In the afternoon, Fan Jin got up to visit Yang Li'an's house, and when he left, Hu Xiaoyun took out the county scholarship that Zhang Guang'an gave him in the carriage last night, a total of 20 taels of silver, and asked Fan Jin to buy some gifts and send them over.

"My Sister Yun, don't worry about it, Yang Shangshu is not us small people, people are big officials in the palace, haven't you seen anything?"

Fan Jin looked at Hu Xiaoyun and said with a smile.

Hu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and said, "It's mainly a heart, so you can't go empty-handed, right?" ”

"Yang Shangshu also gave you Wenbao before, it's not very rude for you to go empty-handed."

Hu Xiaoyun's words also made sense, Fan Jin pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I already have a plan in my heart, Sister Yun, you don't have to worry." ”

"Okay then."

Hu Xiaoyun took back the silver, looked at Fan Jin and said.

"Wait until I get back."

After Fan Jin said goodbye to Hu Xiaoyun, he went to the backyard and led the carriage to Yang Li'an's temporary courtyard in Guangling County.

The old servant Mo Lin stood outside the courtyard gate and watched Fan Jin drive a carriage from the distant street, so he got up to greet him.

When Fan Jin saw the other party, he also arched his hand at the other party in the carriage.

"Master Fan, the master is already waiting for you."

Mo Lin's attitude was very respectful, but Fan Jin could clearly feel the abundant blood in his body, and he gave his hand after getting off the carriage very politely: "I'm tired of waiting, this carriage-"

"Leave it to me, you go in first, and the master will be waiting for you by the water pavilion."

After Fan Jin thanked him again, he entered the courtyard, bypassed the front yard and the hall, and came to the backyard, where he saw Yang Li'an waving at him from a distance on the pavilion of the water pavilion.

Fan Jin quickened his pace, walked across the covered bridge, came to the pavilion, and looked at Yang Li'an, who was sitting on the stone bench, and said, "Student Fan Jin, I have seen Yang Shangshu." ”

"Sit."

Yang Li'an nodded, looked at Fan Jin and said with a smile.

After Fan Jin sat down generously, Yang Li'an looked at Fan Jin and said with a smile: "Are you going back tomorrow?" ”

Fan Jin smiled and said: "The county said that I should go back to hold a celebration banquet, which can be regarded as good news for my family." The students are leaving tomorrow, and they are here to say goodbye to you. ”

Yang Li'an said with a smile: "It's good to have this heart." Tomorrow I am also preparing to leave for Dongguang Mansion, about your matter, Fan Jin, I have already reported it. ”

"The emperor said let me continue to look at you to see if you are a pillar or a troubled dragon."

"But my colleagues in the court told me that Jinyiwei has sent someone down, and the purpose should be to investigate you."

"You don't have to take it too seriously, with me, your government test, hospital test, and even township test will be fine."

After Yang Li'an finished speaking, Fan Jin thought in his heart and said, "Thank you, Lord Shangshu, Fan Jin will definitely not let you down." ”

After chatting for a while about the government exam, Yang Li'an tested Fan Jin's knowledge of policy theory, and finally said with great satisfaction: "Very good, keep this thinking to participate in the government exam, I think the government exam can't stop you." ”

The more he looked at Fan Jin, the more satisfied Yang Li became, and stroked his beard: "The saint is a talent, four steps into a poem!" Fan Jin, if you are above the palace test and can keep it, it will be widely spread all over the world. ”

"Students do their best."

Fan Jin also laughed, about the on-the-spot poem "After Dengke", Fan Jin was also very hesitant at that time.

Because the background of this poem is 796 A.D. (the twelfth year of Tang Zhenyuan), the 46-year-old Meng Jiao went to Beijing for the third time on the orders of his mother, and finally ascended to the Jinshidi. On the day of the release of the list, Meng Jiao was overjoyed, and immediately wrote the first fast poem in his life "After Dengke".

And now Fan Jin is just a talent, compared with others, it is far behind.

Of course, there is no poem that can better reflect the joy of students after high school in the imperial examination.

"Haha, don't be modest with me, you kid told me last night that you want to be in the middle of the big and small three yuan!"

Fan Jin followed Yang Li'an's words and said: "Lord Shangshu, in order to express my gratitude, the student has a poem here, which I want to give to my adult!" ”

"Good boy, it seems that my Daming Kingdom is going to produce a poet immortal!"

"Then I'll listen to you, please!"

Yang Li'an said very politely.

Fan Jin got up, looked at this courtyard, and thought that Yang Li'an had just come to Guangling County, and chanted a poem: "Guangling Courtyard occupies Wuhua, and passers-by point to Shangshu's house." ”

Fan Jin said that, I saw that the courtyard was already red and willow green, those flowers were blooming more gorgeously, and some branches in the courtyard began to stretch rapidly, and I couldn't help but want to lean out of the courtyard wall.

Yang Li'an squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, very satisfied.

And in the courtyard at this time, there were two people looking at this side from a distance, it was Yang Xiaoyue and Yahuan Xiangling.

"Fan Gongzi is so powerful, miss, you see this peach tree blooming and growing outside."

Xiangling looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, Yang Xiaoyue on the side was wearing a Yuehua skirt, pouted and said, "Hmph, so what, you dead girl, do your best to grow the ambition of others!" ”

"Miss, I can also compose poems, why don't I see you praise me?"

Xiangling said aggrievedly: "Miss, but the poems you make are not as good as Fan Gongzi." ”

Yang Xiaoyue: "I ......"

The master and servant were still fighting, but Fan Jin continued to speak: "Shangshu peach and plum are all over the world, why use planting flowers in front of the hall." ”

After Fan Jin finished reciting, he bowed to Yang Li'an and said: "This poem "Planting Flowers in the Guangling Academy of the Ministry of Rites" is given to Lord Shangshu, and I hope that Lord Shangshu will not dislike the student's clumsy work. ”

After listening to this, Yang Li'an laughed and said: "Okay, you Fan Jin, if this is a clumsy work, then is there a good work in this world?" ”

"You kid is really good at boasting, that is, praising my family's good feng shui, and praising my fame by passers-by."

"I thought you would continue to praise me, who knew that you kid changed his mind and directly praised yourself."

"This peach and plum is all over the world, but you Fan Jin?"

Fan Jin smiled and said: "One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father." If there is no Wenbao of Master Shangshu, the student is afraid that he will be dead, and in Fan Jin's heart, the adult has long been Fan Jin's teacher. ”

Yang Li'an smiled happily, got up and patted Fan Jin's shoulder: "Good boy, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't take you as an apprentice, I would definitely take you under the door." ”

"But I'm really unwilling to do this, after the government exam, you and I will go to Guangzhou Mansion to participate in the state exam [hospital exam], and the day I win the head of the Xiao Sanyuan case will be the time when the official accepts you as a righteous son."

After Yang Li'an finished speaking, Fan Jin was also surprised.

"How can Fan Jin and He De-"

"It's not up to you to have the final say, you kid, don't you look down on me? Don't want to recognize me as your father? ”

Yang Li'an directly blocked Fan Jin's mouth, how dare Fan Jin say that, isn't that looking for death?

"Students don't dare."

"That's okay, when your hospital test is over, the official will personally hold a banquet for you in Guangzhou Mansion!"

"You go back first, the official likes this poem very much, so he accepts it."

"Yes, the student quits."

After Fan Jin retreated, Mo Lin also led the horse from the backyard, and after sending Fan Jin away, he looked at Fan Jin's back and fell into deep thought.

"It seems that the master likes this Fan Gongzi in his heart."

Accepting Fan Jin as a righteous son, this matter seems to be a private matter of Yang Li'an and Fan Jin, but one of the two is a member of the second rank of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites and Rites, the other is the head of the small Sanyuan case in the future, or the hidden dragon that the current emperor has been caring about, it is not a trivial matter.

The chain reaction caused behind it is enough to cause a small earthquake in the Ming Kingdom.

In the courtyard at this time, Yang Li'an cleaned up the stone table, took out the four treasures of the study from his flower rhino belt, and began to write the poems recited by Fan Jin.

Yang Xiaoyue and Xiangling also walked out of the corner after Fan Jin left, only to see the two of them come to Yang Li'an's side and watch Yang Li'an write poems.

On the white rice paper, where Yang Li'an's brush passes, it is full of greenery, and there is no font, only peaches and plums.

When the poem is finished, the whole rice paper is not a poem, but a vivid picture.

An elegant courtyard with flowers and trees in the early spring, blooming brightly, occupying the essence of the whole thing, attracting first-time visitors in the beautiful spring.

You ask passers-by, passers-by will say that it is the courtyard where Yang Shangshu came to Guangling County to live, Yang Shangshu's students are all over the world, and even the county heads, which are rare to see in a century, are all students of the other party, so why plant flowers in front of the house?

When the painting was finished on paper, the green light flashed, and the white rice paper was restored again, and the flowers and plants on it had disappeared, and what appeared was a font written in black regular script, which was Fan Jin's previous recitation of "Planting Flowers in the Guangling Courtyard of the Ministry of Rites".

"Writing flowers, regular script font, father, this poem?"

Yang Xiaoyue looked at her father, these days because of the appearance of regular script, his father practiced at home every day.

This should be the first time that his father coherently wrote a poem in regular script, but he didn't expect it to trigger the magic power of writing and flowers.

Yang Li'an put the brush on the inkstone, looked at Yang Xiaoyue and said with a smile: "I like this poem very much, so I triggered the pen to make flowers." ”

"Yue'er, this calligraphy and painting helped me frame it, and when I return to Yingtianfu, I want to show off in front of those old guys."

"Yes, father."

Yang Xiaoyue took down the pair of rice paper that had just been written "Planting Flowers in Guangling Courtyard of the Ministry of Rites", while Xiangling went to clean the brush and inkstone.

Yang Li'an looked at the back of his daughter leaving, and thought of Fan Jin, who was full of spirit and talent just now, and shook his head helplessly for some reason.