"What is a half-idle fast?"

"It's this study, my father said, this study list will be used for you in the future, and you will talk about it after you get married. I have asked the seven-leaf shopkeeper to go to Lao Hengju to order a horizontal plaque, and the name is Banxian Zhai. ”

Fan Xian felt a little wrong, and forced him to ask, "What is that collection of poems in Banxianzhai?"

"Hmm? It's the poem you read in the temple that day, which has been compiled into a collection by the Taishu. His Majesty was going to make it printed in the name of Wenyuan Pavilion, and it was I who begged my father to come over for this errand. ”

After the theft of the Xishan Paper Mill, those imperial merchants were removed from their posts to investigate, but they did not recover for a long time, and Neku got a jǐng lawsuit from the palace, so he did not dare to target the bookstore again. The bookstore finally relieved itself, and naturally wanted to prepare for a grand show, the seven-leaf shopkeeper, the little shopkeeper of Si Zhe stared at this imperial poetry collection at first sight, and the palace is part of the money, and the palace allows private sales after printing, which is a lot of money.

Who wrote this poem? Who is Fan Xian? Fan Xian is the behind-the-scenes owner of the Bookstore. This lucrative business, whether it is the seven-leaf shopkeeper of Qingyutang or Fan Sizhen who is smiling behind the shopkeeper, it is impossible to benefit the imperial court. Fan Sizhen originally hated his brother for refusing to hand over the stone ten times, but now that he has a collection of poems, how can he let it go.

Fan Xian wrote down the five words of Banxian Zhai's poetry collection on the paper, and wrote his name, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart. That night, in order to cover up his whereabouts in the second half of the night, he pretended to be drunk in the palace, and as a result, he was crazy and did not stop his mouth for a while.

You have to prepare the four famous works neatly, right? The world says that the new language has to come to the book, the Analects, the Book of Poetry, hey, it's really not too little, the overhead version of the Zizhi Tongjian, the crossing version of Sima Shiji, and no one will have an opinion when they are all written.

Thinking of this kind of workload, Fan Xian shuddered with fright, if it really expanded like this, I was afraid that this Lanbo Bookstore would really become a disseminator of advanced culture in the previous life, and fulfilled his grand wish in Lanzhou. said: "Wenyuan Pavilion can't succeed, you have to take it back, I'll re-proofread it myself, I drank too much that day, who knows what nonsense was said." ”

He made up his mind, if he can fool the past, he will fool the past, if it can't be done, then he can only cut the meat in pain and delete it all under the pretext of being drunk, anyway, people who drink too much are prone to amnesia the next day.

"It's out of print. Fan Sizhen shook his head, "I think in another five years, your own words about not writing poetry will fade, and if you come back to the poetry scene again, it is estimated that it will be a lot of money." ”

Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, his eyes suddenly fell on the pink paper in the corner of the study, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Fan Sizhen said: "Gift list." ”

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and then remembered that his wedding was close, but so many things have happened recently, needless to say, his mood has been slightly different from when he was celebrating the temple, he and her mother can't get along after all, and the current emperor can still control it, once the emperor doesn't want to control it, at that time, the eldest princess will definitely kill herself.

Or: I will definitely kill the eldest princess.

The long-awaited wedding is gradually coming, but Fan Xian's heart has some uneasiness and sadness.

A few days after ―――――――――――――――――――――――――, the collection of semi-idle poems of the main book of the book finally came out, and this time the book got the right to print, and Fan Xian personally deleted a lot. He thought he was relieved, but unexpectedly, the bookstore held a ceremony, and in the name of Fan Xian, he invited the prince of King Jing, the young secretary of Honglu Temple, Xin Qiwu and others.

Fan Xian was taken aback, and was only willing to let his talented sister Fan Ruoruo show up as an image spokesperson, and began to sell it lively, but he himself used the excuse of maintaining the mystery of a generation of poets and immortals, and hid in the royal courtyard and fell in love with Lin Wan'er.

Eight products of Xielu Lang sprayed a hundred poems on the spot, the generation of Zhuang Mohan vomited blood and escaped, this story has already spread in Qingguo, although some poems have been spread to the people, but this collection of poems is known as the author's own school version, which is naturally very unusual. Sure enough, as soon as the poetry collection came out of Kyoto, Fan Xian's reputation suddenly rose to a new level.

Xiaolou had another autumn wind last night.

Fan Xian looked at his fiancée gently, smiled and said, "The method you said doesn't work. ”

Lin Wan'er had a sad face, and her lips pouted cutely: "I haven't been out for several days." ”

In fact, this little girl also knows that those things in Kyoto recently, although she grew up in the palace since she was a child, those ladies hold themselves in the palm of her hand, on the one hand, she is sick and weak, and it is impossible to cause harm to those maidens, and on the other hand, it is because the emperor seems to love herself very much.

About the eldest princess's "words", she naturally didn't see it, but gradually heard some rumors. Later, before the eldest princess left Kyoto for Xinyang, she had come to another courtyard, and the mother and daughter were actually a little strange to sit opposite each other for a while, and the eldest princess got in the car and drove away from Kyoto.

Although Lin Wan'er didn't know what the relationship between Fan Xian and her mother's departure was, she still felt that Fan Xian's mood was not as relaxed and happy as Xiang Rì, so she mentioned that she would find a day and go out to enjoy the autumn scenery, and the red leaves of Kyoto's Nishiyama were very famous.

But when he heard the word Xishan, Fan Xian thought of the paper mill that monopolized the paper used in Kyoto, and thought of the eldest princess who seemed to be looking at him timidly behind the paper mill.

Fan Xian knew that the most fundamental force for the eldest princess to leave Kyoto was still the emperor's majesty, and her "words and papers" were just a reason for the emperor to convince herself and the queen mother.

As explained here, the Qingguo government and the opposition today call the leaflets that flutter like snowflakes "speech paper", because they think that this is a kind of paper path for people to speak after there is no way out.

In this rì, Kyoto actually repeated this "word paper" throwing action several times, which made the Supervision Yuan nervous for a while, and one of them waited until he caught it to know that it was the Taiyuan Road Copper Mine Laborers who came to the capital to sue the emperor, but they couldn't enter the Dengwen Institute at all, so they learned such a method.

The Supervision Yuan chased the roots, and finally found that the one who provided paper to these bitter haha was actually Xishan Paper Mill!

But the people who helped these laborers write grievances couldn't dig it out, and only knew that the incomparably soft handwriting was from the hand of a fortune teller next to Qingmiao. However, when the Supervision Yuan went to search the Qing Temple, it was discovered that there were no fortune tellers in this place at all - except for the great priest in the temple who seemed to have never come out in his life.

The matter of the copper mine was naturally handed over to one place, and soon a string of officials on Taiyuan Road were arrested and returned to Beijing, only to be beheaded in a month. It's just that the imperial court can no longer tolerate this kind of paper action and strengthens the management of paper, but President Chen of the Supervision Yuan did not punish those copper mountain hard laborers, and in the eyes of the officials, Lord Chen seems to have become much softer.

He came back to his senses, looked at Wan'er who was slightly sad, stepped forward with a smile, gently stroked her round chin, and said gently: "What do you want? The eldest princess has returned to Xinyang, and we have a chance after marriage, so we naturally want to visit." ”

This is naturally a lie, Fan Xian hopes that he will not go to Xinyang in this life, and hopes that the eldest princess will die in Xinyang from now on, of course, he also knows that before he really shakes the power of the eldest princess and that mysterious partner, His Majesty the emperor likes to play tricks to lure the snake out of the hole, and the eldest princess always has a way back.

Lin Wan'er smiled reluctantly and said: "Look, I entered the palace yesterday, and you also know these things in Beijing recently, the ladies are fine, but the queen mother's body seems to be a little uncomfortable, and His Majesty treats me as kindly as I am." ”

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, thinking to himself who the emperor is having a headache and who is the prince who is colluding with your mother, how can he still be like this.

The two of them talked a little more, and suddenly heard the sound of a grandmother going upstairs, Fan Xian was in reverse condition, and he leaned over the edge of the window in a very chic manner, ready to climb out of the window. Lin Wan'er smiled and said, "Are you really used to it?"

Fan Xian laughed a little embarrassed, looked at Wan'er's slightly pale face, felt a lot of pity in his heart, stepped forward to take her into his arms, and whispered, "Don't be tired before the wedding." As for illness and other things, don't be afraid, if you have me, you will have me in the future. ”

The green branches outside the window stubbornly maintain a vivid face in the autumn wind, trying to prove that no matter how depressed the external environment is, it still has a yearning for beauty.

At the corner of the stairs, the eldest girl looked at her uncle and the young lady hugging each other, and couldn't help but stretch out her tongue playfully.

――――――――――――――――――――― wedding is imminent, the entire Fan Mansion has taken action, and the eldest princess is not in Kyoto, so the arrangement over there was secretly instructed by Concubine Shu. In addition to feeling the glory, the entire Fan Mansion was more cautious, for fear that what was done was not meticulous enough and did not conform to the rules.

But the rules themselves are extremely difficult. Lin Wan'er's identity as the county lord only works in the palace, and in the world outside the palace, her identity is still the illegitimate daughter of Prime Minister Lin, and she was forced to recognize each other by His Majesty at the beginning of the year. Therefore, whether this wedding is based on the etiquette of the lord of Shang County, or the normal marriage specifications of the children of ministers, it has never been confirmed.

The Liu family entered the palace again, and finally got the clear instructions of the queen mother, although the queen mother did not like the Lin family to participate in the marriage of her baby granddaughter, but still had to bow to the world, acquiesced to the Lin Mansion's joining, and also announced that the wedding would no longer be carried out according to the etiquette of the county lord's marriage.

Although the senior aunts of the Fan family who knew the inside story were a little disappointed, they thought that it was a very face-saving thing to marry the prime minister's family, so they prepared again.

It's just that everyone didn't expect that the scene of Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er's wedding was more worthy of everyone's thoughts for several years than the scene of the princess getting married.