Sending Ouyang Tao and the others away, Yang Fan stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Brother Yin, Sister Xiaoling, Brother Li, let's go to the Yamen of Tongju together." ”

Yang Fan and the other four people came to the Yamen under the leadership of Lin Yongsheng, the Yamen hall was clean and tidy, the previous general judgment had been transferred as early as a month ago, and all the handover matters were left to Gu Shun, the master of the Yamen.

Gu Shun is in his sixties, his hair is half white, he looks shrewd and sophisticated, and his spirit is very good.

The last general judgment, that is, Li Qinglan's father, was transferred to other state capitals to be a fellow governor due to his outstanding political achievements, and during his reign, things were handled very neatly, and Yang Fan only needed to take office.

Lin Yongsheng said with a smile: "Marquis Yang, I have already sent out an invitation, the government officials and local squires set up a banquet in Shengyun tonight to wash the dust for Marquis Yang, and they know each other at the banquet." ”

Yang Fan said, "There is Lord Laurin." ”

Lin Yongsheng is now looking at this Yang Fan, the more pleasing he is, the title of the marquis, and the emperor's honor, he is young, and his future is limitless.

That night, dressed in plain clothes, under the leadership of Gu Shun, he went to Shengyun to go to the banquet, with Yin Tianen, He Xiaoling, and Li Kai following behind.

The second floor of Shengyun's embrace was already full of friends, and when Yang Fan came up, they got up to greet him.

Yang Fan bowed his hand and greeted him for a while, he was really a little uncomfortable with this kind of scene, but there was no way, these people were all future work partners, and sooner or later they would have to get to know.

Yang Fan followed Lin Yongsheng to the main table and sat next to Lin Yongsheng, while Yin Tianen and the others were led aside to sit.

Lin Shiwan also came to the banquet, and as the daughter of the prefect, she also sat at the first table and sat on the other side of Lin Yongsheng.

The others at the main table were other government officials, Lin Yongsheng introduced Yang Fan one by one, and many people were surprised by Yang Fan's youth, but when they thought that they had inherited their father's title, they could only envy it.

After a period of greetings, the banquet officially opened.

There are also many juniors during the banquet, all of whom are the juniors of officials and squires, and they are brought here to let their children show their faces in front of others, after all, this kind of occasion is still rare.

Huang Guangnian is also among them, Huang Guangnian is also a small talent in this Tianmen Mansion, and Huang Guangnian's father is Huang Mingming, a wealthy gentleman of Tianmen.

Huang Guangnian looked at Yang Fan's eyes a little uncomfortable, he never thought that this Yang Fan was actually a Hou Ye, and now he has made this Tianmen judgment, and he feels that the identity gap has suddenly become bigger.

This time, everyone set up a banquet to wash the dust for Yang Fan, and the squires from all sides came to toast one after another.

Yang Fan raised his wine glass embarrassedly, he was a newcomer, these people will have to deal with each other in the future, and it is always bad not to give face at all, but he knows the amount of alcohol he has in his heart, and once he drinks too much, he may do something again.

Even Lin Yongsheng picked up his wine glass and stood up, Yang Fan knew that he couldn't hide, so he had to cover his nose and dry it.

At this banquet, once the wine is drunk, it is difficult to stop, Yang Fan is the same, as soon as the cup is put down, a young lady will help pour it full, and after a few glasses of wine, Yang Fan is already a little dizzy.

Most of these officials and squires are sour and rotten, and it is inevitable that they will sing poems and help the wine when they get together.

As the new general judge, Yang Fan will naturally receive all kinds of care, and everyone also wants to know if there is a little ink in the stomach of the new general judge.

Yang Fan blushed, stood up staggering with a wine glass, and said with a smile: "At most, I am a reckless man who knows a few words, where do I know what poetry and lyrics are, which makes you laugh." ”

Lin Yongsheng frowned slightly, looking at this situation, Yang Fan seemed to be a little drunk, he didn't expect this Yang Hou Ye to drink so badly, he knew that this was the case, he shouldn't have let them persuade him to drink so much.

Lin Shiwan had some expectation in her eyes, Yang Fan had made a clever word for Queqiao Immortal: Xianyun, I don't know if there will be any new words coming out tonight.

Yin Tianen's table was full of juniors, eating and drinking together, Li Kai reminded: "Yang Fan seems to be drunk. ”

Yin Tianen and He Xiaoling turned their heads to look, but even if they knew, they couldn't help much.

Huang Guangnian also sat at this table and said with a smile: "I heard that Lord Yang's alcohol consumption is very poor, and the last time he made a Queqiao Immortal after drinking: Xianyun is clever, maybe he gets drunk today, and Lord Yang can have any new works come out." ”

Yin Tianen smiled: "Brother Huang, then Yang Fan really knows how to compose lyrics?"

Huang Guangnian: "How can this be fake, that time is also in this rising clouds." ”

At this time, Yang Fan staggered over, came to He Xiaoling's side, and reached out to grab the sword on He Xiaoling's waist.

He Xiaoling was startled and hurriedly dodged away.

But although Yang Fan was drunk, he didn't pull down his kung fu, and as soon as the cloud-piercing hand came out, his right hand was like a phantom, and in a blink of an eye, he had already grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword with a choked sound.

Yang Fan shook his body, walked to a spacious place, and while dancing the sword, he opened his mouth and slowly chanted:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!"

As soon as the word came out, everyone was shocked.

Even Lin Yongsheng, who has always taken poetry as a trail, also stroked his beard and stood up, this poem vividly portrays the atmosphere of the military camp outside the Saiwai, but what does this last sentence mean by the pitiful white occurrence, it is inevitable that there is some pathos in it, how can this Yang Fan have such an idea at a young age?

Lin Shiwan held the wine glass, staring at the drunken sword-dancing man with bright eyes, it was originally a magnificent scene, but suddenly turned around and became a little dull, what was he thinking?

One of the officials praised it: "The word Yang Houye is really magnificent, and the lower officials admire it." ”

"It's just that this poor white is a little inappropriate, Yang Hou Ye is a heroic young man, he should be full of vitality. ”

"Yang Hou Ye is young, he should not have been on the battlefield, this should be written about Yang Lao Hou Ye, Yang Lao Hou Ye is a horse, and his military exploits are outstanding, but it is a pity that the hero is late, and he was buried in the Northern Desert in the last battle, which is really the misfortune of my dynasty. ”

was forcibly explained by them like this, this word really makes sense, and they all guessed that Yang Fan missed his father, so he wrote the lyrics to mourn.

Huang Guangnian high-fived and said yes, the whole person seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and he felt that the person who wrote the lyrics was him.

The excited people are not only Huang Guangnian, but also the young men here who are not full of blood, everyone has a heart to serve the country and make contributions, but everyone is a scholar, rarely has the opportunity to go to the battlefield, and can not pay attention to the grand occasion of the battlefield, but as soon as this word came out, it seemed that he suddenly came to the battlefield of the Northern Desert.

Even Yin Tianen, the son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, felt something, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and wanted to achieve something world-shattering.

He Xiaoling looked at Yang Fan fixedly, and said that drinking is a mantra, what is this Yang Fan thinking in his heart? But this word is really good, but this sword dance always feels a little less meaningful.