Fan Xian said: "Yun Zhilan? ”

Han Zhong smiled and said, "Yun Zhilan..."

Xin Qiwu whispered: "The two female assassins you killed on the street that day are his disciples, and this time Dongyi City sent a delegation to Kyoto for this purpose. ”

Fan Xian asked curiously, "Does he sell wine?" ”

Han Zhong gave Fan Xian a thumbs up and said, "Your advertising placement is not blunt at all, really." ”

Xin Qiwu shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of this. Why do you say that? ”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "It sounds like the name of wine." ”

"Like?" Is the name Yun Zhilan like wine? Xin Qiwu thought suspiciously, forget it, this little Fan always speaks in a Shinto way, and he can't keep up with his thinking.

The maid beside the eldest princess walked over, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Lord Fan, the eldest princess called you over and has something to say." ”

Fan Xian nodded, got up and said, "Okay." ”

After Fan Xian left, Xin Qiwu looked at Han Zhong and said with a smile: "This is the mother-in-law who wants to see her son-in-law, you see, the eldest princess seems to like Xiao Fan very much, so ask him to come and talk." ”

Fan Xian came to the eldest princess, and the two of them whispered, not knowing what they were talking about.

Han Zhong said with a smile: "Fan Xian is both civil and military, handsome and extraordinary, and he is worse than me, and he can be regarded as the best among people... Ahem, there are heroes among people, and the eldest princess naturally likes it very much. ”

Xin Qiwu heard that there was something wrong with Han Chong's words, but he didn't dare to talk anymore, after all, it was about the royal family, and he didn't have so many heads.

The eldest princess looked at Fan Xian and said with a smile: "In the past few days, I have been waiting for you to kill me, why haven't there been any movements?" ”

Fan Xian said: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will give you a move at any time." ”

The eldest princess smiled and said, "If you swear allegiance to me, I can marry Wan'er to you, and give you the wealth and power of the inner treasury, and more you want." ”

Fan Xian looked at the eldest princess's eyes and said, "Then what if I want you to get out of Kyoto?" ”

The eldest princess smiled and said, "Great wish, you must try it." ”

"The minister will live up to the princess's expectations."

Although both of them were smiling, people who didn't know thought they were having a good conversation.

At this time, an old man went to the upper hall, he had a literati atmosphere, and his calm appearance should be Zhuang Mohan of the Northern Qi Wenzong.

Some officials also took the initiative to get up and salute Zhuang Mohan and hold a disciple salute.

"Mr. Zhuang Mohan has arrived."

Fan Xian and Han Chong are both looking at this Zhuang Mo Han, this man who can stir up the storm in Kyoto just by his name, an old man.

Fan Xian returned to his seat, Han Zhong looked at Fan Xian and said, "Be careful, there will be a good show at night." ”

"What do you mean?" Fan Xian looked at Han Zhong and asked.

At this moment, the eunuch's chamberlain shouted, "Your Majesty has arrived..."

A group of officials stood up to pay respects, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

Emperor Qing sat on the dragon chair and accepted the worship of everyone.

There are only two people in the prayer hall who did not kneel, one is Zhuang Mohan, the Wenzong of the Northern Qi Dynasty, his status in the literary world is high, even if he met the emperor in the Northern Qi Dynasty, he never knelt.

There is another one is Han Chong, Han Chong did not bow down, he is not an official of Qingguo, and he is not a subject of Emperor Qing.

Fan Xian saw that so many officials were kneeling, and if he was a small Xielu Lang who was standing, he would not be unorthodox, so he also knelt down.

Emperor Qing just glanced at Han Chong and said, "Calm down, take a seat." ”

"Your Majesty—" The officials all got up and took their seats.

"Serving..."

The palace ladies served the delicacies to the table.

After Emperor Qing moved the chopsticks, the ministers moved the chopsticks.

Fan Xian was already hungry and panicked, and devoured it, ignoring any etiquette.

Han Zhong is more stable, after all, he is a few years older than Fan Xian, and his eating speed is not slow, but he is very elegant.

Emperor Qing naturally noticed Fan Xian's eating appearance, "Ahem." He coughed twice.

The courtiers in the main hall all stopped their chopsticks, and only Han Zhong and Fan Xian were still eating and drinking.

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian and said, "Fan Xielu." ”

Fan Xian didn't hear it, and drank it to himself.

Xin Qiwu on the side was anxious for him, and whispered: "Lord Fan, Your Majesty called you!" ”

Fan Xian reacted and said, "Call me? ”

Xin Qiwu nodded and said, "Ah! ”

Fan Xian asked, "What do you call me?" ”

Xin Qiwu hurriedly said: "You are the Xielu of Taichang Temple, this is the official name!" ”

Fan Xian drank a glass of wine, stood up and said, "Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Qing fiddled with the food with his chopsticks and said, "You haven't knelt down a few times when you see me, and this time I thought you would still stand." ”

Fan Xian said with a big grin: "Wouldn't that be a public wrath." ”

The faces of the hundred officials changed, Fan Xian was too rude and too bold. But no one dared to speak out.

Emperor Qing beckoned and asked Fan Xian to step forward, and Fan Xian strode over.

Emperor Qing said: "Look at the trance in your eyes, you are quite greedy, aren't you?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty." Fan Xian arched his hand and said: "The scene is so big, the minister is inevitably a little nervous." ”

"Hehehe." Emperor Qing smiled and said, "Yun Zhilan, those two apprentices of yours were killed by him. ”

Yun Zhilan stood up and said, "I know. ”

Emperor Qing said: "Don't look at him young, but he has some ability." ”

Yun Zhilan glanced at Fan Xian, eight pins, "Killing me is the only skill." ”

Emperor Qing put the chopsticks on the table and said, "The apprentice who looks at the sword is a little arrogant. ”

Yun Zhilan arched his hand towards Emperor Qing, and he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, after all, there was a great grandmaster in the palace, and his master was almost the same when the sword came.

Emperor Qing saw that Yun Zhilan was interested, and he didn't take the opportunity to suppress it, and said: "I realized, Fan Xian, there is an excerpt from Honglu Temple, saying that you did a good job on this errand, and the war starts and ends with you, I don't want to praise you in public, come, have a drink with me." ”

Someone handed Fan Xian a drink, and being able to drink with Emperor Qing was not an ordinary glory, and many people were a little jealous of Fan Xian, a hairless boy with a hairless mouth.

Fan Xian drank wine and was about to return to his seat. His Royal Highness suddenly spoke, "Fan Xielu, please stay." His Royal Highness hurriedly walked to the hall, knelt down towards Emperor Qing, and said, "Your Majesty, your son has something to say." ”

"Say." Emperor Qing said lightly.

His Royal Highness said: "In addition to martial arts, Fan Xian is also a brilliant person, and his sons are more than amazed by his poetic talent. ”

Emperor Qing said impatiently: "Say it directly."

The Second Highness said: "In the spring of the coming year, it is better for Fan Xian to preside over the scientific examination, a young talent, to mention the world's students, go down in history, or a good story." ”

Emperor Qing said: "Although Fan Xian is famous, his qualifications are still shallow after all. ”

The crown prince also got up and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, although Fan Xian's wealth is shallow, his talent is difficult to hide, and his sons and daughters seconded the proposal, and Fan Xian will preside over the Spring Festival." ”