Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Li Dexian looked at the young man and asked, "Did you invent this car?" The young man replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, no. I was responsible for driving it. Because no one wanted to drive it, Beilang University specially asked me to test drive it."

"It doesn't matter. You will drive me back to the palace today!" Li Dexian said proudly. The young man was so excited that he almost cried, and he quickly ran to the self-driving car to drive. Everyone waited for more than ten minutes, watching the young man put firewood into the stove and prepare the car. Finally, everything was ready, and Li Dexian sat in the front seat of the car with great interest to observe the operation of the young driver. Lin Xiaofeng and King Hanjiang sat in the back seat.

As the firewood burned and the hot water boiled, the whole car began to tremble, as if it would fall apart at any time. This feeling made Lin Xiaofeng feel a little scared, and he held the car door tightly to keep stable. The self-propelled car slowly moved and gradually accelerated towards the street. King Hanjiang was completely panicked at this moment. He grabbed Lin Xiaofeng's hand and held it tightly as if this would give him a sense of security. Lin Xiaofeng also grabbed the car door and trembled, fearing that this broken car would suddenly fall apart and throw them out.

The vehicle attracted the attention of many passers-by as it drove along the street. The children chased the broken car crazily and cheered. There were still passers-by watching them all the way to the middle of the outer city. However, the guards blocked them outside so that these people had no chance to get close.

As the road progressed, many shops with glass windows and tall, shining skyscrapers began to appear on the street. These buildings reflected the sunlight wantonly, making people dazzled. King Hanjiang raised his head and looked at the tall buildings in horror. At this moment, the pride in his heart was completely shattered. It was not just the gap in weapons, but the whole world had changed dramatically! He was facing a strange and powerful new world!
Finally, after a long ordeal, the self-driving car slowly drove into the gate of the palace, and Lin Xiaofeng and others breathed a sigh of relief. They got off the shaky self-driving car, feeling like they had walked through hell. Li Dexian was still discussing the performance and improvement plan of the car with the driver with great interest, as if he was not affected by the thrilling experience just now. The King of Han River stood silently aside, two lines of tears slid down his cheeks, and he murmured to himself: "I lost." At this moment, all his pride and persistence were shattered, leaving only endless loss and grief.

Lin Xiaofeng looked at the lost figure of King Hanjiang, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew that the world was undergoing earth-shaking changes, and each of them needed to work hard to adapt to this new world in order to survive. He patted King Hanjiang on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's not shameful to lose to me. What's important is that we have to face the challenges brought by this new world together."

Outside the palace gate, everyone stood up, holding their aching hips, and watched the dilapidated carriage go farther and farther away. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the carriage, coating it with a layer of gold, as if the carriage also carried some unspeakable glory.

At this time, the eunuch at the door came up quickly with a face full of respect and humility: "Your Majesty, I welcome you back to the palace. Please get into the sedan chair." His voice was shrill and flattering, as if he was afraid that Li Dexian would be dissatisfied.

Li Dexian waved his hand casually, with a look of fatigue and majesty on his face, and prepared to step into the sedan chair. However, at this moment, the eunuch added cautiously: "The emperor has ordered the Marquis of Jianye and the Prince of Hanjiang to go to Yangqu County immediately."

Li Dexian turned around suddenly, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Yangqu County? My father is not in the palace, why did he go to Yangqu County? Also, I just came back, what does it mean to ask them two to go alone?" There was some dissatisfaction and confusion in his tone.

The eunuch smiled awkwardly and explained, "The Emperor has lived in Yangqu County for more than two months, and I just received the imperial edict not long ago. The Emperor said that Your Majesty should enter the palace as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation, and there should be no delay." He paused and added, "He also specifically instructed that he should meet with the Marquis of Jianye and the Prince of Hanjiang alone."

Li Dexian looked at Lin Xiaofeng beside him, only to see Lin Xiaofeng nod slightly and say calmly: "Your Majesty, family and national affairs are important, and the rest are trivial matters. You go and do your work first, I will be back as soon as possible." His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could give people endless comfort.

Li Dexian sighed and said helplessly: "Oh... okay. I really don't know what my father is thinking. He didn't even call me when I went home! You should go and come back soon. I can't handle it alone." As he said that, he turned around, got on the sedan chair, and disappeared around the corner of the palace gate.

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After a long journey, Lin Xiaofeng and Prince Hanjiang finally returned to Yangqu County. Outside the Jingjiang Emperor's palace, Prince Hanjiang's breathing quickened slightly, and his eyes revealed a complex emotion. Seeing an old friend again, this is his peer, his brother, and even his former enemy. As a complete loser, his feelings at this moment are hard to describe.

"Let's go." Lin Xiaofeng walked into the palace first, his voice calm and firm. After turning a few corners, they arrived outside the study of Emperor Jingjiang. In addition to the guards at the door, there was another person lying there - Wang Jingwen.

Wang Jingwen was lying on a rocking chair at the door, covered with a thin blanket, and sleeping. Compared with more than a year ago, he had gained a lot of weight and looked old and fat. Lin Xiaofeng came forward and gently pushed him. Wang Jingwen opened his hazy eyes, and when he saw Lin Xiaofeng, he burst into a surprised cry: "My dear brother is back!"

He tried to stand up to greet her, but failed after two attempts. The rocking chair kept shaking because of his movements, which looked a little funny. Wang Jingwen struggled hard and said, "Brother, help me."

Lin Xiaofeng smiled, shook his head and said, "Lie down, Brother Wang. I'll go knock on the door." Then he walked to the study door and knocked gently.

"Father, it's me, Lin Xiaofeng." His voice echoed in the empty courtyard.

The voice of Emperor Jingjiang came from inside the house: "Xiaofeng is back... Let the sixth brother come to see me, you wait a moment." Although his voice was a little old, it was still majestic.

Lin Xiaofeng gave King Hanjiang a look and then pushed the door open to make way. King Hanjiang took a deep breath and walked in. Wang Jingwen became anxious when he saw King Hanjiang disappear behind the door: "Brother! It's not safe for His Majesty to be alone in there! That traitor is very hateful!" He struggled to stand up but was powerless.

Lin Xiaofeng looked back at him and smiled, "Don't worry, Brother Wang, nothing will happen." His voice revealed great confidence and calmness, as if everything was under his control.

The two brothers looked at each other in the room and the atmosphere was a little solemn. Emperor Jingjiang spoke first: "Sixth brother, you are old." There was a bit of emotion and helplessness in his voice.

Prince Hanjiang looked at his brother in front of him, took a deep breath and said, "My royal brother is old too." There was a bit of complex emotion in his voice, including nostalgia for the past and confusion and uneasiness about the future, but more of it was an attitude of relief and acceptance of reality, as if at this moment he had let go of all his obsessions and resentments and only hoped to get his brother's understanding and forgiveness. The two brothers looked at each other in silence for a long time and then laughed, as if all the grievances and hatreds had disappeared at this moment, leaving only the blood ties and endless memories. The room was filled with a warm and touching atmosphere that moved people.

"How does it feel to be the emperor?" Emperor Jingjiang asked slowly, breaking the brief silence. He sat at the desk, his eyes deep, as if he could see through the heart of Prince Hanjiang.

The King of Hanjiang closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, as if he was reminiscing about the days when he was the emperor. A trace of bitterness flashed across his face, but it was accompanied by an indescribable complex emotion.

“Why is it so… Father was very harsh on you back then, but you shouldn’t bear that in your life.” Emperor Jingjiang sighed, his voice filled with deep helplessness and regret. “I let you stay in Kyoto, and I gave you everything you wanted, but you insisted on making yourself king and even sent someone to assassinate me.”

Prince Hanjiang opened his eyes with tears in his eyes. His voice was filled with endless vicissitudes and regret: "Brother, am I wrong? Father insulted me and punished me just because I like tricks. But look at this world, will anyone still say such things? I built my own fiefdom, but you took it away. I just wanted to prove myself and take back what belongs to me... Where did I go wrong?"

Emperor Jingjiang was speechless. He knew the responsibility and helplessness of being an emperor. He consolidated his throne and took back the territories of the vassal kings. From the perspective of an emperor, he never felt that he was wrong, even though his methods were a bit despicable. However, facing the questioning of King Hanjiang at this moment, he could not give a clear answer.

"If my royal brother called me here just to humiliate me, there is no need to do so." King Hanjiang continued, "I am ready to die." His voice was firm and resolute, as if expressing his determination.

Emperor Jingjiang took a deep breath and said slowly: "If I were in power, you would definitely die." His voice was cold and cruel, as if he was stating an indisputable fact, "But after I learned about the war situation in the west, I didn't want you to die."

Prince Hanjiang was stunned. He looked up at Emperor Jingjiang, with a hint of doubt and expectation in his eyes. Emperor Jingjiang continued, "Dexian is a good emperor. He will surpass me. He will definitely surpass me! He is facing the real world. I want the world to know that he can mobilize troops to conquer the rebels and forgive everything they have done."

"I want you to be alive." The voice of Emperor Jingjiang suddenly became soft, "I also want everyone in the world to know that you are alive. From tomorrow on, go back to your palace and do the servants and chores. I will send them to you and you are not allowed to leave Kyoto at all."

Upon hearing this, Prince Hanjiang laughed dejectedly: "You still want me to be your chess piece?" There was a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his laughter, as if he had seen through Emperor Jingjiang's intentions.

"I only do this for my son." Emperor Jingjiang said lightly, "I don't care about anything about you. Kyoto is wonderful, go and live your own life. Just consider it as my making up for your father..." His voice gradually became low, as if he was recalling the past.

Outside the door, the sun shines through the green leaves and sprinkles on the ground. The breeze blows, bringing bursts of fresh grass fragrance. Lin Xiaofeng and Wang Jingwen stand side by side, and their figures cast long shadows in the sun.

Wang Jingwen, a burly man with a rough face, was talking to Lin Xiaofeng with some admiration.

"My dear brother, your memorial is absolutely amazing! I, Wang Jingwen, have not admired many people in my life, but you are definitely number one. I think His Majesty is living on your memorial." Wang Jingwen's words were full of admiration.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled slightly, but he seemed to be worried: "Brother Jingwen, you are too kind. Let's not talk about this. I would like to ask, the Crown Prince is the regent, why is the Emperor not watching in the palace, why did he come to Yangqu County?"

Wang Jingwen suddenly sighed, a trace of worry flashing across his brows: "Your Majesty...he is ill, so he moved here."

"What disease?" Lin Xiaofeng asked nervously, frowning.

"It's not a serious illness." Wang Jingwen smacked his lips and said helplessly, "It's just that I keep forgetting things and always feel sleepy. My physical strength is not as good as before... I made a few embarrassing mistakes. I went to see the imperial physician several times but he couldn't find out what was wrong with me. He just prescribed some tranquilizing soup, but it didn't work. Your Majesty felt that if he stayed in the palace any longer, he might make another embarrassing mistake, so he moved here."

"Alzheimer's?" Lin Xiaofeng was shocked. This thought hit him like a bolt from the blue. He clearly remembered that when he left, Emperor Jingjiang was so healthy and heroic. How could such a thing happen in just over a year?

If it was really this disease... he knew that with the current level of medical technology, this disease could not be cured at all.

"Brother, don't worry, it's no big deal! This is what happens when people get old." Wang Jingwen tried to comfort him, but Lin Xiaofeng's brows were still furrowed.

At this time, the door of the study slowly opened, and King Hanjiang walked out. He looked a little tired, but pointed to the door and motioned Lin Xiaofeng to go in.

Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly ordered the guard at the door to keep an eye on Prince Hanjiang, and he went straight into the study.

As soon as he entered the study, he was greeted by the familiar smile of Emperor Jingjiang. But at this moment, Lin Xiaofeng could not respond to his smile as easily as usual.

"Please sit down." Emperor Jingjiang said kindly.

After Lin Xiaofeng sat down, his eyes unconsciously fell on the teacup and teapot on the table. He quickly stood up and poured a cup of tea for Emperor Jingjiang, but his eyes could not move away from Emperor Jingjiang's hands.

Those hands, the hands that once held the sword to kill the enemy and commanded the country, were now trembling slightly as they held the teacup. Lin Xiaofeng suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart. The hero was old, and he could not resist the sharp knife of time after all.

After Emperor Jingjiang finished his tea, he said, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Xiaofeng. I have read all the letters of greeting you have sent..."

"That doesn't count as father. I live on filial piety!" Lin Xiaofeng said, trying to suppress the sadness in his heart.

Emperor Jingjiang laughed and waved his hands, saying, "I want to ask you how you wrote this memorial? It's not just a repetition, but also coincides with a festival and adds two wonderful lines of poetry."

"I once had a dream that Wenquxing came down to earth," Emperor Jingjiang continued, "I saw that you didn't study much, but your literary talent is so brilliant. It seems that you may have been Wenquxing in your previous life."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile: "It seems that my secret has been discovered by my father."

"Oh? I said you are the God of Literature and Arts, why are you so immodest?" Emperor Jingjiang asked with interest.

"Who said I'm not?" Lin Xiaofeng asked back, which immediately stunned Emperor Jingjiang.

Seeing the surprised expression of Emperor Jingjiang, Lin Xiaofeng continued, "You are kidding, father. I am not some literary star descended to earth. I just have more life experiences. When I have time, I will tell you about these experiences and it will definitely open your eyes."

"By the way, father, why don't you ask about the situation on the western battlefield?" Lin Xiaofeng changed the subject and turned the topic to the battlefield.

"Yes... The report on the battlefield is too rough. Please tell me in detail." Emperor Jingjiang was obviously very concerned about the situation on the battlefield.

Then Lin Xiaofeng began to describe the situation on the battlefield in detail. His description was vivid and vivid, as if he had brought Emperor Jingjiang to the battlefield filled with smoke. As he described, Emperor Jingjiang's face showed complex expressions of surprise, tension, and regret from time to time.

After returning from the victory in Jingjiang, the prosperous streets of the capital were filled with a warm atmosphere of celebration. Colorful flags fluttered, gongs and drums roared, and the people spontaneously organized celebration teams. Cheers and laughter rose and fell, as if the whole city was immersed in the joy of victory.

However, in this lively celebration, there was one person who seemed out of place. That person was Lin Xiaofeng. He was standing quietly in the corner of the backyard of the county government office, with deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something important. His figure formed a sharp contrast with the festive atmosphere around him, as if he was a lonely bystander.

Lin Xiaofeng asked for leave from the court and chose to stay temporarily in Yangqu County. He had two important things in mind: one was to observe the health of Emperor Jingjiang, and the other was to heal the psychological trauma he suffered on the battlefield. In those days, the scenes of corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers on the battlefield often reappeared in his dreams, leaving him with lingering fears. Although he could ignore these fears when he was nervous, when he returned home and relaxed physically and mentally, those bloody scenes would occupy his mind again, making him feel nauseous.

Days passed, and Lin Xiaofeng's vacation was postponed again and again. Although the court urged him to return to Beijing many times, he always shirked it with various reasons. Li Dexian was very busy in the court, and after several letters urging him to return to Beijing to no avail, he had to give up. Over the past month, Lin Xiaofeng found through observation that Emperor Jingjiang seemed to be really sick. His amnesia was getting worse and worse, and he forgot many things in a blink of an eye, which made Lin Xiaofeng deeply worried.

However, during this dull period, there was one thing that made Lin Xiaofeng happy. That was that his good friend Li Zhi's research in Yangqu County finally achieved significant results. He wrote a book called "On the Boundary of Rights between the Group and the Self". For Lin Xiaofeng, this book was like a bright light in the darkness, allowing him to see new hope and direction. Li Zhi's talent and thoughts shocked Lin Xiaofeng. He even admitted in his heart that Li Zhi, as a scholar born in the feudal imperial era, had more avant-garde and profound thoughts than him, a modern person. That night, Lin Xiaofeng sat alone in the study, holding Li Zhi's "On the Boundary of Rights between the Group and the Self" in his hands, reading it attentively. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a familiar and angry voice came into his ears. Lin Xiaofeng looked up and saw Li Dexian rushing in with an angry face.

"Lao Lin, what do you mean? Do you have to wait for me to come and take you back personally?" Li Dexian asked loudly.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled helplessly, put down the book in his hand, and stood up to greet the uninvited guest. He knew that this vacation might be over. However, he still had too many concerns and worries in his heart, and he didn't know how to talk to Li Dexian.

The two walked out of the backyard of the county government office one after the other and came to the deserted street. The moon was high in the sky, and the stars were twinkling. Yangqu County looked particularly peaceful and beautiful at night. The two walked side by side on the street, and Li Dexian finally couldn't help but asked, "Can you tell me now? Why don't you come back to Beijing?"

Lin Xiaofeng took a deep breath and slowly expressed his worries: "My father is ill. He has amnesia. Although his body is fine for now, his memory is gradually declining."

Li Dexian was shocked when he heard this: "Such a big thing, why didn't you tell me before? And the emperor never mentioned this in his letters to me!"

Lin Xiaofeng sighed: "This disease cannot be cured at present, and he can only rest. I don't know how fast his condition will progress, so I want to stay by his side at all times."

Li Dexian stopped walking. His facial expression was hard to read in the dark, but Lin Xiaofeng could feel his trembling and anger: "Then go find a clinic in Yangqu for treatment!"

"It's incurable, Li Dexian." Lin Xiaofeng's voice was filled with helplessness and heaviness. "I can only do my best to take care of him and make him live more comfortably in his last days."

Li Dexian was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "So are you planning to never return to Beijing?" There was a hint of trembling and uneasiness in his voice.

Lin Xiaofeng turned to look at him, his eyes full of firmness and determination: "My father doesn't want to return to the palace, and I can't force him. I want to take care of him personally until he..." Lin Xiaofeng didn't say anything else, but his meaning was very clear.

Li Dexian held Lin Xiaofeng's hand tightly, his voice choking with sobs: "Old Lin, I can't live without you. Over the years, you and I have always supported each other. Without you by my side, I am as helpless as a blind man without a cane."

Lin Xiaofeng gently patted the back of Li Dexian's hand and comforted him: "You have grown into a king who can stand on his own, Li Dexian. I believe you can lead Dajing to a more prosperous future."

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time in the night. Finally, Li Dexian took a deep breath and loosened his clenched hands: "I understand, Lao Lin. Go ahead and fulfill your filial duty. I will wait for the day you come back." Then he turned and left.

Lin Xiaofeng watched Li Dexian's back gradually disappearing into the night, and his heart was filled with gratitude and respect. He knew that his choice was right, and he believed that Li Dexian could understand and support him.

In the following days, Lin Xiaofeng took care of Emperor Jingjiang's daily life wholeheartedly. He stayed by Emperor Jingjiang's side, listening to his stories and experiences from the past and sharing his own experiences and feelings. Although Emperor Jingjiang's memory gradually declined, he could still feel Lin Xiaofeng's care and company, which made him feel warm and comforted.

During this period, Lin Xiaofeng also deeply reflected on his inner thoughts and pursuits. He realized that the power and wealth he once pursued were not what he really wanted. What he longed for was to make more contributions to society and the people, making his life more meaningful and valuable. This change made Lin Xiaofeng more determined in his beliefs and pursuits, and he began to plan his future path and direction.

Yangqu County Government Office is located in a group of ancient buildings. At six o'clock in the morning, a ray of morning glow appeared in the sky, covering the ancient government office with a layer of golden brilliance. The weather was exceptionally clear, and the air was filled with a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

The exhibition halls of the county government were crowded with people. Tourists stopped to watch and exclaimed from time to time. They either took photos or carefully read the text descriptions next to the exhibits, wanting to learn more about this legendary figure in history - Lin Xiaofeng.

At the gate, a slim and beautiful female host was standing in front of the camera, freely introducing the history of Yangqu County Government and Lin Xiaofeng's life. She was wearing a well-fitting cheongsam, elegant and generous, with a sweet and infectious voice.

"Hello, dear audience friends! We are now at the entrance of the former Yangqu County government office." The female host smiled and pointed to the plaque on the door. "You can see that there is a plaque with the words 'Teacher of All Ages' hanging here, which is a high praise for Mr. Lin Xiaofeng's contribution. And below is a bust of Lin Xiaofeng when he was young. His eyes are bright, as if he can see through everything in the world."

As the hostess introduced the bust, the tourists' eyes turned to the bust. Lin Xiaofeng in the painting had a delicate face and sharp eyes, revealing an extraordinary temperament.

"Lin Xiaofeng, also known by his pen name "Unknown", and his nickname "Clean and Integrity". The female host began to read out Lin Xiaofeng's introduction. "He used the pen names of many literary masters, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, Meng Haoran, and Cao Xueqin. This shows that he is talented and capable of doing anything. He is a famous artist, writer, chemist, mathematician, physicist, politician, lyricist, and composer in our country... His achievements are as numerous as the shining stars."

The surrounding tourists applauded, but there were also discordant voices coming from the crowd.

"We all know all this, what's there to introduce!" said a tourist disdainfully.

"That's right, everyone in the world knows that!" another tourist echoed.

The hostess was very talented. Facing these doubts, she kept smiling and continued to talk: "Of course, Lin Xiaofeng's achievements are not limited to these areas. He is also a singer, dancer, performer, conductor... and a gourmet. His taste in life is as profound as his artistic attainments."

"Calligrapher? Are you kidding me?" a tourist suddenly shouted, "Lin Xiaofeng's calligraphy is notoriously ugly! Isn't that performance art? You can't just make up stories just because he's famous!"

This statement immediately caused an uproar. Some tourists agreed that Lin Xiaofeng's calligraphy was indeed unbearable to look at, while others disagreed, believing that Lin Xiaofeng's calligraphy was unique and had extremely high artistic value.

"Lin Xiaofeng is also praised by all walks of life as the founder of modern society, the founder of the fashion clothing industry, the pioneer of film art..." The female host continued to introduce Lin Xiaofeng's many honors and titles. But it was obvious that the tourists were a little impatient. They began to argue whether these titles were well-deserved, and the scene was a little out of control. Especially when the female host read out the "inventor of public areas", it caused a burst of laughter and doubts. A tourist joked: "There is no room! Yangqu County can't accommodate so many people!" to express the irony of Lin Xiaofeng's many titles. However, these arguments did not affect the mood of the female host. She still maintained her professionalism and continued to introduce with a smile.

Finally, after reading the introduction that lasted more than ten minutes, the hostess breathed a sigh of relief. The tourists around also laughed with relief. They may have known about Lin Xiaofeng's achievements, but such a detailed introduction still opened their eyes. At the same time, they had to admire the extraordinary talent and wide range of interests of this legendary figure.

"Okay, please follow me into the exhibition hall and visit with me," the female host invited enthusiastically. The crew followed her footsteps and began to shoot, while the tourists entered the exhibition hall in an orderly manner under the guidance of the security guards.

There are many exhibits related to Lin Xiaofeng in the exhibition hall. Each one is full of the vicissitudes of history and the charm of art. The female host introduced these precious cultural relics and the stories behind them to the tourists one by one. When introducing the dragon robe, she affectionately told the legendary story between Lin Xiaofeng and Emperor Jingjiang, which moved everyone present. And when she pointed to the painting "Sunflowers", it attracted waves of exclamations from the tourists. They were attracted by the colors and lines of the painting, as if they could feel the passion and inspiration of Lin Xiaofeng when he was creating it.

However, the exhibition hall was not filled with only praise and exclamation. Visitors still had disputes and doubts about some of Lin Xiaofeng's achievements and titles. They expressed their own opinions and argued endlessly. But in any case, these disputes could not cover up Lin Xiaofeng's extraordinary achievements and influence as a historical figure. His talent and contributions have been deeply imprinted in the pages of history and have become a model for future generations to admire and learn from.

In the bustling exhibition hall, tourists were pouring in like a tide. One of the men suddenly covered his neck with his hands, an expression of unbearable pain on his face, as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand.

"This kind of unofficial history is so wild that I can't even imagine it! I feel like I'm suffocating." He struggled, trying to squeeze out of the crowd, "Please make way for me, let me get some fresh air..."

However, his suffering did not attract much sympathy. Instead, several tourists cast dissatisfied glances at him.

"What's wrong with you, kid? These things are common sense we have known since childhood. Why do you always oppose the Great Sage?" said a middle-aged man with a frown.

"Young man, learn something! These are the wisdom left by our ancestors." Another old man also shook his head.

Some people even began to doubt his identity: "Is this guy a foreign spy? Report him now!"

Faced with such accusations, the tourist just shook his head in pain, unable to defend himself. At this time, the female host also suppressed her anger and continued to introduce the content of the exhibition.

"Next, we are going to show the trademarks and logos that Lin Xiaofeng personally applied for and created." She pointed to the next display board. "Since the Jingjiang Trademark Law was confirmed, hundreds of trademarks applied for by Lin Xiaofeng himself have been displayed here, including the well-known Douyin, Qidian, Apple, BMW, etc. Each trademark represents a well-known industry of the Fang Group!"

As the hostess explained, the tourists exclaimed in admiration. However, the misunderstood tourist suddenly shouted, "This is the most outrageous!"

He pointed at the draft lyrics on the display board: "'The sparrows outside the window are chattering on the telephone pole!' Damn, when he wrote this song, telephone poles hadn't even been invented yet! Lin Xiaofeng must be a time traveler, he's too lazy to pretend in his old age!"

There was a sudden booing from the surroundings, and many people looked at him with contempt. In their opinion, this old-fashioned argument was too absurd and disgusting.

At this moment, a petite girl suddenly stood up and slapped the tourist without hesitation.

"I didn't expect you to have such a big prejudice against Fang Sheng! I was so blind to find a stupid science and engineering guy like you!" She turned her head away angrily, "Break up!"

After that, she turned away, hiding her achievements and fame. The people around her applauded and praised the girl for her upright values. The engineering man stared at his girlfriend's back as she left, and shed tears of regret in front of Fang Sheng's benevolent portrait.

The scene was getting out of control, and the crew frantically waved at the female host to signal her to speed up. The female host quickly left the crowd and ran to the next exhibition site. It was a courtyard exhibition site located outdoors in the backyard of the county government, and one of the walls had been burned black.

The female host stood in front of the display case and introduced: "Dear audience friends, where we are now is the site of Lin Xiaofeng's study." She pointed to the scorched wall and the display case outside and said, "In his later years, Lin Xiaofeng moved all his books here, but unfortunately, a fire broke out here on a thunderstorm night."

She paused and continued, "This fire burned away hundreds of years of human civilization and became a sad place for all mankind. All of Fang Sheng's life-long research was reduced to ashes in this fire." She took a deep breath, "According to the records of the servants at home, on that rainy night when the fire broke out, Fang Sheng stood in front of the study and watched the fire burn down the entire study."

"At that time, the servants wanted to rescue the books, but Fang Sheng tried his best to stop them from entering the fire scene. In his heart, human life is more important than anything else." The female host said with emotion, "The fire caused a great psychological blow to Fang Sheng, but after recovering from his illness, he regrouped and wrote this amazing masterpiece that has influenced the world for more than 300 years - "Lin Xiaofeng's Prophecy"!"

She patted the books in the display case and said, "This book condenses all of Fang Sheng's thoughts throughout his life. It predicts the future society and points out the direction for the world. It has been guiding the development of mankind in various fields until today."

As the hostess finished her explanation, the tourists exclaimed in admiration. They were moved by the great spirit and wisdom of Fang Sheng, and at the same time they were full of infinite longing and respect for that era. At this moment, the previous episode seemed to have been forgotten by people, and everyone was immersed in the memory of history.

"The time is now 7:40. We will turn the camera back to the main venue at 8 o'clock. So, we still have 20 minutes to interview the tourists present." The female host looked around with a smile on her face, and finally fixed her eyes on a man who was in a daze. "Sir, you look thoughtful, and you must have many unique insights. What do you think of the Sunset Act and the Secret Talks between the Three Kings and One Saint? What do you think is the connection between the two?"

The man was brought back to reality by the sudden question. The shock of history still remained in his eyes, and tears flashed. "There is definitely a necessary connection between the two. I firmly believe that Lin Xiaofeng is a time traveler. As everyone knows, his relationship with the royal family is extraordinary. This is not accidental. Just imagine, how could a feudal emperor voluntarily give up his power? Under normal circumstances, this is absolutely impossible. It must be Lin Xiaofeng, who, relying on his deep feelings and trust with the emperor, gave a reason that the emperor could not refuse."

He was so excited that he was trembling a little, and his voice became louder and louder. "The decision made by Emperor Li Dexian is the best proof that Lin Xiaofeng is a time traveler! But what I want to say is that he is not just a time traveler, but a great time traveler. He is my ancestor!"

The man glared at the people who were sneering around him and continued, "You don't understand! This is definitely a miracle that only a time traveler can create! Lin Xiaofeng, with his own strength, turned the wheel of history around, achieved a peaceful transition of power, and allowed a smooth handover between the two eras."

The female host cursed him inwardly as "crazy" but kept a professional smile on her face. She didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly turned to interview other tourists.

The passionate man just now has become the target of ridicule. However, he is not afraid, and with his profound historical knowledge, he hits back at those who laughed at him one by one.

Beside him, an old man and a young man were also watching the argument quietly. The old man frowned and said to the young man, "Xiao Zhang, where do those people who always say Fang Sheng is a time traveler come from? They frequently insult our ancestors. How do they read their books?"

Xiao Zhang replied, "Professor Li, those people are probably members of some online Fangxue research society. They always insist on this argument. They use time-travel novels as historical evidence. They all seem to be possessed."

"Alas, these half-baked scholars, the influence of online literature is really too great, how can they regard fiction as history?" The old man sighed, "Someone really needs to come out and take charge in the future."

"Teacher is right, online literature must not become a wild horse that runs away from its reins!" Xiao Zhang agreed. (End of this chapter)