From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 92: The wind starts from the tip of the green weeds
"Heaven's will is like a knife, and the human heart is unpredictable. Heaven's will and the human heart complement each other and are indispensable. The so-called fickle fate is not fate, but the human heart!"

East Palace
Li Chengqian observed the flow and changes of the luck within himself and the palace, and seemed to have realized something vaguely.

The so-called destiny is not fixed, but changes with the changes in people's character and thoughts.

To put it bluntly, choices determine destiny.

Take Mao Qiwu as an example. He was just a little eunuch who was sent to the palace because he couldn't survive. Now he has the destiny of becoming a ninth-rank powerful man. It is entirely because his personality meets the requirements that he was arranged to be by Li Chengqian's side, and now he has become a ninth-rank powerful man.

After Li Chengqian's words just now, he also had two choices: to assassinate Fan Xian, challenge Wu Zhu, and achieve the realm of Grandmaster, or he could choose to stay in the East Palace, slowly hone his strength, and open up the path to Grandmaster bit by bit.

Different choices will lead to different destinies.

He chose the former, so his destiny aura began to converge and change, either emerging as a butterfly or dying. If he chose the latter, his destiny aura would not change.

The same was true of the changes in Li Chengqian's destiny.

However, this was not his choice, but Emperor Qing's.

This time, the two families were married at the same time, which seemed to be marrying two women, but objectively speaking, it was a major expansion of the power of the Eastern Palace. This expansion aroused Emperor Qing's vigilance, and he responded in kind.

It was this stress response that stimulated the changes in Li Chengqian's destiny and the fate of Emperor Qing in the palace.

"Once the hero draws his sword, it will bring another ten years of disaster to the people!" Li Chengqian sighed secretly.

In a sense, the choice of the person who is at the crux of the matter can really determine the fate of countless people!

Then I unexpectedly thought of another strange idea.

"Choices determine destiny, and destiny reacts on choices. Isn't this dialectics?

As expected, Jiuluoyu can’t play the game of time travel.”

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Fan Mansion
It's already a mess now.

Fan Sizhe screamed and ran around the yard, calling for help as he ran.

Fan Jian chased after him with a big stick, cursing as he ran.

"I'll beat you to death, you little bastard..."

You are the best, right?

You are the one showing off...

Going out for a meal is not peaceful

Stop right there, I'll beat you to death!"

The roar of the Minister of Revenue of Qing State spread throughout the Fan Mansion. No matter whether it was Liu or the servants, no one dared to step forward to dissuade him when Fan Jian was furious.

Liu stood on the corridor, jumping up and down, pacing back and forth, muttering, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Fan Xian looked at the chaotic father and son in the courtyard with a complicated expression. This incident had caused...

You say that Fan Sizhe should be blamed, and you can kind of blame him, because if he hadn't fought with others, there wouldn't have been such a big commotion, and if there hadn't been such a big commotion, the Crown Prince and Prince Jing wouldn't have been brought out.

But this...

He couldn't help but think of the time when Qiu Chuji passed by Niujia Village...

Hey, you’re thinking too far ahead!

In the yard, Fan Sizhe had been caught up by Fan Jian and kicked to the ground.

"Little bastard, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

Fan Jian roared and swung the big stick in his hand, which was as thick as a bowl, at Fan Sizhe, just like when he swung the knife to chop at the head of the queen's father.

"Don't, don't..."

Fan Xian exerted his strength and came to Fan Jian's side in a flash, hugging Fan Jian's hand.

Bang!
The powerful stick was deflected by Fan Xian and hit the ground hard with a dull sound. It was only a few inches away from Fan Sizhe's head. The second young master Fan was so frightened that his face turned pale on the spot. He fainted with a hum.

"Father, father, let's talk it over. It's my fault, my fault..."

"You too, you finally get to go home, wouldn't it be better to stay home? Why do you have to go out for a walk? What are you wandering around for?"

Fan Jian roared, and swung the stick in his hand towards Fan Xian.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong, Father, please calm down, calm down..."

Fan Xian dodged and shouted, "Things have already come to this. Getting angry won't help. If you get sick from anger, it will be even more troublesome. Cool down, cool down."

After a round of fighting, Fan Jian stopped, threw the stick aside, and stood in the yard gasping for breath. Seeing that the fight had stopped, Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked the servants to carry Fan Sizhe, who had fainted on the ground, back.

"Father, can we refuse this kiss?" Seeing Fan Jian calm down, Fan Xian asked tentatively.

Fan Jian glared at him. "Refuse? How can I refuse? The Queen Mother has already issued the decree. The matter has been decided. Do you think we should ask the Queen Mother to withdraw the decree, or ask His Majesty to reject it?"

"This..." Fan Xian was also stunned. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

This happened so suddenly. Who could have thought that the prince would have such thoughts?

Thinking about the scene when I met the prince that day, I didn’t find anything special. The prince and Ruoruo just said one sentence, and then he was talking to me.

He also asked his father to take him to visit the eldest princess as soon as possible to eliminate the estrangement. For a time, he even had some good feelings towards the prince.

But now...

There is no need to visit, the eldest princess will come to the Fan Mansion to propose marriage soon!
This guy actually has feelings for my sister, damn it!
Bad thoughts flashed through his mind, but he immediately realized that he seemed to have feelings for his sister as well!

Ah, this...

"Where is Ruoruo?" Fan Jian suddenly asked.

"After receiving the news, he locked himself in the room." When Fan Ruoruo was mentioned, Fan Xian was a little worried, but he made up his mind. If it really didn't work, he would let Uncle Wu Zhu take Fan Ruoruo back to Danzhou. He didn't care about anything else and just let the prince stare blankly.

With a grandmaster as your backer, you can be so unrestrained.

"Well, go see her. No matter what, you have to know what she thinks about this matter."

"it is good!"

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Kyoto, Guofu

As one of the six ministries of the current dynasty, Guo Youzhi is considered to be one of the top few people in Kyoto, and he is not too old. If he is lucky, he may be able to sit in Lin Ruofu's position in a few years. Even if he is not so lucky, as long as he does not make mistakes, he can go one step further and become a real first-rank official.

Originally, he thought that this would be his life.

Until two years ago, when his son, Guo Baokun, director of the newly established Ninth Department of the Supervisory Yuan and director of the Moral Review Department, emerged, he felt that his good days were over and his once carefree life was no longer easy.

Knowing son Moruo father.

He originally had no hope for his son. The best outcome for him was to rely on his connections to make a living and wait for death.

With his intelligence and knowledge, there's no hope that he can really make a name for himself.

But now, everyone says he has a good son.

A tiger father has no dog sons.

But, is he really a tiger father?

In the past two years, the court's evaluation of him has become increasingly higher because he has been working more diligently and seriously. Taking advantage of the momentum of the Ministry of Rites abolishing the Jiaofangsi, he has eliminated many bad policies within the ministry. Not only has he firmly grasped the entire Ministry of Rites in his hands, but people in the Ministry have also become more and more convinced of him.

There is no way. Who wouldn’t like a boss who is capable, resourceful, knows how to seek benefits for his subordinates, and is diligent and responsible?

But who knows his suffering?

Do you think he is really willing to be so diligent?
He just didn't want to go home too early to face his son.

Because in the past two years, his son's way of looking at him has become more and more strange, not only when he looks at him, but also when he looks at others.

It was a very uncomfortable look. When she met Guo Baokun's gaze, she could easily read what Guo Baokun thought of her.

Scum, scum, hypocrite, I am ashamed to be associated with you bunch of parasites!

Coupled with his frequent crooked smile, he looked like the Dragon King had returned.

Anyone who sees it will feel guilty.

Once upon a time, his son looked at him with admiration and respect, but he didn't know when it started to change.

It became strange, distant, and prickly.

Alas! This Lao Deng, at first glance, is not a good person.

Tsk, what a hypocrite.

Damn, this kind of person can become the Minister of Rites, is the court blind?
How can such a person be worthy of being my father? Oh my God, you are so blind!

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Seeing this made him feel weak and trembling in his heart. Living under the same roof with him made him feel uncomfortable all over. He even wanted to kick his son out of the house.

But, I dare not.

"Father, the Ministry of Rites has handled matters well recently. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should be very satisfied."

It was a rare occasion for father and son to sit at the same table. Guo Baokun said this as soon as he came up, and he showed an expression that showed that I admired him very much.

The corners of Guo Youzhi's mouth twitched twice. He gritted his teeth and didn't respond. He grabbed the chopsticks in his hand, ready to turn his grief and anger into appetite. Then, his hand froze in mid-air.

"Father, the food is poisonous!"

Guo Baokun stared at the food on the table, his hawk-like eyes flashing with the light of seeing prey.

(End of this chapter)