In the back garden of the Jingjun Palace.

Thinking that the two families were familiar with each other, the prince invited Fan to be free, and went to greet the guests next to him, after all, there were a few dazzling characters here today.

Fan Xian didn't know the undercurrent under the flat waves, walked casually, found a remote place that matched his feelings in the seemingly scattered seats, sat down, saw a few wines, and consciously poured a glass, taking a sip.

Seeing that there is no white ding around, the conversation must be quoted, Fan Xian sighed in his heart, looked up at the sky, and secretly said Fortunately, the sun is not too poisonous today, otherwise there will be no beauty in this Laoshizi poetry meeting, and you have to listen to sour words, and then be roasted by the sun, it will really become vinegar and dried chicken.

The scholars seemed to be sitting casually, but in fact they were all around the small side of the grass in the middle, so not many people noticed him on the side. A few noble children next to him saw him face to face, but he was brought in by the prince himself, so he curiously stepped forward to salute each other, preparing to set some background.

Unexpectedly, Fan Xian smiled cutely, but his words were seamless, well, ha for a long time, those people still didn't know who this beautiful young man was, and after chatting a few words, they couldn't help but feel a little bored, so they retreated and waited for the poetry meeting to begin.

In other words, the sun is gentle, the willows are fluttering, and the chūn wind can drill into the collar of the person vigorously, the chūn twilight wind, of course, has no craggy cold power, it moves gently like an invisible little hand, it is very comfortable, and it is a good morning light to sleep. Fan Xian was not a wandering madman, so at first he was smiling, forced his eyes open, listened to the poems in the field, and watched the wine on the banquet to raise money, but when the wind blew and the sun basked, he felt that the poems would be really boring, so he felt that his head was gradually dizzy, and he wanted to sleep.

I only vaguely listened to a few sentences, like something "Leizhou Road in my dream, come here again." It must not be that the mountain people ask for high prices, and they laugh at themselves ......", and there are "the wine glass is thick, a gourd * drunk Liuweng, a gourd wine embossed with heavy ......" and "Dongyi characters are all floating zero, and the people are still old and ......"

Fan Xian secretly pinched his tiger mouth to make himself sober, although he didn't like to chant poetry against him, but on this occasion, he couldn't reveal his past life that had not been washed away for sixteen years, so he smiled, but looked at the field a little blankly.

At this glance, I saw several half-familiar characters, these people were sitting in the most comfortable position by the lake, it was Guo Baokun and He Zongwei who had a conflict in the restaurant the day before yesterday. Fan Xian frowned slightly, thinking to himself that the prince of Jingjun clearly knew about the battle between the Fan Mansion and the Guo family that day, why did he call over on both sides today?

seemed to feel his gaze, Guo Baokun, who was across a lake, showing his calm and steady demeanor to the beauties opposite, turned his head, and saw that it was the Fan family who made black fists, his face changed, and he could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor, and subconsciously threw the folding fan that was swaggering in his hand on the table.

There was a student explaining the meaning of the scriptures in the middle of the room, so not many people noticed that Guo Shangshu's son-in-law had such a reaction.

The few people who were at the same table with Guo Baokun followed his eyes, and suddenly found Fan Xian hiding in a remote place, everyone changed, thinking that they were all reading people full of algae blooms, and they didn't bring guards today, if the Fan Mansion kid made another black fist, who would go up to block it?

Fan Xian looked at them with a smile, nodded, and said hello like a friend.

The people at the table discussed something in a low voice, and a slightly yīn smile gradually appeared on their faces, but Guo Baokun, who had always been yīn Shen, had a little more happiness on his face, only He Zongwei seemed to be disapproving.

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I don't know what the girls under the white mans on the other side of the lake are doing, but there are already women in the house who have been copying the poems written by the women there and sending them here for you to taste.

Shizi laughed loudly: "Although women are not allowed to have eyebrows, but this way is not comparable to brute force, you don't have to be polite, you can't lose to those weak women." ”

Everyone claimed that it was, and as the laughter grew, some people came up with the idea of composing a poem on the theme of something, and chose the best three poems to make peace with the other side.

A scholar at Guo Baokun's table rolled his eyes and arched his hand: "If you are not talented in your later life, I don't know how to think the lake is the topic?"

"Wonderful, today rì blue waves floating gold ......" someone to do the support.

"Extremely, look at the lake and the mountains sè...... "Someone does the village."

Guo Baokun rolled his eyes, looked at Fan Xian, and said loudly: "I never thought that Young Master Fan would also come today, why don't you start this round with Young Master Fan?"

Fan Xian came today, according to his father's order, to appear in front of everyone in Kyoto, just to pose a figure, heard that he wanted to compose his own poems, smiled and shook his head: "I don't have that ability, let's please." ”

Seeing him retreat, Guo Baokun felt more and more that the other party was really an embroidered pillow, and said with a sneer: "The former brother Fan talked about it in the middle of a stone, and ignored all the talents in the world. ”

Hearing him say this, everyone in the audience knew that there was already a disagreement between the two sides, and this was a poem to provoke. Most of the people in the mansion are guests of King Jing's Mansion, although they don't know who Fan Xian is, but they seem to be familiar with the prince, so some people are guessing whether he is a child of the Fan family, but few people guess that he is the son of Sinan Bo Fan Jian.

Seeing that others were talking, Guo Baokun took a sip of tea, and said with a deep smile: "This Brother Fan is the one who entered Beijing recently, you should have heard of it." ”

Everyone is not stupid, they know Fan Xian's identity at once, and when they look at Fan Xian, they have a little more pity, a trace of disdain, and many complicated feelings.

Fan Xian's face remained unchanged, still with a shallow smile, but he insisted on refusing to compose poetry. King Jing looked at the smile on his face, and became more and more unable to see the depth of this son, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and he said: "The poem is poetic, Brother Fan has no intention of doing it today, you should recite it yourself." ”

Fan Xian lazily half-leaned on the leaning table, watching everyone in the field come and go, listening to the other party's lackluster sentences, very boring. This appearance fell in the eyes of others, but it was a little presumptuous, and some people inevitably sneered: "Miss Fan's poetry is famous in Kyoto, but the young master of the Fan family is another way of silent words, which is really unexpected." ”

Guo Baokun lowered his voice and smiled: "After all, it was not raised in the house, of course it must be different." Although he lowered his voice, he actually deliberately let the people around him understand that although Qingguo was open-minded, the identity of an illegitimate child could not be put on the stage after all, and Fan Xian's identity was even more sensitive.

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