Proud in the spring breeze again, the horse's hooves are anxious. Fan Xian, who had been raised in Cangshan for a whole winter, finally led the family out of Cangshan, and the carriage was lined up with six cars, and only some things were brought with it. When I went out of the mountain this time, I didn't see Guo Baokun's long-eyed noble brother-in-law, and there was nothing to worry about, but the girls who were intoxicated by the wind in early spring.

Fan Xian's spirit is very good, for him, spending the winter in Cangshan is a rare rest after entering Beijing, whether it is martial arts cultivation or spirituality, there has been great progress. At this time, I saw that the foot of Cangshan was a cold place, a little verdant, and a faint green branch grew from the winter tree, which seemed to dye the sky back to Beijing with a lot of vitality.

The sky was light, and a black cloud could be seen in the distance. Strange to say, the dark clouds were extremely thin, and you could see the gray blue sky behind you and the slightest white clouds above, but it still felt very thick and heavy.

In the sound of horses' hooves, the carriage turned around the bend of the mountain and went out of the range of Cangshan, and the sun in the sky suddenly brightened, and the clouds shining brightly looked very shocking.

Fan Xian retracted his boring gaze at the sky, smiled and said to his wife beside him: "I've been in the mountains for so long, I'm just afraid that I'm suffocating, right?"

Lin Wan'er looked at him curiously and said, "What's holding back?" Fan Xian was slightly stunned and said: "Although the mountains are good, but seeing the snow and trees are all there, I can't help but be a little tired, Wan'er, you don't want to miss the prosperous life in Beijing?"

Lin Wan'er smiled slightly, her fair face showed a faint gloom, and said: "In Beijing, either in the official or in the other courtyard, the Xianggong knows that I have lived in the Xiangfu for a short time, and there are not many opportunities to come out at all, although the life in the mountains is monotonous, it is better than those high walls." She looked at Xianggong's distressed expression, her heart was warm, and she grinned: "And there have always been you in the mountains." ”

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After saying that. Fan Xian didn't feel anything yet, she was ashamed of herself and turned her face away.

Fan Xian laughed, immediately thought of that matter, and said gently: "Wait for the affairs of Chunfu to be busy first." It is estimated that the imperial court will send me to Northern Qi. ”

The carriage was silent, except for the sound of the horses' hooves and the snorting of the horses, and the sound of the wheels vibrating on the mountain road. After a while, Lin Wan'er smiled and responded, "Don't worry." There is me in Kyori. ”

Fan Xian thought for a while and said: "It is estimated that I will take Wang Qinian away, if there is anything, you can ask your father's opinion first, if Teacher Fei Jie is still in Beijing, you can also ask him for help, these things can be done through Fujizijing, I have already told him of course to ......" He smiled and said: "I guess there is nothing to do." ”

Back in Beijing, the traces of colored lights are still there. The firecrackers in the alleys were not swept up. Looking at the pedestrians wearing new clothes everywhere, still immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year, Fan Xian couldn't help but regret a little. I decided to enter Cangshan again on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. It seems that I missed the excitement of the lanterns in the New Year.

When the car arrived at Fan's Mansion, it was inevitably another toss. The half-new couple saluted their parents and met with all the people of their tribe. Fan Xian only found out at this time that the Fan family really lived up to its reputation, although there were no big officials in the court, but those distant cousins seemed to be eating fat in the key departments of the court, and they were living a very nourishing life.

A few days later, he first led Wan'er back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, met the old man, said goodbye to Dabao reluctantly, and then went to Jingwang's Mansion to meet the familiar prince. Before the battle stopped, Shaoqing of Taichang Temple Ren Shao'an, Shaoqing of Honglu Temple worked hard, and there were two banquets, these were officials who had worked together, how could they not shirk it, Fan Xian had to fight to get drunk, and the two Chun came and went.

In a flash, it was February, and at this time, the lifters from all walks of life and counties had already entered Kyoto, those who had money were looking for inns to live in, some people were looking for relatives to defect, and those who had no money and no one had to go to the suburbs of Kyoto to get a while, and even the dormitory of Taixue was now open, for those who really had no place to go to live for a while.

The examination was presided over by the Ministry of Rites and was divided into three sessions, which were held on the 7th, 12th and 15th of February. So when Fan Xian entered Taixue to take office, time was already a little tight, but fortunately, his five-grade Fengzheng was just a false position, and he belonged to the saint who was happy to be indiscriminate, and Taixue had no arrangements for him at all. The exam is approaching, and Taixue naturally doesn't need him to teach, so it's also leisurely.

Only occasionally, there would still be people from all over the country who were studying in Taixue, running to his room, looking at him with green eyes, like a pack of wolves who were extremely hungry.

Fan Xian opened the folding fan in his hand with a brush, shook it non-stop in the weather of late winter and early spring, and after the students around him were cold for a distance, he smiled and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, this official is still young, and if you say the word education, you can't afford it, so please don't mention this matter again, so as not to shame my face." ”

Seeing that he spoke wittily, this seventeen-year-old celebrity in the DPRK and Central China, who was an official to the fifth grade, did not seem to be the kind of magnate who looked at people with white eyes, and the sense of estrangement of these students gradually faded. Someone had the courage to joke: "When Lord Fan first entered Kyoto, he once commented on the word wind and bones on Yishiju, but now adults have the heart to fan fans." ”

Fan Xian smiled and replied: "What does this mean? It shows that I have always liked to mess around, and I can't say anything accurately." ”

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The DPRK and China have already decided on the candidates for the main examination and promotion of this big competition. With Fan Xian's seventeen-year-old age, Wupin's official position is already a bit terrifying, but it is still far from enough to become the most important role. But after all, the name of his poems has long been circulated, and although he once vowed not to write poems again, few people seem to take it seriously. Those students always wanted to lure something out of his mouth, but it was not good, if they really got Fan Xian's praise, it would be a surprise.

The "Semi-Xianzhai Poetry Collection" of the Xiangbo Book Company has long been sold throughout the country, so the lifters who came from various states and counties can't help but feel very curious about this young man who is famous in Beijing, and some reckless people are relying on a mouth, and they really found the location of the Fan house, just looking at the face, the stone lion, only to know that this Fan Caizi is not just a splendid belly, but a real son of a powerful born in splendor, with a strict hierarchy, how dare these people knock rashly on the door to visit, so they had to leave in a huff.

Fan Xian did not stay in Taixue for a few days, and also followed his boss to check the situation after the son entered Beijing, and found that some children from poor families were indeed extremely miserable after entering Beijing, although the imperial court had already made a clear decree to open several large schools in the suburbs of Beijing, and some earthen temples also temporarily provided accommodation, but it was not easy to live in Kyoto, and there were still some people who were shy in their pockets, and they couldn't even afford the money for food.

Thinking of the story that Uncle Wuzhu told in Tangzhou, Fan Xian's heart moved slightly, so he took some money from the account of the bookstore, and asked the shopkeepers of Qingyutang to deal with it on his behalf, and settled the lives of those poor people. Since it wasn't a gesture of the city's kindness, of course he wouldn't let those lifters know that it was his own money, but when he returned home, he complained to his father, who was promoted to the head of the household.

Fan Shangshu couldn't help but be a little surprised when he found that his son was now concerned about these things. In addition to a hint of relief, it is more that Fan Xian seems to be content with his career, and there is a certain reassurance.

On the seventh day of the second lunar month, two days before the exam, Fan Xian stole half a day of leisure and slipped out of Taixue, he really couldn't stand those students who didn't read the scriptures seriously, but took poems and texts to themselves every day, some of those students were old enough to be their fathers, you said that this thing is really a little awkward.

Walking outside the imperial city, looking at the clear water in the imperial ditch, Fan Xian felt relaxed, to be honest, until the end of his eyes, there are not many people in Beijing who know what he looks like, so walking on the street is very comfortable. Especially walking under the red official wall, Fan Xian squinted at the high wall, looking at the solemn guards in the distance, no matter how calm his temperament was, he couldn't help but feel a little proud-this son once sneaked in, what's wrong?

On the corner of the imperial city is the corner tower of the forbidden army, which is specially responsible for looking into the distance, and it was from there that Yan Xiaoyi shot Fan Xian on the opposite side of the palace wall.

Fan Xian took his gaze back from there and shook his head, Yan Xiaoyi has now been transferred to the Northern Governor, if he wants to go to Northern Qi, he has to pass through his subordinates, I hope he doesn't know that the assassin that night is himself.

Soon after going around the imperial city, he entered the Tianhe River, where the flowing water beside the road was still gentle, and the golden words in front of the gate of the supervision courtyard in front of him were faintly glowing. Fan Xian passed by as if he hadn't seen those words at all, and he didn't even glance at it.

"I said, Master Fan, it's so difficult for this son to see you now, it seems that you have really become a big celebrity in Beijing. ”

Fan Xian turned around with a wry smile and saw King Jing riding on a horse, looking at him with a smile on his face. He arched his hand and said: "See the prince, the lower official just wants to be quiet, how do you know that you will meet the prince by chance." ”

"It's not a coincidence. Li Hongcheng waved the horsewhip in his hand and said with a smile: "I chased you all the way from Taixue." ”

Fan Xian was slightly startled, and immediately regained his calm in the clear descendant, and replied, "What's the matter with the son?"

Shizi smiled and said, "Someone is invited today." ”

"Who?" Fan Xian's instinct told him that there was something wrong with today's banquet.

"Second prince. Li Hongcheng said with a smile.

Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, the second prince had never summoned him, and since he opened his mouth today, he couldn't hide from it no matter what.