This night is destined to be an unusual night.

Fan chatted and sent poems and immortals crazy, and the generation of everyone Zhuang Mohan withdrew gloomily, and His Majesty made it clear that he wanted to cultivate the eldest son of the Fan family, the prince's position was stable, and there was too much information tonight, so whether it was the envoy of Dongyi City or the ministers of various ministries, after returning home, they all discussed with their staff or fellow travelers what they saw. But what shocked everyone and discussed the most was, of course, the table of the Eight Grades Xielu Lang Fan Xian in front of the hall tonight.

In the end, a common conclusion was reached, Xiao Fan is really a poet.

Some people also wonder if Fan Xian has written such poems over the years, and then finished them in one night. Because after all, these poems have different situations and different feelings, and if it is said that they wander in such a different and intense relationship overnight, they can still be natural, but I am afraid that the poet will also go crazy.

But no matter which one it is, everyone still thinks that Fan Xian is not an ordinary person. Nonsense, what ordinary person can hold out so many good poems like cabbage, even if you are not afraid of being tired, you have to be able to grow it.

All in all, in the world that is close to the world of Qingguo, a wonderful chapter that should be beautiful or agitated or gloomy will land in the mouth of Fan Xian, either unwillingly or willingly, and from then on, it will become an inseparable part of the jīng god in this world.

There are some unclear classics and incomprehensible points in those poems, all of which are regarded by everyone as Xiao Fan's slurred speech after drinking too much, and they are ready to wait for him to sober up and ask for advice carefully. As for whether Fan Xian will be forced to write an alternate general history of China and write all four famous works in the future because he wants to lie, or resolutely slash from the palace to avoid trouble, that is a later story.

――――――――――――――――――――――― back to Fan's carriage, Fan Xian was still sleeping soundly, and later someone with good deeds calculated for him that at the palace banquet that night, he didn't care how much he wrote poems for the time being, even the imperial wine also drank a full nine catties. So when his psalms were destined to intoxicate many scholars in the world, he himself was so drunk that he was unconscious.

He was carried out of the palace by the eunuch from the feet of the emperor's majesty, and he was full of alcohol, full of prison and speechless, and it was also a loss that he did not faint in the eyes of everyone looking at the gods.

got into the carriage of the Fan Mansion, and the father-in-law in the palace carefully told the people of the Fan Mansion to take good care of their masters, and those old adults all spoke, this lord's head is the treasure of Qingguo, and he didn't dare to break it.

When the car arrived at the Fan Mansion, the well-informed Fan Mansion had already known that their eldest young master had taken a great splendor in front of the palace, and slapped Zhuang Mohan in the face, and the mansion was honored. The attendants happily carried him out of the carriage, and Liu himself opened the way, sent him into the bedroom, and then cooked the decanting soup himself. Fan Ruoruo was worried that Yahuan was not careful enough, so she carefully twisted the towel and moistened his somewhat dry lips.

Fan Sizhe, who was woken up, rubbed his sour eyes, and looked at his brother who was drunk and unconscious with jealousy and admiration. Si Nan Bo Fan Jian was smiling in the study, with a comforting look, even the subordinates who couldn't understand the text and ink could understand these four words on the old man's face, and he thought to himself What should be written in the excerpt for His Majesty? It is estimated that His Majesty should not be surprised by what happened to Fan Xian, after all, he is the child of the Heavenly Veiner.

The night was getting deeper, and after a period of excitement, everyone gradually dispersed, not daring to disturb Fan Xian's drunken dream, but at this time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said to his sister who was guarding the bed: "In the belt, the light green sè balls." ”

If you see that he is awake and have no time to ask, quickly walk over and take the pill from his belt, and carefully feed him to swallow.

Fan Xian closed his eyes for a long time, slowly transported his true qi, and found that this hangover pill really had a miraculous effect, and there was no longer the slightest discomfort in his chest and abdomen, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his brain. Of course, he wasn't really drunk, otherwise when he was "reciting" in the temple before, if he didn't pay attention to reading out the original authors of those poems, it would really be jīng Cai.

"I'm worried that no one will come to see me in the middle of the night, after all, I should be drunk now. Fan Xian frowned and thought while wearing his night clothes with the help of his sister, his eyes were clear, in fact, he had not been so drunk in the palace before.

"Probably not, I told you, I'll take care of you myself tonight. Fan Ruoruo knew what he was going to do, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Liu's ......" Fan Xian frowned, "Will you come to take care of me?"

"I'm watching here, and no one should come in. Fan Ruoruo looked at his eyes worriedly, and said in a low voice, "But brother, you'd better hurry." ”

Fan Xian touched the dagger on the sole of his boot, the three fine needles in his hair, and the pill on his waist, confirmed that he was fully equipped, and nodded: "I will do my best." ”

From the back of the house to the house where he was preparing for the wedding, he had already put on his night clothes at this time, and it was extremely difficult to be found under the cover of the night. Got out from under the prepared courtyard wall, where a carriage was already parked.

Fan Xianlu's eyebrows outside the black scarf furrowed slightly, although there was no curfew in Beijing, but the management on the street at night was still strict, and the city patrol division was extremely miserable after the Niulan Street incident, so now the guard is extremely serious. So he temporarily gave up the idea of using a carriage to get around, and with a shake of the human form, his true qi was transported to his whole body, and he immediately accelerated and disappeared into the dark night of Kyoto.

Fan's mansion is not far from the palace, and in a short time, Fan Xian has already touched the foot of the west of the imperial city, which is the place where the palace miscellaneous servants and the inner city are handed over, and it is usually a little lively, but now it is night, and it has become quiet. Under the cover of the dwarf trees, he jumped to the side of the Yudai River with his body half-bowed, hooked the stone railing on the riverside with his left hand, and moved forward like a koala.

The lights ahead were a little bright, but the river was dark. Fan Xian didn't dare to be careless, relying on the endless supply of domineering true qi in his body, half-closed breathing, and carefully moved his body.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally bypassed the two arched bridges and came to the secluded woods on the side of the palace. Fan Xian relaxed slightly, opened his mouth and breathed twice a little rapidly, feeling that his body had gradually become excited, as if this dangerous activity made him enjoy it very much.

The palace wall next to this forest is five zhang high, and the wall surface is extremely smooth, and there is no trace of it at all. There is no way for the world's martial arts powerhouses to leap over, of course, for the Liao Liao few people who have been promoted to the grandmaster level, whether this high wall can work or not remains to be tested by practice.

Fan Xian is not one of the four great grandmasters, but he has some other methods, the vermilion wall skin in front of him looks a little blue in the dark night, he swept from the woods to the wall like a shadow, found a dark corner that the palace lamp could not illuminate, forcibly calmed his mind, sat cross-legged, and slowly turned the domineering true qi in his body into a warm qi silk, regulating the condition of his body.

―――――――――――――――――――――――― deep palace, not far from Hanguang Palace, Hong Sizhen sat quietly in his room, the queen mother was not in good health today, and she heard that the emperor had entered some funny things at the court banquet today, and when she heard that Zhuang Mohan was actually vomited blood by Fan Xian, the queen mother couldn't help laughing, but somehow, it seemed that there was some sadness shared by old people, so she went to bed early.

Hong Sizhen has been in this palace for dozens of years, and the little eunuchs don't know how old he is, and it is estimated that he is also seventy or eighty years old? Anyway, Hong Sizhen's only job in the palace now is to talk to the queen mother. He has stayed here since the founding of Qingguo, and when he was young, he liked to go out of the palace to visit, and when he was old, he found that there was no difference between outside the palace and inside the palace.

Hong Sizhen took a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then took a small wine glass and took a sip with great enjoyment. The oil lamp on the table was dim, and the old eunuch thought that the son of the Fan family was drunk and crazy in the palace today, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile a little, even if it was a eunuch, our family was also a eunuch in Qingguo, which could make the people of Northern Qi deflated, and Gonggong Hong was in a good mood.

At the other end of the inner palace, His Majesty's study was lit with bright candles, which was naturally much brighter than the eunuchs' rooms. This emperor was a diligent and loving emperor, so he often reviewed the recitals at night, and the eunuchs had long been accustomed to it, just keeping a supper with warm water, waiting for the summons at any time.

It was late at night after the banquet in front of the palace, but the emperor was still diligent, sitting at the table, holding a brush in his hand, the tip of the hair stained with bright red, like a silent knife that kills people. Suddenly, the tip of his pen hung in the air above the movement, and his brow furrowed.

The eunuch on the side said thoughtfully: "Your Majesty is not tired, why don't you rest for a while?"

The emperor scolded with a smile: "Tonight in the palace, haven't you copied the poem and broken your hand?" ”

The eunuch pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "The dynasty produces poets, and the slaves can't wait to copy like this every day." ”

The emperor smiled and didn't say anything more, but occasionally glanced up at the window, always feeling that there was something strange in the dark night there.

............ The palace was very large, and the palace was very quiet on a summer night, and the palace ladies were sleepy with their eyes half-closed, but they did not dare to sleep for a while. The guards were carefully guarding the outer city, but the inner palace felt peaceful.

In the corner of the wall, next to the rockery, Wuzhu, who was wearing a new slightly brown dress, dissolved with the night sè, and the only eyes that could be noticed were also covered by the black cloth. His whole body seemed to have turned into a very similar existence to the dead things around him with the help of some kind of exercise.

His breathing and heartbeat had slowed to the extreme, moving in perfect harmony with the gentle night breeze around him. Even if someone walks past him, if he doesn't deliberately look over there, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find his existence.

Wuzhu "looked" at the light in the emperor's study, I don't know how long, and then he slowly lowered his head, put on a black hood, and walked silently in the other direction of the palace. The route he walked was very clever to avoid the lights, to take advantage of the terrain, to follow the grass and flowers, to enter the mountains without a trace, to patrol the lake silently, as terrifying as a ghost, like a leisurely walk in the heavily guarded inner palace.