After three rì, the ceremonial music is masterpiece, the red lanterns are hung high, and the guests below are constantly coming and going, which is a brilliant and prosperous scene. The Northern Qi mission and the guests of Dongyi were welcomed by the guests of honor in Qingguo, with smiles on their faces, and walked into the most solemn palace of Qingguo along the long passage, looking at the expressions of the three parties, it seems that this world is too peaceful and abnormal, and the war and assassination of the previous rìzi are things that have never happened at all.

The banquet was held in the Imperial Palace's outer city prayer hall.

The palace maids who served the food plates and wine syrup back and forth in front of the flat table were very beautiful, and Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and looked at them busy in the grand palace with a smile on his face. These palace maids found that the young and handsome Fan Gongzi had a different look at them, and they couldn't help but be a little shy, and the faint rouge became more and more ruddy, and they secretly glanced at him from time to time.

There are many celebrities in front of the palace, but there is no sound, many of the guests of honor on this side of Qingguo are the heads of various ministries and some princes and nobles that Fan Xian has never seen, only Dean Chen and the prime minister are sick at the same time. Sitting opposite were the Northern Qi Mission and the Dongyi City Mission.

Although Fan Xian was a lowly official, because he was also a deputy envoy, he was arranged to sit in the middle of the case, and there were some elderly high-ranking officials next to him, so he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. At this time, he listened to the old man next to him smile and said: "There are many rules for giving banquets, but Your Majesty has always been easy-going, Fan Gongzi should not be nervous." ”

This old man is Zhang Ziqian, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, Fan Xian has an insoluble grudge with the Guo family, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, so he has some secret jǐng ti for this person, but listening to the other party's words, it seems that there is no malicious intent, and he can't help but smile and say: "The kid lives in the countryside, where has he seen such pomp and circumstance, if there is anything out of order, I hope the old man will give him some advice." ”

Zhang Ziqian stroked his long beard under his chin and said with a smile: "At Ren Shaoqing's meeting today, it was extremely said that Fan Gongzi made a great contribution to this negotiation, and at this time, no one in the court will do anything to you, just be careful of those people opposite." ”

The eyes of the two looked at each other, and they saw that the Changning Marquis of the Northern Qi Mission was waiting boredly, but the table in front of the head was still empty. And in the chief of the Dongyi Mission, there was a middle-aged man, this big man had a long sword at his waist, Fan Xian couldn't help frowning and said, "Why can he enter the palace with a sword." ”

"Your Majesty is pro-approved. Looking around at the sword gate, the sword has always been untouched, this is a special case. Zhang Ziqian said carefully as if explaining to his juniors.

"Is he the sword leader Yun Zhilan?" Fan Xian gasped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt a fierce killing intent naturally exuded from the sword man.

These days, the Qingguo Imperial Court deliberately snubbed the Dongyi Mission, it seems that Yun Zhilan, the master of the Nine Rank Swordsmanship, is not in a very good mood, even if he sits in the Qingguo Palace, the whole person is still cold.

Fan Xian was looking at Yun Zhilan's sword-like eyebrows, and coincidentally, Yun Zhilan also looked at him.

The two gazes struck like lightning in the air of the palace.

After a while, Fan Xian lowered his head weakly and coughed lightly twice, the sword intent in the other party's eyes was too strong.

This pair of looks immediately made everyone in the hall pay attention to this side. Everyone knows that Fan Xian killed the two female apprentices under the Sigu Sword Sect on Niulan Street, and Dongyi City came to pay tribute before in order to clean up the whole matter. But according to most people's opinions, I am afraid that this sword master Yun Zhilan will not mind slashing Fan Xian under the sword.

Fortunately, now the prince of the East Palace has also negotiated the personnel arrangement and released some goodwill to Fan Xian, so now in the imperial court, no matter which faction, does not dare to gloat over Fan Xian because of this matter. The foreign enemy is current, so no matter which chief officer of Qingguo's side, as well as people in the army, all glared fiercely at Dongyi City's first sword cloud lan, and the atmosphere in the entire palace suddenly became tense.

Fan Xian's face was expressionless, he lowered his head and breathed the true qi in his body, always ready.

At this time, there was a faint sound of the piano on the side of the hall, and in the solemn palace music, a eunuch shouted loudly: "Your Majesty has arrived." "The most powerful person in the whole world, the only master of Qingguo, His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress, slowly walked over from the side, and stood in front of the dragon chair with a gentle smile on his face.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live. ”

The ministers in front of the hall bowed respectfully, and the guests of the mission bowed, and the tension that originally remained in the hall was all replaced by an inexplicable solemn feeling.

His Majesty the Emperor of ――――――――――――――――――――――― is on top, the Empress is by his side, and the Crown Prince also has a unique seat two steps below his parents. On this occasion, other princes generally do not come. The emperor's eyes swept over the ministers below, and said gently, "Calm down." ”

The salute rises, and the feast begins. First of all, the ministers of the Northern Qi mission came out of the ranks, routinely sang praises of virtue, and preached the traditional friendship between the two countries, and then retreated. It was Dongyi City Yun Zhilan who came out again, said a few words expressionlessly, and retreated.

The queen smiled slightly, and whispered in Her Majesty's ear: "This character of Dongyi City is very arrogant. "The Mother of Heaven sits on the top, and the words between them are not at all afraid that others will hear them, so they speak directly.

His Majesty also smiled mildly and said: "If the first disciple of the sword does not even have the slightest arrogance, he is afraid that if he enters this house, he will not have the courage to hold the sword." ”

Some palace maids have already replaced the hot dishes with new pulp, and the ministers buried their heads in eating, not daring to speak. His Majesty didn't speak, and it was naturally quiet.

Fan Xian lowered his head a little uncomfortably, but his eyes were very imperceptible to the opposite side, above the chief who was still empty before, there was already a person sitting on it, that person's face was old, but a pair of eyes were clear and bright, the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be mixed with countless wisdom, and a white sè robe protected his not tall body in the middle like a cloud, without asking, this is Zhuang Mohan, the master of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

I don't know when he sat down, Fan Xian analyzed, it should be when His Majesty the Emperor came, he came in at the same time. It seems that the rumors are correct, this Zhuang Mohan is extremely appreciated by the Queen Mother, and maybe he has been staying in the palace before.

When Fan Xian peeked at each other, he didn't know that the couple who were high up were also aiming at him. The queen took a sip of wine, her eyes gestured to the direction where Fan Xian was sitting, and said softly: "That young man is Fan Xian, the future colt of Lord Chen. ”

His Majesty smiled slightly and said: "It looks good-looking, and there are some poems in Beijing, and now it is up, Xin Qiwu and Ren Shao'an, the two Shaoqing, praised his talent at the same time, I am really a little curious, why the prince and the prime minister's protégé are so kind to him." ”

The queen's smile was a little reluctant: "Maybe the prince understands the popularity of the minister......s?" After all, he will be the son-in-law of the Prime Minister immediately. ”

"Oh, popularity?" His Majesty didn't look at the queen, but looked at his son below, "It seems that this son also knows the importance of popularity." ”

Although she was a little dissatisfied, the queen still felt that Her Majesty was in a good mood today, and she was not only willing to scold the prince like Xiang Rì, so she couldn't help but say happily: "Cheng Qian is growing up, and he will always understand something." ”

His Majesty the Emperor smiled speechlessly.

............ After the banquet for a while, Fan Xian didn't know if it was because of nervousness or what, and kept drinking. These liquor syrups are at most a type of rice wine, the degree is not high, drinking sweet and sour, Fan Xian didn't feel anything, but in the eyes of the officials next to him, the appearance of this young man drinking is really a bit ferocious, even Zhang Ziqian, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, couldn't help but remind: "Lord Fan, don't drink too much, in case the palace loses its manners, it will be a big crime." ”

Hearing the three words of Master Fan, he knew that the other party was reminding himself that this was not on the Liujing River, but in the solemn deep palace, and his identity was not a drinker, but a courtier. Fan Xian smiled in his heart, but he was really unlucky, forcing the wine to his face, and there was suddenly a hint of confusion in his eyes, and he lowered his voice and said: "Don't dare to hide it from the boss, the little nephew is really nervous, it is better to drink some wine quickly, and it is better to relax." ”

Zhang Ziqian looked at him and seemed to be unable to hear himself clearly, so he had to shake his head and smile bitterly: "The prime minister said that he was sick and didn't come, and your father didn't come either, but he handed over your kid to me, if he was really drunk, how can I explain to them?"

The Northern Qi mission on the other side has been really embarrassed by the diplomatic officials of Honglu Temple these days, and when they saw Fan Xian's appearance at this time, they couldn't help but glance at each other, and made up their minds in their hearts. Although Fan Xian, as a deputy envoy, has been silent these days, but the people in the mission are deeply disgusted with the wilting that beautiful face is always revealed, and there are still many spies in Qingguo Kyoto, of course, they know that the reason why Qingguo Honglu Temple is so powerful this time is all because of the bad idea of this deputy envoy named Fan Xian behind his back, as for what bad ideas came out, no one knows.

Now that the negotiations between the two countries have been completed, and the royal families of the two sides have been pledged, they must not be able to go back, but the Northern Qi mission still has a big pimple in their hearts. Looking at Fan Xian's drunken state, Changning Hou yīn smiled dangerously, stood up, and saluted respectfully to the high place: "Your Majesty, these rìzi have worked hard in negotiations between the two sides, and the subordinates of your Honglu Temple are also working hard, I don't know if the foreign minister can give you a glass of Honglu Temple officials to prove the friendship between the two countries." ”

When the Marquis of Changning spoke, the Dongyi City delegation sat next to them, and naturally saw Fan Xian's drunkenness in his eyes, knowing what the Northern Qi people wanted to do, but they just watched coldly, but they didn't join in the fun.

The dragon chair was too high, and the emperor and the empress didn't seem to see the undercurrent clearly, and naturally they wouldn't notice Fan Xian, so they smiled and agreed. The prince also joked: "Changning Hou naturally has to have fun, the so-called opponents on the field are also friends off the field...... Of course, above the wine table, it is only the opponent. ”

The prince actually just wanted to express his own conversation, but this conversation was really average, and he didn't know how things would develop, but he was worried about the officials of Honglu Temple sitting below, these days of negotiations, everyone has already regarded Vice Envoy Fan as their own person, how can they let the people of Northern Qi get Deputy Envoy Fan drunk, but the two sides are sitting far away, and there is no way to help.

Fan Xian smiled and drank wine with the Northern Qi mission, but he was faintly uneasy in his heart, in recent days, the chambers of commerce managed by the eldest princess have begun to attack the bookstore, raising the price of paper and suppressing the price of books, and the simple two hands made Fan Sizhen and the seven-leaf shopkeeper very depressed, but he knew that the real means of the other party should be behind. And his means today just need the help of wine syrup.

............ It's hard not to get drunk, and it's even harder to pretend to be drunk, this is Fan Xian's strongest feeling when he gave a banquet at the palace for the first time. The Northern Qi side was also not good, and six of the eight envoys fell, and in the end, even the Marquis of Changning no longer cared about his identity, and as a result, he died bravely and half hung on Fan Xian's arm.

Until this time, His Majesty the Emperor, who had been talking softly with the Empress and Zhuang Mohan, smiled slightly at the corner of his lips: "In the palace, it has not been so lively for a long time. ”

That Zhuang Mohan had been silent, and only occasionally answered a few words softly when His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo asked questions, putting on the posture of a generation of celebrities. At this time, looking at His Majesty's eyes, it seemed that he had just noticed that it was noisy, looking at the beautiful young man who was holding the Marquis of Changning of the Northern Qi Dynasty and pouring wine, and asked curiously: "That young adult, is the poet Fan Gongzi?"

It seems that this world-famous person can hardly believe his eyes, the legendary young genius who succeeded in winning the name of poetry with only three poems is actually a drunkard.

His Majesty the Emperor also seemed to be slightly annoyed, and raised his voice and shouted, "Fan Xian." ”

The people in the entire palace, in fact, listened carefully to the movements on the dragon chair, for fear that they would not check for a while. Therefore, when His Majesty the Emperor spoke, the huge palace suddenly fell silent, and the birds were silent—except for the young man named Fan Xian, who was still shouting: "Drink to win!"

That seems to be some kind of southern saying, and it seems that Lord Xiao Fan really drank too much.

"Fan Xian!" Seeing that kid was drunk, the prince couldn't help but suppress his anger and scolded, after all, Ren Fan Xian as the deputy envoy is the builder of the East Palace, and it is precisely because of this matter that Fan Xian is qualified to enter the palace, Fan Xian is embarrassed, and in the heart of the prince, he is not very glorious.

As if sensing that the atmosphere in the palace was a little quiet and weird, Fan Xian stood in place a little stunned, his eyes swept around a little confused, but his beautiful face showed a free and easy madness after drinking.

"Who called me?"

All the ministers in the court who were good friends with the prime minister's family of the Fan family, when they heard this kid's response, they all wanted to plug his mouth immediately, then stuffed him into the carriage and hurriedly threw him back to the Fan Mansion.

To everyone's surprise, when the high-ranking Emperor heard this answer, which can only be found in a restaurant, he didn't seem to be very angry, but laughed: "It's me calling you." ”

Hearing this word, whether it is really drunk or pretending to be drunk, Fan Xian is no exception, his arm loosened, and he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Minister...... The minister deserves death, the minister ...... Drink like a fish. ”

As soon as he let go of his arm, the Marquis of Changning of Northern Qi, who had been choked by him, was drunk and collapsed, and fell to the ground with a bang. The Qingguo officials saw that the negotiator of the enemy country fell so wolfly, and the corners of his lips were full of smiles, and he was very proud. The only two envoys of the Northern Qi mission who were not drunk hurriedly helped the Marquis of Changning back to his seat, and his own palace maid thoughtfully sent him sobering soup.

His Majesty the Emperor reprimanded: "Of course I know that you have drunk too much, otherwise I will definitely punish you for the crime of dishonoring in front of the palace." ”

Fan Xian tried his best to maintain a bowing posture, and said with a wry smile: "The minister doesn't dare to defend himself, but there are guests from afar, and they are very happy, and they don't accompany these adults in Northern Qi. ”

"Look. His Majesty turned sideways to the queen and said, "I still don't dare to defend myself, if he defends himself, I'm afraid he will still say...... I made him drink it, and I had nothing to do with him. ”

The queen knew that Her Majesty had always loved the girl of the county lord of Chen, and she didn't know if he loved the house and Wu, so she smiled slightly, neither saying good things for Fan Xian, but naturally she would not be stupid enough to reprimand.

"Fan Xian. This is the third time that His Majesty the Emperor has called out his name in the palace, and the officials listened with pricked ears, but deep down they tasted something else, it seems that the relationship between the Fan family and the royal family is really not ordinary.

I only heard His Majesty say lightly: "Your Fan family and I have an unusual relationship, in my eyes, you are just a junior, and regardless of the monarch and minister, when I speak, you still have to shut your sharp mouth! Don't think that I don't know your nonsense in the restaurant, at a young age, I really think that my mouth is sharper, so I don't look at the people of the world." ”

is clearly derogatory, but secretly it is cared for, and the ministers and envoys will not understand how fools can understand.

Sure enough, I only heard His Majesty say softly: "On this late summer and tomorrow night, the monarch and the ministers are harmonious, the friendship is eternal, Fan Xian, you have a poem name, why don't you compose a poem to do it." ”

The ministers echoed one after another, knowing that His Majesty was giving the Fan family a face, and it seemed that His Majesty had an idea, and wanted to take the opportunity of today's court banquet to let the ministers know what kind of character this Fan Shizi, this Bapin Xielu Lang, was. His Majesty is to give Fan a great opportunity to get ahead, but Xiao Fan is half drunk at this time, and it is a pity that he will waste this opportunity.

Fan Xian's wine was up, and he was indeed a little confused, but he heard the conversation in front of the palace clearly, laughed at himself, and bowed to the direction of the dragon chair: "Your Majesty, the subordinates will only have some sour and rotten sentences, where do you dare to show ugliness in front of the old Mr. Zhuang Mohan of the generation." ”

As soon as these words came out, the ministers all looked at Zhuang Mohan, and then they understood the meaning of His Majesty, which was definitely not just to give Fan Zi a chance to show his face, but to take this opportunity to prove to all the people of the world that in terms of martial arts, Qingguo is unparalleled in the world, and the paper, Qingguo also has a talent that is enough to match Zhuang Mohan!

Fan Xian's reputation of "being a frequent guest in the sad autumn of thousands of miles" has been ringing in Kyoto for several months, but it was only later that he insisted on writing poetry and gradually faded. When the ministers heard his words, they pushed the matter to Zhuang Mohan, thinking that he and His Majesty had secretly had a plan a long time ago to hit the arrogance of everyone in the Northern Qi literary circle.

In fact, Fan Xian only guessed, the experience of his previous life was not enough for him to guess the heart of the emperor, but looking at the recent prosperity of Qingguo's literary style, he thought that this majesty had always been unwilling to have no enemies on the battlefield, but he was always regarded as a southern barbarian by the Northern Qi people on the literary field.

After this Zhuang Mohan came to the country, he was forbidden to enter and leave the palace, although the queen mother and all the ladies respected his literary name, but he was afraid that His Majesty's heart would be very uncomfortable. Bisheng Qingguo didn't have an article, so he was innocently pushed into the ring because of his copyist.

Fan Xian knew that he hadn't guessed the meaning of His Majesty, because from a distance, his strong eyes could still see clearly, and His Majesty's eyes gradually narrowed, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

This appreciation, naturally, is to appreciate Xiao Fan's deep understanding of my heart, and at the same time, he also told him to make a good poem, and Mo lost Qingguo's face in front of Zhuang Mohan.

"If you make a song, let Mr. Zhuang Mohan taste it, if it is not good, it will be punished for drinking. The queen said with a smile, she also knew the thoughts of the man next to her, and laid out her hands in advance.

Fan Xian returned to the banquet, regardless of the drunkenness, poured another glass, let the slightly sour wine syrup taste it in his mouth, and frowned.

All the ministers knew that Fan Gongzi was in a hurry, so they secretly counted for him. When he counted to about fifteen, Fan Xian's eyes were slightly bright, his face was full of smiles, his lips were slightly opened, and he said: "When you sing about wine, what is life? Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, Shen has been chanting so far. I have guests, drummers and shengs. Obviously like the moon, when can you talk about the feast, thinking of the old kindness. The moon and stars are scarce, the black magpie flies south, three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed? The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. ”

Just like Fan Xian throwing poems and beating people every time, as soon as this poem came out, the hall was full of silence.

This is Cao Gong's masterpiece that year, Fan Xian deleted a few sentences, and threw it out, on top of this palace, the heart of the world is just in line with His Majesty's thoughts, and the best thing is that Zhou Gong spit out a classic, and there is actually zài in this world, and this Zhou Gong is not a disciple of the emperor, but really made the emperor, so Fan Xian dared to write it in a grand manner.

After a long time, in the grand palace, the ministers applauded in unison: "Good poetry!"

His Majesty the Emperor looked satisfied, turned his head to look at Zhuang Mohan, and said softly: "I don't know what Mr. Zhuang thinks of this poem." ”

Zhuang Mo Han's face remains the same, he doesn't know how many times he has experienced this kind of scene in his life, and he doesn't know how many times he has tasted poetry, the reason why he can win the respect of the people of the world, even His Royal Highness, these Qingguo officials, many of them read his articles and entered the office, and what they rely on is his virtue and his vision, of course, the most important thing is his own profound knowledge.

"Good poetry. Zhuang Mohan said softly, raised his chopsticks and took a peanut and ate it, "Sure enough, a good poem, although the meaning is interrupted, but it is better than its quality, the poet, the meaning is the first, the quality is important, Fan Gongzi's poetry is full of quality, it is indeed a good poem." Unexpectedly, Nanqing can also produce talents now. ”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, he didn't have any special feelings for everyone in the literary world, he just didn't like the other party's style, and returned to his seat after a shallow salute, but he stumbled a little.

The officials in the court were still whispering about Lord Fan's previous poems. Generally speaking, the literary matter is just here, but the atmosphere in the hall today seems to be a little strange, and a person said coldly:

"Mr. Zhuang said Nanqing before, there is something inappropriate, Mr. Everyone's article is known to the world. In this poem, it is not necessarily as high as Fan Gongzi's level, so why bother commenting on it. There are many scribes in this dynasty, and Fan Gongzi is a leader, not to mention that he has become a poem within fifteen days today, and he is often a guest when he mentions the sad autumn of thousands of miles. I really don't know, in this Northern Qi country, which genius can write it?"

This is very inappropriate, especially on the feast of the nation, which is extremely rude. Emperor Qingguo did not expect that ordinary literary affairs would come to this point. His Majesty's eyebrows gradually wrinkled, I don't know which minister was so rude, but after all, this person was upset for the dynasty, but he couldn't condemn it.

Fan Xian stopped returning to the table and bowed to Zhuang Mohan with a little apology, indicating that he was not disrespectful. Zhuang Mohan coughed twice, and with some difficulty, he stood up with the help of the little eunuch who was instructed to him by the Queen Mother, and looked at Fan Xian calmly: "The name of Fan Gongzi's poem has already spread to Daqi Shangjing, and the poem of Ten Thousand Miles of Sorrowful Autumn is often a guest, and the old man often recites it." ”

Fan Xian suddenly saw a trace of pity in the eyes of this everyone, a trace of absolute cutting off the back road. Fan Xian's heart suddenly moved, and he felt some kind of danger that he had not been aware of, and he was slowly approaching him. He was getting drunk, but he still turned back sharply, and behind the banquet in the palace, he found the face that provoked the war.

Guo Baokun.

Guo Baokun, who was punched by himself, Guo Baokun, the prince's neighbor, and Guo Baokun, who was compiled in the palace, are also qualified to sit on the table today. But it was obvious that the prince did not know about his words in advance. So the prince and Fan Xian glanced at each other, both squinting their eyes, looking at Guo Baokun's hidden smug face, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Fan Xian sensed the danger and smiled slightly.

At this time, Zhuang Mohan coughed twice, and after saluting His Majesty, he said softly: "The old man belongs to the Great Qi, but his heart is in the world, and he didn't want to hurt the friendship between the two countries, but there are some things that he has to say. ”

His Majesty's face gradually calmed down, and he said calmly: "Mr. Zhuang, it's okay to talk about it." At the same time as His Majesty spoke, the queen also picked up the wine glass, opened her mouth, and retracted it.

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless rivers rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. "The palace was extremely quiet, and I don't know what kind of astonishing words this world-famous man would say.

The first four lines of this poem are excellent. ”