Film and Television: The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life

For die-hard fans who love watching movies and TV shows, the latest chapter of "The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life" has been released!

As soon as the autumn wind passed, the plume of black smoke that had risen from the hillside seemed to be stirred, and suddenly became thicker.

A column of dark gray smoke shot into the sky, mixed with scarlet sparks, dancing wildly in the wind. Scattered sparks instantly ignited into a mass, emitting a sharp, piercing roar.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of the temple gate, Fan Xian, who was leisurely chatting with Wang Qinian just a second ago, heard shouts coming from not far away. The next second, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly jumped up from the carriage.

"Fire! The Hanging Temple is on fire!"

The fire started on the floor beneath the hanging temple.

The Hanging Temple is made entirely of wood, with its beams, pillars, and eaves all made of high-quality wood that is dry and easily ignited, causing fires to start extremely quickly.

If the fire spreads to higher floors, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The young officials attending the chrysanthemum appreciation party had rarely experienced such a scene, and they were all flustered, screaming and dodging in all directions, creating utter chaos.

Fan Xian used his lightness skill all the way, his movements as fast as lightning.

Upon arriving at the fire, the intense heat hit us.

Many guards and eunuchs were already desperately fighting the fire, passing buckets of water and splashing water everywhere.

Gong Dian, who was originally on the upper floor, was also alarmed by the commotion and rushed down from the building with many guards.

The staircase was narrow, and not many people could walk side by side to participate in the firefighting. Fortunately, the fire was discovered early and was quickly suppressed with everyone's combined efforts.

Gong Dian, clad in black armor, stood at the corner of the stairs, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like that of a hawk.

A layer of black ash settled on his black armor, but his expression was even more stern than the armor itself.

Although it was autumn and the weather was dry, he still felt the fire was too strange. The Hanging Temple was heavily guarded, with people patrolling it daily; how could it have caught fire for no reason?

"Young Master Fan!" Gong Dian's gaze swept across the crowd before he leaped down to Fan Xian, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Leave the investigation here to me! You go and protect me!"

The fire started strangely, and he had to investigate it carefully.

He had to question everyone present, even his subordinates.

The only one he can exclude now is Fan Xian.

After all, in the capital, anyone who isn't deaf and blind knows that Fan Xian is Emperor Qing's son.

"Good!" Seeing that the fire was under control, Fan Xian didn't say anything more. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Gong Dian and then turned and rushed towards the upper floors of the Hanging Temple.

He came to this temple yesterday to deliver flowers, having received an imperial edict from Emperor Qing, and could only go up and down the stairs and walkways repeatedly.

Now, he used his lightness skill, no longer taking the usual path. On the cliff and among the eaves of buildings, he would occasionally push off with his toes, and his whole body would turn into a black shadow, like an incredibly agile ghost, climbing up to the top of the building with incredible speed.

His figure flashed across the cliff face, and with a few leaps, he rose several meters higher.

Gong Dian looked up at the rapidly rising black shadow and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "What incredible lightness skill!"

......

Inside the main hall on the top floor.

Zhou Cheng and the others were in the main hall on the top floor, so they naturally couldn't see the fire or even the black smoke. They could only hear the sporadic shouts that quickly subsided.

Just as some people were still confused about what was happening, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind suddenly came from the side of the hall.

The guards inside the hall immediately became alert, their eyes all following the direction of the sound, and they pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords.

The sounds outside stopped abruptly, followed by Fan Xian's voice, which sounded somewhat urgent:

"Your Majesty, your subject Fan Xian requests an audience!"

Emperor Qing pointed his finger, and Eunuch Hou immediately understood, quickly walking to the side of the hall and opening the window.

As soon as the window was opened, a gust of mountain wind rushed in, and everyone in the hall subconsciously squinted.

Then everyone saw Fan Xian firmly gripping the eaves of the opposite building with one hand, his whole body swaying slightly in the mountain breeze.

"Your Majesty, someone has set a fire!" Fan Xian shouted as soon as he saw Emperor Qing appear.

Emperor Qing stood with one hand on his hip, his expression unreadable, but his tone carried a hint of impatience: "Did you put it there?"

Fan Xian was somewhat bewildered, not expecting Emperor Qing to be so angry.

He naturally had no idea that Emperor Qing was furious with the Crown Prince for embarrassing himself just a minute ago.

He could only curse inwardly, like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, while patiently explaining:

"I have come to protect Your Majesty!"

"Protect the Emperor?" Emperor Qing repeated, glancing out the window twice. "Where's the fire?"

"Destroyed!"

"What's the point of killing the guards? What a disgrace!" Emperor Qing snapped, his tone laced with disdain. He then turned and tossed out a curt "Come in!"

With Emperor Qing's permission, Fan Xian immediately exerted force with his hands, tightening his five fingers, first raising his body several feet into the air, then stepping on the eaves corner, using the force to leap into the air, his whole body like a roc spreading its wings, crossing a distance of more than ten meters, and landing steadily in the hall through the window, landing silently.

As soon as Fan Xian entered the hall, Zhou Cheng saw him quickly scan the room.

Fan Xian then clasped his hands in a fist salute to him and other acquaintances such as the Crown Prince, Fan Jian, and Lin Ruofu.

Zhou Cheng nodded to him, without saying anything more.

The fire at the foot of the mountain was naturally the work of Emperor Qing.

Emperor Qing made meticulous arrangements for this chrysanthemum appreciation event. Since the Empress Dowager did not attend, Grand Master Hong Sixiang, as usual, remained in the inner palace.

Ye Zhong guards the palace, and the only guard force he can currently rely on is Gong Dian.

The fire was set just now to lure Gong Dian away and, incidentally, to bring Fan Xian over.

In this way, apart from the guards with swords, Fan Xian was the only top expert on the top floor of the suspended temple.

Zhou Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, remaining calm and waiting for the show to begin.

......

Fan Xian followed behind Emperor Qing: "Your Majesty, the fire is suspicious. If there really was an assassin, this high cliff is the hardest place to defend against. Your Majesty should return to the capital for the time being."

Emperor Qing snorted coldly, his steps unwavering, seemingly not taking Fan Xian's words to heart at all.

"What storms haven't I weathered in my life? You've scared me like this over a fire that hasn't even been lit!"

Emperor Qing stopped, turned around, and pointed at Fan Xian's nose, his finger almost poking the tip of his nose.

Fan Xian took a breath, wanting to roll his eyes.

He thought Emperor Qing was too pretentious!

However, the safety of a country's ruler is of paramount importance. A single mishap could affect the lives and deaths of countless innocent families. How could there be any room for carelessness?

Helpless, he lowered his head slightly and quickly gave Zhou Cheng a wink.

As a result, Zhou Cheng didn't even look at him.

Fan Xian's lips twitched, and he could only give a wink to the Crown Prince behind Emperor Qing, who was trying to appear calm.

The crown prince had just made a huge fool of himself and was now worried about how to make a good impression.

Feeling Fan Xian's gaze, she was slightly taken aback, but immediately realized what he meant.

He quickly stepped forward, bowed to Emperor Qing, and said, "Your Majesty, the safety of the nation rests on your shoulders, and your precious life cannot be harmed. Now that the cause of the fire is unknown, please consider the well-being of the nation and withdraw for the time being."

Who knew that Emperor Qing completely ignored the Crown Prince, simply waved his hand at him, and then said to Fan Xian:

"Throughout my life, I have survived countless assassination attempts. How could you children possibly know the turbulent times that once swept across the land?"

Emperor Qing chuckled softly, a smile tinged with a hint of reminiscence and a touch of disdain.

"Such a flawed situation, a fire that can't even be lit, and you think you can force me to leave? It's not that easy."

Fan Xian hadn't expected Emperor Qing to be so stubborn.

Just as he was about to say something more, he heard Eunuch Hou suddenly shout, "His Majesty has been assassinated forty-three times in his life, and he has never retreated a single step."

The voice was sharp and loud, echoing throughout the hall.

Fan Xian was taken aback, and forgot the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Looking at Eunuch Hou, he immediately thought of Wang Qinian at the foot of the mountain.

When Wang Qinian was around Chen Pingping, he would always suddenly jump out and shout a few words.

At this moment, he couldn't help but curse in his heart again, realizing that behind every successful man, there is one or more excellent straight men.

Fan Xian remained silent for a moment, then Emperor Qing suddenly put his hands in his pockets and looked at Zhou Cheng.

"Chengcheng, Fan Xian and the Crown Prince have both advised against it, why didn't you advise me?"

Before Emperor Qing could finish speaking, all eyes turned to Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng seemed oblivious to the stares around him. He calmly bowed to Emperor Qing.

"Your Majesty's power is overwhelming, your authority supreme and unmatched. It is not Your Majesty who should step down, but the villains."

Emperor Qing suddenly laughed and pointed at Zhou Cheng:

"Hearing you speak like this for the first time, it's a little unusual! It seems you've really improved!"

He nodded again.

"Excellent, that makes sense! I believe Chengcheng is absolutely right! My power overwhelms the world, and no one can rival me. It is never me who should retreat, but rather the petty villains!"

Fan Xian stared wide-eyed, never expecting Zhou Cheng to say such a thing!

He had always thought that Zhou Cheng was incapable of flattery!

Then, he was so angry he was grinding his teeth.

That bastard, he's so easy to talk when he's not the one suffering!

Among the officials on the roof of this suspended temple, he is now the strongest in martial arts and the tallest.

As the Director of the Censorate, he was responsible for the emperor's safety.

If anything happens, he'll have to step in.

If nothing goes wrong, all is well, but if something goes wrong, he'll be the first one to be blamed.

He originally advised Emperor Qing to leave as a precaution, but now that bastard said something, Emperor Qing, who didn't want to leave in the first place, has even more reason to stay.

The key point is that Zhou Cheng is still a prince.

Even if Emperor Qing stays because of Zhou Cheng's words, if problems arise, the one who will be held accountable will not be Zhou Cheng, but him.

So for a time, Fan Xian was under tremendous pressure. Even though he still owed Zhou Cheng two favors, he was furious at the moment!

Emperor Qing walked towards the observation deck.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and hurriedly caught up: "So His Majesty's decree is still not being withdrawn today?"

"Still not convinced?" Emperor Qing said, his hands behind his back.

"Totally dissatisfied"

"This is defying an imperial decree."

"It's not that I want to disobey the imperial decree; in this situation, everyone here would want to disobey the imperial decree."

Fan Xian pointed to the others following behind Emperor Qing.

Zhou Cheng and the others remained silent, but the Fourth Prince, Li Chengping, said somewhat flusteredly in the crowd, "I, I didn't."

He waved his hand as he spoke, but no one paid him any attention.

Fan Xian also ignored Li Chengping, that little brat; he still hadn't given up.

"Your Majesty's safety is the foundation of the nation. No matter how small, it must be taken very seriously. No amount of caution is too much. The sight of yellow flowers reappears every year, but the Emperor of Qing is all alone."

Upon arriving at the viewing platform, a chilly mountain wind was blowing.

Emperor Qing stopped at the railing, placed his hands on it, and gazed into the distance.

"It's not that I particularly love chrysanthemums among flowers, but that after this flower has faded... there are no more flowers left."

Emperor Qing spoke slowly and deliberately.

Fan Xian never expected that Emperor Qing would recite the poem he had written; the scene was indeed quite fitting.

He had no heart for praise now; he only wanted to send this great deity back to the palace as soon as possible.

As he recited a line of poetry, Emperor Qing turned around and saw Fan Xian about to speak again. He raised his hand to signal him to be quiet.

Then his eyes calmed, and his tone carried a powerful confidence:

"Fan Xian, once assassination attempts become a habit, you'll probably understand why I'm so indifferent to them."

He chuckled softly:

"Northern Qi, Eastern Yi, Western Hu, Southern Yue, and those pitiful wretches whose countries were destroyed and whose people perished because of my defeat—so many people wanted to kill me. Yet, twenty years have passed, and I am still standing here, enjoying the flowers and the scenery!"

Having said that, he removed both hands from the railing and shouted.

"Alright, don't spoil my mood. Today is a fine day, come, let's drink and admire the flowers!"

Having heard Emperor Qing's words, Fan Xian had nothing more to say and could only watch as the waiters filed out, carrying trays of wine and drinks.

"Come on, let's have a drink!"

Emperor Qing raised his wine cup, and everyone else raised their cups and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Emperor Qing nodded and drank the wine in one gulp.

After a glass of wine, the atmosphere on the rooftop suddenly became more relaxed.

Looking at the mostly familiar faces around him, Fan Xian felt a little dazed for a moment, wondering if he was being too sensitive.

Emperor Qing drank two more cups, seemingly enjoying the taste of this year's chrysanthemum wine.

He then left the observation deck, making room for others to enjoy the scenery.

Upon entering the hall, Emperor Qing sat down at the table.

"Change the wine!"

He gave the order.

Then, a handsome and harmless-looking eunuch came over carrying a wine table.

His steps were very light, with only his toes touching the ground, making him appear extremely cautious.

Upon witnessing this scene, Fan Xian felt a sudden tightness in his heart for some reason.

"Clang!"

The sound of a flowerpot falling to the ground rang out.

Fan Xian suddenly looked toward the source of the sound.

Suddenly, a pot of golden chrysanthemums fell to the floor in the main hall. The pot shattered, soil and petals flew everywhere, and broken porcelain shards were scattered all over the ground.

This sounds like a signal!

Suddenly, several bright blades flashed simultaneously!

"There's an assassin!"

Eunuch Hou let out a shrill, piercing scream!

However, the next moment, an even louder roar followed!

"Boom!"

A massive boulder, accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning, crashed down from the sky, collapsing the roof and sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere. The boulder sank deep into the floor of the main hall, nearly crashing down to the next level.

The boulder was as tall as a person and weighed a thousand pounds; when it crashed down, the entire hall trembled.

An unfortunate eunuch was struck on one side by a falling boulder and fell silent instantly, his blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.

Then, figures fell one after another from the hole created by the huge rock smashed into the top of the hall.

These figures were dressed in coarse linen clothes, just like the craftsmen who were sent down the mountain yesterday.

But at this moment, these craftsmen are not holding carving knives or scissors, but real, hundred-times-forged steel knives!

A piercing scream echoed across the top floor!

The fourth prince, Li Chengping, was very close to an assassin, whose youthful face was reflected in the flash of the assassin's blade.

His legs were trembling, his crotch was completely wet, and he screamed out of desperation, throwing the wine glass in his hand away!

When the assassination attempt came, even the imperial guards present were unable to react in an instant.

They never expected that an assassin would appear among their own people, never expected that an assassin would descend from the sky, and never expected that someone would dare to carry out an assassination in this hanging temple!

"Protect His Majesty!"

"Protect His Majesty!"

In the chaos, all sorts of sounds mingled together: shouts, drawn knives, shoving—it was a complete mess.

Fan Xian reacted quickly; he was very close to the Fourth Prince.

Just as he was about to rescue Li Chengping, a pale white light struck from outside the building.

An assassin dressed entirely in white, wielding a plain ancient sword, floated in through the window like a celestial being. A chilling killing intent emanated from him, and his sword flashed like a shooting star piercing the sun, heading straight for Emperor Qing!

Master!

A true master!

The moment the man in white appeared, Fan Xian, who had his back to him, sensed something and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end!

Even though the opponent's sword light wasn't specifically targeting him, he still felt a great sense of danger, a chilling feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake.

The bodyguards and assassins brandished their knives at Li Chengping, while the man in white stabbed at Emperor Qing. All of this happened at the same moment.

Fortunately, Li Chengping was near the route taken by the man in white.

Although the man in white made Fan Xian feel a strong sense of danger, he was confident that he could save Li Chengping while also blocking the white-clad assassin's sword.

It might be a little dangerous, he might get hurt, but he's confident he can do it!

only.......

Fan Xian saw what was behind Emperor Qing.

There was a handsome young eunuch there, who was pulling a dark dagger from under the wine table!

The dagger was the same color as the wine table and was so close to it that it was difficult to spot even with careful observation.

Fan Xian felt a chill run down his spine, and for a moment he was caught in a difficult choice!

With his skills, he can only stop two people at most!

If he saves Emperor Qing, he will be unable to save Li Chengping!

If he saves Li Chengping, he won't be able to save Emperor Qing in time!

In the blink of an eye, there was no time for him to think.

His past education led him to make a choice almost instinctively.

Rescue people.

Naturally, the smaller one should be saved first.

The hidden arrow in his sleeve went straight for the guard assassin. Fan Xian didn't even look at the result. He turned around and used his inner energy to strike the sword light beside him!

The white-clad swordsman frowned slightly, then shifted his sword stance, blocking Fan Xian's full-force attack.

As the swordsman stepped back to dissipate his force, Fan Xian glanced out of the corner of his eye toward Emperor Qing.

Just as he was lost in thought, realizing that an emperor was about to die a bloody death...

"Whoosh!"

A wine cup transformed into a rainbow, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, heading straight for the little eunuch behind Emperor Qing!

The wine glass was pure white, and it drew a beautiful arc in the air at an astonishing speed.

The little eunuch had just pulled out his dagger from under the wine table, and before he could even raise it, the wine cup had already flown to him.

"Snapped!"

The wine glass struck his hand and shattered, shards flying everywhere.

The immense force instantly turned his palm into a bloody mess, and the dagger he had used to stab him was sent flying, tumbling through the air before landing on the ground with a "clang."