A few days ago, there was a gossip among these high-ranking families in Kyoto, and the palace intended to give the young lady of the Lin family in the royal palace to the illegitimate son of Danzhou.

His Majesty is extremely fond of this county lord who lingers on the sickbed.

Lin Wan'er is the illegitimate daughter of the prime minister, and she has a very good relationship with Lin Gong and Lin Dabao's two brothers, but in the final analysis, the prime minister's mansion still can't publicly admit her identity.

As the news came out of the palace, most of Kyoto's eyes were on the future master of the Fan family.

It's just that I didn't expect that the illegitimate son Fan Xian had a conflict with someone in the restaurant not long after he entered Beijing.

What's even more excessive is that this illegitimate son directly used black punches on us Guo Baokun and Guo Dagongzi after the conflict, and it seems that he doesn't talk about martial arts at all.

Obviously, Fan Xian, who had just arrived in the capital, did not regard himself as an outsider, and after knowing that Guo Baokun was the son of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites, he still chose to play black boxing without saying a word.

People in Kyoto think that this Fan Xian may be the same as Fan Sizhe, the little son of Fan Mansion, who is a bully and dominates the market.

After Lu Ze, who was in the East Palace Mansion that day, saw Guo Baokun, he knew that the panda eyes of this product were punched out.

Guo Baokun visited Lu Ze that day, ostensibly talking about the poetry club, but in fact, he wanted Lu Ze, the prince, to see that he was being bullied.

Lu Ze only felt that his dogleg was indeed a little cute.

In the back garden of King Jing's mansion, the people in the pavilion and attic on the lake are discussing poetry and songs, and the conversation must quote scriptures, and the lake is sparkling under the breeze and sun, and these scholars and beauties seem to have a vigorous and upward scene.

On Lu Ze's side, the so-called talents all want to leave even a trace of impression in front of the future prince.

The scholars seemed to sit casually, but in fact they were all around the small tea table in the center, which was where Lu Ze was.

And Fan Xian, who was staying in the corner by himself, was a little bored, glanced at Lu Ze, who was seriously commenting not far away, and then looked at Guo Dagongzi, who was like a dog.

Fan Xian thought to himself that this prince was able to accept a stupid guy like Guo Baokun, and it shouldn't be so wise and martial.

After entering Beijing, Fan Xian inquired about the general situation in Beijing.

Among them, the battle between the crown prince and the second prince, which is close to white-hot, is naturally a topic that cannot be avoided.

At this time, Fan Xian knew that his Lao Tzu Fan Jian wanted him to take over the inner library after he and the Lin family girl got married, and it seemed that he was now in the hands of the prince's party.

This prince has a great relationship with his mother-in-law, which is something that everyone in the capital knows.

Fan Xian thought about the treacherous situation in the capital, and thought about the chicken leg girl who was thinking about him, holding his chin and sighing from time to time.

So much so that after the poetry began, he looked like a strange man.

After Li Hongcheng, the protagonist of this poetry meeting, announced the start of the poetry meeting, two pavilions on the lake competed to make poems, and from time to time there would be female envoys holding transcribed poems to circulate back and forth, and there was no shortage of very good poems.

"Ruoruo girl's "Shaking Danzhou City" is really a masterpiece of the highest quality!"

"Please read it yourself, Your Highness!"

Li Hongcheng, the prince of the world, looked at the new chapter that the female envoy had just handed over, blurted out a good word, and then couldn't help but praise it.

Lu Ze took the paper sprinkled with Juanxiu in small italics, nodded slightly, and first gave the volume a full score.

Originally, there was no such thing as paper in the world, and I could only sigh that Ye Qingmei's old-timer had brought many new things to the world, but Lu Ze glanced at what was written on the paper and almost couldn't help laughing.

On the thin, yellowish paper were poems written by Fan Ruoruo.

"The level of the lake in August is too clear. Steaming cloud Mengze, shaking Danzhou City. If you want to help without a boat, you will be ashamed and sage. Sitting and watching the anglers is nothing but envy the fish."

The scholars in the pavilion also nodded frequently, feeling that the girl of the Fan family was really worthy of the name of a talented woman.

It's just vaguely that it's so magnificent

It was a little strange to be written by a woman with some poems that were unwilling to be idle at home, but at this time, in front of the prince, the scholars did not say anything more, for fear of leaving some bad impressions.

Fan Ruoruo's side quickly asked the female envoy to pass the word again.

"This poem was written by my brother when he was ten years old and sat at the head of Danzhou City looking at the East China Sea.

This is what everyone knows.

It turned out that this masterpiece was not where Miss Fan's family was, but where the silent Fan Xian was in the corner.

The eyes of the scholars in the pavilion looking at this illegitimate son were no longer disdain and ignorance, but full of shock, could this kind of poem really be written by Fan Xian when he was ten years old?

Guo Baokun pursed his lips disdainfully: "How could this poem be written by him."

Although Young Master Guo's voice was small, everyone listened to it, Guo Shao said that if this poem was really written by Fan Xian, he would eat the stone stool in front of him, and everyone naturally chose to ignore his words.

Lu Ze looked at Fan Xian, who was enjoying everyone's surprised gaze, with a smile.

Others don't know.

But Lu Ze knew.

This poem is clearly written by Meng Haoran and Meng Da poet "Lindongting Lake Presents Zhang Chengxiang", but Fan Xian changed the Yueyang City in the Shaking Yueyang City to the Shaking Danzhou City.

Lu Ze estimated that it should have been written by the cup when he wrote a letter to Fan Ruoruo before, and today she took it out to support Fan Xian.

Fan Ruoruo did not forget her father's advice.

After all, today is the first official appearance of my brother since he came to the capital, and even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came to the scene of the poetry meeting.

All kinds of eyes converged on Fan Xian.

The latter smiled very shyly, and then bowed his hand to everyone without humility or arrogance, obviously admitting that this was a poem written by him, but whether it was written by him when he was ten years old with a bare ass in Danzhou City, I don't know.

Guo Baokun saw Fan Xian behaving like this, and was immediately furious.

He naturally didn't believe that this guy in front of him could write such a poem, Guo Gongzi looked at Lu Zeran's expression, and found that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not have any hints, so he glanced at Fan Xian coldly: "Brother Fan is really a generation of geniuses, he can already make such poems when he is ten years old, I don't know if there are other masterpieces?" Let's read it down next."

Guo Baokun's meaning is naturally that this poem was not written by Fan Xian.

A smile bloomed on Fan Xian's face, and after getting up, he glanced at Guo Baokun with a slightly downward gaze.

Then he looked at Lu Ze again, bowed and saluted: "I don't know if Your Highness thinks this poem was written below?"

The scholars in the pavilion were taken aback, and the place instantly became audible and silent.

Even Li Hongcheng, the prince of King Jing, hurriedly gave Fan Xian a look at this time, although everyone knew that Guo Baokun was from His Royal Highness the Prince, but Fan Xian couldn't directly put the spearhead on the prince anyway, because it was a matter of courtesy for the monarch and ministers.

At this time, Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian with an indifferent expression, he was immediately furious, and stretched out his hand to Fan Xian: "You are presumptuous!"

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

So cynical, his slightly solemn eyes were on Lu Ze, and his brows furrowed: "What does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince mean by this?"

Lu Ze said truthfully: "This palace thinks that this poem is indeed written by you, but you are not the author of the poem."

Lu Ze's words made everyone nod, and Guo Baokun, who was next to him, shouted several times in a row, "Yes, yes", the scholars naturally did not deliberately follow Lu Ze's words, but they all thought that Fan Xian from Danzhou could not write such poems.

Guo Baokun's laughter became louder: "Brother Fan, why don't you play a masterpiece at will on the scene again? Let all the talented people in Kyoto and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince admire Brother Fan's brilliant literary brilliance again."

Fan Xian sighed.

Suddenly, he looked around at the people in the pavilion with cold eyes, and finally put it on Lu Ze's body, Fan Xian didn't think that there was anyone in this world who could write poems to surpass him, he was a pervert possessed by Li Dusu and the blessing of five thousand years of poetry.

"It's better to... How about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince composing poems with you?"

Lu Ze stopped Guo Baokun, who wanted to open his mouth and scold Fan Xian for not knowing etiquette, and directly beckoned the waiter outside the pavilion to bring paper and pencils.

Lu Ze smiled brightly, and he only said one word in the face of Lu Ze: "But."

And at this time, the pavilion where the girls in the back garden were also aware of what was happening here, Fan Ruoruo was taken aback, although his father's original intention was to let his brother make an appearance with this poetry meeting, but it was not such an appearance!

Soon, Lu Ze and Fan Xian both wrote down their own poems on the spot.

The pavilion where the woman is located is looking forward to this, and the task of reading poetry this time is naturally in charge of the prince Li Hongcheng, Lu Ze said softly: "Leave Fan Gongzi's masterpieces to be revealed later, cousin should read the poems of the palace first."

Fan Xian didn't have any opinions.

He just folded his arms around his chest with a big smile on his face.

Fan Xian muttered silently in his heart: It's not my intention to be famous, but everyone in the capital is persecuted!

I can only say to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Shizi picked up the paper written by Lu Ze, and after looking at it for a few times, he froze directly in place, and the scholars in the pavilion were anxious like ants on a hot pot, eager to come forward and take it in their hands to see it in person.

I only heard Li Hongcheng's slightly trembling voice sound, and after only listening to one sentence, the smile on Fan Xian's face suddenly froze.

He looked at Lu Ze with incredible eyes, Guo Baokun only felt extremely comfortable when he saw Fan Dagongzi like this, and everyone in the pavilion was applauding and admiring the prince's masterpiece at the same time, and sincerely thought that this was everyone's work.

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship and bitterness are bitter and frosty sideburns, and the new turbid wine glass is poured down."

"Sorrow through the ages, sorrow for all ages, all in a glass of turbid wine!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince, what a poem!"

The crowd should be immersed in the pathos of the verse.

The first four sentences describe the scenery and describe the characteristics of the autumn season when ascending, depicting the empty and lonely scenery by the river. The first joint is a local close-up, and the jaw joint is an overall long-term view. The last four sentences lyrically write about the feelings of ascending, expressing the sadness of poverty, old age and illness, and living in a foreign land.

At this moment, whether it is a wealthy family or a child of a poor family, looking at the beautiful scenery of the back garden of King Jing's Mansion, he actually has a strong sense of sadness.

Lu Ze didn't say anything in the face of everyone's praise, Guo Baokun was excited to let the prince hurry up and read the poem written by Fan Xian, Li Hongcheng sighed slightly, in fact, he already knew the outcome of this comparison.

It's just that after he picked up the piece of paper that Fan Xian wrote, he was shocked again.

Everyone thought that another good work had been born, but Li Hongcheng frowned, and quickly said, "Brother Fan's poem... It's exactly the same as what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wrote, and it's exactly word for word!"

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the pavilion.

Fan Xian was eager to know where Lu Ze knew about this poem.

And it was able to collide with him so coincidentally.

Lu Ze directly said that this work of everyone was not made by himself, but he knew such a masterpiece from the mouth of an old man a few days ago, and today he took advantage of this effort to write it out for everyone to enjoy.

It's just that at this time, everyone's gaze at Fan Xian was a little strange.

Isn't this Fan Gongzi also known such a masterpiece from that mysterious master?

That's a coincidence.

Fan Xian had a hint of depression between his eyebrows, and he didn't quite imagine Lu Ze's words.

But he knew that his first appearance in Kyoto had been messed up.

......

After the poetry meeting, Lu Ze wandered around the mansion accompanied by the prince, but there were no strange flowers and plants planted in the side courtyard garden, and everyone knew that King Jing was a person who liked to plant vegetables and crops.

When I saw King Jing, he was wearing a straw hat on his head, dressed as an old peasant's costume, holding a hoe that looked like he was a little old, and was working diligently in the field.

"Cheng Qian has seen his uncle."

Lu Ze saluted respectfully towards the old man in front of him.

In fact, Lu Ze rarely came to King Jing's mansion in his memory, the fundamental reason was that Li Hongcheng around him was actually closer to the second prince, so today Li Hongcheng would be extremely surprised when he knew that Lu Ze had arrived.

King Jing nodded slightly.

Lu Ze didn't care about the image and sat on the wooden pony on the side, facing the water that the uncle poured himself, he didn't seem to care about the dirt at the bottom of the cup, and drank it all.

King Jing looked extremely puzzled, and he didn't seem to expect Lu Ze to be able to act like this.

Lu Ze smiled.

"In front of outsiders, I am the crown prince."

"In front of my uncle, I am a nephew."

King Jing thought Lu Ze's words were a bit interesting, nodded and laughed.