trembled, and cold sweat soaked his clothes. His eyes were tightly shut, and his long eyelashes trembled incessantly. He was enduring the incomparable pain.
He had cultivated the Tyrannical Scroll for 12 years, and even the most difficult stage of entering the Tyrannical Scroll, he had easily passed it by sleeping. Since then, there had been no more difficult areas. Who would have thought that breaking through the first scroll would be so difficult!
The zhenqi was still rampaging through the meridians of his chest and abdomen, constantly scouring the meridians. This kind of sharp scouring could widen the meridians and increase the speed of the zhenqi circulation, but it was accompanied by a huge destructive power. The power that could widen the invisible meridians brought pain to the divine sense, and it was not easy to endure.
Fortunately, 12 years of hard training had made the strength of Fan Xian's meridians very sturdy, so the zhenqi did not overflow the walls of his meridians and cause unimaginable tragic consequences. And with the help of his strange life of two lives, his mental strength was much stronger than the average person's.
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It seemed like a long time had passed. In fact, the morning sun on the eastern sea had just left the embrace of the sea not long ago. It stopped horizontally in the distance, emitting a warm red light. It shone on the cliff, reflecting two lonely figures, one standing and one sitting.
The zhenqi flowed against the flow, and that vast and ruthless aura finally broke through the obstruction of the meridians in his body. It went straight from the Qi acupoint to the sky, and like a large knife, it fiercely chopped toward the center of Fan Xian's forehead.
In the red sunlight, Fan Xian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. His mouth was wide open, but he could not make a sound.
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