Chapter 117 Good idea On the way to Fan Mansion. Inside the carriage. Fan Xian looked at Mei Cheng'an and asked. "You said if I go directly to Chen Pingping, will he tell me the results of the investigation into the assassination in Tanzhou?" Mei Chengan shrugged. "If he were here, maybe, but unfortunately he has returned to his hometown and is not in Kyoto." Fan Xian was a little surprised. "Going back home? At this critical moment? When will you come back?" Mei Chengan smiled.
"I don't know. No one knows except Chen Pingping himself. He came back when he wanted to." Fan Xian sighed. "My teacher is not here either, that's why this happened." There was a pause. "Have you heard of that Xu Yunzhang?" Mei Chengan glanced at him. "This is my third time in the Overwatch Council. What do you think? Isn't Xu Yunzhang a well-known figure? You might as well ask Teng Zijing instead of asking me." Fan Xian nodded. "Too." There was no need to rush now that he had a clue. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth. Let's put this matter aside for now. Fan Xian relaxed a little and asked casually. "Have you ever participated in this poetry gathering? What is the process?" Mei Chengan closed his eyes and rested. "I don't know. I've never participated in one. I'm socially anxious, you know. As for poetry gatherings, it's nothing more than deciding on a theme or a way to play, and then writing poetry." Fan Xian raised his eyebrows. "Who is it? Are you socially phobic? I've met these people since I joined the Kyoto Communist Party, and none of them are unfamiliar to you. Do you call this social phobia?" Mei Chengan "Tsk, do you believe me if I say it's a coincidence? I only met these people passively, but I didn't take the initiative to make friends with them." Fan Xian snorted. "Do you believe me if I say I am Qin Shi Huang?"
"..." Mei Cheng'an sighed. "Hey, no one believes the truth these days, it's up to you." Fan Xian rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to this show-off, but he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, since we have to write poems for the poetry gathering, I might have to copy one tomorrow. I don't want to lose face in front of those two guys. I want to slap them in the face. Do you mind?" Mei Cheng was happy and waved his hand. "Don't be disgusting. I don't give a shit. Just copy as many capitals as you want." Fan Xian laughed. "I don't mean to disgust you. After all, you are my senior when it comes to copying poems. I have to ask for your opinion first. Otherwise, it would be very rude." Mei Chengan gave a thumbs up and said nothing. After a moment's silence, Fan Xian spoke again in a low voice. "Do you think I can meet my chicken-leg girl at the poetry reading tomorrow?" Mei Cheng'an told the truth without hesitation. "can!" Fan Xian, however, only regarded these words as a blessing and said with a smile. "I hope so, thanks to your good words." Mei Cheng'an opened his eyes, adjusted to the light, and looked at Fan Xian. "Red Mansion, you need to update faster." Fan Xian was stunned for a moment and then laughed. "Why, you are so concerned about my book business with Versace?" Mei Chengan shook his head. "You think too much. I don't care about your book sales. I asked you to go faster because my wife loves to read." "..." "Depend on!" Fan Xian looked at Mei Chengan with contempt. Mei Chengan simply ignored it. "One more thing. I have a day off tomorrow and I have to go see my wife. When you get home, hurry up and write me two or three chapters. Have someone send them to my house tomorrow morning, and I'll give them to my wife then." "..."
"Are you serious?" Mei Chengan nodded. "Yes what's the matter." Fan Xian's eyes widened. "Fuck, are you talking like a human being? What's the matter? A chapter should be at least 6,000 to 7,000 words, and three chapters should be 20,000 words. You want me to write 20,000 words for you in one afternoon? Are you crazy or am I crazy?" Mei Chengan was very calm. "You don't need to think about the plot, isn't it all in your head? If you just copy it, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" "..." Fan Xian laughed in anger. "Tell me you're kidding me." Mei Chengan blinked. "What's the difficulty?" Fan Xian looked at Mei Chengan as if he were a mentally retarded person. "What's the difficulty? This isn't typing on a keyboard, this is handwriting. Using a ballpoint pen to write 20,000 words would strain your wrist, not to mention this is a brush. Do you know how to use a brush? And three chapters? I think you're writing three chapters, you bastard, you have sex but no humanity." Mei Chengan clicked his tongue. "Now that you put it that way, I understand. If you have something to say, just talk it out. Why are you getting so angry and cursing at me? You have such poor character." "..." Fan Xian uttered a "hey" in a high-pitched voice. "I have a bad temper, you are so... " Mei Cheng'an directly interrupted Fan Xian's spell and raised his right index finger. "One chapter! One chapter should be fine!" "..." Fan Xian thought about it. One chapter has six or seven thousand words, which does not seem to be much compared to twenty-one thousand. If he tries hard, it should not be a problem. Thinking of this, Fan Xian's face looked better. "That's pretty much it." Mei Cheng'an was delighted, Lu Xun's trick was really effective. "Okay, then I'll take that as your agreement. Remember to send it to me tomorrow morning." Fan Xian always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. "Okay, okay, I understand."
Mei Chengan was about to nod in satisfaction, but suddenly remembered something and changed his mind. "Well, you better send it to me before tonight. It will be enough for you to use for the whole afternoon." Seeing that the construction period was shortened again, Fan Xian was unhappy. "Why?" Mei Cheng'an remembered that Fan Xian's handwriting was horrible, and he was worried that it would be ugly to his wife, so he thought of getting it in advance so that he could make a copy. But he couldn't tell Fan Xian this, at least not now. If he really pissed him off, he would just quit. He had to think of a reasonable reason. "Well, don't you have to go with Teng Zijing to look for his wife and children tonight? Who knows how much time it will take? Maybe it will be late at night when you come back. If you come back to write, it will affect your rest. I'm sorry, brother, so you should try your best to finish it in the afternoon, so that you won't delay anything. What do you think?" "..." It sounds like a human word. Fan Xian was suspicious. "Do you really think so?" Mei Chengan blinked. "Of course, we are brothers." The more Mei Cheng'an said this, the more suspicious Fan Xian felt. He always felt that he was not telling the truth. Just as he was about to continue questioning, the carriage stopped and the voice of the blue bird was heard outside the carriage. "Master, we have arrived at the Fan Mansion." "..." Mei Cheng'an looked at Fan Xian with a smile. "You're home now, hurry home, buddy." Fan Xian looked at him with a hint of reluctance, then stood up and got off the carriage. Mei Cheng'an lifted the car curtain and said something to Fan Xian's back. "Write it when you get home, and send it to me before dinner." Fan Xian turned his back to Mei Cheng'an, rolled his eyes, and waved goodbye without looking back. Mei Chengan curled the corners of his mouth, lowered the curtain and sat back. "go home." …… Royal Villa. After Lin Wan'er and Ye Ling'er went to Fan Mansion to look for Fan Xian in vain, they returned here. Lin Wan'er was sitting at the teahouse on the second floor drinking tea when Ye Ling'er hurried over. Lin Wan'er quickly put down the teacup and asked anxiously. "Have you heard about it?"
Ye Ling'er knelt down, panting because she walked so fast. "I found out. The whole street has heard that Fan Xian causes trouble whenever he goes out. He had an argument with Guo Baokun, the editor in the palace, and even beat him up." Lin Wan'er was shocked. "Hit Guo Baokun?" Ye Ling'er's tone slowed down a little. "No, he just beat up the Guo family guard, but you can tell he's a reckless man!" Lin Wan'er felt that this conclusion was a bit hasty. Without knowing the full picture, she made no comment and picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Any more?" Ye Ling'er drank a cup of tea and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "Yes, Prince Jing invites Fan Xian to his mansion to attend a poetry gathering tomorrow." Lin Wan'er's heart moved. …… royal palace. Royal study room. Emperor Qing quietly sipped the tea in his cup and suddenly asked a question. "What do you think Prime Minister Lin will do about Wan'er's marriage?" Upon hearing this, Eunuch Hou replied without hesitation. "Ask for permission to cancel the engagement. He has no other choice." Emperor Qing put down the teacup, thoughtful. Just when I was wondering whether Prime Minister Lin would do this, a eunuch came to report. "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Lin requests an audience!" Okay, here he comes, Emperor Qing glanced at Eunuch Hou. "Xuan." As the call of "Xuan Lin Xiang" continued to spread, a middle-aged man in official uniform and with an elegant temperament stepped into the imperial study with steady steps. This man was the Prime Minister of Nanqing, Lin Ruofu. "Your Majesty, I am sorry to bother you." Emperor Qing raised his hand with a smile. "Minister Lin, please excuse me." Lin Ruofu stood up and handed the memorial in his hand to Eunuch Hou.
Emperor Qing took the memorial from Eunuch Hou, opened it and said something. "Thank you for your hard work, Minister Lin." Lin Ruofu bowed. "This is a matter of state, and I dare not slack off." Emperor Qing didn't even look up and waved his hand to indicate that he could leave. As a result, Lin Ruofu just stood there as if he didn't see anything. Emperor Qing noticed something strange and looked up at him. "Minister Lin... do you have any more memorials?" Lin Xiang seemed to come to his senses suddenly and replied slowly. "Ah, no more." Emperor Qing looked directly at Eunuch Hou. "Then find a sedan chair and send Prime Minister Lin out of the palace." After saying that, he opened the letter again and began to read it. Eunuch Hou responded immediately. "Yes." Minister Lin couldn't hold it in any longer. "and many more." Emperor Qing looked up at him again. Minister Lin didn't dare to keep it a secret anymore. "Your Majesty, I am old and weak. I am a little tired after walking a few steps. I would like to ask Your Majesty for a cup of tea." Emperor Qing sighed, looking confused, and pointed to the seat next to the stove. "Sit down, and have some tea!" Finally, there was a smile on Lin Xiang's face. "Thank you, Your Majesty." …… While reading the memorials, Emperor Qing would steal glances at Lin Ruofu from time to time. Seeing that he was drinking tea calmly and calmly but didn't speak, he thought of putting some pressure on him. He glanced at the stove next to him. The corners of Emperor Qing's mouth curled up and then calmed down. He had a good idea. Emperor Qing stared at the memorial and suddenly spoke. "Eunuch Hou, don't you see the fire is almost out?"
Eunuch Hou responded by pressing the bellows. Lin Ruofu was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the stove next to him, wondering, isn't it burning well? Why is it almost out? As Eunuch Hou continued to blow the stove, the flames grew bigger and bigger, and the temperature rose rapidly, especially for Lin Ruofu, who was sitting next to the stove. His face turned red and a layer of sweat soon formed on his forehead. (End of this chapter)