All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

Amidst the chorus of greetings and salutations, Li Chang'an spotted Wei Bi at a glance.

The maternal uncle of the young emperor of Northern Qi, the chief envoy of this mission, was granted the title of Marquis of Changning, and was known in the martial arts world as the Marquis of the Buttocks.

This guy's hatred level rose from fifty to eighty, but he still had to respectfully bow and greet him.

"Your humble servant Wei Bi pays his respects to Prince Yong!"

Li Chang'an's deeds over the years have been widely circulated in Northern Qi. Although Wei Bi was unhappy about it, he didn't dare to provoke him at all.

"Lord Changning, it has been more than ten years since we last met. I have missed you dearly!"

Wei Bi's eyelids twitched; he didn't miss Li Chang'an at all.

"It is my honor that Your Highness misses me, and I also miss Your Highness very much!"

Li Chang'an showed a relieved expression, "Thankfully it's longing, not resentment!"

Wei Bi, who harbored deep resentment, could only obediently smile and, along with a group of officials, escort Li Chang'an to the largest private room in Yishiju.

When Li Chang'an arrived at the door, he saw Fan Xian, dressed in new clothes and wearing a fake smile.

Judging from his zero emotional value so far, this kid is probably extremely unwilling to come, but he can't resist Emperor Qing's decree.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth and knelt down to pay his respects. Li Chang'an casually said, "Fan Xielu, keep up the good work!"

"Once you reach the fourth rank, you won't need to bow to me anymore, otherwise kneeling is too tiring."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes inwardly. If you really find it tiring to look at, can't you just say "no need for formalities"?

In the largest private room of Yishiju, the huge round table was replaced with a small square table.

The family head of Yishiju is surnamed Cui. They are one of the distributors of the Imperial Treasury and are controlled by the Eldest Princess.

Therefore, Li Chang'an was not surprised at all by the sound of the eavesdropper's breathing next door.

Not long after Li Chang'an arrived, Zhuang Mohan also came to the private room with a female disciple.

Zhuang Mohan has white hair and beard and is over seventy years old, but he gives people a very wise feeling, as if the wrinkles on his face are full of knowledge.

"Your Highness Prince Yong, I have long admired you for many years, and I am finally able to meet you in person."

Li Chang'an said politely, "Master Zhuang is renowned far and wide, a truly admirable figure!"

After exchanging pleasantries, the two took their seats, and Fan Xian and the female disciple began to bustle about with practiced ease.

Zhuang Mohan took out a thread-bound book and said with an almost obsessive expression, "Your Highness, this is my annotation for your poems. Please take a look."

Although the poems Li Chang'an copied over the years were not among the most outstanding in the cultural history of his previous life, there were still many excellent works.

Li Chang'an flipped through the annotations and couldn't help but admire the old man's perseverance.

"Master Zhuang is truly thoughtful; he is indeed a model for all scholars!"

When Zhuang Mohan started talking about poetry, he seemed to become engrossed and began to ask carefully about the meaning of some of the words and phrases.

Li Chang'an also offered some answers based on the original poet's circumstances at the time.

No wonder Zhuang Mohan doesn't want officials to accompany him. When he eats with those people, he can't talk about poetry and literature; he'll probably be full of flattery.

As the two were talking, Li Chang'an felt that Zhuang Mohan's female disciple was constantly looking at her.

Because of Zhuang Mohan's enthusiasm, Li Chang'an hadn't taken a good look at the female disciple.

Upon closer inspection, the female disciple was dressed in a collared robe, with a slender figure and elegant, poised demeanor.

What's most striking is her pair of bright, large eyes, which keep stealing glances at Li Chang'an.

Her face looked somewhat stiff. Li Chang'an was skilled in disguise and could tell at a glance that she had been disguised.

However, those eyes were too big to be concealed by any disguise.

She was holding a plate of roast duck, but she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, looking like she was about to lose her appetite.

This female disciple's skill in serving dishes is far inferior to that of Fan Xielu.

Name: Zhan Pianpian

Age: 19 years old

Realm: None

Talent: Poetry (Rank 6)

Abilities: Political maneuvering (rank negative 1), poetry and prose (rank 7), calligraphy (rank 6), and classical Chinese poetry (rank 6).

Emotion: 60

The most beautiful woman in Langya Pavilion, the eldest princess of Northern Qi, actually disguised herself as Zhuang Mohan's female disciple and secretly came to Southern Qing.

Princesses like Zhan Pianpian, who do not participate in court affairs and live a secluded life, are only of interest to the Surveillance Bureau and the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven) in major events.

Take Zhan Pianpian for example. Li Chang'an only knew that she rarely left the palace, but like Zhan Doudou, she was Zhuang Mohan's disciple.

In other words, she was originally Zhuang Mohan's disciple, but she concealed her stunning beauty and did not use her true identity.

Her artistic talent is not bad, but her political acumen is rather appalling.

A master of political maneuvering!

However, despite her overly naive nature, Zhan Pianpian's political acumen was actually a rank higher than Guo Baokun's!

Li Chang'an glanced at Zhan Pianpian, who was so startled that she hurriedly looked away, almost dropping the roast duck in her hand.

"Master Zhuang, this Fan Xielu is a rising star in Daqing and the leader of the Youth Martial Arts Competition."

"His Majesty intends to cultivate him, so he let him meet Master Zhuang and absorb his literary and scholarly atmosphere."

Speaking of which, Zhuang Mohan and Shangshan Hu secretly went to Dongyi City and took care of dealing with Fan Xian, but they never saw Fan Xian.

He glanced at Fan Xian, a hint of regret in his eyes, "Qing Kingdom rose to power through martial arts, and this young martial arts champion is bound to have a bright future."

After he finished speaking, he introduced his female disciple, "Your Highness Prince Yong, this is a female disciple I took in many years ago."

"Her name is Xiao Pian. She is well-versed in poetry, prose, and literature. She came here to see the Prince Yong's demeanor."

The name wasn't exactly fake. When Zhan Pianpian heard Zhuang Mohan directly reveal the truth, an undisguised shyness appeared in her eyes.

Her snow-white ears and the back of her neck turned crimson, but her disguised face remained white.

"Master Zhuang, since those vulgar people aren't here, let's not bother with any of those pointless rules."

Then he turned to Fan Xian and asked, "Fan Xian, have you eaten?"

Fan Xian replied naturally, "No, I arrived at Yishiju an hour ago and have been waiting."

Li Chang'an said, "Then let's all go together. Miss Xiao Pian, you can come too."

"We've come all the way to Qing Kingdom, how can we miss the roast duck at Yishiju?"

Li Chang'an could see it clearly: Zhan Pianpian swallowed several times, looking pitifully at Zhuang Mohan.

Zhuang Mohan nodded and said, "His Highness Prince Yong is a member of the royal family, but he is very approachable. Xiao Pian, please join us for dinner."

When Zhan Pianpian sat down, Fan Xian opposite her had already eaten two rolls of roast duck, his mouth greasy with oil.

She happily rolled up a piece of roast duck, sniffed it, and wanted to eat it in big bites but was too shy.

Seeing how adorable she was, Li Chang'an couldn't resist teasing her.

"Master Zhuang, I find this young lady Xiao Pian quite adorable, and a poem suddenly came to mind!"

Upon hearing Li Chang'an's words, Zhan Pianpian's slightly parted mouth instantly closed.

Keep eating, Prince Yong is going to write a poem for her, it's been her dream for many years!

If you don't eat it, your mouth will be watering all over the table!

Zhuang Mohan, however, was completely oblivious to her embarrassment. "Xiao Pian, get a pen and ink, write it down! Quickly!"

Zhan Pianpian reluctantly put down the roast duck, turned around to get a pen and ink, and tears could be seen in her big eyes.

There was both disappointment at missing out on the roast duck and excitement at receiving Li Chang'an's poems!

"After the dream, the pavilion is locked high; after waking from the wine, the curtains hang low. Last year's spring sorrow returns again. Fallen flowers, a person stands alone; light rain, swallows fly in pairs."

I remember when I first met Xiao Pian, her double-layered robe embroidered with the character for "heart," and she spoke of longing on the strings of her pipa. The bright moon was there then, shining on the returning colorful clouds.

"Clang!"

As Li Chang'an finished reciting the poem, Zhan Pianpian dropped the brush from her hand, completely mesmerized.

Chapter 95 Your subordinate Sang Wen greets the Lord of Langya Pavilion!

After listening to the poem "Linjiang Xian," Zhuang Mohan pondered its words repeatedly, finding them increasingly delightful and captivating with each recitation.

"A lone figure stands amidst falling blossoms, swallows fly in pairs in the light rain... The bright moon was there then, once shining on the returning colorful clouds."

"What extraordinary talent! Every line he utters is worthy of being called a timeless masterpiece!"

Zhan Pianpian sat there blankly, her mind almost completely blank, the words that made her blush and her heart race still echoing in her ears.

Flying together, first meeting, longing...

Prince Yong was even more handsome and heroic than rumored, but just like in the legends, he was also dashing, bold and unrestrained!

You dare to write such shameful poems on our first meeting!