Before he could get out of the old shop street, the carriage stopped. Yang Fan sat on the horse, and naturally could see who the fair-skinned man was. Today, Zhu Qi specially changed into a white shirt, with moire water sleeves, green bamboo on his chest, and a yellow paper umbrella, which seemed to block the sun.

He was holding a child in his hand, and looked at Yang Fan on the tall horse with big eyes.

"Son, take your hand out of your mouth."

"Yes, Grandpa." The little prince who was held in Zhu Qi's hand took his hand out of his mouth with some grievances. Zhu Qi lowered his head and said, "What an adult." When Lao Tzu was about the same age as you, he dared to run out of the palace alone to make trouble. ”

"Grandpa Huang, is that one riding a big horse Yang Fan?"

Zhu Qi's eyes narrowed, and he said, "In the future, if I hear you dare to call this name, I will punish you for not eating for a day!" He led the little prince to the carriage. The little prince's dress today is also very low-key, a light blue shirt, a pair of black cloth shoes, small steps, and a little reluctant to walk forward. He didn't want to go forward, this imperial grandfather was even more terrible than his father, he missed his mother, so he wanted to go back to the palace. As long as he returns to the palace, he is still the crown prince who is high.

Now, in less than half an hour, he has been reprimanded twice by the imperial grandfather next to him.

"I'm going to call Mr. in the future, you know?" Zhu Qi listened to the footsteps and waited for Yang Fan to come over.

Yang Fan led the horse, slowly stepped forward, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the sect order?" If it's okay, please let me go, and hurry out of the city. He understood that Zhu Qi must not have anything good when he came over, so he didn't want to entangle with him more.

"Huh. Do you think that when this place comes out to find your big Buddha, will other people still care? He felt the sun rise, and deliberately adjusted the direction of the umbrella to block out the incoming sunlight.

"I don't know what Lord Zongling is looking for?" Yang Fan knew that there was nothing good about it, so he took a preventive shot in advance, "If it is difficult for you." I also ask Lord Zongling to forgive me, it is difficult to obey my fate. ”

"I'm going to take this clan disciple to Jinling together, and I happen to be able to go with you. Anyway, don't be embarrassed, right? Zhu Qi accepted the umbrella, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said, "Okay? Why are you here? ”

The curtain came up, and the line in the car poked its head out. bowed his hand and said: "I resigned and returned to my hometown, and I came to get together with Brother Yang Fan." He smiled, "I didn't expect Lord Zongling to go to Jinling as well, what a coincidence." ”

Zhu Qi also smiled, "It's really a coincidence." I didn't expect to meet you. He arched his hand towards Xingzhi and said, "This son of the clan, please ask Mr. Xing to teach him more." ”

The carriage again had one more, one horse. Three drives, slowly out of the old shop street. Rush to Tongzhou. When you arrive in Tongzhou, it is the source of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, all the way to the south, it is safer and faster to take the waterway than the land route. Generally, when going south, you will choose to take this ancient waterway. It is also an important river channel since the Tang Dynasty.

When it comes to the golden autumn, the carriage slowly drives to Tongzhou, and the red maple is full of mountains. Yang Fan rode a black horse. A leisurely look. Xingzhi lifted the curtain, looked at the red maple all over the mountain, and said in a big way, "When I heard Qinyuan Spring? Emperor Song. I know that Yang Fan is extraordinary, how about it, how about writing a few words of poetry today? Let me also appreciate your writing? ”

"How dare you show off your literary talent in front of Mr. Xing."

"Forgive me for being blunt, writing poetry is not as good as writing, and writing is not as good as commenting on poetry." He laughed and said, "If you don't compose a poem today." I'm really sorry for the red maples all over the mountain. ”

Yang Fan walked forward, grabbed the reins, and said with a smile: "Since Mr. Xingzhi has said so." If you are prevaricating in the next place, it seems a little contrived. Since last year's snow winter, fill in the words Qinyuan Spring. So how about filling in Qinyuan Spring today? ”

"Oh? Could it be that you are so confident that you can surpass your own emperor's song? ”

Yang Fan smiled, copied Lao Mao's two poems, and it was really so appropriate every time, so he looked at the red maple and chanted:

"In the cold autumn of independence, the river goes south and looks at the mountain alone. Look at the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; The river is clear and transparent, and hundreds of boats compete for the stream. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. Confused, ask the vast earth, who is the master of ups and downs?

Bring hundreds of couples to travel, reminiscing about the past eventful years. Just a young classmate, in his prime; The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Xuan. Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the dung was ten thousand households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat! ”

"Good! Good! Good! Xingzhi stood up, forgetting that he was still sitting in the car, and hit the roof of the car in one fell swoop, but he still couldn't hide the surprise in his heart. Applauded: "This time the words are filled, it doesn't look like your new work." Carefully experienced, the young man's masculinity, that kind of unruly, that kind of demeanor that no one in his eyes, seems to have been done when he was young and vigorous, right? ”

"Am I old now?"

"Haha. Also, it seems to be a combination of virtual and real, far and near. There are only a few people who can compose lyrics with Yang Fan's courage like you. Susin is out of the blue. ”

Zhu Qi's voice came from inside the carriage, "Hmph." Ode to the former emperor, that's all. This capital is full of dung, Yang Fan, you really have the ability. "It seems that all the ministers yearn for it. He Yang Fan said a word, asking the heavens and the earth, who is the master of the ups and downs, and the lower one is the marquis of the dung, and the last sentence at the end of the wave curbs the flying boat, which is the finishing touch. This word is magnificent, does not reduce the spring of Qinyuan? Emperor Song, if it is transmitted to the capital, it will definitely be among the literati and doctors, causing a lot of praise.

Zhu Qi smiled, if it really reached Jingshi, then Zhu Youzhen's lungs would not be able to explode. I thought that I had cut the title and frustrated Yang Fan's spirit, but I didn't expect that the people would not be here, and they would also lose the number of Wanhu Marquis who was more powerful than such a nominal earl, so what else can you say?

Xingzhi took out a volume of Bai Xuan from it, took out pen and ink, and asked Yang Fan to recite it several times before he put this Qinyuan Spring? Kaede gave a complete transcription. I pondered it repeatedly, read it several times, and felt very appetizing.

Only Zhu Qi was unimpressed in the car. Whether it is the emperor's ode or today's impromptu work, Zhu Qi feels his contempt for imperial power. It's a terrible thing, so he's a little annoyed.

Yang Fan's loyalty is not to the king, but to be loyal. Be loyal to your heart, loyal to the Ming Dynasty. He didn't care anymore how the Holy Lord thought of him, so he dared, he dared to give up the title at will. He came to Jinling to do something, not to escape.

This is what Zhu Qi read from this poem.

He whispered, "Yang Fan, what kind of person are you?" ”

(End of this volume) (To be continued.) )