The main hall was quiet, and there were seven or eight bachelors seated. The oldest of these scholars was nearly seventy, and the youngest one was forty-six or seventeen, and there were more than a dozen scroll-ear tables on the hall, and a futon was placed in front of each case. There are four treasures of the study room and all kinds of books on the desk, and there is a large pottery urn next to it, and there are many scrolls vertically placed in it.

The seven or eight bachelors are responsible for the revision of history, the preparation of letters, and the officials who summarize all kinds of copywriting, their work is relatively easy, and the historical events of a few years are only about 100 words in the pen, so they usually have nothing to do, except for writing, painting, and occasionally taking on some private work to earn some pen fees, that is, they gather together to recite poems and write poems, and enjoy themselves.

At this time, they were gathered in front of a few cases, shaking their heads and groaning, as soon as Shangguan Wan'er came in, several small chamberlains waiting in the hall saw her first, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "I've seen Shangguan waiting for the edict!" ”

"Ahh Shangguan is waiting for the edict to come. ”

When the scribes saw Shangguan Wan'er coming in, they greeted them one after another. Shangguan Wan'er sighed, and said with a smile: "Do you have any good works for a few bachelors?" ”

A fifty-year-old scholar twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Shangguan is waiting for the edict to come at the right time, Guan Lao has just written a good poem, and he is about to ask Shangguan to taste it." ”

Guan Lao refers to the oldest of these bachelors, this person's name is Guan Yi, he is sixty and seven this year, because he is the oldest, so when he sees Shangguan Wan'er, only he can sit in the seat without getting up to greet him, listening to the bachelor's praise, Guan Yi smiled, and was just about to scoop up the poem of haode complacently, and a bachelor next to him picked it up playfully.

The bachelor held the poem in his hand and said to Shangguan Wan'er: "Zhang Moudai Guan Lao Yin, please taste it on behalf of Shangguan Dai!" ”

This bachelor's name is Zhang Liang, and he is also a bachelor in the History Museum. Immediately holding the poem in his hand, he shook his head and said: "Open the purple hall in the morning, and the good atmosphere will be in the morning." The north is in Huajing, and the east is new. The shadow is even fragrant and misty, and the light is bright and the clouds are frequent. The bird feather floated at the beginning, and the dragon text turned true. Straight suspicion crown wears in, long love crown kiss. Shake the auspicious clouds, and the courtiers will be reflected in the court. ”

After Zhang Liang finished reading the poem, Guan Yi smiled and said: "The old man got up early today and came to the History Museum early in the morning. Seeing the direction of the Ming Hall, the Queen of Heaven is holding a great court meeting, and hundreds of officials go to the palace, and the weather is solemn. I felt it for a while, and I came back and brewed for a long time before I wrote this poem. ”

Shangguan Wan'er said: "Guan Lao's poem has lofty intentions and full of charm. Describe the weather of the early royal dynasty ......"

As soon as she said this, Yang Fan poked his head in at the door and asked in a loud voice: "Shangguan is waiting for the edict, the things have been put on hold, if there is no order from the side, then I will go back first." ”

The old master Guan Yi twisted his beard. Close your eyes slightly, smile and bow your head slightly. Just as Wen Xian Le Lun listened to Shangguan Wan'er's praise, he was suddenly interrupted, and suddenly frowned, opened his eyes, and glanced at him unhappily.

"Oops! You are...... Yang Fan! ”

A small chamberlain waiting in the history museum heard Yang Fan speak. When I looked at it, I suddenly screamed in surprise. As soon as he said a word, he realized that he was a little forgetful, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

This little eunuch usually likes to juju, when Yang Fan was playing in the palace that day, he was also present to watch, and he had a deep memory of the idol in his mind.

didn't want him to call him out, Lin Ximing, the youngest of the bachelors, couldn't help but shout happily: "What are you talking about, he is Yang Fan?" Keju scored five goals in a row that day, and together with Princess Taiping, he defeated Yang Fan of Tubo on the bow field with five against ten? ”

Bow is truly the most widespread and popular sport in Datang, with countless fans. This Master Lin is also a fan of bowing and juju, and he usually has nothing to do, and he will also make an appointment with Sanwu Zhi, and he will bow or bow for fun, and he can't help but be surprised and happy when he learns that the guard of the forbidden army in front of him is the Yang Fan he often talks about. …,

Guan Fuzi saw that Master Lin was also so surprised by the appearance of a palace guard, and his heart was even more unhappy, so he dragged a long voice and asked lightly: "Who is this guard?" ”

Zhang Liang replied on the side: "It's a guard in the palace, it sounds like he's good at bowing." ”

Guan Fuzi "oh" with one hand, his eyelids drooped down, his left hand held the sleeve of his right hand, lifted the pen to fill the ink, swayed on the paper, and said disdainfully: "Bowing, the small way, it is not beneficial to the country, it is not beneficial to the people, it is just a gadget to entertain others and entertain yourself, can you use such a fuss!" ”

Listening to his ridicule, Master Lin unconsciously blushed, but Master Guan's qualifications were too high, and he didn't dare to refute.

Shangguan Wan'er frowned slightly, this Guan Master has always been above the top, but with his identity, he has no bearing to be so concerned with a palace guard......

Shangguan Wan'er was about to interject a few words casually and expose this unpleasant atmosphere, when Yang Fan opened his mouth with a smile.

The guards of the forbidden army have an inseparable relationship with these idle historians for eight lifetimes, and he doesn't have to worry about offending these historians, not to mention that he hasn't even thought about being a long-term leader in this forbidden army.

In fact, he didn't take Guan Fuzi's words to heart. It's not that Yang Fan's cultivation has reached the realm of not being happy with things and not being sad about himself, but because until now, he has not regarded himself as a guard of the forbidden army at all, and has not integrated himself into the court and into this environment.

Everything he is doing now is only to find Miao Shenke and get close to Qiu Shenji, when his goal is achieved, he will withdraw away, everything in this period is just a memory for him, how can he care about being looked down on by Master Guan for his proud Keju skills.

However, he didn't care about Master Guan's belittling of himself, but he cared about the feelings of Bachelor Lin and that little chamberlain being humiliated.

"How can I sit idly by and watch them being humiliated for admiring my talents?"

Yang Fan stepped into the hall and said in a loud voice: "What this old gentleman said, I dare not agree. Although the bow is not a great road, it is not beneficial to the country and the people, if you really want to talk about its usefulness, I think that it is a little stronger than the poems that the old gentleman smeared and smeared! ”

As soon as Guan Fuzi's wrist sank, a piece of writing was broken, he raised his head angrily, blew his beard at Yang Fan and glared: "Ignorant child, what are you talking about?" You say this poetry and song is a small way? Still...... Why don't you juggle things like juggling and having fun? How can this be true, how can it be! ”

Guan Fuzi is old, when Li Shimin vigorously promoted the sport of bowing in Datang to improve the level of national riding and archery, he had long passed the age of learning to bow shooting, so he has always disagreed with this sport, and even had some resistance. He is an elder in this history museum, and the other bachelors and editors have given him three points, but now he has been taught such a lesson by a big soldier, how can he endure it.

Yang Fan said: "The Jizhou region of Hebei Province had a severe drought last year, and the winter was severe and cold, and now it is the season when the green and yellow are not in season, and many displaced people beg to enter Beijing. ”

Guan Fuzi was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "How can this be true! How is this possible, this ......"

Yang Fan said again: "The four towns of Anxi have fallen, the DPRK and China have different opinions, some people think that Anxi is a land of chicken ribs, in vain to consume the people's fat and people's anointment, it is better to abandon it, and concentrate on China, so that Anxi has fallen and cannot be recovered for a long time, why don't the master make a fu, let the Tubo people obediently give up the four towns, how?" ”

Guan Fuzi's face turned even redder, trembling with anger, and he said repeatedly: "What nonsense! Nonsense. Poetry and poetry are elegant things, what you say is a military strategy, and the wind and horses and cattle are not related, you are really ...... cough cough cough ......"

Yang Fan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and then said: "The thieves on the Taihang Mountain are rampant, and if they are arrested, they will flee to the mountains, and if the local people are not investigated, they will come back as a disaster, and the local people will suffer from it and suffer unspeakably." Why don't you write a poem and bring them to justice? ”…,

Guan Fuzi's fingers trembled, his face was swollen and purple, and he pointed at Yang Fan and said, "You...... You...... You ......"

Yang Fan's face sank, and he said sharply: "The way of civil and military affairs, the foundation of governing the country and the country." Poetry is just a game derived from literature and Taoism, which can not build water conservancy, develop farming, let the people have enough food and clothing, and can not enrich the country and strengthen the army, serve the country, and help the world, but it is just a thing to entertain others and entertain oneself and nourish the body and mind.

Poetry is derived from Wendao, and bowing is derived from martial arts. Hitting the bow can strengthen the body, train riding and archery, entertain people in peacetime, and be of great use in wartime, how can it not be compared with your poems? If you really want to count it, your poems and essays, you have to shake your head, shake your head, and enjoy yourself, my bow, princes and nobles, scholars and literati, the common people, peddlers and pawns, everyone can enjoy it, can you compare?

Your poems, racking your brains, chewing words, one by one to raise limbs are not diligent, grains are not divided, my juju can strengthen the body, can train riding and archery, protect the family and defend the country, is it better? Not far from this history museum, it is the Zhongshu Province, the ministers in the Zhongshu Province, the daily management of all opportunities, and the world's major affairs, which one relies on your useless poetry? ”

"You...... You ......"

Guan Fuzi was so angry that his eyes turned black for a while.

Yang Fan ignored him anymore, smiled and saluted, and said: "Shangguan is waiting for the edict, and there is still a position in the next place, if there is no next order, I will go back to Wucheng Hall to be on duty." ”

"You, go ahead!"

Shangguan Wan'er's eyes shone with a strange light, she really didn't expect Yang Fan to be able to say such a thing, she actually had such an insight, in her heart, she thought that Yang Fan had no ink on his chest. Yang Fan smiled, turned around and left, Shangguan Wan'er looked at his back, slightly distracted.

Later, when Guan Fuzi saw that Yang Fan was leaving, he stood up angrily. Unexpectedly, because he sat for too long, the blood flow in his legs was not smooth, and he stood up suddenly, his legs were wooden, his head was blood-isched, and his eyes were dark, so he fell backwards, Zhang Liang hurriedly held him up, and shouted: "Old bachelor, what's wrong with you?" ”

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