6: Fan Jian! Ruoruo doesn't have to go to Danzhou anymore!

Chapter 6: Fan Jian! Ruo Ruo doesn't have to go to Danzhou anymore!

Poetry and songs require cultural accumulation.

This accumulation requires a long period of social stability and prosperity.

Southern Qing rose in the southern borders only a little over a decade ago.

Northern Qi, formerly Northern Wei, dominated the north for nearly a thousand years.

The cultural heritage of the North far surpasses that of Southern Qing.

Many Southern Qing scholars, in order to gain fame, were even willing to participate in the Northern Qi imperial examinations.

Achieving a good rank in the Northern Qi imperial examinations guaranteed an important position upon returning to Southern Qing.

Southern Qing's cultural inferiority had already permeated its very core.

When Fan Jian heard Li Zhi, Prince Jing's words, he immediately felt despair.

"Your Highness, you might as well grant me death!"

"Even if you grant me death, I still can't write three good poems!"

Li Zhi, Prince Jing said, "You must also attend tomorrow night's banquet!"

"No matter what, you must contribute to these three poems!"

...Liu Shuyan, bringing Li Chang'an, entered the main gate of the Fan Family.

As soon as they entered, they heard a servant reporting to Liu Ruyu.

"Madam, the Master went into the palace this morning and has not yet returned."

Liu Ruyu, with an apologetic expression, said to Liu Shuyan.

"Auntie, this is truly impolite."

Liu Shuyan said, "It is we who arrived abruptly; there's nothing impolite about it."

The Fan Family was already a prominent Family, and Fan Jian was currently at his Peak.

The Fan Manor was like a large garden, occupying a significant area.

After strolling around the Fan Manor for a while, Li Chang'an saw Fan Ruoruo.

The little girl, dressed in a red jacket, was exquisitely pretty and very adorable.

She was by a pond, watching the large geese in it.

Upon closer inspection, Fan Ruoruo looked a bit sallow and thin.

Logically, children of a prominent Family shouldn't lack nutrition.

Liu Ruyu shouted from afar, "Ruo Ruo, your Uncle Chang'an is here to see you."

Strictly speaking, this address was not accurate; she should have been called 'Maternal Uncle'.

However, the kinship between the two sides was too distant, so there was no need to be so particular.

"Chang...an, Uncle."

Fan Ruoruo, with a smile, looked at Li Chang'an with her bright, clear eyes, unable to look away for a long time.

Five-year-old Li Chang'an, dressed in brocade, appeared elegant and handsome.

A child so young, not yet knowing how to conceal his feelings, naturally stared in amazement.

From Fan Ruoruo's emotional value, it could be seen that she had a very good impression of Li Chang'an.

Name: Fan Ruoruo

Age: 1 year old

Realm: None

Talents: Strong Memory (Fifth Grade), Medical Skills (Seventh Grade), Firearms (Eighth Grade)

Abilities: None

Affection: 50

Li Chang'an had seen over a hundred eunuchs and palace maids in the Imperial Palace, but none had particularly good Aptitude.

He had also seen many various and unusual talents.

This was the first time Li Chang'an had seen a Strong Memory talent.

Talent meant an extraordinary standard.

For example, everyone socializes.

But those with talent in this area are displayed as 'Socializing Talent'.

People with high Socializing value are the 'social butterflies' who are naturally familiar with others; Liu Ruyu was one such person.

Fan Ruoruo's Strong Memory talent was an extraordinary memory.

The highest level of Strong Memory talent was Li Chang'an's Photographic Memory.

With this talent, Fan Ruoruo would achieve twice the results with half the effort in whatever she learned in the future.

Fan Ruoruo had a talent for Firearms, meaning her hands were exceptionally steady.

In fact, Fan Ruoruo's beauty and abilities were set up like a female protagonist's.

However, she was the protagonist's younger sister, so the female protagonist could only be someone else.

Fan Ruoruo extended her soft, pink little hand, "Uncle, hold..."

Li Chang'an naturally took the little girl's hand; what bad intentions could a child have?

Liu Ruyu was quite surprised by Fan Ruoruo's initiative.

"Ruo Ruo is truly much livelier today."

Li Chang'an asked, "Sister Ruyu, what did Ruo Ruo grab during her first birthday ritual?"

Liu Ruyu said with a hint of pride, "Ruo Ruo grabbed Grandmaster Zhuang Mo Han's poetry collection!"

Li Chang'an said curiously, "Oh? She didn't grab rouge and powder?"

The young Li Chang'an's face was serious, showing no hint of a joke.

Liu Ruyu couldn't help but laugh, "No, she didn't!"

Just then, Fan Jian and Li Zhi, Prince Jing walked over, their faces filled with worry.

Behind them followed several scholars, all deep in thought.

Compared to Northern Qi in poetry, it was not easy for any Southern Qing person.

After the two greeted Liu Shuyan, they originally intended to hurry to the study.

After all, writing poetry required time.

However, Fan Jian turned his head and saw Li Chang'an holding Fan Ruoruo's hand and teasing the geese.

A father's instinct made him feel a sense of crisis.

He walked over with a laugh, "This humble official Fan Jian greets Third Your Highness."

Name: Fan Jian

Age: 28 years old

Realm: Eighth Grade Peak

Talents: Politics (Seventh Grade), Poetry (Fourth Grade)

Abilities: Politics (Eighth Grade), Poetry (Third Grade), Calligraphy (Third Grade)

Affection: 30

At this time, Fan Jian was still full of charm.

Fan Jian did not have a talent for schemes, but his political talent and ability were not weak.

That he could help Emperor Qing train the Tiger Guards already showed that he was a hidden master.

Moreover, those who followed Ye Qingmei were generally highly skilled in martial arts.

Emperor Qing was a Great Grandmaster, Chen Pingping was Ninth Grade, and Fan Jian and Li Zhi, Prince Jing were both Eighth Grade Peak.

Li Chang'an said, "Lord Fan, no need for such formalities."

Fan Jian then extended his hand to Fan Ruoruo, "Ruo Ruo, let Daddy hug you."

Fan Ruoruo shook her head firmly, her little mouth pouting.

"No, Daddy is dark...Uncle is fair!"

"I want Uncle to hold my hand!"

Li Chang'an tightened his grip on Fan Ruoruo's hand.

A black line almost appeared on Fan Jian's face.

His daughter, whom he kissed and hugged every day, actually rejected him!

Being rejected by his daughter was more heartbreaking than being scolded by Emperor Qing.

Li Chang'an asked, "Lord Fan, I heard you want to send Ruo Ruo to Danzhou?"

Fan Jian replied, "That is correct. Ruo Ruo is frail, and my mother misses her."

Li Chang'an said in an old-fashioned tone, "When children are young, it's best not to separate them from their parents."

"No matter what, parents are always a child's best teachers."

Fan Jian's first wife passed away shortly after giving birth to Fan Ruoruo.

Fan Jian was busy with affairs, and the child was also cared for by maids.

Liu Ruyu had just married into the Family, and the Old Madam was worried that Young Miss Liu might not care for the child well.

Although Li Chang'an's statement was somewhat novel, Fan Jian understood the underlying Dao.

However, when he saw Fan Ruoruo tightly holding Li Chang'an's hand, his brow furrowed.

This boy, Li Chang'an, not wanting Ruo Ruo to leave the capital, wouldn't have any ulterior motives, would he?

This young prince had the potential to be a philanderer!

Ruo Ruo was only one year old!

Fan Jian turned his head and saw Li Zhi, Prince Jing winking at Li Chang'an.

Fan Jian got angry as soon as he saw Li Zhi, Prince Jing, and immediately turned to Li Chang'an and said.

"Little Your Highness, you don't want Ruo Ruo to leave the capital?"

Then, a cunning look appeared in the depths of Fan Jian's eyes.

"How about this, if you write a poem for Ruo Ruo, I won't let her leave the capital!"

Li Zhi, Prince Jing walked over with a laugh, "I say, Fan Jian, you're being too difficult!"

"You write a poem right now and let me see!"

Fan Jian grinned, "Heh! I can't do it!"

Li Zhi, Prince Jing pointed at Fan Jian's nose and said, "You can't do it, and my third brother is only five years old, how can he write a poem!"

Fan Jian insisted, "It's not that easy to keep my daughter!"

Then, he reached out and patted Fan Ruoruo's head.

"Isn't that right, Ruo Ruo?"

Fan Ruoruo ignored Fan Jian and instead pointed at the large white goose in the pond.

"Goose, goose!"

Li Chang'an patted Fan Jian's shoulder, a confident smile on his face.

"Lord Fan, look, Ruo Ruo is already giving me a hint."

"She doesn't want to leave the capital either!"

Fan Jian couldn't help but laugh, "Ruo Ruo hinted at you?"

"What can a one-year-old child hint at?"

"Hint at you to write a poem?"