Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 69, Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests! Am I one of the prince's followers?

Fan Ruoruo had never been in such close contact with a man before, and her body trembled as if struck by lightning.

But he soon calmed down and continued to look at Liu Hong with pleading eyes.

Originally, Liu Hong disdained to deceive Fan Ruoruo, a little girl.

But seeing that the person she was engaged to was so protective of her brother, she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He was prepared to take all the credit for Fan Xian's efforts and Wu Zhu's contribution in leading Hong Sixiang away.

Just like marrying Fan Ruoruo as soon as possible, he can teach this brother-protecting maniac a lesson in bed.

"I will help. Fan Xian will be fine."

Fan Ruoruo burst into tears of gratitude. If she could keep her brother safe, she would be willing to...

Liu Hong was still not used to riding in a carriage, and it was a bit bumpy even on the flat road.

It’s hard to imagine what it would be like to get carsick in the mountains.

Why didn’t Ye Qingmei improve the carriage by adding some springs!

After getting off the carriage, a group of military officials surrounded Liu Hong enthusiastically after seeing him.

The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests is not a grand banquet. It is enough for the ministers and vice ministers to arrive. Only important figures who can influence the government will not waste their time.

It can be said that except for a few royal children, Liu Hong has the highest official rank and title among those present.

Watching Fan Xian place all kinds of hidden weapons and poisons with the guards.

Liu Hong's face twitched.

"I'll go in first."

"As you please, I have the honor to accompany you anyway."

Fan Xian waved his hand indifferently, and Xing Qiwu beside him showed a simple smile.

As officials of the third rank, he, the head of the Honglu Temple, is far inferior to Liu Hong, the vice minister of the Ministry of War.

If you need to calculate it, you have to use the formula of position power invented by our ancestors.

Liu Hong, escorted by many officials from the Ministry of War, went to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests and sat at the front.

"Eunuch Hou, may I ask who arranged this seat?"

Liu Hong looked at his position, which was behind the crown prince and next to the Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi, and could not help but reveal a playful smile.

Is this the Crown Prince's intention or your Majesty's intention?

"This is of course the work of the Minister of Rites, and His Majesty also nodded in agreement."

Eunuch Hou casually put away the extra banknotes that had inexplicably appeared in his sleeves, and a smile spread across his face.

Emperor Qing wants me to surrender to the Crown Prince, but don’t really drive the Crown Prince crazy!

It seems that this old guy still has some sense of purpose and knows that he has been too harsh on the prince.

After most of the officials were seated, the second prince and the crown prince came in one after another. There was a lot of tension in the atmosphere as they chatted and laughed.

The second prince saw that Liu Hong was ranked after the crown prince, right next to the Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi.

There was a flash of embarrassment on his face, comparable to a woman's, and somewhat sad.

After all, I am just the prince's whetstone. Even if Liu Hong is a talent discovered by me, the emperor will eventually leave him to the prince.

The Crown Prince also understood what Emperor Qing meant and gave the Second Prince a simple smile.

Liu Hong's surrender was just a dessert. The highlight was the loyalty of Fan Xian, who would be known as a powerful official in the future.

The Second Prince controlled his gaze, looked straight ahead, and spoke softly.

"Your Highness, who do you think Fan Xian will turn to? How about a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

The prince didn't care at all. He picked up the wine glass and looked at it carefully, frowning. The pattern was too ugly.

The second prince spoke lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Bet your life!"

The prince's heart suddenly jumped and he looked at his brother in disbelief.

At this moment, the Second Prince had a sick smile on his face.

"Okay!" A powerful voice was heard, and the smile on the second prince's face froze.

Liu Hong was just behind, watching the open and secret struggles between the two heirs to the throne.

Who could have known that the one who would reap the benefits would be the third prince who had lived in the deep palace for a long time.

Guo Baokun was sitting behind Guo You. When he saw Liu Hong standing beside him, countless questions popped up in his mind.

"Father, why is Liu Hong sitting in the same row with you?"

Guo Youzhi looked indifferent and spoke calmly.

"The Minister of War is ill and cannot come. As the actual controller of the Ministry of War, of course he has to sit in the second row."

Guo Baokun curled his lips and asked himself honestly, he really looked down on crude warriors like Liu Hong.

But he is not a fool. It is impossible for him to create such a powerful enemy for no reason.

What's more, the most urgent task today is to tarnish Fan Xian's reputation and make him unable to turn over a new leaf forever.

Thinking of this, Guo Baokun couldn't help but smile, it was so gratifying!
"Guo Bandu, please wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth."

Liu Hong sighed helplessly.

He hadn't even started to pick up the food yet? Guo Baokun was looking at him with a silly smile on his face, drooling.

This good general in the world is hopeless. Even if he is cured, he will still drool.

Guo Baokun's face turned red and he quickly wiped the crystal liquid from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Hong and Guo Youzhi smiled at each other and toasted each other as a greeting.

Everyone is qualified to be called a senior official in the court, even if Fan Xian and Guo Baokun fought to the death.

It doesn't affect Guo Youzhi and Fan Jian toasting each other!
As Emperor Qing entered the hall wearing a dark dragon robe with gold patterns, the banquet officially began.

The first disciple of Si Gu Jian from Dongyi City arrived late, wearing a sword, and faced Emperor Qing's teasing that Fan Xian had killed his own disciple.

He instinctively acted arrogantly and looked down on him, saying that the real skill was to kill him!

After receiving Emperor Qing's dissatisfied rebuke, he instantly became obedient.

But after Zhuang Mohan came over with a hunched step, everyone in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests fell silent.

No one dared to urge this literary giant. After all, he was now in his seventies and coughed from time to time.

Even Emperor Qing's gaze became more serious.

He could scold Yun Zhilan, a top ninth-rank expert, at will, but he couldn't blame Zhuang Mohan, even if his tone was a little harsh.

Otherwise, in the history books, Emperor Qing would be a tyrant and a tyrant! For someone like Emperor Qing who cares about his reputation, this would be more painful than killing him.

Liu Hong looked somewhat regretful. He had used his own good reputation throughout his life to frame Fan Xian, but had not succeeded.

This old man is really a bit tragic!

During the banquet, a large number of Qing officials flattered Zhuang Mohan and treated him as a disciple. Even Guo Youzhi had to bow his head in front of Zhuang Mohan.

The dynasty with the strongest literary heritage in the world was the Northern Qi Dynasty. Countless scholars considered it an honor to pass the imperial examinations in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Even until now, if someone has the status of a scholar in Northern Qi, then this person from Qing can directly become an official.

Emperor Qing had no way to deal with this tacit understanding that had been established for thousands of years, and could only feel unhappy.

The eldest princess seized the opportunity and deliberately praised Fan Xian in front of everyone, calling him the hope of the literary world.

The wine glass was already between Liu Hong's lips, but his expression remained unchanged. It seemed that the drinking had already begun.

Young eunuchs kept bringing dishes and placing a wide variety of delicious food on the table.

Hong Zhu picked up a plate of roast chicken, placed it on Liu Hong's desk, and lowered his head to say something.

Seeing the water-stained words left by Liu Hong on the desktop, he said no more.

The hearing and vision of a ninth-grade master are far beyond that of ordinary people, let alone a grandmaster.

At night, Fan Xian was going to sneak into the Queen Mother's bedroom to steal the key. It seemed that Liu Hong also had other plans.

With Wu Zhu's departure, the praise for Fan Xian in the hall became abnormally high.

It seemed as if someone deliberately wanted to use Fan Xian to suppress Zhuang Mohan's reputation.

(End of this chapter)