Chapter 7: Rewards of Journey to the West, Su Shi’s Poetry, and the Servant Jian Jiu Huang!
Outside the Miaoyin Pavilion, Li Chengyuan had just boarded the carriage with Sang Wen.
Suddenly, he heard the system’s notification sound.
It wasn’t surprising to Li Chengyuan that the system had a reward for him. His intention in having Sang Wen follow him was to trigger the system’s reward.
But he hadn’t expected the reward to be this good!
The skill of the “Slender Gold” calligraphy by Emperor Huizong of the Song dynasty was impressive enough. Though the Shoujinti script didn’t hold the highest rank in the calligraphy world, it was still an imperial style that founded its school.
Moreover, Shoujinti was extrely elegant and pleasing to the eye. Li Chengyuan had liked it in his previous life, and in this one, he had also practiced Shoujinti. But previously, his skills were not proficient enough. Now, with the system directly upgrading his calligraphy to the level of Emperor Huizong, he had stepped into the level of a grandmaster.
It wasn’t far-fetched to say that if Li Chengyuan could popularize Shoujinti in this world, he could beco a legendary calligraphy master, rembered throughout history!
That reward was already explosive!
Who would have thought there’d be even more—like the full text of Journey to the West and all of Su Shi’s poetry?
What was even more important was that to prevent him from exposing his transmigrator identity, the system erased these works from Fan Xian’s mory as well!
This ant that although Fan Xian rembered he was a transmigrator, he no longer retained any mory of Shoujinti, Journey to the West, or Su Shi’s poetry! He wouldn’t even recall any myths related to Journey to the West.
With that, all these works would be considered Li Chengyuan’s original creations!
This was aweso!
In the past, Li Chengyuan had refrained from writing poetry because he feared Fan Xian would discover him once he arrived in the capital.
Though both were transmigrators, Li Chengyuan didn’t want Fan Xian to uncover his identity. Forget everything else—just the idea of two transmigrators copying works from their past lives while knowing about each other seed incredibly awkward.
Though strictly speaking, Fan Xian wasn’t a transmigrator but rather an experintal subject, the difference was negligible.
Thus, Li Chengyuan had always kept a low profile.
But now, with the system resolving his worries, this was amazing!
Who wouldn’t want to be a “literary copycat” if they had the chance to relive life?
Li Chengyuan had long been itching to do it.
Unlike Fan Xian, who had principles and needed to claim it was a dream-world talent, Li Chengyuan was shaless!
As long as no one knew, then these works were his original creations. He was the author! End of story!
With this thought, Li Chengyuan couldn’t help but smile. He raised his head to look at Sang Wen, and his gaze softened even more.
This girl truly is my lucky star!
Just as Li Chengyuan was about to chat with Sang Wen, the system notification sounded once again.
“Ding! Congratulations to the host for intercepting Fan Sizhe’s dream of opening the first and most elegant entertainnt venue in the capital. Reward: a loyal servant—Huang Zhentu!”
“Huang Zhentu: A character from the Sword Snow Stride world, also known as Jian Jiu Huang. A grandmaster-level fighter, forrly a blacksmith, he is greedy for food, drink, and lust but is also simple, loyal, and honest. Due to the host saving his life, he is determined to serve the host faithfully.”
Goodness!
Li Chengyuan couldn’t help but exclaim internally.
He had rely co to the Miaoyin Pavilion, and the surprises just kept coming!
First, there were literary works. Then, the system granted him a grandmaster-level servant—and not just any servant but Jian Jiu Huang, a character he particularly liked!
However, the completion of this interception mission was quite unexpected. Who would have thought that by owning the Miaoyin Pavilion, Li Chengyuan would inadvertently intercept Fan Sizhe’s dream?
In that case, will there still be a Baoyue Tower later?
Of course, that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Lao Huang (Jian Jiu Huang) was a grandmaster! If Lao Huang fought with all his strength, his combat ability could even surpass that of a typical grandmaster.
After all, in the plot of Sword Snow Stride, Lao Huang had forced Wang Xianzhi to fight with everything he had.
This ant Lao Huang’s combat power might surpass even that of Emperor Qing! At the very least, Lao Huang wouldn’t lose to him.
If he added Wuzhu (another powerful character), wouldn’t that an they could bring down Emperor Qing ahead of ti?
At this thought, Li Chengyuan was indeed a little tempted.
But soon, he cald down.
This plan wouldn’t work.
Even if Lao Huang’s combat prowess was overwhelming and everything seed sure, Li Chengyuan couldn’t recklessly act. Now wasn’t the right ti for Emperor Qing to die.
Neither he nor Fan Xian had seized power yet. If Emperor Qing were to die now, the one who would benefit would be the Crown Prince.
Even if Li Chengyuan were to seize the throne by force, the resulting turmoil could be imnse, possibly leading to chaos in the empire—especially with Northern Qi looming as a threat in the north!
So, patience was necessary. He had to bide his ti.
At least until he and Fan Xian were sure they could control the situation. Then it wouldn’t be too late to take action.
More importantly, his system was an interception system. If he wanted more rewards, the storyline couldn’t veer off course too much. If certain events didn’t happen, how could he intercept them?
Thus, even with Lao Huang’s help, his short-term plans couldn’t be hastily altered.
He needed to develop cautiously for a while!
No recklessness!
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After waiting for a while longer, realizing the system wasn’t giving any more rewards, Li Chengyuan quietly closed the system interface.
When he looked up again, he saw the lovely and delicate Sang Wen gazing at him nervously.
Li Chengyuan looked at the girl holding the pipa, whose face seed to have frozen in a smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle, “Are you… nervous?”
Sang Wen stiffly nodded and replied honestly, “Yes, Your Highness, a little.”
Li Chengyuan, in a gentle tone, reassured her, “Don’t be nervous. I don’t bite. Hmm, though I trust Gong Yu, I still want to ask you out of respect—are you truly willing to follow ? Don’t worry, if you’d rather go back, I won’t force you. I’ll even give you a good excuse, ensuring that Gong Yu won’t hold it against you. She’ll still nurture you well.”
“No need, no need!” Sang Wen quickly responded. “Your Highness, I’m not being forced. I’m truly willing!”
After speaking, Sang Wen glanced shyly at Li Chengyuan and lowered her head, saying softly, “Your Highness, for soone like , being able to follow you is a blessing I couldn’t even dream of.”
Hearing this, Li Chengyuan understood. Without asking further, he smiled.
He wasn’t like Fan Xian, who was overly concerned with principles. He simply didn’t want to do sothing against his conscience. But this was a mutually agreeable situation, and there was no reason for him to refuse!
“By the way!” Li Chengyuan suddenly rembered sothing. He looked up at Sang Wen and asked, “Sang Wen, can you write?”
“Huh?”
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“What did you say? Li Chengyuan brought a girl back from the Miaoyin Pavilion?”
In the palace, Emperor Qing looked at Eunuch Hou, utterly astonished.
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