Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 381 Sleeping among flowers and willows, playing with jade and exuding fragrance; I am a banished immortal from heaven, so worldly kings should not make me feel so bad!

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, Meng Fan boarded the flower boat, which then set sail again into the Liujing River.

"Si Lili?"

Meng Fan sized up the woman in front of him. She was dressed in a long, flowing dress, her black hair was half-up, and a few strands of hair fell down her neck, making her skin look as white as snow. She was both charming and noble.

Her gait was graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind, exuding a charm that also conveyed a sense of reserved pride.

Si Lili stepped aside and bowed, saying, "Please take a seat, guest!"

Meng Fan sat down with a half-smile, not giving way at all. Someone had already come over to pour him wine and serve him food, while Si Lili sat beside him.

He picked up the wine glass filled with liquor, about to drink it, but stopped at his lips, then placed it on the table and handed it to Si Lili, smiling, "Please go first, beauty!"

Si Lili smiled charmingly and said, "What, are you afraid I'll drug you?"

"Even if it was drugged, it's an aphrodisiac. Don't you think the guests like it?"

If an ordinary person were faced with Si Lili's gentle and charming expression, they would probably have dropped their guard into the Flowing Crystal River long ago, but Meng Fan is no ordinary person.

He deliberately moved a little closer, and Si Lili frowned slightly. Although the movement was extremely subtle, Meng Fan caught it perfectly.

Although Meng Fan was extremely handsome and possessed exceptional talent, deserving the description of "a gentleman as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world," Si Lili still felt somewhat distant from him because a strange man was so close to her.

Meng Fan chuckled and said, "Don't you know whether there's been any poison in this wine or not?"

"and………"

Meng Fan turned his head to the side and looked at the bronze crane incense burner next to him, saying, "The scent of this incense is quite unique!"

Upon hearing this, Si Lili tightened her grip on the hidden hand, and an extremely thin silver needle suddenly appeared from her sleeve. The maids held their breath and exchanged glances in the shadows.

The so-called flower boat has now become a deadly trap.

Unexpectedly, Meng Fan picked up his wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp, sighing, "The wine is good, and the woman is beautiful, but this banquet is not a good banquet, and the person is heartless."

"I wrote a wonderful poem for you, but you repaid me with poison. Si Lili, no, Li Lisi, tell me, what kind of logic is this to repay kindness with enmity?"

Upon hearing her real name, Si Lili's heart tightened suddenly. She forced a smile and said, "What are you saying, guest? I don't understand."

"Li Lisi is a descendant of the royal family of Southern Qing. Because her grandfather failed in the struggle for imperial power, she fled to Northern Qi with her mother and younger brother. After her identity was exposed, she was adopted by the royal family of Northern Qi. After her mother died, she and her younger brother depended on each other for survival."

"In order to survive, she volunteered to become a spy from Northern Qi infiltrating Southern Qing, using the alias Si Lili and posing as the top courtesan of Zuixianju in the capital to gather intelligence."

"Am I right?"

As they were talking, Meng Fan stood up, walked slowly behind Si Lili, and then put his hands on her shoulders, causing Si Lili to shudder.

"Do it!"

With a soft shout from Si Lili, the four maids each drew a dagger from their sleeves and decisively attacked Meng Fan from different tricky angles.

"Ah~"

Meng Fan let out a soft sigh, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze. The four maids floated in mid-air, unable to move. Only Si Lili remained conscious, but her body was just as stiff.

"Snapped!"

Meng Fan snapped his fingers, and the four maids suddenly fell downwards, immediately losing consciousness. Then, with a casual wave of his hand, the four figures disappeared, leaving only Si Lili and Meng Fan present.

Si Lili retreated in fear, demanding in a delicate voice, "Who exactly are you?"

Meng Fan pressed closer and closer, forcing Si Lili to the edge of the brothel.

"I?"

"Your current status is, of course, that of a guest, and your task as the courtesan is to serve me well, isn't it?"

As he spoke, Meng Fan pulled Si Lili over and threw her onto the bed. The rest of the process is not easy to describe in detail, but it can be summarized in eight words: sleeping among flowers and willows, playing with jade and exuding fragrance.

The sound of phoenix flutes stirs, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night!

The next morning, Si Lili opened her eyes, feeling her sore body. She endured the discomfort and quietly got up. Then she took a hairpin from her dressing box and was about to stab Meng Fan, who was fast asleep on the bed.

But just as the hairpin was about to pierce Meng Fan's neck, Si Lili suddenly stopped. After hesitating for a while, she slowly stopped, sat down by the bed, and cried silently, with two lines of clear tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Why don't you take action?"

Before Si Lili could turn around, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. It was Meng Fan, who had just been on the bed, but was now dressed.

Si Lili gave Meng Fan a knowing look, rolled her eyes, and her eyes glistened with tears, a mixture of helplessness, resentment, and strength.

I know I can't kill you!

Meng Fan gently lifted Si Lili's chin and smiled, "You're quite clever."

Then, Meng Fan wiped away the tears from Si Lili's eyes, draped a robe over her shoulders, gently picked her up, placed her on the bed, and leaned her against the headboard.

With a flick of his wrist, Meng Fan produced a bowl of warm red date and longan porridge. He stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up half a spoonful, and brought it to Si Lili's lips.

Si Lili's eyes were a little blurry. She couldn't tell which one was him: the domineering man from last night or the gentle young man from today.
She opened her slightly chapped red lips and ate the porridge.

While feeding him, Meng Fan chuckled and said, "Women are meant to be pampered. You've seen my methods. You don't need to worry about Northern Qi, and the same goes for Southern Qing. I'll have someone rescue your brother. From today onwards, you'll only have one identity: my woman, Meng Fan's woman."

Meng Fan's tone was very domineering.

Si Lili's expression was complicated. She was finding it hard to accept the change in her identity. Meng Fan in front of her was like a mystery to her. She didn't know whether he could be trusted or not.

But then, a pair of strong arms embraced her, and Si Lili felt a sense of peace.

For the next two days, Meng Fan stayed on the pleasure boat, and a fine poem was circulated every day. After two days of fermentation, it had completely ignited the entire capital, making him famous.

Partridge Sky - A Woman's Feelings

A light sash loosens the flickering candlelight; idly gambling with dominoes while passing the spring night. When she loses a piece, feigning annoyance, she secretly counts the delicate hairpins adorning her temples.

I mix plain ink, paint banana leaves, and watch the incense burn out as the water clock drips into the distance. Suddenly, I hear a parrot whispering: "Tonight, I await the moon's invitation by the west window."

Partridge Sky - The Banished Immortal's Drunkenness

The moon's shadow hangs heavy on the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the jade pot's light gleams with rich dew. A blue phoenix carries dreams from beyond the clouds, crimson sleeves add fragrance to the wine.

Her snow-white hair adorned with pearly white hair, her starry eyes sparkling like stars, a celestial breeze scattering purple hibiscus petals. Even a banished immortal has his romantic entanglements; how many clusters of jade branches does he owe?
Because of the title "banished immortal," many scholars called Meng Fan a "poet immortal"!
Meng Fan's unique thin gold calligraphy naturally spread to the imperial palace.

Emperor Qing leaned against his dragon-headed desk, his fingertips tapping on the page of the poem that had been circulated throughout the capital. A bronze crane-shaped incense burner in the corner of the hall emitted wisps of smoke, casting an inscrutable shadow over the figure on the throne.

Even a banished immortal has romantic entanglements?

The emperor chuckled softly, his expression unreadable, whether from joy or anger.

"If you're going to be so mysterious, then let's issue an imperial decree to allow this literary genius to meet you!"

It was a gloomy, drizzly day.

Meng Fan was lazily sitting at the bow of the pleasure boat, fishing. Si Lili was tending to a small stove, gutting the fish she caught, and putting them into a boiling pot.

Amidst the rumble of thunder, Meng Fan suddenly raised his hand and caught a raindrop falling through the eaves. The raindrop solidified in his palm and gradually transformed into a twin lotus flower sculpted from ice crystals.

In an instant, it transformed into a swirling dragon, and finally, with a flick of Meng Fan's fingertip, it disappeared into the Flowing Crystal River.

The river breeze suddenly calmed down.

Meng Fan didn't budge the fishing rod between his fingers, only chuckled lightly, "The fish has taken the bait." As soon as he finished speaking, the silver line suddenly taut, and a carp with golden scales and a red tail broke out of the water, landing right in the celadon plate next to Si Lili's hand, the sound of its tail slapping like shattered jade falling into the water.

"You think you can escape after taking my bait?" Meng Fan teased the red-tailed golden carp on the plate.

He holds grudges, so how could a fisherman possibly fail to catch anyone?
Suddenly, a group of people appeared on the shore. The one leading them was none other than Eunuch Hou, who served Emperor Qing in the palace. His long, thin voice pierced through the mist and announced, "His Majesty's decree invites the poet to the palace for a chat!"

Meng Fan ignored him completely. Only after the people on the shore called out three times did he slowly say, "If I don't go, what are you going to do?"

Eunuch Hou looked solemn. Accompanying him was Ye Zhong, the garrison commander of the capital, a ninth-rank expert. Clearly, according to the intelligence from the previous investigation bureau, Meng Fan was at least a ninth-rank expert.

Ye Zhong comes from the Ye family and is associated with Ye Liuyun, one of the four grandmasters. If Meng Fan really refuses, Ye Zhong will probably make a move in the next moment.

Sure enough, as soon as Meng Fan finished speaking, Ye Zhong leaped into the air, walked on water, and unleashed a powerful coffin-splitting attack.

Ye Zhong touched the three-inch wave with his toes, and his right palm cleaved down like a giant axe. Before the coffin-splitting blow even reached him, the fierce palm wind had already dented the surface of the Crystal River into a pit, revealing a huge palm shape.

Meng Fan, his blue robe unmoved, merely flicked his finger lightly on the fishing rod. The silver line at the rod tip suddenly rose like a serpent, and a raindrop, suspended in the morning light, refracted a seven-colored halo.

"While Ye Liuyun's Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand technique might have some merit, as for this coffin-splitting act, ha, it only adds to the amusement!"

Before the words were finished, the drizzle suddenly stopped.

Thousands of raindrops floated in the air, each one reflecting Ye Zhong's astonished face.

Meng Fan's wide sleeves billowed, and the wind and rain on the street instantly transformed into a mighty water dragon. Where the dragon's breath swept across, the armor of more than three hundred iron cavalrymen on the shore simultaneously cracked with ice.

The whisk in Eunuch Hou's hand snapped in two with a "crack." As he staggered backward, he saw the water dragon suddenly explode into countless water swords filling the sky.

The rain of swords seemed to have eyes; apart from himself, all the other imperial guards fell to the ground, each with a cinnabar dot between their eyebrows—bloodstains left by raindrops piercing their skulls.

Ye Zhong was pierced through the chest by a water sword and flew back to the shore, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

However, Ye Zhong was, after all, a ninth-rank martial artist, and his vitality was naturally very strong.

"thump!"

Ye Zhong knelt on the shore, his right arm bent at an odd angle, blood slowly seeping from his seven orifices. His iron palms, which could once split mountains and shatter rocks at will, were now entangled in his wrists by a fishing line.

Meng Fan simply gave the fishing rod a gentle tug. The fishing line wrapped around Ye Zhong's wrist suddenly moved as if it were alive, leaving the two slender gold characters "Poet Immortal" imprinted on his palm.

"Go back and tell Emperor Qing."

Meng Fan plucked a remaining reverse scale from the water dragon, casually condensed it into ice, and tossed it to Eunuch Hou, whose face was ashen.

"I am a celestial being banished from heaven."

"Kings of the world, please don't flatter me!"

"If he wants to see me, let him come in person."

At this moment, the celadon cup in Si Lili's hand clattered to the ground.

"you……"

Si Lili's lips trembled slightly, "Is he a Grandmaster?"

Although she didn't know how strong a Grandmaster was, she figured it must be something like this.

If Meng Fan's previous methods were mysterious and unpredictable, today he truly defeated Ye Zhong and three hundred iron cavalry.

Who else could defeat a ninth-rank expert so easily but a Grandmaster?
"Heh, a Grandmaster?"

"They're nothing but ants in the mortal world!"

Si Lili thought Meng Fan was just bragging, but she still held a sliver of belief in her heart. Regardless of Meng Fan's identity, his strength alone was enough to guarantee the promises he had made.

The grandmaster is detached from worldly affairs.

Now it seems that I may really be about to be "free".

On the shore, Eunuch Hou hurriedly helped Ye Zhong up and left. The ice scale was now as hot as a branding iron. A Grandmaster! He almost lost his life.

Half an hour later.

In the palace.

Emperor Qing smashed everything he could find to break.

"Immortal, ah, wonderful!"

"They don't even respect me!"

At the same time, a deep sense of apprehension flashed in Emperor Qing's eyes. The possibility he suspected was growing stronger: this "Poet Immortal" might really have come from the Temple.

He couldn't think of any other explanation besides this one.

Moreover, all four Grandmasters in the world are related to Ye Qingmei, and now this Grandmaster has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and has even had contact with Fan Xian...

It's really hard not to be suspicious!

As soon as Meng Fan made his move, the spies from the other factions all received the news.

At the residence of the Second Prince, Li Chengze.

"Grandmaster?!"

The second prince held the transcribed copy of the poem in the slender gold script in his hand and said with an admiring smile, "It's getting more and more interesting!"

"Is that Grandmaster still at Zuixianju?"

Xie Bi'an, sword in hand, stood beside him and replied, "Yes, he has never left. Does Your Highness intend to win him over?"

Li Chengze waved his hand: "No rush. This Grandmaster is arrogant and has just angered His Majesty. If I rush over now, wouldn't that be like adding insult to injury for Father Emperor?"

"Since this grandmaster likes beautiful women, then tell Hongcheng to send a few more beauties over. It's a good thing that a talented man is so romantic."

The Second Prince's schemes are always subtle and intricate. This move not only avoids offending Emperor Qing but also befriends Meng Fan. Moreover, since it was a gift from Prince Jing's heir, Li Hongcheng, even if Emperor Qing asks, he has nothing to do with it!

In Guangxin Palace.

Li Yunrui and Crown Prince Li Chengqian sat facing each other.

Seeing that Li Chengqian looked hesitant and unsure of what to do, he asked, "What does Aunt think about this matter?"

Li Yunrui had always known Emperor Qing's personality; a Grandmaster who defied him was enough to enrage him.

Li Yunrui said, "What you should do now is go to the Zichen Palace to express your attitude to your father, uphold the dignity of the royal family, and ideally... also say a few words to that Grandmaster in front of your father."

Upon hearing this, Li Chengqian looked troubled and said hesitantly, "That's a Grandmaster!"

"What's wrong with being a Grandmaster again?"

"It's not like my Qing Kingdom doesn't have them."

Li Yunrui said confidently, "Whether it's Ye Liuyun or the mysterious one in the palace, they are both on the side of Qing Kingdom now. It's two against one, so Qing Kingdom has the advantage."

"Since this Grandmaster disregards the royal family, and you are the Crown Prince, you should stand on the side of the royal family. Although your father may say a few words to you, he should be happy in his heart."

(End of this chapter)