After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

But she knew that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated. Even if it was just a simple concept, they would definitely be able to come up with their own wine from it.

"Take this painting and if they don't believe you, you can say that this is a scene you depicted based on your later memories," said Zhong Ning.

Fang Ping held up the drawing of the bookstore's interior and wondered, "What if they asked me to draw another one on the spot?"

Zhong Ning:........

"If someone really gives you a hard time, just say you're just describing a scene from your dream and asked someone to paint it specifically as a souvenir."

"Of course, you can only take out this painting after you've explained it to them and if no one believes you. Regardless of whether they believe it or not, it's best not to take it out if possible."

"I believe that if Master Xiao Fan can pass this test, then you, Master Xiao Fang, can do the same!"

Zhong Ning swore solemnly, as if to give him more confidence.

Fang Ping felt his heart tremble. Right now, there was no better way, so he had to take it one step at a time!

If His Majesty really doesn't believe it, he still has to think of a countermeasure!

"Of course, to prevent other travelers from suddenly causing trouble, you should also add that countless people have entered this alien world through dreams, and you don't know who will be in the same situation as you."

Fang Ping pondered for a moment, then asked:

"You mean to say that you're worried that other travelers will come here and preach about equality for all, or become too arrogant and cause trouble?"

"That's right. Let's take the initiative and create the concept of dreaming into another world. Even if other travelers appear in the future, they won't hurt us in the slightest."

"I used to love reading novels, and I know that many time-travel novels have plots where modern people attempt to change the times. I have no intention of changing this era. I just want to provide some protection to the weak within my ability."

"If you are successful, you should help the world. I have always remembered this saying, so this is also a reason why I will help you, but only this once!"

"If you encounter problems in the future, you must learn to handle them on your own. No one will always have your back!"

Hearing this, Fang Ping fell silent.

After all, he is an actor. Although he is an 18th-tier actor and has not come into contact with many scripts, he still remembers some of the content of time-travel web dramas.

Because of this, he knew that a modern person would be easily assimilated if he came to ancient times. Like Zhong Ning, he had no intention of changing this era. He just wanted to preserve a little bit of his original intention in the torrent of this era.

"Don't worry, I will hide quickly and not let myself stand out so much. As long as I can hide behind everyone and be a well-fed and well-clothed nobleman, I will be very satisfied."

"So, sister, my dear sister," Fang Ping said sheepishly, "are you still hiring?"

"We can open an entertainment club and make some money. I can be a musician in your house, or even a guest official, hiding behind the scenes and helping you with your plans."

"As long as you pay me a little salary and provide me with food and lodging, I can stay in the mansion every day and not go anywhere else."

"If I really did this, I'm afraid it would get out and it would mean that you, Fang Ping, succumbed to my power and was forced to come into my mansion and serve as my concubine."

Fang Ping:.......

Fang Ping scratched his head uncomfortably. He really couldn't do this!

Although he wanted to find a gigolo to support himself, he never thought of letting himself be a mistress.

He also wants to have a beautiful wife and concubines of his own!

I have finally come to ancient times, and I must experience the joy of being surrounded by women in this strange world.

"Sister, just pretend I didn't say anything!" Fang Ping replied with a wry smile. He then stroked his chin and asked curiously, "Sister, tell me, I made a splash at the Chongyang Palace Banquet, so how come I only charmed one girl?"

Zhong Ning:........

Before Zhong Ning could answer, she heard a palace maid hurriedly come in to announce, "Princess, Princess Anle is here to visit!"

"Please let her in!" Zhong Ning said calmly, then turned to Fang Ping and teased, "Look, the second one is here!"

Fang Ping: ???

Fang Ping Xiaoran widened her eyes and looked at Zhong Ning in disbelief.

He pointed at the pink and yellow figure floating in the distance, then pointed at himself, his eyes flashing with confusion.

Zhong Ning nodded and motioned him to put the drawing away.

Then he brought his men back to Qinghui Pavilion.

Murong Xin's figure appeared in an instant.

Today she was dressed particularly delicately, in a crimson-pink gauze dress with a light yellow skirt. A butterfly-shaped hairpin with kingfisher feathers fluttered above her swirling bun.

It is decorated with flower shapes made of rubies and broken jade, against which dance butterflies dance gracefully. The attendants also wear red gold willow leaf bead earrings and a tourmaline scented bead bracelet.

It makes the whole person look extremely delicate and cute.

"Sister Zhong!" Murong Xin half bowed and said with a look of forgiveness: "Anle, come and apologize to me. Yesterday, Anle was rude..."

Zhong Ning stood up and returned the greeting. "It's normal for sisters to occasionally argue. My attitude was a bit too extreme yesterday..."

When Anle heard Zhong Ning's words, he immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to pull Zhong Ning's sleeve, "Sister Zhong, have you forgiven me?"

"What forgiveness? There's no need for this between us..." Zhong Ning patted Murong Xin's little hand and comforted her.

Then he personally escorted the person into the pavilion and seated him. Fang Ping had already stood up and saluted: "Your humble servant, I greet the princess!"

"Mr. Fang, please stand up!" Murong Xin's eyebrows curved and his smile became more sincere.

She had already heard about Fang Ping's performance at the Chongyang Palace Banquet. It turned out that this man was not only good at singing and making snacks, but also had a wealth of ideas and literary talent.

"Mr. Fang, are you used to everything after coming to Beijing?" Murong Xin bit her lip and asked.

Fang Ping raised his eyes slightly and suddenly saw Murong Xin's shy and timid gaze.

Looking at Zhong Ning again, I saw Zhong Ning raised his eyebrows with a teasing look in his eyes, and I couldn't help but be speechless.

The little girl in front of him was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. Although he wanted to find a gigolo, he didn't want to find one this young.

Even if the other person likes him, he can't do it.

He's not a pervert.

But he had already forgotten this by now, because Zhong Ning acted too steady and ignored the fact that she was actually only fifteen years old.

Even Fang Ping himself was only seventeen this year!

At this age, according to modern standards, it is not yet the legal age for marriage. Finding a girlfriend now would be considered premature love.

"Fortunately, Shengjing is worthy of being the capital. It is prosperous and bustling!" Fang Ping replied.

"Mr. Fang, what are your plans next?" Murong Xin asked again. What she actually wanted to ask was, are you going back to Fengcheng soon?

If that's the case, then wouldn't she be able to listen to the music?