Chapter 13: Who is the Old Salt Trader?

  Early in the morning, birds chirped in the garden, and the maidservants finished sweeping the courtyard, starting to prepare breakfast. As Miss Fan Ruo, daughter of the Duke of Cen Nan, had already returned to Kyoto, there was only one and a half masters left in the mansion, so things were not busy.

  After doing all the things, Da Yuerong went to wake up Fan Xian. Who knew that seeing Fan Xian's appearance scared her, thinking that the young boy had contracted a serious illness, and hurriedly prepared to invite a doctor. Who knew that after the doctor came, he said that there was nothing seriously wrong with him after checking his pulse, but he didn't know what he had eaten recently, and his fire energy was a bit heavy. He prescribed a few medicinal prescriptions for recuperation and then left after collecting the money.

  Since Fei Jie arrived at the Earl's estate, the original classical faction fan, Mr. Xi, had quietly left his post. The morning wind entered the room, and Fei Jie looked at the little boy in front of him with two black eye circles, and laughed loudly: "People say that young people are like the early sun, unaware of the troubles of the world, what's wrong with you, can't even sleep well, and even need to disturb the doctor."

  Fan Xian thought about it for a whole night, but still hadn't made up his mind whether to cultivate the true energy in his body. Although by nature he treated practicing this nameless technique as a game to pass the time, if it involved life and death, he naturally had to be more cautious.

  Having slept too little, I was already a bit dazed and confused. Listening to Mr. Fei's words "not knowing the taste of human sorrow", I subconsciously hummed: "Youth does not know the taste of sorrow, loves to climb high buildings. Loves to climb high buildings, forcing new words to express sorrow. Now that I have come to know the full flavor of sorrow, I want to speak but hesitate. Wanting to speak but hesitating, yet saying 'the sky is cool and it's a good autumn'."

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  The study suddenly fell silent, and not a sound was heard for half a day. Fan Xian rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned: "Teacher, I slept too late yesterday, don't be angry."

  Fei Jie looked at him, subconsciously reaching out to stroke his whiskers, but didn't realize he still held the goose feather pen in his hand. He poked himself under the chin and only then came back to his senses, muttering: "Just now... those few sentences... who wrote them?"

  "Poor old Xin."

  Fan Xian didn't even think about it and directly reported Xin Qiji's name. It wasn't until this moment that he realized what kind of mistake he had made.

  Looking at Fei Jie's eyes emitting green light, Fan Xian's speech became less fluent, stuttering: "Old Xin was a second-hand salt seller who came to the west of the city last month."

  "Oh, well written! A merchant can produce such writing, I don't know what to call it."

  "Xin... abandoned disease" Fan Xian sneaked a peek.

  Fei's mood had returned to normal, and he started attending classes. Apart from the introductory course on biological toxins, he also had to teach other courses, which made his teaching workload somewhat heavy.

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  After lunch, returning to the bedroom, Fan Xian finally began to face that complex problem, whether to practice or not to practice that overbearing and dangerous true energy. He held the yellow book in his hand and started to worry.

  But before that, what he should be worried about is those few words that were unintentionally practiced in the study just now.

  Ugly slave child · Book Bo Mountain Road in the wall, this is a poem written by Xin Qiji after his demotion, with a warm and melancholic tone. Fan Xian naturally knew it well, but only recited it casually, without thinking that it would bring him so much trouble. He didn't know if he had fooled Fei Jie teacher with the nonsense he made up earlier. However, judging from Fei Jie's expression at the time, he should have believed it. The original author was a merchant who sold smuggled salt.

  Fan Xian had no moral qualms about plagiarism and didn't think it was a big deal to copy others' poems. In his view, since these poems were only known to him, if he didn't make use of them, it would be a waste.

  In the first few years after coming to this world, he had enough time to think about how to survive in this world. The promising job of copying documents did not hesitate to enter his plan and firmly occupied the glorious position of the top three.

  Fan Xian was thinking to himself at this time, constantly hypnotizing himself: he is not a yeast, he is a disseminator, preserver and great sharer of the earth's cultural heritage.

  But he didn't want to copy like this, didn't want to copy at this moment. In his imagination, at least writing something should use the names of those predecessors in the original world as pen names.

  Just like today in the study, a five-year-old child, to copy, you also go copy Lu Binwang's "White Hair Floating on Green Water" , goose, goose, goose, that calls out so happily, so conforming to one's own plan W's genius style.

  But at a young age, if you casually hum out "Want to say but rest, however, the sky is cool and good autumn." This kind of words, then it's no longer a divine child, but a heavenly mountain fairy - outwardly innocent, but with 365 cracks in her heart, each crack inscribed with the four characters of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, so worn out that she's eerie.

  Fan Xian thought about these things, but according to his biological clock which had been stable over the years, he fell asleep soundly and began to meditate and practice in his dream that extremely fierce and overbearing true energy that looked so formidable and tyrannical to Fei Jie.

  From this day on, Fan Xian resigned himself to his fate. Since sleeping was a form of cultivation, then he would cultivate. If something really blew up one day, they could deal with it then.

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  When Fan Xian was taking a nap, Fei Jie teacher was in his own room continuing to write the letter that he didn't finish writing last night.

  There were a few lines of handwriting on the letter paper that had already dried up, which should have been left last night.

  "This child is more handsome than others, braver than others, smarter than others, more determined than others, and more mature than others. If all the five-year-old boys in Qingguo were to stand together, he would definitely be hiding at the back of the crowd, but he would also be the first to be discovered. Judging from this year's interactions, it is most suitable for him to inherit his master's property in the future, only unfortunately, his status is the biggest problem..."

  His writing stopped here, and last night he was writing up to this point when Fan Xian began to ask him about the true energy.

  Fei sighed, thinking of the few lines of verse that Fan Xian had recited in the study that afternoon. He calmed himself and continued writing on the letter paper: "...Wanting to say more, but it's better to stop for now. The recent years have seen a decline in classical literature, while modern literature has become popular. It's hard to believe that these words came from a five-year-old child, or even a merchant. Moreover, when the young master responded, there was a hint of panic in his eyes, which is rarely seen after a year of interaction. The biggest problem is that I've been with him every day and have no idea when Xindie met with him secretly."

  At the end of the letter, he solemnly wrote: "Let the people on Dongshan Road investigate, who is this salt merchant named Xin Qiji, and what is the reason for contacting the young master? Why did the young master panic because of these few words? This matter is very urgent, please expedite."

  Wrote down the deformed signature and hesitated with his pen.

  A few days later, the Kyoto Inspectorate began to send out secret agents to search for a salt merchant named Xin. As a result, many private salt smugglers were caught and several high-ranking officials in Qingguo's eastern region were implicated, with remarkable results. However, the merchant surnamed Xin was never found. According to rumors in Kyoto, the Director of the Inspectorate, Chen, was so enraged by this case that he deducted three months' worth of pay from the entire agency, and the secret agents searched everywhere, their eyes gleaming with ferocity.

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  Heaven bless this poor man... also known as Xin Qiji.

  Everyone please enjoy reading and focus on voting, don't post again about those things. Chuan Yue Yin Shi has always been known as a big poison, but I like to read it the most, this interest started from Xun Qin Ji and has remained consistent, loyal and not two-faced, smiling and wet with one poem: Undoubtedly, Fan Xian's poetry is the best in the world