Chapter 94: First meeting with Zhan Pianpian! The negative value of power struggle reappears! (33, please subscribe!)
Li Changan told Emperor Qing about Yang Xiuqing's act of playing the charlatan. Emperor Qing frowned in disdain at first, but then quickly accepted it.

I dislike it because I think this method is a bit low, but if I think about it carefully, no one has ever done this in history.

He was able to accept it quickly because this method was originally created by the conspirator, and Emperor Qing felt that he was a kindred spirit.

The influence of religion in this world on imperial power is not small.

In the history of Li Changan's previous life, the influence of no religion could compare to the temples in the world of Joy of Life.

Because the temple truly changed the development of the entire world, emperors of various countries could not ignore its existence.

Therefore, in this era when religion has such a strong presence, pretending to be a charlatan must be effective.

"Your Majesty, all the ministers of Daqing will cooperate in this matter. As for whether Beiqi and Dongyi City will believe it, it is not important."

"We just need to get the people present to cooperate, and this will be done."

Of course the old conspirator understood what Li Changan said. This matter was just like Si Gu Jian killing Lin Gong. It seemed absurd, but it could be done.

"The peace talks have not started yet, and the formal talks will take some time."

"During this period, I asked the Inspection Bureau to thoroughly investigate the background of these envoys.

I just don’t believe that there are a few clean officials out there.”

As long as the Inspection Bureau can get hold of some evidence against foreign officials, it can force them to cooperate with Li Changan.

He was very happy about making Li Changan a Tianmai person.

At first he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just some divine performance in public, but after his cultivation level skyrocketed, Li Changan had new ideas.

Li Changan will definitely be able to break through to become a grandmaster. When his grandmaster identity is revealed, there will always be people who will associate Li Changan's rapid improvement in cultivation with the person with the Heavenly Vein.

I'm afraid that by that time, Emperor Qing himself would be shocked and suspect that Li Changan is really a person with a heavenly vein.

Therefore, it is important to build up a Tianmai identity as early as possible, which will greatly help improve your own prestige.

What's more, from a factual point of view, Li Changan, the time traveler, is of a much higher level than the Tianmai people in this world.

Half a month later, the Northern Qi delegation and the Dongyi City delegation entered the capital.

Zhuang Mohan was still a member of the Northern Qi delegation. Although he was still a member of the delegation, he did not participate in the specific negotiations.

Because Junshanhui is a very high-level organization, even Uesugi Tiger is not qualified to trade with Li Yunrui.

What's more, it was Zhuang Mohan who approached Li Yunrui to propose the exchange of Sean, so of course he had to personally explain to Li Yunrui how they planned to destroy Fan Xian.

Only after Zhuang Mohan and Shang Shanhu's methods were approved by Li Yunrui, did Li Yunrui sell the information about Yan Bingyun's hiding to Northern Qi.

Then, the Northern Qi delegation could exchange Yan Bingyun for Sean.

Slightly different from the original drama, Zhuang Mohan's visit to Nanqing this time was much less well received.

After all, ever since Li Changan became famous, Nanqing has been improving Li Changan's reputation through the Eighth Department of the Inspection Institute.

Later, Li Changan's calligraphy and painting skills reached the pinnacle, and he traveled around the world and left behind dozens of masterpieces.

Li Changan is now known as the Three Saints of Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting in Nanqing.

At least in Nanqing's own propaganda, Li Changan's status in the literary world is comparable to that of Zhuang Mohan of Northern Qi.

But Li Changan knew that the poems he copied did not touch the top masterpieces, so the literary and artistic ranking recognized by the system was also third.

Li Changan felt that in order to reach the top in literature and art, he needed an opportunity to convince the people of Northern Qi.

He himself could not have imagined that this opportunity was brought by Zhuang Mohan himself.

When Zhuang Mohan came to Kyoto, Li Changan did not visit him, and Zhuang Mohan did not visit Li Changan either.

The two are literary giants from their respective countries. If either of them takes the initiative to visit them, it would be a loss of face.

After all, Li Changan was a landlord, so he used the most formal etiquette to invite Zhuang Mohan to have dinner at Yishiju, the best restaurant in the capital.

Zhuang Mohan readily agreed and wrote a letter in reply to express his gratitude.

Lao Zhuang was a gentleman, and Li Changan could see his desire to make friends from between the lines.

Although Li Changan's Luowang was well-informed, it had not yet received any definite information on how Zhuang Mohan and Shangshan Hu would deal with Fan Xian.

After all, in the original novel, even the entire Inspection Institute knew nothing about the Junshan Society, which shows how high its standards were and how secretive it was.

On the appointed day, Minister Ji of the Ministry of Rites came specially to pick up Li Changan for the banquet.

The higher-ranking Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi should have gone to meet the guest Zhuang Mohan.

After getting on the carriage, Minister Ji spoke to Li Changan respectfully.

"Your Highness, you decided the place to eat, but the rules of the banquet were set by the Zhuang family."

Li Changan couldn't help but sigh, the ways of the world cannot be erased even by a nuclear war.

"Mr. Zhuang didn't like socializing in Northern Qi, so he suggested that we have dinner alone, just talking about poetry and culture, not national affairs."

Hearing this, Li Changan's eyes lit up, "This is a good thing! I hate red tape the most."

Although this matter was a private meeting between the two, it concerned the state system, and it was Emperor Qing who decided who would accompany the meal.

But Lao Zhuang is used to being tough. No matter who makes the decision, he just won't give you face.

Minister Ji said, "Mr. Zhuang said that he and you should each bring a servant to serve tea and water, and you can have a quiet meal."

Li Changan understood, "I guess my servants are not real servants, right? Who did Your Majesty choose?"

How can ordinary people have the opportunity to show up in such a great service to the literary world?

Minister Ji said, "The one recommended by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a famous talent in the capital, Mr. Guo Baokun from Minister Guo's family."

"But your majesty said it's not appropriate. We still need to find someone who knows diplomatic etiquette, preferably one from the reception team."

When the diplomatic envoys of the two countries came to visit, Nanqing also set up a reception team, and Fan Xielu naturally joined them.

Just as Li Changan guessed, Minister Ji said, "Then His Majesty said to find someone who is not too old, and Fan Xielu is the most suitable."

During this period, Emperor Qing really spared no effort in cultivating Fan Xian and improving his qualifications.

When he arrived at the gate of Yishiju, Li Changan saw a large group of people, all wearing official uniforms of various colors.

Zhuang Mohan and Li Changan had dinner together, so the Northern Qi envoys had to come, and officials from the Nanqing Ministry of Rites also had to come.

Although these people were refused by Zhuang Mohan to eat at the table, they could eat by themselves, so they simply arranged the working meal at Yishiju.

Amid the greetings and greetings, Li Changan saw Wei Bi at a glance.

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

This guy's hatred value increased from fifty to eighty, but he still had to bow respectfully.

"Foreign minister Wei Bi, I pay my respects to His Royal Highness Prince Yong!"

Li Changan's deeds in recent years have been widely circulated in Northern Qi. Although Wei Bi was unhappy, he did not dare to provoke him at all.

"Marquis Changning, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I miss you very much!"

Wei Bi's eyelids twitched. He didn't miss Li Changan at all.

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

Li Changan showed a relieved look, "Fortunately it is longing, not hatred!" Wei Bi, who was extremely resentful in his heart, could only smile obediently and send Li Changan to the largest private room in Yishiju with a group of officials.

When Li Changan arrived at the door, he saw Fan Xian wearing new clothes and a fake smile on his face.

It can be seen from the fact that his emotional value has been zero so far that this kid is probably unwilling to come, but he can't resist the order of Emperor Qing.

Fan Xian gritted his teeth and knelt down to salute. Li Changan said casually, "Fan Xielu, work hard!"

"When you reach the fourth rank, you won't have to perform formalities when you see me. Otherwise, kneeling will be very tiring."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes in his heart. If you really find it tiring, why don't you just say no.

In the largest private room in Yishiju, the huge round table was replaced and only a small square table was left.

The owner of Yishiju is named Cui, one of the marketers of the inner treasury, and is controlled by the eldest princess.

Therefore, Li Changan was not surprised at all by the breathing sound of the eavesdropper next door.

Not long after Li Changan 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 there is knowledge in the wrinkles on his face.

"Your Highness Prince Yong, I have long admired you and finally meet you in person."

Li Changan said politely, "Master Zhuang is famous all over the world, and we all look up to him!"

After some pleasantries, the two of them took their seats, and Fan Xian and the female disciple began to work skillfully.

Zhuang Mohan took out a thread-bound book and said with an almost obsessed look, "Your Highness, this is the annotation I made for your poem. Please take a look."

Although the poems that Li Changan copied over the years are not the best in the cultural history of his previous life, there are also a large number of excellent works.

Li Changan flipped through the annotations and couldn't help but admire the old man for his perseverance.

"Mr. Zhuang is really thoughtful and deserves to be a role model for scholars all over the world!"

When Zhuang Mohan talked about poetry, he seemed to be fascinated and began to ask carefully about the meaning of some words and sentences.

Li Changan also gave some answers based on the original poet's situation at the time.

No wonder Zhuang Mohan didn't want officials to accompany him. How could he talk about poetry and literature when he had a meal with those people? He would probably be fed up with flattery.

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

Because of Zhuang Mohan's enthusiasm, Li Changan never looked at the female disciple carefully.

Now taking a closer look, I saw that the female disciple was wearing a heart-necked silk dress, had a slim figure, and behaved elegantly and gracefully.

The most eye-catching thing was her pair of bright big eyes, which were always stealing glances at Li Changan.

Her face was somewhat stiff. Li Changan was an expert in disguise and could tell at a glance that she had been disguised.

It’s just that those eyes are too big and can’t be concealed no matter how much disguise is done.

She was holding a plate of roast duck in her hand, but she couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and it seemed like she was about to lose control.

This female disciple's skill in serving dishes is far worse than Fan Xielü's.

Name: Zhan Pianpian
Age: 19 years old

Realm: None
Talent: Poetry (Level 6)

Abilities: Strategy (minus one rank), Poetry (seventh rank), Calligraphy (sixth rank), Song Fu (sixth rank)

Emotion: 60
The most beautiful lady in Langya Pavilion, the eldest princess of Northern Qi, disguised herself as Zhuang Mohan's female disciple and secretly came to Nanqing.

For a princess like Zhan Pianpian who does not interfere in state affairs and lives a secluded life, the Inspection Institute and Luowang only pay attention to some major events.

Take Zhan Pianpian for example. Li Changan only knew that she seldom 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 real identity.

Her artistic ability is pretty good, but her political skills are a bit shocking.

Machiavelli is the worst!
However, Zhan Pianpian, who is too naive, is actually one level higher in political scheming ability than Guo Baokun!
Li Changan glanced at Zhan Pianpian, scaring her so much that she quickly dodged his gaze and almost dropped the roast duck in her hand to the ground.

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

"Your Majesty intends to cultivate him, so he is allowed to meet Mr. Zhuang and get some exposure to poetry and literature."

It is said that Zhuang Mohan and Shang Shan Hu secretly went to Dongyi City and took care of the matter of dealing with Fan Xian, but they never met Fan Xian.

He glanced at Fan Xian, a trace of regret in his eyes, "Qing country was founded on martial arts, and a young martial arts champion must have a bright future."

After that, he introduced his female disciple, "Your Highness Prince Yong, this is the female disciple I accepted many years ago."

"Her name is Xiao Pian. She is well versed in poetry, prose, and music. This time she came here to see the elegance of His Royal Highness Prince Yong."

This name is not fake. When Zhan Pianpian heard Zhuang Mohan directly reveal the truth, she showed an unconcealable shyness in her eyes.

The snow-white ears and the back of the neck also turned red, but the face remained white after the change of appearance.

"Mr. Zhuang, without those vulgar people here, let's not talk about any boring rules."

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

Fan Xian said naturally, "No, I came to Yishiju an hour ago and waited there."

Li Changan said, "Then let's go together. Miss Xiao Pian, you should come too."

"It's so hard to come to Qingguo, how can I miss the roast duck at Yishiju?"

Li Changan saw it clearly. Zhan Pianpian swallowed her saliva several times and looked at Zhuang Mohan pitifully.

Zhuang Mohan nodded and said, "Your Highness Prince Yong is a royal relative, but he is not arrogant. Xiao Pian, you can eat with us."

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

She happily rolled up a roll of roast duck meat, put it to her nose and sniffed it. She wanted to eat it in a big bite but was embarrassed.

Seeing how cute she was, Li Changan couldn't help but bully her.

"Mr. Zhuang, I saw that this little girl was very cute, and suddenly I thought of a poem!"

After hearing Li Changan's words, Zhan Pianpian's mouth, which had just opened, closed instantly.

Keep eating, Prince Yong is going to write a poem for her. This has been her dream for many years!

If you don’t eat it, your saliva will be on the table!
Zhuang Mohan was completely unaware of her embarrassment. "Xiao Pian, take a pen and ink and write it down! Quickly!"

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

I felt both disappointed about missing out on the roast duck and excited about getting Li Changan's poems!

"After the dream, the tower is locked, after the wine, the curtains are lowered, the spring hatred of last year comes again. The flowers fall and the man stands alone, the light rain swallows fly in pairs.

I still remember the first time I saw Xiao Pian, wearing a double heart-shaped silk dress, and expressing my longing for her through the pipa strings. The bright moon was there at that time, shining on the colorful clouds as they returned.

"Clang!"

After Li Changan finished reciting a poem, Zhan Pianpian dropped the brush in her hand, completely mesmerized.

(End of this chapter)