Fan Jian sighed, knowing that the young man in front of him, like his mother, was a character who could not be persuaded by others, the color of pity in his eyes gradually rose, and he said softly: "The real driving force of this marriage between the two families is not our Fan family, nor the prime minister's mansion, because there are many things involved, so things are a little complicated, since you are bent on meeting that girl, then you can find a way to go yourself, I am not good to come forward." ”

Fan Xian bowed and responded: "As long as my father agrees, how to go to see him, I will naturally find a way." He thought of the words he had heard earlier, and he had some doubts in his heart, and asked, "What if the Prime Minister resolutely disagrees with this marriage?"

Si Nanbo sneered: "I said that there is great power behind this matter, so he can't disagree...... Don't forget, that Miss Lin didn't actually return to the Lin family, and her current identity is still His Majesty's righteous daughter, the county lord in the palace. ”

In the weather of April and May, Fan Xian seemed to have been poured from his head to his feet with a large bucket of ice water, which was called a cold - he didn't understand until this time that his marriage was not as simple as it seemed because it involved His Majesty the Emperor's decision to take care of that large amount of property in the future, and the real decision behind the scenes was actually a certain big man hidden in the deep palace.

I just don't know if it's the queen mother or the emperor.

"Why is the Prime Minister objecting?" he asked, frowning.

Si Nanbo took a sip of tea, frowned, seemed to think that today's tea brewed a little bitter, pressed the tip of his tongue against the astringent teeth, and said vaguely: "Didn't you say it last time?"

Fan Xian smiled slightly, and directly pointed out his father's language problem: "Last time you said that the prime minister was afraid that His Majesty would suspect that there was something hidden behind his marriage with the Fan family, but in fact, since this marriage was nodded by the palace, what was he afraid of?"

Fan Jian was speechless for a while, and it took a long time to come to his senses, put the teacup on the table with a smile, and said, "Okay, to tell you the truth, it is actually the eldest princess who is unwilling to marry her daughter to you." ”

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself what kind of thing is this? There is a lot of trouble, and other people's parents don't want to get married, so what are you doing with this fun? It is better to shake your hand and beg for a clean one, and go and beg the girl in white from the noble family to go. I thought so, but I knew that I couldn't say this, just looking at the situation that the eldest princess and the prime minister were opposed, my father could still say that a certain big man in the palace could be moved and forcibly pointed out to his relatives, it can be imagined that in this process, the Fan family used how much power hidden in the shadows.

"Why is the eldest princess unwilling?" he asked curiously, thinking to himself: "That Miss Lin family is almost from the same background as me, everyone Confucius is an illegitimate child to the little stallion, what kind of high posture do you have?"

"This is an anomaly, Your Majesty pities that county lord very much, even more than the princess. Once drunk, he accidentally mentioned that if the county lord got married, the eldest princess would have to delegate the power in her hands to the county lord's future concubine, so as not to know what would happen to the royal bloodline in the future. Si Nanbo gently stroked the four-inch beard under his chin, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Fan Xian spread his hands and sighed: "I see, it seems that this eldest princess is also a person who likes power." But I don't know why I didn't marry the prime minister back then, and I was happier to raise children and grandchildren. ”

Si Nanbo sneered: "After all, this is a word of love that harms people." Back then, if the princess married Lin Ruofu, Lin Ruofu would be expensive, but she couldn't show what she had learned in her chest, how could she become the head of the hundred officials like now, and the scenery was infinite. ”

Fan Xian frowned, and then remembered that no horse could enter the court as an official, but he just had an empty title.

"If you marry that Miss Lin family, although she, the county lord, is only called in the palace and does not have the emperor's register, but your career, I am afraid that there will be some problems. Si Nanbo looked at him and frowned, thinking that he was worried about this, so he simply said it.

Fan Xian stood up and smiled, "Let's talk about it." ”

"Also, next year, you will start reading books in a few days. ”

Fan Xian thought to himself, did he really want to take the imperial examination and compete with those Fan Jins for food? He smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Next, Si Nanbo told him that the next day, the monthly poetry meeting of Jingjun Wangfu would be held again, and Fan Xian would make some preparations. When this sentence fell into Fan Xian's ears, it was not as terrible as asking him to go to Bagu by himself, but thinking that he might be forced to make up a few old Xin Lao Su Lao Li Lao Du who sold illegal salt, Fan Xian also had a headache.

Fan Jian looked at him and smiled and said: "I know that you are a poet, on some occasions, you don't need to hide your edge too much, although there are people in the palace to help with this marriage, but if you can get some reputation in the Kyoto literary field, the eldest princess may be willing to marry her daughter." ”

Fan Xian responded with a wry smile, knowing that he had written to his sister in the past, it seemed that the old man in front of him had peeked at it, and he naturally couldn't hide it from him, but he couldn't hide it from him, but seeing that his father had endured it until now, he couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's forbearance and spicy temperament.

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There is no Sunday in this day and age, and even if you work, no God will take a knife to cut you. In the same way, there are no Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, or even Fridays in this era, in short, there is no clear distinction between weekdays and rest days.

Shops must be opened every day, and ministry affairs are done every day, and it is said that even His Majesty the Emperor has not stopped for a day. But for the children of the Gaomen clan, which can be seen everywhere in Kyoto, the only thing they can do every day is to play.

After the Great War 16 years ago, the Northern Wei Dynasty was divided, it was difficult to get up, the west was far away, only a thousand horses were grazing in Yinshan, and His Majesty the Emperor gave an order, so that the prince led an army of 100,000 to the west to expand the border, which was also a game.

In fact, Qingguo's martial arts style is quite prosperous, but after His Majesty the Emperor got tired of it, he suddenly became fond of chanting poems. If something is good, it will be effective. Most of the children of other high-ranking families have not done anything, and they are not qualified to lead soldiers to play, but fortunately, they have to prepare for the imperial examination, they can play elegantly, and they have to open up the level with those peddlers and pawns, they have to read, they have to interpret books, they have to read poems, and they have to write poems.

So at the moment, the most popular thing in Kyoto is not the duel between martial arts masters, but the so-called poetry club.