Compared with the residents in the capital who were waiting to watch the excitement, Fan Xian was not very energetic. He is carefully writing some notes in his study, trying his best to re-copy the intelligence analysis report of the Overwatch Council into a slightly bookish judgment in the tone of a son who has lived in the capital for a long time, so as not to make those in Honglu Temple After the officials heard their words, their jaws dropped to the ground. They wondered when Qing Kingdom had another terrifying intelligence agency besides His Majesty's Overwatch Council, and this agency was still working for a mere eighth-rank association.
Fan Ruoruo was not in a good mood, so he copied the note in lower case and pasted up the note, saying, "Brother, this is really strange, where did you get this information, why didn't you use it directly, and why did you have to make the reason ridiculous Some."
Fan Xian seldom kept things from his younger sister, even Lin Wan'er was worse than her. He said with a bitter face: "I was just lazy at the beginning, so I wanted to borrow the strength of the other party. Who knew that such a meticulous and terrifying case would be compiled. The source of these information is not public, so I can't directly hand it over to Honglu Temple."
"Who is the envoy of the Northern Qi Dynasty this time?" Fan Ruoruo was actually very happy that his elder brother was finally able to participate in the government affairs openly and above board. Although Fan Xian has been educating her since she was very young, she is a girl who grew up in the world of Qingyuan. She always thinks that being a masculine man, making tofu every day is only for entertainment, not for a long time. go down.
"It's not the emperor's party, nor the empress dowager's party, nor the princeling party, nor the soft rice party." Fan Xian sorted out the information on the table, and replied casually: "It's the elder brother of the Empress Dowager of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Marquis Changning, and I heard that he is also a great talent. But this time the most conspicuous person in the Northern Qi Mission is not him, but his teacher, a great literary figure of the Northern Qi generation, Zhuang Mohan, as long as he is a scholar in the world, he is admired. I don’t know what Northern Qi has paid At what price, he was even brought into the mission. When the time comes to judge in front of the palace, I am afraid that His Majesty will also give him some face, and this butcher style of asking for land and money may have to be restrained."
"Zhuang Mohan?" Fan Ruoruo was startled, and a kind of luster suddenly appeared on his face.
This was the first time Fan Xian had seen a star-struck look on his younger sister's face. Ruoruo had always been a very plain girl, except for her elder brother who adored her, she had always been honest with other scholars. For some reason, Fan Xian felt slightly jealous, and said, "Fortunately, it was clearly stated in the case record that this Zhuang Mohan is already seventy years old, otherwise I should be more careful."
Fan Ruoruo shyly said, "As a brother, you don't have a straight face."
Fan Xian laughed and said, "If you really like that old man, you are not in good shape." Seeing that Ruoruo was extremely annoyed, he quickly waved his hands and said, "To be serious, what I told you in the farm that day , do you have an idea?"
That night the moon was shining, and the brother and sister were on the field worrying about the little girl's future marriage, but Ruo Ruo was worried for a while, seeing that no one of the young talents caught his eye, he had no choice but to let it go. At this moment, Fan Xian remembered something, frowned and said, "The last time we happened to meet the Holy Master by the Liujing River, did he say something?"
"What did you say?" Fan Ruoruo rarely showed a confused expression. It seemed that the brother and sister were too shocked at the time, and their memories were a little fuzzy.
Fan Xian closed his eyes for a long time, then opened them suddenly, slapped the tabletop, and said in shock, "The Holy Majesty wants to arrange a marriage for you!"
"Huh?" Fan Ruoruo was quite frightened.
What are the children of officials and eunuchs most afraid of? What I'm afraid of is marriage. If you were lucky, it would be fine if you matched with Fan Xian like Lin Wan'er, but if you matched with a tigress princess like Ren Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, it would be a disaster if things didn't go well in your life. And among all the marriage arrangements, the most terrifying is the finger marriage from the palace, the sacred will cannot be violated, even if you are asked to marry a dude, it is impossible for you to find a place to reason.
If it is said that in the past years, there was still the possibility of sending their daughters to the palace to invite favors, but this Emperor's Majesty is not good at women, so this way is blocked. Even the crown prince and the grown-up second prince did not dare to accept more concubines. Although the crown prince's reputation for lust spread throughout the capital, there were only three deserted concubines in the East Palace.
Fan Ruoruo also thought of what His Majesty said unintentionally, and was so horrified that tears welled up in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice, "Then what should I do?"
Fan Xian's brain was moving very quickly, and he immediately calculated several possible families in his mind. He squinted his eyes and said, "Eldest prince, second prince, Prince Jing's son, although the father is only a servant, but with the status of the Fan family, it is estimated that His Majesty will guide you to the family." Dear, it is only possible to choose among these three people. If you want to choose a minister's son to marry, then don't be afraid, if you are not willing, I will naturally have a way to push this marriage."
If the relative who refers to the relative is the son of a minister, and his sister is unwilling, Fan Xian will naturally think of many ways, after all, his father, Chen Pingping, and the prime minister are standing behind him. The so-called three-in-one master, even the prince of the East Palace is now trying to win him over. As long as it wasn't for those two princes and Prince Jing's son, Fan Xian had the confidence to mess up all the marriages that his sister didn't like.
But the biggest possibility is the three young most expensive ones. Fan Xian was quiet for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but cursed: "I said Li Hongcheng, a kid, goes to brothels every day, but he doesn't want to get married, so he's waiting here!"
Seeing his sister's terrified expression, Fan Xian smiled and comforted him, "The First Prince has been fighting in Western Man all year round, and I heard that he is also a hero. Although the Second Prince has never met him, he is said to be a very powerful person. As for Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng This guy, we brothers and sisters are familiar with each other, there is nothing wrong with him except for his temperament. If you really want to marry Li Hongcheng in the future, I will stand by your side, let alone go to the brothel, even the concubine's room I won't let him take one into the room, sister, don't worry."
It's okay if he doesn't comfort you, after careful analysis, Fan Ruoruo felt more and more that this matter was real, as if it was coming soon, and sadly said: "Brother, but I don't want to marry these three people."
Fan Xian sighed, not wanting to continue discussing the growing pains, and jokingly said softly: "What's wrong, when I see you in the future, I will honor you as a concubine, in case the second prince really becomes the emperor in the future , your mother looks like the world... Didn't you become my mother?"
This joke was not very funny, so Ruoruo didn't smile through tears, and there was an awkward silence in the study. In the silence, the siblings had their own concerns, Ruoruo was at a loss, but Fan Xian was determined. If something happened in the future, he had to prepare some means.
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The venue for the negotiation was not very spacious, it was set in the largest room of Honglu Temple. There was no extremely long table between the Laihou of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the reception officials of the Qing Kingdom, but they just sat in their respective chairs, had tea on the tables, and talked about things like gossip. Fan Xian insisted on sitting on the most inconspicuous chair at the bottom, watching this scene with cold eyes, and thought of a word from his previous life: tea party.
Although he was nominally the reception deputy envoy, but because the process had not yet reached the final stage, and he insisted on sitting below, the officials of Honglu Temple were not good either.
Under the gentle exchange of words, there was a shadow of swords and swords. After a short time, the ministers of the two countries who had met on the battlefield began to raise their voices gradually.
"Hmph! I don't know if you and the Northern Qi won the battle in Northern Xinjiang, or I won the court?" A sixth-rank master in the Honglu Temple could no longer bear the opponent's unreasonable remarks, stood up and sternly reprimanded road.
"The war is so dangerous. My Majesty Da Qi is worried about the people of the world. Therefore, the benevolence and righteousness cease the war. The victory is not divided. How can we know who is the winner?" Seeing that the mustache was taking it for granted, even Fan Xian, who was always calm, wanted to rush forward and beat him up.
Xin Qiwu, the Shaoqing of Honghe Temple, smiled slightly, but Fan Xian could see a bit of insidiousness from this smile. This insidiousness was the confidence accumulated by Qing Guo's twenty years of victories. I just heard the senior official of the Qing Kingdom say softly: "In this case, please come back, your envoy, between you and me, we will fight one more time. After the real battle is won, it will not be too late to negotiate."
What's this? This is a naked threat, this is a naked state terrorism, and this is a naked hooliganism.
There was no shock on Fan Xian's face, but deep down he was filled with admiration: "This Xin Shaoqing really dares to speak."
Sure enough, as soon as this remark came out, the Northern Qi side began to attack Qing officials for their random remarks, which had an irreparable impact on the friendship between the two countries. Unexpectedly, Xin Shaoqing continued to reply coldly: "When did your two countries ever Was there such a thing as friendship?"
"Wei Xiaobao's negotiating style is probably like this." Fan Xian murmured in his heart. The majestic young minister of Honglu Temple actually played a rogue in the exchanges between the two countries. If Qing Kingdom was not really powerful, such a situation would definitely not have happened. .
Negotiations at Honglu Temple have always been well coordinated, red faces and black faces took turns to appear on the stage, and as expected, another director immediately stood up with a benevolent face: "My lords, don't forget your duties, and don't be affected by emotions. It fulfilled His Majesty's original intention to restore the good relations between the two countries."
The two sides walked away, and the tea party ended. The high-level officials had already shown themselves, and the real fight at the negotiating table was left to the hard-working lower-level officials.
It's just that the negotiations have reached an impasse and cannot move forward for a while. And Zhuang Mohan, the great master of the Northern Qi Mission, rarely came out to meet people after he had a talk with the Queen Mother once. Fan Xian was a little puzzled, did that old man come for vacation