Daqing: Chen Pingping's adopted son, biological mother Ye Qingmei

"Could I borrow your bow and arrows?"

Upon hearing Chen Qingfeng's words, Yan Xiaoyi was startled and looked at Chen Qingfeng blankly, saying:

"Young Master Chen? Did I hear that right?"

"You...you want to use my bow and arrow?"

Chen Qingfeng nodded, looking unconvinced, and said:

"how?"

"Commander Yan, are you perhaps reluctant to part with it?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaoyi suddenly laughed:

"Hahaha!"

After laughing for a while, he finally spoke:

"This fine bow of mine was specially made for myself."

"Without the strength of a ninth-rank expert, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to draw the bow. Are you sure you want to lend it to me, Young Master Chen?"

Without thinking, Chen Qingfeng stretched out:

"Whether we can draw the bow or not, we'll know once we try."

Seeing Chen Qingfeng's reckless attitude, Yan Xiaoyi glanced at the Princess standing to the side.

Li Yunrui nodded slightly.

Then, Yan Xiaoyi didn't delay and took off his bow and arrows and handed them to Chen Qingfeng.

……

at the same time.

Danzhou.

The old residence of the Fan family.

In the courtyard, flower tea purchased by people from Kyoto was piled up in one corner, and the aroma of tea and flowers wafted out, filling the entire courtyard.

Several butterflies fluttered up and down among the flowering trees.

And from the flowering trees, the occasional chirping of fledglings could be heard, their sounds crisp and clear.

The old lady glanced at Fan Xian, her face full of affection, and said with a smile:

"Go!"

"Even a fledgling phoenix will eventually sing its first song."

“Xian’er, you’ve grown up now, it’s time for you to go out and see the world.”

As she spoke, the old lady reached out and gently touched Fan Xian, who was standing in front of her.

"Grandma, I'll come back to Danzhou to see you when I have some free time!"

Fan Xian responded with a smile.

The old lady smiled slightly and said:

"By the way, Xian'er, you are a calm and intelligent child, so there is nothing to worry about."

"However, your heart is still too pure."

"I promised Grandma, after we go to Kyoto..."

At this point, the old lady's smile faded, and she added:

Be more ruthless!

Fan Xian nodded, his eyes filled with reluctance as he looked at the old lady.

Not long ago, an imperial edict arrived in Kyoto, ordering him to come to the capital.

"Idle."

"Remember what Grandma said."

"Your mother was so intelligent back then, but it was precisely because she was too kind-hearted that she ended up like this..."

The old lady stopped abruptly at this point.

After a long pause, the old lady let out a long sigh and looked at Fan Xian with a serious expression.

"so."

"I'd rather kill someone else than let someone else kill me."

"Do you understand?"

Fan Xian gave a soft "hmm" in response:

"Got it, grandma!"

The old lady smiled kindly and waved her hand, saying:

"Go! Pack your things!"

Fan Xian nodded and followed them to his room.

He didn't rush to pack his things, but silently sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled up the blanket and wiped his face.

"Damn!"

"I hate this kind of parting the most."

"I almost cried."

"The old lady is really quite sentimental."

After calming down a bit, Fan Xian took a deep breath and then started packing his things.

Before long, servants arrived and loaded the large and small packages onto the carriage.

Fan Xian arrived outside the old house, where the old lady and all the servants were waiting.

Upon seeing the old lady, Fan Xian went straight up to her and kowtowed.

After getting up, he hugged the old lady tightly in his arms in a way that was completely contrary to the etiquette of the time.

That was fine, but Fan Xian then gave the old lady a big kiss on her wrinkled forehead!

This sudden scene left everyone present dumbfounded.

Even the old lady herself was dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Fan Xian bid farewell to Madam Fan and everyone else in the mansion, and went straight to his carriage.

With the rumble of wheels, the carriage slowly moved out of Danzhou City.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was azure, and the clouds were as white as silk, making it exceptionally beautiful.

Fan Xian lifted the carriage curtain, glanced at the scenery disappearing behind him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"They've gone to Kyoto!"

"I'll be able to see Ruoruo soon."

"..."

In a moment of reflection, Fan Xian suddenly remembered the poem "Ascending to a High Place".

"I originally thought I was the only one who was special."

"I never imagined that there were other people in this world besides me who also came from another world."

“Fun and interesting!”

"I wonder what kind of person this Chen Qingfeng is?"

Fan Xian pondered silently.

She was very curious about Chen Qingfeng.

In their earlier correspondence, Fan Ruoruo mentioned many things about Chen Qingfeng.

In particular, at the Crown Prince's Poetry Gathering, Fan Ruoruo stunned everyone with a poem about climbing to a high place, given to her by Chen Qingfeng...

Fan Ruoruo was naturally happy to share such interesting things with her brother in her letters.

Fan Xian was also shocked when he learned of this.

He realized that Chen Qingfeng, like him, did not originally belong to this world.

"If I am not on the same side as Chen Qingfeng, then he will be a formidable enemy in Kyoto!"

"Ruo Ruo mentioned in her previous letter that this person was also a disciple of Teacher Fei Jie."

“I entered the sect before him. When I go to Kyoto and meet him, I will have to ask him to call me senior brother.”

Fan Xian muttered to himself.

He went to Kyoto on two orders, firstly by imperial decree, and secondly because he wanted to find out who wanted to kill him.

……

At this time, in Kyoto, South Korea.

Guangxin Palace.

After taking the bow and arrow from Yan Xiaoyi, Chen Qingfeng walked out of the hall without saying a word.

Princess Zheng and Yan Xiaoyi were both bewildered and confused, not understanding what Chen Qingfeng was trying to do.

"A playboy, trying to draw my bow?"

Yan Xiaoyi muttered to himself.

They looked down on Chen Qingfeng.

They simply couldn't believe that Chen Qingfeng could possibly draw the bow of a ninth-rank archer like him.

After all, this was the information Yan Xiaoyi had obtained.

Chen Qingfeng doesn't put any effort into practicing martial arts.