The poetry meeting of the Jingjun palace and the poetry meeting held by the prince are the two most lively social occasions in Kyoto, once a month, rain or shine, I don't know how many poor talents and poets of the Han family sharpened their heads and wanted to drill into it, and wanted to move the world with a poem and a sentence, and seek a ladder to advance.

The prince is a good writer, this is something that everyone in the world knows. Although King Jingjun is the younger brother of His Majesty the Emperor, he has always been determined to be a rich and idle king, so he does not have much power.

But if you can get a compliment from the prince of Jingjun, it is also a good way to have a long reputation, so every time the poetry is held, the county king's mansion not far from the Shixin Gate will always welcome many guests, some of these guests are sitting in a sedan chair, some are sitting in a carriage, and some people come on foot, but the old housekeeper at the door is treated equally, and after checking the name post, respectfully invite in.

Fan Xian sat in the sedan chair, his face was very ugly, blue and white, covering his lips from time to time, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit.

Because he thought that he was coming to participate in the poetry meeting, the Sven event, and the blue curtain sedan chair might be more suitable for the occasion, so he asked to sit in a sedan chair with his sister, but he lived on the beach in Lanzhou all the year round, and the boat shook and did not faint him, but this sedan chair made him a little dizzy. While feeling uncomfortable, he opened the side curtain of the sedan chair and asked Fuji Zijing weakly: "How far is it?" ”

Fujikokyo held back a smile and replied, "It's here after the intersection." ”

Fan Xian sighed, sat back again, his fingers bloomed like an orchid, put his thumb and ring finger together, let the true qi slowly release, wash his internal organs, and the annoyance disappeared for a while, but after all, he couldn't cure the sedan car.

At this time, there were a lot of questions in his heart, and he was unwell, so his brows were furrowed. Living in the house these days, I always feel that my father is very different from what I imagined, and there are many things that I can't explain, such as why he values himself so much as an illegitimate child?

He turned his head and glanced out of the sedan chair, looking at the figure sitting on the horse through the thin green cloth, and knew in his heart that although Fujikokyo was currently inclined to himself, he was his father's person after all, and he couldn't fully believe it. He sighed, thinking to himself, he must find some subordinates for himself who can be trusted, Uncle Wuzhu is like a ghost, but he is not a character that he can command at will.

Fan Xian wanted to know what his mother had done in Kyoto in the past, how he met his father, and how he ...... out of this world. This is not just pure curiosity and admiration, but he believes that only by knowing history can we better grasp our present and future.

In the palace of the county king, in front of a garden gate, several scholars were flattered to salute a young man, and they never imagined that today's poetry meeting, the prince of Jingjun would personally greet him outside the garden gate.

The two small sedan chairs carrying the blue curtain swayed slowly, and the prince of King Jing arched his hand with those few saluting guys with some impatience, and then greeted him. It was only at this time that the scholars knew that they would be wrong, but they did not dare to have the slightest expression on their faces, still smiled self-consciously, bowed their hands in a chic manner, and went to the back garden under the leadership of the housekeeper.

The people at the gate of the palace were also a little curious, who was the distinguished guest, who could let the prince go out to greet him in person.

When they saw the girl in the yellow shirt and skirt who walked down from the first sedan chair, the people knew that it was the eldest lady of the Fan Mansion who had arrived, not to mention the relationship between the Jingwang Mansion and the Fan Mansion, but the personal relationship between the Lord of Roujia and Miss Fan, it was inconvenient for the woman to show her head, and it was also appropriate to greet her outside the garden.

"Sister Ruoruo. "King Jing's surname is Li Hongcheng, and his reputation in Kyoto has always been inseparable from places like Qinglou, but in front of Miss Fan, the prince is looking at his nose and nose, and he looks very polite.

Fan Ruoruo leaned slightly, asked Shi Zi'an, and then said with a smile: "What is the problem of Roujia today?"

Shizi smiled and replied a few words, but his eyes glanced at the sedan chair behind him from time to time, thinking that it had been a long time, why hadn't that benevolent brother come down......? There was no one in the sedan chair, and for a while, everyone in the county king's mansion was shocked, thinking which one is this playing?

Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and smiled, explaining: "Brother is behind. ”

As they spoke, they saw a young man of sixteen or seventeen coming from not far away, panting, followed by a close man. This young man was wearing a light chestnut shirt, and the collar button was not fastened, and he looked a little frivolous, but when he matched that lovely and friendly clean face, others felt that this person should be so relaxed and dressed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Fan Xian bowed to the prince and said embarrassedly: "The sedan is dizzy, so I came all the way, and it was hotter again, so I drank a bowl of sour syrup outside the house before, and it was late." ”

"It's not late, it's not too late. When Li Hongcheng saw this young man who had a relationship, he felt very happy, and laughed and said, "It's good that Brother Fan can come." ”

When Fan Xian heard his name, he found that there was one more Fan character than the day before yesterday, and he didn't know what kind of attitude the other party wanted to show for a while, so he paused slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "The sour pulp outside the palace is better than elsewhere, so naturally I want to take a look." ”

Li Hongcheng, the prince of the world, smiled slightly, and saw that the dialogue and answer were gently floating to the sky, so he felt even more interesting, and took his hand, and then his brother and sister entered the garden.

When Fan Xian was in Shanzhou, he knew that his sister made good poems - although in his opinion these poems are often just sad and sad, and they can't escape some boxes - there are still good poems in this era, but it is obvious that the * and those young scholars who often come to the poetry club are not too strong, so Fan Ruoruo still has a small poetry name.

So he was very curious about what kind of behavior his sister would have on such an occasion, and what the lord of Roujia County who caused the outflow of the Dream of Red Mansions and killed the pirated bookseller cheaply looked like.

But following Li Hongcheng into the back garden of the cloister and flowing water, he realized that in such a seemingly open country, there were still separate seats for men and women, and the ladies sat under a pavilion across the lake, with layers of white silk hanging in front of them, dancing with the breeze.

Fan Xian followed Shizi to the other side of the lake with some disappointment, looking at the light yarn fluttering in the wind in the distance, he couldn't help but think of Zhou Xingxing, who was his favorite in his previous life, and sighed in his heart: "It really feels like first love." ”