Ye Ling'er is the only daughter of Ye Chong, the Kyoto garrison, and her family history - it's a pity that they are all above the martial arts, so she didn't fall into an elegant and quiet xìng style. There is one of the four great grandmasters, Ye Liuyun, as an uncle, and the Ye family's status in Qingguo is a bit special, but this little girl herself is not a domineering and arrogant person, but she feels sorry for the Lin family sisters who are pestering mian on the sickbed every day, and they are forced to give it to a man they have never met, so they are a little anxious.

A few days ago, there was a news circulating among a few high-ranking families in Beijing, I heard that the palace was going to point Miss Lin to the illegitimate son of Fan Fu far away in Shanzhou, as soon as the news came out, Miss Lin was ashamed and angry, and suffered some cold at night, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and her condition worsened. Ye Ling'er was originally at her brother in Dingzhou, and when she heard this, she hurried back to Beijing, which was the scene that Fan Xian saw at the gate outside the city.

After a few more years, it was rumored in Kyoto that the illegitimate son of Fan Mansion had returned to Beijing, but like Fan Sizhe, the little young master of Fan Mansion, he was a rampant and domineering child, and this news made Ye Linger even more annoyed. She went to see Miss Lin yesterday and found that she was slightly ashamed between her eyebrows and eyes, and after several interrogations, although she didn't ask anything, she guessed that Miss Lin must have a sweetheart.

She couldn't bear to see her sister sad and sad, so she went to beg her father to intercede with the palace and broke off the marriage.

Ye Ling'er glanced at Rou Jia, a gentle little girl, and then looked at Fan Ruo's eyes and became calm, she only learned today that Miss Ruoruo, who had always been famous for her tranquility, was also a powerful person in her bones, and at this time, when she heard that the other party was going to introduce a famous doctor, she said lightly: "No need." ”

Fan Ruo didn't stop there, and said with a smile: "If you really feel sorry for that young lady, what are you afraid of letting that famous doctor go and see?"

"Imperial doctors don't have a very good way, the famous doctor you said ......" Ye Ling'er endured it, not showing a disdainful look in front of the county lord.

Fan Ruoji politely explained: "That doctor is a student of Mr. Fei. ”

Ye Ling'er snorted lightly, her eyes lit up, and she stepped forward to take Fan Ruo's hand: "Then it's troublesome sister." ”

After gossiping, the three of them went back to the pavilion, and the rest of the girls saw that the two young ladies were calm, thinking that the matter was over, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the poems made by those talented people on the other side of the lake were also copied, and the girls looked at them, occasionally admiring, but Fan Ruoruo held her jaw and looked at the other side of the lake, not knowing what she was thinking. Ye Ling'er thought of that person, took the scroll of poems curiously, and flipped through it from beginning to end, but she didn't see the signature surnamed Fan, and asked in surprise: "What about Fan Gongzi's poems?"

She thought to herself, since the Fan Mansion was to let the man come to the palace to fight for fame, then there was no reason to hide it. The female official said respectfully, Fan Gongzi did not compose poems, how is it. The lord of Roujia glanced at Fan Ruoruo on the side of the railing, and a trace of confusion appeared on the innocent face of the little girl, and asked about the scene at that time, until this time, the girls in the pavilion knew that the words and swords on the other side of the lake were not slightly weaker than those on this side.

Lord Roujia smiled sweetly and said, "Sister Ruoruo, why don't you come to see these talented poems?"

When the girls were discussing, Fan Ruoruo had already heard it in her ears, knowing that her brother was humiliated on the other side of the lake, she turned back from the side of the fence, there was actually a trace of anger hidden in her calm eyes, and said coldly: "These people can also write poems?"

Although the ladies had always known the way of Miss Fan's poetry, they were still a little surprised to hear her say such words. Fan Ruoruo turned around, picked up the inkstone, waved it on the paper, wrote a few sentences, and handed it to the female history after it dried for a while, and instructed: "Send these two poems over and let those people see them." ”

The female history took the order and left.

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Two flowers bloomed, one for each, and said that Guo Baokun on this side of the lake secretly pointed out Fan Xian's identity, and the crowd was quiet, and the atmosphere in the venue was a little weird.

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of King Jing's eyes, and he felt that the group of people under the prince was really unorthodox, and he clenched his palms gently, secretly wondering if he wanted to teach the other party a lesson, but when he looked at Fan Xian's appearance, he felt that this son must have a means to deal with it, and he should not have to take action himself.

The reason why Si Nanbo asked Fan Xian to participate in the poetry meeting was very simple, it was to make him famous and grab a jackpot in Beijing, so as to impress the eldest princess "Fang Xin", but Fan Xian didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and it really made people wonder what he was thinking. After the poems written by everyone were sent to the lake pavilion, after a short time, a female historian replied and handed the poems written by Miss Fan to the prince of the county.

The prince of the county glanced at it, couldn't help but light up his eyes, and blurted out: "Okay!"

Qingke, the staff member next to him, leaned over, took a closer look, and nodded frequently: "It's really good, it's just ......" He felt that this poem was written by a woman, and there was always something wrong, but thinking of the relationship between the Fan family and the county king's family, he kept his mouth shut.

Everyone was curious and came up one after another, only to see that the paper was written in Juanxiu small letters: "August Lake is level, and the connotation is too clear." The steaming clouds are dreaming, shaking the city of Tangzhou. yù Ji no boat, end of shame and sage. Sitting and watching the anglers, there is nothing to envy the fish. ”

"Good poem, it really deserves to be written by Miss Fan. He Zongwei was also sandwiched among these people, and his praise was particularly loud, as if it was going to be transmitted to the other side of the lake, "Writing about the lake scenery and talking about nature is really a masterpiece." ”

Guo Baokun frowned and said: "On the side of the small lake in front of you, it doesn't seem appropriate to use steam, not to mention that Yun Mengze is in the south, but the city of Lanzhou is on the seaside, Miss Fan is only beautiful for the word, but she lacks something in this word natural." ”

King Jing's son saw something else in this poem, the so-called yù Ji Wu Zhou, who was ashamed of the saints, sat and watched the anglers, and had nothing to envy the fish, although it was obscure, but it still revealed that the author was unwilling to be hidden and wanted to have a way of doing something, which was a routine of dry poetry - he turned his head to look at Fan Xian, who had been sitting quietly in a remote place, and thought to himself...... Didn't you do it?

But this poem is really good, so everyone praised it, and few people echoed Guo Baokun's opinion. While the prince was thinking about it, someone had already turned his opinion to the other side, and Miss Fan's explanation had already come.

"The lake is water, and so is the sea. Thinking about the East China Sea from Yunmeng, my brother sits in the state, his heart is in the rivers and seas, why not use it at will? This poem was written by my brother when he was ten years old, and he is copied out today, just to invite you to have a taste. ”

The previous meaning of the words was ignored for a moment, but it was clearly stated that this poem was not written by Miss Fan Fu, but it was...... Fan Xian, who has been silent all the time, made it!

At this time, the scholar looked at Fan Xian again, and the god was no longer disdainful and complicated, but full of shock and incomprehension, he could write this poem at the age of ten, this Fan Xian, is he a genius?

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