The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

"Brother, am I Fan Xian or Fan Shen?" Fan Xian asked in confusion.

"No matter who you are, you have a reason to be here. You don't have to worry too much." Xie Yuchen sighed softly, walked to sit next to Fan Xian, and comforted him.

"It's ridiculous that I've lived for so many years, but I don't even know who I am." Fan Xian laughed bitterly, his voice full of bitterness.

"Fan Xian, Fan Shen, it's just a name, an identity. You are you, don't worry about it." Xie Yuchen said gently, "Life is like looking at flowers in the fog or the moon in the water. Who can really see it clearly?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xie." Fan Xian's eyes gradually became firm. He looked at Xie Yuchen and said, "After this, I have figured it out. No matter what happened in the past, I will only focus on the future."

"That's great. Now that you've figured it out, let's go back." Xie Yuchen smiled and nodded, stood up and greeted.

"Okay." Fan Xian stood up, looked back at the building behind him, and after retracting his gaze, he left here side by side with Xie Yuchen.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow shone on them, casting long shadows.

"Although I still have many confusions in my heart after this experience, it also made me understand a little about my origins." Fan Xian said with emotion, "The road ahead will surely not be smooth, but I am ready."

After returning to Kyoto, Fan Xian parted ways with Jie Yuchen and returned to the Fan Mansion, only to find that everyone in the mansion had strange expressions.

"What happened while I was away?" Fan Xian found Fan Ruoruo and asked.

"An imperial decree has come from the palace, asking you to go to the palace to meet the emperor tomorrow." Fan Ruoruo said worriedly.

Fan Xian's heart trembled. He had just learned about his life experience and had not yet figured out how to face the biological father of this body. He did not expect that the other party would summon him.

This time he went to the palace, the other party might be testing him. Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He was too high-profile yesterday, which allowed the other party to take this opportunity to summon him into the palace.

He sighed secretly in his heart and thought to himself: No matter what, I will fight back against the enemy with my soldiers and block the water with earth.

The next day, Fan Xian was woken up early to wash and dress. Just when Fan Xian was about to get impatient, he was done.

After the meal, he was led towards the palace.

The palace was magnificent, majestic and solemn. Led by the eunuch, Fan Xian came to the main hall.

Fan Xian followed the etiquette he had learned before and saluted Emperor Qing who was sitting on the dragon throne. The emperor did not ask him to stand up immediately, but instead looked at him without saying a word.

Fan Xian was lying on the ground. Although he could not see Emperor Qing's expression, he could feel the other party's inquiring gaze. He could not help but frown slightly and continued to maintain the posture of saluting.

"Get up." After a long time, Emperor Qing spoke slowly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fan Xian said respectfully and slowly got up from the ground.

"Raise your head." Emperor Qing said majestically.

Fan Xian raised his head as he was told, then lowered his head slightly, but still looked at the other person imperceptibly.

"Fan Xian, I heard that you have great literary talent and your poem "Climbing the High Tower" is famous in Kyoto." Emperor Qing's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through Fan Xian, and he said meaningfully.

"Your Majesty, these are just some occasional feelings, not worth mentioning." Fan Xian's heart tightened, and he replied respectfully.

"Something you feel occasionally? You can write with such talent just by feeling occasionally. You really can't be underestimated!" Emperor Qing looked at him with an unclear expression and asked tentatively, "Fan Xian, who is your master?"