The grass grows, orioles fly, and the autumn air is crisp.
Fan Li was wearing black Confucian robes, sitting lazily on the Grand Master's chair, holding a solitary volume in his hand.
"It's quite a pleasant day when I don't have to bully the little emperor."
Ever since Fan Li learned about Xiang Ning's true gender, he subconsciously avoided seeing her.
After all, it is really not a glorious thing for a man who is over 1.8 meters tall to make a poor little girl disguised as a man cry all day long.
But most importantly, the [Traitor System] seems to have crashed, and no tasks have been released for many days.
Fan Li's clone is still in seclusion, practicing hard day and night.
Today, he is already at the third level of Body Refining Realm.
The Dragon Temple will be completed in less than ten days, followed closely by the [Three Emperors Alliance].
"I am at the third level of body refining, and following the empress to the alliance, isn't it a bit too embarrassing?"
While he was thinking wildly, he heard light footsteps coming from behind.
"elder brother!"
Fan Li didn't need to look back, he had already guessed that the person coming was Fan Yuehua.
This fourth lady, known as a fairy, is the only free person in the Fan family and spends her days traveling around the mountains and rivers.
However, Fan Yuehua is extremely talented in cultivation, and even practicing in seclusion can ensure steady growth in strength.
"I'm reading a book, you go play somewhere else." Fan Li turned around and said with a smile.
When Fan Yuehua heard this, he showed a disdainful expression.
"what book?"
She snatched the ancient scroll from Fan Li's hand and read the title loudly.
""The Record of Two Officials"? Hee hee hee, second brother, you haven't been to court for several days and haven't heard the little emperor scold you, so why are you looking for scoldings in your studies?"
Fan Li's face turned red and he reached out to slap her forehead.
"Your brother is a powerful minister at best, but he has never betrayed his master and surrendered to the enemy. How can "The Record of Two Officials" scold me?"
Fan Yuehua nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "That's right, second brother, you will rebel and become the emperor sooner or later. How can you become a second minister?"
Fan Li sighed.
Sometimes he really suspected that his fourth sister was a traitor. Why did she keep talking about rebellion on the spot all day long?
"Second brother, I actually have something to do with you."
"Oh, I'm busy with government affairs and I can't get away recently. You can find your eldest brother or third brother."
Fan Li refused without thinking, and even lied without making a draft.
Fan Yuehua was so angry that he stamped his feet!
She had seen with her own eyes that Fan Li had not gone to court for many days and was reading idle books at home every day. This guy actually said that he was busy with government affairs?
"Second brother! Tomorrow is the Luohu Cultural Festival. Dong Zhong, the most talented man in Jiangbei, invited me to go there. I want to see the culture of Chu, but I don't want to be alone. Why don't you accompany me?"
Fan Li was confused.
"Since there is a talented scholar from Jiangbei inviting you, naturally you and the talented man will be together. Why do you want to drag me along?"
"Oh, Dong Zhong is just a ticket giver. I don't want to be with a nerd. My second brother is the Duke of Jin. It's more respectable for him to take you out..."
After listening to Fan Yuehua's words, Fan Li's head was already full of black lines.
Are you treating yourself like a Chanel or LV bag?
How about taking it out with dignity?
Fan Li still wanted to refuse, but couldn't stand Fan Yuehua's repeated begging.
He really had nothing to do tomorrow, so he finally agreed.
"I also invited Sister Wu Zhui to go with me." Fan Yuehua said with a smile.
Before the Dragon Temple was built, Wu Zhui had been living in Fan Mansion.
Because she changed into a female body, Fan Yuehua immediately got close to her, and they actually got along well with each other.
Fan Li was speechless.
"You went to a cultural gathering, and the pomp was even greater than that of the emperor. You actually asked me, the majestic Duke of Jin, and the guardian beast to support the occasion..."
The next day, Luo Lake
The lake is magnificent, like an inland sea. It is shaped like a crescent moon, dividing north and south.
To the south of Luo Lake is the territory of Da Chu, but to the north of Luo Lake is the territory of Da Han.
The royal family of Dachu once funded the construction of pavilions and pavilions along the south bank of Luo Lake, which became a tourist park.
Later, I don’t know how long it took, but it became a common practice for Dachu scholars to hold literary gatherings on the south bank of Luo Lake every year.
"Second brother, sister Wu Zhui, we are here!" Fan Yuehua said happily.
The three of them got off the carriage. Because they deliberately kept a low profile and dressed up like ordinary young ladies from rich families, no one recognized them.
Luohu Literary Society is only attractive to scholars.
Da Chu established the country by force, and among the officials in the court, only those from the Hanlin Academy were willing to participate.
The rest are mostly famous scholars in the field and young talents who have not yet entered officialdom.
"Miss Yuehua!?"
Suddenly someone said happily and strode towards Fan Li and his group.
Fan Li looked around and saw that the person coming was gorgeously dressed, with silver and gold threads on the collar and collar of the Confucian clothes.
Fan Li felt that this person might not really have a well-off family, but at least he loved to show off his appearance.
He even smelled a scent from far away, which must have come from this person.
Fan Li couldn't help but frown.
Although scholars are said to be talented, they may only use powder when they are on a blind date or making a secret appointment with a lover.
"Is this kid here for a cultural gathering or a blind date?" Fan Li couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
His first impression of the visitor was not good.
"Master Dong is here." Fan Yuehua said with a smile.
"Xiaosheng Dong Zhong has met Fairy Yuehua."
Dong Zhong was very polite and attentive.
But he seemed to only have eyes for Fan Yuehua, and chose to ignore Fan Li and Wu Zhui.
Dong Zhong even occasionally glanced at Fan Li from the corner of his eye, with a hint of hostility.
"This kid fell in love with my Yuehua, but he didn't recognize who I was?" Fan Li saw through the other person's thoughts and found it very ridiculous.
How can these scholars who have not yet entered officialdom have the opportunity to meet the prime ministers and civil servant leaders of Chu?
Dong Zhong wanted to pursue Fan Yuehua, but mistakenly thought that Fan Li was his competitor. Especially the four members of the Fan family, all of whom are outstanding in appearance.
Today Fan Li is also wearing a blue turban and a white robe, worn by Confucian scholars.
Although the momentum is not as solemn as when wearing court clothes, it adds a bit of chicness and elegance.
Dong Zhong felt vaguely that he was not as good as Fan Li, and he even felt resentful in his heart.
As for Wu Zhui, although she was extremely beautiful, Dong Zhong could tell at a glance that she was not from a famous family.
Dong Zhong was determined to cling to high branches, and he knew all the noble girls in the Chu country who were waiting to be married, but Wu Zhui was obviously not one of them.
Therefore, he really didn't like Wu Zhui.
"Mr. Dong, these two are..."
"A common friend, a nobody."
Fan Li said lightly, interrupting Fan Yuehua's introduction.
Fan Yuehua looked at Fan Li in surprise, but a look of secret joy gradually appeared on her face. She was a person who was afraid of chaos in the world.
"oh?"
Dong Zhong was very proud when he heard this.
Luohu Cultural Fair is a great place to showcase your talent and make a splash.
Who doesn’t want to stand out among those who come here?
The person in front of me didn't even dare to give out his name. I'm afraid he was really a nobody.
"I am Dong Zhong, a native of Jiangdong. I have practiced [Haoran Qi] for many years and have reached the seventh level of the Golden elixir. I have just recently become a disciple of the famous Confucian Huang Fusong..."
Dong Zhong triumphantly glanced at Fan Li and Wu Zhui, and finally his eyes fell on Fan Yuehua's beautiful face, and he added one last sentence.
"Never married."
