Just when Han Ling was thinking about how to ask to see the prince of Wei Guo, this prince was sitting alone in the Yaming Xuan to make tea and taste tea.

As the name suggests, Ya Ming Xuan is an elegant place for gossip, poetry and wine exchange, it is not how magnificent it is, but it must be an extremely pleasing place.

It is the middle of winter, but it is not too cold here, because it is backed by Yuquan Mountain, which leads the pine wind into the wild, carries the fragrance of the warm spring, and is fragrant and sweet.

At that time, the moonlight was bright, competing with the jade snow on the cover of the pine cuibao, which was not ordinarily bright.

Of course, the brightest thing is the person sitting in the wheelchair, this person is tall, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his fox fur is white and snowy.

Even a man like Yan Fan, who is so poor and extravagant, who has played with many women, will have a feeling of being ashamed of himself and blaspheming the gods every time he sees him, and this feeling makes him extremely hateful.

But he had to admit that among the children of the entire family in the capital, only this young man was the only one who could really be called a genius prodigy.

What can poetry at the age of three, read through the four books and five classics at the age of five, and ride and shoot at the age of seven is not a big deal, this boy admires him the most is that he has a pair of unique eyes and a heart of seven thieves, he does not follow the rules, has many wonderful ideas, and dares to create zào and practice, so he has also invented few things.

Yan Fan is conceited and talented, and he has rarely served people, but in the face of this young man, he is not as good as himself, in his eyes, even those erudite and talented celebrities and Confucians are not worth mentioning compared with this young man.

The prince of Wei, Xu Shuxuan.

He is also the only person he fears and wants to take the initiative to associate with even at any cost.

"It's really my honor to be invited by Young Master Xu." After a polite and noisy word, he went straight up the steps made of jade, walked into the evening pavilion, and sat down opposite the young man in white. ”

The boy was still making tea, and on the marble round table sat a small bamboo stove, next to which was a porcelain bowl with a large mouth of colored glaze depicting landscape pictures, and a few pieces of ink and carbon were contained in the bowl.

He just leisurely tossed the olive charcoal from the bowl into the oven as if it were a very interesting thing for him.

His wrists are as white as jade, his five fingers are slender, and because of his sick and weak body, he still seems to have a trace of femininity.

But if you listen to him, you will never think of him as a feminine and weak patient again.

"I heard that you went to the prison of the Criminal Department just now?" Xu Shuxuan poured him a cup of freshly brewed tea, and with a slight push of his fingers, it was sent to him, his face was a smile but not a smile, and although the words were warm and beautiful, the words were powerful, "Why bother? ”

"Why bother?" Yan Fan asked rhetorically in surprise, and laughed out loud again, "Have you ever seen Yang Shizhong's old horseman, who doesn't eat soft and hard, he is really pedantic, if he doesn't put some pressure on him, how can he know what he should do?" ”

"Your father is already a high and powerful person, a palace maid murder case caused the harem to lose two favored concubines at the same time, the Cao family and the Lin family lost power together, and the others are no longer your opponents, is a guerrilla general who doesn't even have a fifth-grade official position worth your attention?"

When Xu Shuxuan said this, Yan Fan's face changed slightly, he suppressed the glass teacup sent to his eyes, and his eyes were extremely gloomy on the young man's jade-like face: "Do you want to intercede for Yang Shizhong?" ”

"After all, the Yang family has accumulated a century-old reputation, Delong Wangzun, killing him or destroying the Yang family is not good for your Yan family, have you forgotten how Zhang Bingyong was ousted from the position of first assistant?" Xu Shuxuan asked with a smile.

Yan Fan's face changed slightly, Zhang Bingyong is also the first assistant of the cabinet, but he is the former chief assistant of the cabinet, this person was originally only from the top three scholars, originally did not have the opportunity to worship the prime minister into the cabinet, but because of the great ceremonial incident, he won the sacred heart, and only had an edict to ascend to the sky as a close minister of the Son of Heaven, and became a hot figure in the center of power, but this person excluded dissidents, the party was the same as the other, was scolded by the Chinese officials of the DPRK and the students of the world, and finally ended up in a bleak evening.

Nowadays, the mouth and pen of the literati can be compared to a thousand swords in the hands of the warriors!

"Since ancient times, literati have loved clever words and snakes, but they are not poisonous!" After pondering for a while, Yan Fan actually said such a joke, "Do you think I will be afraid of them?" When do I do things, when do I care about other people's opinions! ”

The teacup that Xu Shuxuan brought to his lips suddenly paused, and his eyes were particularly deep in the moonlight, like a vast galaxy falling into it.

After a moment of silence, he smiled, so light and light, as light as the morning mist.

Yan Fan can confidently understand anyone, but he can't understand him.

After a long time, he looked at Yan Fan's unique eyes and said, "I have already written the green words you asked me for last time." ”

The so-called green words are the blessings offered to the gods when the Taoist Jiao is held, and it is loved by the saints today, because it is written on the green vine with red pigment, so it is called the green words.

Today advocating Taoism, every year will hold a big ceremony to worship the sky, and every time the sacrifice will let the civil officials in the court help write the green words, because the requirements for the green words are very high, so not just a green word can pass, often some people want to break their heads can not write a song can enter the emperor's eyes of the green words.

Yan Fan is now serving as the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, in charge of the rituals, and this glorious task naturally falls on his shoulders. It's not that he can't write good green words, but he has poetry and books in his belly, and he also has a day when Jiang Lang is exhausted.

After taking the manuscript handed over by Xu Shuxuan, Yan Fan's eyes fell on the lines of changing and flexible, vigorous and powerful fonts: but Lingbi sighed, regretted that Shenkun was dry. The tempering of the eons of time, including the extreme creation of nature. The charm of the strange five mountains......

The more he looked behind, the more Yan Fan's eyes bloomed with a brilliant and envious brilliance.

"It's really a good word, although I know that Shu Xuanzhi's talent is very comparable, but you will amaze me every time." Yan Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"The East Building has won the award, it's just bad words and slang, the talent of the East Building, above me, and I ask the East Building to keep it secret for me."

The secrecy he spoke of was to never let the world know that these words were written by him, and Yan Fan naturally understood their meaning.

"Of course." Yan Fan smiled and said, "Shu Xuan has amazing talents, but he doesn't come out, it's really a pity!" ”

Xu Shuxuan smiled and said: "Donglou also knows that I have a stubborn illness and am a crippled person, if I am an official in the court, how can I go to the court?" ”

His smile is not bitter, but it is more poignant.

Oh, yes! Who wouldn't sigh when he saw such a brilliant and almost perfect boy who could not stand up, and who could not enjoy a long life?

The so-called jealousy of talents, about that.

After Yan Fan drank a cup of tea, he gossiped with him again, and only left at three o'clock.

And after he left, Xu Shuxuan looked at the distant back, and his eyes slowly became dim and solemn.

He was used to being lonely, so he didn't have a maidservant by his side, and even the wheelchair he sat in was created by himself.

Pressing the mechanism on his wheelchair with his fingers, he walked towards a pavilion in the East Courtyard, where he belonged alone.

"Young Master, you're back!" The maidservant who was guarding the door saw him from afar, and she smiled brightly.

"Hmm. Didn't I give you a holiday? Why haven't you gone home yet? Xu Shuxuan doesn't like to be served, so there are only maids in his pavilion who are responsible for guarding the door and sprinkling and sweeping, and he is also very tolerant of maidservants.

Hearing the master's gentle tone, the little maid smiled even more happily, and hurriedly said: "I was going to go back, but as soon as I went out, I met a messenger who handed me a letter, saying that it was for the eldest young master, and she also specially told the eldest young master to open it in person." I thought this letter must be important to the eldest young master, so I came back. ”

"Letter?" Xu Shuxuan was a little surprised, who would send him a letter?

"Well, that's it!" The little girl spread out her hands, and she had a piece of yellow paper without an envelope in her hand, and there were no scales.

A letter without scales can't actually be called a letter, and it seems that this little girl must have been deceived.

Xu Shuxuan took the letter, hesitated for a while, and finally tore it open, originally just out of curiosity, when he saw the content of the letter, his face slowly changed.

The maidservant aunt couldn't help but worry: "Young Master, what's wrong with you?" ”