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

Pretending to have a hand injury now, trying to both show off and hide one's shortcomings, isn't so easy.

Seeing Li Chengze return with a gloomy face, Li Chang'an bluntly said, "You've kicked a hornet's nest, haven't you?"

Li Chengze sighed softly, "It's one thing if Uncle Wang won't help me, but this kid is also stubborn and won't listen to either soft or hard tactics."

"Now you have to watch the Crown Prince's men clear Fan Xian's name on my turf. How frustrating!"

Li Chang'an smiled and said, "Fan Xian wants to turn things around, but it won't be that easy. Just you wait and see."

Li Chang'an knew that there were far too many people who didn't want Lin Wan'er to marry Fan Xian.

Leaving aside Lin Ruofu and Lin Gong, Ye Ling'er, who was present, wished she could kill Fan Xian on the spot.

She didn't want her best friend to marry a notorious scoundrel.

The poetry gathering continued, with Fan Xian supporting his right hand with his left, his face full of apology.

"Gentlemen, unfortunately I injured my hand today and cannot write, so Young Master Guo will have to do it for me."

Guo Baokun bowed in a circle and said generously, "Gentlemen, I and Young Master Fan hit it off immediately. This is just a small matter, and I will gladly do it!"

After speaking, Guo Baokun strode to the desk, picked up the brush, and said, "Brother Fan, you have always been exceptionally talented, excelling in both chess and poetry!"

"I am deeply honored to be able to write for Brother Fan today. Brother Fan, please begin!"

Behind the curtain, Li Chengze spat, "This good-for-nothing is really going all out for the Crown Prince's orders."

Li Chang'an said quietly, "He did it with great seriousness, and the poem was completed with a stroke of his pen."

Li Chengze frowned and said, "Uncle Yong, why are you praising this good-for-nothing!"

Li Chang'an said, "Read the first two characters of these two sentences together."

The second prince chewed on a grape, muttering to himself, "Idiot... idiot... Uncle, what's the story behind this?"

On the corridor, Fan Xian had already recited the first line, "Looking eastward to the cloud-covered shore..."

Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an chuckled inwardly. Wasn't this the poem written by He Zongwei?

Sure enough, He Zongwei's expression was complicated. It turned out that Guo Shao had given He Zongwei's poems to Fan Xian to make him famous.

Looking eastward to the cloud-covered shore, white clothes are stepping on the cold frost.

Don’t say you are alone and far away, there are green mountains to see you off.

This poem is indeed better than Guo Shao's, and it is the best poem that Guo Shao can produce.

Just as Fan Xian began, a crumpled piece of paper was suddenly thrown onto Ye Ling'er's desk.

She turned around warily, only to find no one there; Xing Yusen, who had thrown the paper ball, had already disappeared.

Ye Ling'er unfolded the crumpled paper and immediately flew into a rage.

"Fan Xian's handwriting was terrible, so he pretended to be injured to avoid embarrassing himself in front of Princess Yichen."

Ye Ling'er was furious when she saw Fan Xian posing with one arm raised in a pretentious manner.

"Wait a minute!"

Ye Ling'er gave a clear shout and quickly walked up to Fan Xian.

Name: Ye Ling'er

Age: 16 years old

Realm: Lower Seventh Rank

Talents: Martial Arts (Rank 8), Command (Rank 4)

Abilities: Tracking (Rank 6), Command (Rank 3)

Emotion: 20

"Fan Xian!"

"I heard you're about to advance to the eighth rank, and I'd like to ask you for some guidance!"

Seeing Ye Ling'er suddenly appear, Guo Baokun was shocked and cried out, "Miss Ye, stop! Brother Fan is injured and cannot spar!"

The second prince shouted immediately, "Bi'an, quick, quick! Hold her down!"

Li Chengze was incredibly clever; if he could hold Ye Ling'er down at this moment, he would surely make Fan Xian feel indebted.

Without saying a word, Xie Bi'an moved like the wind and firmly held down Guo Baokun, who was about to step forward to stop him!

Guo Baokun screamed in pain, "Who are you? What are you doing pressing on me!"

Old Xie misunderstood! Li Chengze wanted him to press on Ye Ling'er's body!

Xing Yusen's tightly clenched hand instantly relaxed. If Lao Xie was going to press Ye Ling'er's hand, then he would press Lao Xie's hand instead.

Li Chang'an smiled faintly, and Li Chengze's vision went black as Ye Ling'er's coffin-splitting attack was about to hit Fan Xian's face!

Li Chengze stood up and hurriedly shouted, "Old Xie, hold Ye Ling'er down..."

Xie Bi'an then realized he had pressed the wrong number. But before he could react, it was too late.

Because Fan Xian had already raised his right hand to block Ye Ling'er's coffin-splitting attack.

Although Ye Ling'er is only a seventh-rank lower-level practitioner, her Great Coffin Splitting Technique is a simplified version of the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand.

Fan Xian dared not be careless with such methods.

Moreover, Ye Ling'er's family has a Grandmaster, so even if she cripples Fan Xian, she will be fearless and will strike with full force.

"You shameless scoundrel, you were just faking your injury! I'll chop you to pieces today, you bastard!"

Chapter 73 Fan Xian Makes a Fool of Himself! Lin Wan'er Makes a Stunning Debut!

If Ye Ling'er's moves were ordinary, common techniques, Fan Xian could easily defeat her with a single punch.

However, Ye Ling'er's moves were all exquisite, and Fan Xian could only use his domineering true energy to counter her moves.

Xie Bi'an flashed between the two and said, "A poetry contest is about literature, not martial arts. Please stop."

This man was the Second Prince's guard, so Ye Ling'er had no choice but to stop.

Having failed to beat up Fan Xian, Ye Ling'er snorted coldly, then looked at Lin Wan'er with concern, only to see Lin Wan'er looking at her gratefully.

Ye Ling'er then realized that exposing Fan Xian's pretense of injury was better than beating him up!

Fan Xian was exposed and noticed that the expressions of the people around him had changed, and they were pointing and whispering about him.

"Why pretend your right hand is injured when it's perfectly fine?"

"What on earth is Fan Xian up to?"

"Sneaky and dishonest, not at all honest..."

"Princess Yichen, you're not really going to marry him, are you...?"

Guo Baokun was at his wit's end. "Brother Fan, since your hand is fine, then write it yourself."

"Everyone's watching! Your poetic inspiration hasn't died down yet, has it? Hurry up and write a poem!"

Guo Shao was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Write a poem! Write a poem!"

Behind the curtain, Li Chengze asked in confusion, "What's Fan Xian up to? Is he that afraid of writing?"

"A poetry contest isn't a calligraphy contest. As long as the characters are decent, that's fine. Surely he can write perfectly well."

At that moment, Fan Xian subconsciously glanced at Lin Wan'er, only to find that she had a cold expression on her face and wasn't even looking at him.

Everyone was pointing and whispering about Fan Xian. At that moment, Fan Xian really wanted to copy a famous poem!

It doesn't matter if the handwriting is terrible when copying a famous piece of writing.

Copying a famous poem can make you feel proud and elated!

However, he quickly calmed down; Li Chang'an was right there.

The chain of suspicion about time travelers flashed through Fan Xian's mind again, and he forcefully suppressed his idea of ​​copying the poem.

"Looking eastward to the cloud-covered shore, a white-clad figure treads through the frosty cold. Do not say that you are far away alone, for the green mountains will see you off."

Fan Xian finished reciting the poem, and then tried his best to write the characters neatly.

After finishing writing, he turned around and sat back down next to Guo Shao, who immediately exclaimed, "What a wonderful poem!"

Then, he eagerly addressed the crowd, "It has artistic conception, ambition, and talent—a fine poem!"

"Brother Fan, you are indeed ambitious. One day you will achieve great success and become famous throughout the world!"

Then, a burst of applause rang out.

Fan Xian discovers that Li Hongcheng has actually had his maid pick up his handwriting and pass it around among the talented men and beautiful women.

Li Hongcheng also said, "This poem is indeed good. Everyone should take a look, and those who like it should copy it down."

"So, it turns out that Young Master Fan has lofty ambitions, and a little setback is nothing to him..."

The Fan family and the Jing Prince's family are old friends, and Li Hongcheng also wants to help the Second Prince win over Fan Xian. He had already thought of the lines to praise him.

However, he only got halfway through his lines to win over Fan Xian before he couldn't continue.

Because Fan Xian's handwriting happened to be presented to him, Li Hongcheng simply couldn't bring himself to praise this character.