Chapter 840: Leaning on a Sword, Singing and Whistling Under the Bright Moon, Drinking Wine in the Wind and Facing Pengying

An hour later, Lin Ruofu and Qin Hao walked out of the hall one after the other.

Lin Ruofu's face was very ugly, not only because he lost five games to Qin Hao in this hour, and each game was won without a single piece of armor left, but more importantly, he had originally wanted to ask Emperor Qing to cancel the engagement between Fan Xian and his daughter, but he never had the chance to say it.

"Commander Qin, you are not only a martial arts master at such a young age, but also an excellent chess player. Your future is limitless."

Faced with Lin Ruofu's insincere praise, Qin Hao winked at him: "As a minister, I should serve His Majesty, and I don't deserve the praise from Prime Minister Lin."

"Goodbye."

"Commander Qin, take care, come to your house when you have time."

On the other side, Fan Xian jumped off the carriage and found out where the Inspection Institute was. He walked into the gate of the Inspection Institute with a candied haws. No one paid attention to him along the way. In the end, he was taken to the place where the files of the Inspection Institute were stored with the waist badge given to him by his teacher Fei Jie.

As luck would have it, Wang Qinian was the clerk who managed the files. When Wang Qinian learned that he was the inspector of the Inspection Institute, he suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly, telling about his miserable experience, saying that his previous actions were all for his seriously ill wife and daughter at home. Seeing him in tears, Fan Xian was half-believing and half-doubting, when a guard suddenly pushed the door in and said that he had just met his wife and asked him to remember to buy some vegetables to go home at night. Wang Qinian did not expect that his lie would be easily exposed. For a moment, the air seemed to condense at this moment.

Later, Fan Xian asked Wang Qinian to help find the files of Teng Zijing's family. Wang Qinian promised to send them to Fan Xian's house tomorrow on the pretext that there were too many files and it was difficult to find them for the time being. Fan Xian did not doubt him and told Wang Qinian not to sell "Red Mansion" again. He wanted to cooperate with Versace in this business. Wang Qinian could only agree with pain.

From the door of the Procuratorate, Fan Xian reached out and touched the inscription left by his mother Ye Qingmei before her death.

"I hope that the laws of Qing Kingdom will be established for the people, not tolerated because of nobility, not deprived because of poverty, no unjustified injustice, no imposed crimes, respecting the law is like a sword, breaking the evil spirits and worships"

At the same time, after Qin Hao returned to the military camp of the Military Department, he asked the guards to release the several palace maids captured that day.

"Commander, isn't it inappropriate for us to release them without asking anything?"

Qin Hao shook his head: "The matter is settled, let them go, they are all small people, it's not easy to survive, why bother."

The guards' eyes flashed with a trace of throbbing when they heard it.

No words were spoken overnight. The next day, Qin Hao changed into casual clothes and took a carriage to the Prince of Jing's mansion. Yesterday, he released Guo Baokun's guards, which was considered to give the prince face. The appointment with the Prince of Jing was also to convey a message to the second prince that he had not yet surrendered to the prince, so he could use means to win him over.

However, when Qin Hao appeared at the door of the Prince of Jing's mansion, he immediately caused a discussion among the female relatives.

"Is this Commander Qin? I heard that he is the youngest ninth-rank master in Qing."

"Not only that, I heard that when he was at the eighth rank, he defeated Si Gu Jian's first disciple Yun Zhilan and Ku He's eldest disciple Lang Tao. They all said that he and the Saint of Northern Qi are the most likely to become grandmasters."

"No matter what rank he is, I like this man very much. Don't compete with me for him."

"Don't be so self-indulgent. Commander Qin has such a family background and appearance. Can he look down on you?"

The female guests' seats suddenly became extremely lively. Many noble ladies almost fought on the spot until a woman in red appeared. The scene was instantly silent.

"Hmph, these unmarried girls behave like this, aren't they afraid of bringing shame to their elders?"

If someone else said this, these noble ladies would have killed each other with a mouthful of spit, but this person happened to be Ye Ling'er, who was absolutely unique among the female relatives in the capital. In terms of martial arts, she was a seventh-rank master, and in terms of words, she never argued with others, and would never talk when she could fight. Who dared to offend her.

Fan Ruoruo happened to come in with Fan Xian, and she also agreed when she saw this.

"That's right, everyone here has read a lot of sage books, don't you know the four words of courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame?"

Ye Ling'er was originally complacent about her performance, but when she heard Fan Ruoruo's words, she immediately frowned, snorted at her, and turned to her seat.

Fan Ruoruo naturally didn't have a good face for Ye Ling'er. The reason why she agreed just now was just because there were powerful enemies outside, and they temporarily became an offensive and defensive alliance.

The reactions of the two also caused the group of noble ladies to whisper.

On the other side, Qin Hao sat beside the Prince of Jing, and Li Hongcheng greeted him warmly.

After Fan Xian greeted Li Hongcheng, he sat next to Qin Hao. Coincidentally, Guo Baokun also came at this time, and brought with him a talented man named He Zongwei who was said to be famous in Beijing. It seems that Guo Baokun has learned his lesson this time and specially found a strong supporter to help.

"Commander Qin, thank you for that day." Guo Baokun glared at Fan Xian fiercely, and then immediately put on a smiling face and bowed to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao waved his hand: "Mr. Guo, you don't have to be polite."

As soon as Guo Baokun sat down, he made a lot of sarcasm to Fan Xian. Fan Xian was not the kind of person who would just let it go, and he immediately started to argue with Guo Baokun.

In the end, Li Hongcheng stepped in to stop them: "Today is a poetry gathering, and we should make friends through poetry, so it's better to be elegant."

"Okay, then let's judge by poetry and prose. I'm afraid that some people grew up in remote areas and have never learned poetry and prose, so they don't know shit."

Qin Hao shook his head secretly. Why did you mess with him? Do you know the Three Hundred Tang Poems? Do you know the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties? Isn't this just hitting Fan Xian in the face?

Fan Xian drank his wine by himself and said lightly: "No matter how many poems you write today, I will only write one."

When this was said, everyone in the room was shocked, but most people looked at Fan Xian with contempt, thinking that he was bragging.

"You only wrote one poem. I think you are ignorant and can't write a second one at all!" Guo Baokun said sarcastically.

The talented He Zongwei also echoed: "That's right, it's okay to be ignorant, but being so arrogant is a problem of character."

"That's right, with such a character, how can you have the face to marry the princess? If you know what's good for you, you should go back to Danzhou immediately."

Facing the squeeze from Guo Baokun and He Zongwei, Fan Xian still drank leisurely. Anyway, his purpose was to break off the engagement.

"You guys write first. I'm afraid that after I finish writing this poem, you won't dare to write again."

Fan Xian patted his stomach and bowed to Li Hongcheng: "Your Highness, where is the toilet?"

"It's in the backyard. Qingyi, take Master Fan there."

"Master Fan, please."

Before leaving, Fan Xian took a deep look at the rice paper on Qin Hao's desk.

Guo Baokun mocked Fan Xian's back: "What a madman, what good poem can such a madman write? He only wrote one."

"Master Guo, don't bother with him. When his poem is finished later, He will naturally find a way to make him feel ashamed." He Zongwei flattered.

"Hmph, I just can't stand this kid's arrogant face."

Li Hongcheng bowed to everyone: "Today's poetry gathering is to make friends through poetry. If you have any good works, you may as well write them down and let everyone appreciate them together. The winner will get Mr. Zhuang Mohan's handwritten cursive calligraphy."

As soon as this prize was announced, it immediately caused a burst of exclamations from everyone present. Zhuang Mohan's status in the world of Joy of Life is a bit similar to Confucius and Mencius. He is the leader of scholars in the world. Literati look down on each other. Being able to receive such an honor shows Zhuang Mohan's status in the literary world.

"As expected of the prince of Jing, the first hand is Mr. Zhuang's handwritten cursive calligraphy. If I can win the first prize and take it back to hang in the study, I will have no regrets in my life."

"If Mr. Zhuang's handwriting is put on the market, I'm afraid it will be hard to find it with a thousand gold coins, right?"

"Vulgar, how can Mr. Zhuang's handwriting be measured by vulgar things?"

Not to mention that the talented people are rubbing their hands, even the female guests are in a commotion.

"Ruoruo, you are a poetic talent. You must not miss this poem written by Mr. Zhuang."

"Yes, Ruoruo, you should also fight for our female guests. Don't let those men take the cake."

Fan Ruoruo's popularity is still good on weekdays. After all, the Red Mansion came from her.

Ye Ling'er couldn't help but snorted coldly when she saw this: "Huh, just her?"

Fan Ruoruo was not angry this time. She smiled at everyone slowly: "I won't embarrass myself in this poetry meeting. With my brother Fan Xian here, he must be the champion of this poetry meeting."

"Ruoruo, is your brother really that talented?"

"Yes, I like Mr. Fan's Red Mansion very much. Some of the poems in it are also very good. Maybe he can really win the championship in one fell swoop?"

Ye Ling'er was about to say something, but saw Qin Hao had already picked up the pen, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Fan Ruoruo's eyes also fell on Qin Hao from time to time. Seeing this, she was also stunned for a moment: "Can he write poems?"

Just when Qin Hao started writing, Guo Baokun and He Zongwei also wrote a poem one after another.

Guo Baokun's poem can only be said to be barely qualified, and He Zongwei is slightly better, but that's all. Then many people wrote poems one after another. After everyone's appreciation, no convincing work appeared.

Until Jing Wang's son Li Hongcheng saw Qin Hao stop writing, he immediately came forward curiously.

"Commander Qin also wrote a poem. Can you please come out and see it?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "I just wrote a random poem to make up the number. I hope His Royal Highness will not laugh at me."

"No, no, Commander Qin was able to become a ninth-grade master at such a young age. He must have worked hard. It's not bad that he is not very proficient in poetry."

Li Hongcheng picked up the rice paper on Qin Hao's desk and suddenly couldn't continue. He was in a dazed state and his eyes didn't move for a long time. This scene attracted many talented people present to come over.

"What a good poem."

"Good poem, really a good poem. If this poem wins the first prize, Liu will admit defeat."

As soon as these words came out, more talented people were immediately curious. The female guests were separated by a curtain and could not show their faces. They could only look outside eagerly. Only Ye Ling'er walked out without hesitation, but there were too many people watching and she couldn't see at all.

If it was someone else's poem, no matter how well it was written, Ye Ling'er would not be interested, but this was written by Qin Hao. She wanted to draw her sword and chop off all the troublesome guys to see what kind of poem Qin Hao wrote to impress so many talented people.

Just when Ye Ling'er almost couldn't suppress the power of the wild, Li Hongcheng, the prince of Jing, read it out loud.

"The blue sky is as clear as wild geese flying, and the vast sea is surging. Leaning on the sword, singing and whistling to the bright moon, drinking wine in the wind and facing Penglai. The traces of white deer are on the green cliffs, and the clouds and mists are lingering beside the Yaochi. Life is like a dream, what's the point of talking about it? Let's be wild with poetry and wine in this life."

When Li Hongcheng finished reading, there was another round of applause.

"What a good poem! A song of leaning on a sword and whistling at the bright moon, drinking wine in the wind and facing Pengying. He is indeed the youngest ninth-rank master in Qing Kingdom. Not only is he an excellent martial artist, but his poetic talent is also so unique."

"It is indeed a good poem. Such a magnificent poem is a great enlightenment for life."

Although Ye Ling'er didn't quite understand what was good about this poem, she thought that it must be very good to be praised by so many talented people. Listening to others praising Qin Hao, Ye Ling'er felt happier than others praising herself.

Fan Ruoruo behind the curtain also clapped her hands at this moment.

"It is indeed a good poem. I didn't expect Brother Qin Hao to write such a good poem."

This is not over yet. After Li Hongcheng finished reading, he turned the rice paper over and faced the words on it to everyone.

"Look at Commander Qin's calligraphy, it is also unique."

"Great calligraphy."

"Not only is his poetry good, his calligraphy is also good, it is really amazing."

After seeing Qin Hao's calligraphy, some talented people even had some doubts. It's okay that he can't write poetry better than others, but his calligraphy is not as good as others. Do they have to give up literature and follow martial arts to write such good calligraphy?

"Commander Qin, you have kept it from me for a long time. Not only is he a martial artist, but he is also a great poet. His calligraphy is even better. It is not inferior to that of Zhuang Mohan." Li Hongcheng said excitedly. Although he wanted to win over Qin Hao for the sake of the second prince, he was absolutely sincere in his words.

Guo Baokun was even more excited. He believed that with Qin Hao's poem, he would be able to suppress Fan Xian more than enough.

"Commander Qin is a master who keeps his talent to himself. He is not like some people who only know how to talk big but have not written a single word."

"Haha."

Everyone laughed, and they were convinced that Fan Xian could not write a better poem than Qin Hao's. Even Fan Ruoruo was worried for Fan Xian.

Perhaps only Qin Hao knew that Fan Xian could definitely write a poem that was a hundred times better than his. After all, the poet Du Fu was not just boasting.

Poetry is completely based on talent, and it is not possible to write a good poem just by accumulation. Qin Hao's poem just imitated Li Bai's style. It looks good, but it can only be considered barely passing.

Not long after, Fan Xian returned to his seat. He deliberately took Qin Hao's poem and read it again and again. He felt familiar, but he had no impression of it in his mind. Now he completely dispelled his doubts that Qin Hao was a time traveler. He had no impression of this poem.

"Master Fan, didn't you say that you could beat everyone by just writing one poem? Why don't you write one?" Guo Baokun said sarcastically.

Qin Hao secretly held his forehead, this guy was hoping that he would be slapped in the face by the protagonist.