Fan Xian looked around and found that there was no one left and right, so he simply found a stone and sat down, took the kettle handed over by the old flower farmer, and did not dislike it, drank a few sips, and chatted with him casually about planting flowers and grass. He basically didn't know anything about this, so he listened to the explanation of the flower farmer's eyebrows, which was a little fresh, but after listening to it too much, he was also a little bored, and he wanted to leave, but when he thought of the poetry meeting that was even more boring, he sighed.

Hearing this child's brother's sigh, the flower farmer asked curiously, "Why is Childe unhappy?"

"The Royal Poetry Club is very boring. Fan Xian winked at him, thinking that the other party was just a servant, and he would definitely not be interested in the poetry club.

Sure enough, the flower farmer nodded solemnly: "Poetry is right, it's all done by idlers, and you can't change bowls of rice to eat, it's really stupid pigs." ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, wouldn't this be scolding himself into it? Immediately, his heart moved, and he laughed and said: "It is indeed a stupid pig" He finally figured out something, and waved his hand about the poem.

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After the poetry meeting dispersed, everyone went home or left home, and what happened afterwards was not spread throughout Kyoto until the next day.

That night, at the daily family banquet in King Jing's Mansion, the prince was going to go to the drunken immortal residence to be able to come back, but he was invited back by the old housekeeper, and sat at the dinner table a little uncomfortably, waiting for his father to speak with his sister.

King Jing sat at the head of the table, and it turned out to be an old flower farmer who had been chatting in the nursery for a long time in the afternoon. He looked at his son, who had always been pretentious, and the anger came from nowhere, and scolded: "You stupid pig!

Li Hongcheng, the son of the world, knew that the word stupid pig was his father's mantra, and he didn't get angry, so he replied with a wry smile: "Why is my father angry today?"

King Jing snorted, didn't continue to attack, and asked, "What kind of poetry meeting did you hold today?"

Li Hongcheng was startled, and responded with a bitter smile, he knew that his father did not like these things of literati, but he wanted to win over the Chinese people in Beijing for the second prince, and these things always needed to be done. To his surprise, King Jing did not get angry, but asked with interest: "There is a kid who came to the poetry meeting today, wearing a light chestnut single clothes, whose kid is that?"

Li Hongcheng thought to himself that there were so many people who came today, how could he remember living so much.

King Jing frowned, as if thinking about the characteristics of the man, and after holding back for a long time, he said, "That kid is very beautiful, like a girl." ”

Li Hongcheng chuckled, knowing who his father was talking about, and hurriedly replied, "What you said must be the one from Fanfu." ”

King Jing raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of ferocity, and shouted violently: "What? You said that he is Fan Jian's son in Shanzhou? I fuck him, just like Fan Jian, I dare to give birth to such a beautiful son!"

The county lord of Roujia listened to his father's rude words on the side, and her face turned red with shame, but she was also very interested in what kind of person the man that Sister Ruoruo had been serving as the teacher. Li Hongcheng glanced at his father with some annoyance, thinking that it was fortunate that there was no subordinate by his side, but after thinking about it, the subordinate should have long been accustomed to King Jing's mouth, and hurriedly asked, "What did my father ask that young man to do?"

"What are you doing?" King Jing snorted twice, after he bumped into Fan Xian who didn't know his identity in the afternoon, he felt that the other party was a little kind, but he always couldn't remember, and because Fan Xian hated the poetry club, he could listen to him say his most proud way of art for a long time, so he liked that kid a little. But he didn't expect that beautiful boy to be Fan Jian's son, and his heart was on fire, and he continued to teach: "You have to learn that...... What's his name?"

"Fan Xian. ”

"Learn from that Fan Xian, don't look at his improper background, but his vision is still very good. King Jing sighed, looked at his son, and said: "Fan Xian, this person, can talk to a flower farmer for a long time, but you are too self-respecting, you must know that the character of self-cultivation is really not suitable for the things you are doing now." ”

The prince Li Hongcheng knew that he was friendly with the second prince, but of course he couldn't hide his father, who was loyal and irritable on the surface, but was actually extremely shrewd, and hurriedly responded. After eating, the prince was about to go back to the study to study, so as to make his father happy, but he didn't expect King Jing to say after a long while: "Didn't you just go to the Drunken Immortal Residence?"

Drunken Xianju is not a restaurant, but a green building, the difference between one word, but it is a world of difference, the prince of the world is tight, and he hurriedly did not dare to say. King Jing stared at his eyes and scolded: "Manly man, go if you want, don't be so irresponsible." When he had said this, he called for someone to kick him out.

Li Hongcheng was still a little cold thinking about why his father suddenly changed his sex today, even though he was sitting in the private seat of the Drunken Immortal Residence, holding Yuan Meng, the most popular Qingqi girl in Kyoto.

In the palace of King Jing in the middle of the night, King Jing scolded while drinking: "The dog is cheap, I liked to go to a brothel the most back then, and I actually gave birth to such a beautiful seed, and Lao Tzu also asked his son to go to the brothel, and he will also hold a beautiful grandson in the future." ”

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King Jing forced his son to prostitute the family affairs for the time being, first said that after Fan Xian waited for the poetry meeting to disperse, he got into the sedan chair early and was in the same place with Fuji Zijing and a few guards. After the poetry meeting was dispersed, everyone had a lot of discussions about the poem of the children of the Fan family, and when they saw the sedan chair of the Fan family, some scholars came up to say goodbye to him, Fan Xian hurriedly came down, sent away with a smile one by one, and ordered the guards to send Ruoruo back to the house.

Before Fan Ruoruo got into the sedan chair, he nodded to him. Fan Xian knew that the matter had been arranged, and as soon as his spirits lifted, he began to arrange the things for the evening.

"Guo Baokun must be living in Shangshu Mansion, and he has to enter the palace every three days or so, called compilation, which is actually the prince's companion. ”

Fan Xian frowned and said, "How old is the prince this year, and he still wants to accompany him?"

"The crown prince is born to the queen, the third among the princes, and he is eighteen years old this year. ”

Fan Xian said with a smile: "Eighteen-year-old adult, what else do you want to do with reading." ”

Fujikokyo smiled bitterly: "It's just playful, so find some people to play with you blatantly." ”

"Does the emperor care?"

"This ...... The villain is not clear. ”

After what happened in the restaurant a few days ago, Fan Xian was worried that Guo Baokun would not be able to swallow the sullen breath in his heart, and he would have some tricks, so he instructed Fuji Zijing to investigate, and also found out the places Guo Baokun often went to and the route home.

At today's poetry meeting, the little puppet surnamed Guo had a prickly speech, even if Fan Xian had a good temperament, he could only keep smiling on the surface, and he was still very annoyed in his heart. It was only at this time that he figured out that he had asked Fuji Zijing to inquire about those things, but he had subconsciously prepared to bully Guo Xiaopifu, instead of worrying about being bullied by Guo Xiaopifu.

(About the poem in the previous chapter, in fact, it is really Fan Xian or I am in a hurry, so I am the most familiar with it, and if you want to say that you want to throw poems and beat people, you have to fight really, and the entire Qingguo people have nothing to say. As for the disagreement with Fan Xian's experience, the previous chapter has actually been ordered by the mouth of the world, and later because of this poem, some things will be provoked, I hope it will be more natural. I think the plot of this book is pushed quite fast.,I don't know what everyone thinks.,There's only two chapters today.,Because it's going to be on the shelves the day after tomorrow.,But I don't have any manuscripts.,And pointing to the new ticket list.,So there's a headache.,Please be considerate.。 ）