From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 1: The Immortal Poet? No, the Tomb of Emperor Wenzong
Danzhou
Josai
Fan Mansion
"Sir, what's wrong with you today?"

Li Fuyun, the teacher of the Fan family, looked at the handsome little boy in front of him with a worried look on his face.

He was the teacher invited by the Fan family to teach the young master how to read and write. Although he had only been there for a month, he still had a great impression of this smart little boy in front of him.

Smart, obedient, and although a little naughty occasionally, which teacher doesn’t like smart students?
I don't know what happened today, this usually lively and intelligent young man seemed to have lost his soul. He sat there in a daze, staring blankly at the newspaper on the table that had just been delivered from Beijing.

"Oh, nothing. I went to bed a little late last night and I'm a little tired today." Four-year-old Fan Xian rubbed his chubby face and forced a smile.

"Young master, you are still young, so don't play around too much." The teacher said earnestly.

"Yes." Fan Xian was obviously a little absent-minded.

"Young Master, you are a little tired today, so we won't learn anything new." Li Fuyun seemed very happy today. He smiled and picked up the official report on the table. "It just so happens that a great event has recently taken place in the literary world of Daqing. I will tell you about it."

"Please give me some advice, Master." Fan Xian finally came to his senses and said respectfully.

"Hahahaha." Li Fuyun held up the official report, stroked his beard and laughed. "This is quite a coincidence, but it can also be considered God's will. A month ago, a tomb robber was arrested and confessed to having dug up a tomb on Yuanshan Mountain, sixty miles outside the capital. The tomb didn't contain much gold or silver, but there were hundreds of boxes of bamboo slips and books. He only took out the gold and silver burial objects and a few books. The investigating officer discovered several wonderful poems among the books. He concluded that the tomb was extraordinary, so he reported it to his superiors and took people to investigate. The investigation uncovered a literary flourishing event that had not been seen in a thousand years in our Daqing Dynasty!"

"The tomb contains 720 volumes of ancient poetry and prose, as well as over 3,000 volumes of ancient poetry and lyrics. The most famous of these are '300 Tang Poems' and '300 Song Lyrics'. It's said that there are also wonderful storybooks titled 'A Dream of Red Mansions', 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms', and 'Journey to the West'. The literary world is in a state of shock!"

"Unfortunately, I'm in Danzhou now, and can only glimpse the splendor of Emperor Wenzong's tomb based on the fragmentary information in this court report."

"Wenzong's tomb?"

"Yes, it's the tomb of Emperor Wenzong. After His Majesty learned about the situation in the tomb, he immediately sent 3,000 imperial guards to guard the tomb and named it Emperor Wenzong. Great, great! The discovery of Emperor Wenzong's tomb will not only be a major event in the literary world, but will also establish Daqing's status as the world's Emperor Wenzong. Let's see what those Northern Qi brats have to say, and see if Zhuang Hanmo still dares to call himself the world's Emperor Wenzong. Hahahaha, good, good, good..."

Fan Xian blinked his eyes, becoming increasingly listless.

Countless thoughts collided in my mind.

Tang poetry, Song lyrics...

Red Mansion, Journey to the West...

This, this, this...

This isn't another world, it's actually Earth?

Otherwise, how could there be such a thing in the tomb.

But if it was the Earth, how could the world become like this today?
What a night it is!
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"Prince, Your Highness, the Emperor, the Emperor is here to see you?"

Kyoto, East Palace

Now the most noble eight-year-old child in the world was reclining on the couch, his eyes dull, revealing a sense of decadence and confusion.

When he heard the maid's words, he just said "Oh" lightly, without any expression, and didn't even move his body.

"Cheng Qian, your father is here, why don't you get up quickly?"

A light rebuke came from my ear.

Li Chengqian turned around and saw his mother, the current queen, looking a little panicked and looking at him anxiously.

Next to the queen was a young man with a majestic posture.

A pair of eyes as sharp as knives looked at him calmly.

"Emperor Qing, my idol!"

"Your son greets His Majesty, Father." Li Chengqian stood up and bowed obediently, with an undisguised admiration in his eyes.

There's no way around it. This guy, a native, managed to defeat a time-traveling fairy. He's truly a role model for us!

This bow convinced me wholeheartedly.

Looking at the appearance of this cheap old man, it turns out that the time-traveling fairies are all beauty-conscious and deserve to be cheated.

"No need to be so polite, please sit down." The Emperor's voice was calm and gentle, and no emotion could be detected. "I heard that you have been depressed and listless in recent months, and even stopped reading. Is this true?"

"That's not true. Don't listen to their nonsense. I just wanted to have a few days of leisure time and pretended to be sick. I didn't expect that this would reach your ears. Damn it!" Li Chengqian pulled the corner of his mouth and forced a smile.

"Hiding from leisure and pretending to be sick?" Even with Emperor Qing's shrewdness, he was a little surprised to hear such an answer.

"But what happened?"

"Nothing, you know, I just wanted to lie down after being beaten by my big brother last time."

Emperor Qing's expression froze. "It's been two months, and you still remember it? Didn't I punish your eldest brother?"

"You punished my elder brother. At first I was quite happy, but then I thought about it and felt it was quite boring. He hit me, and it shouldn't be you who punished him. I should have hit him back. But he is older than me, and I can't beat him, so I feel depressed."

"Cheng Qian, you are the Crown Prince, a role model for the people of the world. You were wrong to compete with your elder brother for the maid last time. Moreover, your father has already punished your elder brother, yet you still use this as an excuse. How can you be so narrow-minded and even cause your father to worry? You are simply asshole."

The Empress, standing by, looked disappointed. She then turned to Emperor Qing and pleaded in trepidation, "I failed to teach the Crown Prince well enough, leading to his stubborn character. Your Majesty, please punish me."

"Your cultivation level isn't high enough. No wonder you couldn't defeat the little fairy, and Emperor Qing had his entire clan wiped out."

Seeing the Queen's expression of three parts sincerity and seven parts acting, Li Chengqian pursed his lips and said, "Mother, this has nothing to do with my heart. I just want to get up from where I fell. After being beaten, I have to beat myself back to feel better. I have no intention of opposing my elder brother. It's just a dispute of will."

"You want to learn martial arts!"

Emperor Qing said, his calm gaze seemed to see through Li Chengqian.

"Yes, I want to learn martial arts and defeat my elder brother on my own. Please grant me your blessing, Father."

"Cheng Qian, you..."

"Okay, since you're determined, I'll have Gong Dian teach you tomorrow. However, martial arts training is different from literary training. If you can't stand the hardship, don't start it."

"Your son can definitely endure the hardship." Li Chengqian said loudly, his expression showing excitement.

"Alright, that's it." Emperor Qing stood up and said, "Queen, please don't be too harsh on Cheng Qian. Although the child is young, he has his own thoughts. It's good enough that he can think of revenge on his own."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Standing at the gate of the East Palace, watching the emperor's figure disappear, the queen immediately turned to look at Li Chengqian.

"Cheng Qian, do you really want to learn martial arts? You are still young."

"I don't care. I'm going to learn martial arts."

The queen had no idea what to do about this. She wanted to reason with the boy, but when she saw the eight-year-old boy with his head held high like a rooster, how could she reason with him?

He could only sigh, give a few instructions and leave.

The child is still young, and there are some things he will understand when he grows up.

(End of this chapter)