People are proud in the spring breeze, but horseshoes are anxious. Fan Xian, who had been raised in Cangshan Mountain for a whole winter, finally led his family out of Cangshan Mountain in a mighty way. There were six carriages lined up, and they only brought some things. This time I went out of the mountain, I didn't see Guo Baokun's short-sighted noble son again, and I didn't have any troubles, but the faces of the girls who were provoked by the early spring wind were all intoxicated.
Fan Xian was in excellent spirits. For him, spending the winter in Cangshan was a rare rest after entering Beijing. He had made considerable progress in both martial arts and spirit. Looking around at this time, I saw that the coldness at the foot of Cangshan Mountain was already a little bit green, and faint green branches grew out of the winter trees, which seemed to dye the sky in Beijing with a lot of vitality.
The sky was light, and a black cloud was visible in the distance. Strange to say, the dark cloud is extremely thin, and you can see the gray-blue sky behind and the white clouds above, but it still feels very thick and heavy.
With the sound of horseshoes, the carriage turned around the bend of the mountain and out of the range of Cangshan Mountain. The sun in the sky suddenly lit up, and the clouds that illuminated it shone brightly, which looked very shocking.
Fan Xian withdrew his bored gaze looking at the sky, smiled and said to his wife beside him, "I've been in the mountains for so long, I'm afraid I'm suffocated?"
Lin Wan'er looked at him curiously, and said, "What's holding you back?"
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback and said, "Although the mountains are nice, but seeing all the snow-white trees, you can't help but get bored. Wan'er, don't you miss the prosperous life in Beijing?"
Lin Wan'er smiled slightly, with a gloomy look on her fair face, and said: "In Beijing, I'm either in the palace or in another courtyard. My husband knows that I haven't lived in the prime minister's mansion for a long time, so I don't have many chances to come out. Although the life in the mountains is monotonous, it is still more comfortable than those high walls." Seeing her husband's distressed expression, she felt warm in her heart, and said with a giggle, "And there is always you in the mountains."
After saying this, Fan Xian still didn't feel anything, but she herself became ashamed first, and turned her face away.
Fan Xian laughed, and immediately thought of that matter, and said gently: "When the matter of Chunwei is busy, I guess the imperial court will send me to the Northern Qi Dynasty."
It became quiet in the carriage, only the sound of hooves and snorting of the horses in front could be heard, and the sound of wheels vibrating on the mountain road. After a while, Lin Wan'er replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm here in Beijing."
After thinking for a while, Fan Xian said: "I guess I will take Wang Qinian away. If you have anything to do, you should ask your father first. If Teacher Fei Jie is still in Beijing, you can also ask him for help. It is better to do these things through Fujiko Jing." Yes, I have already told him. Of course..." He smiled and said, "I guess there is nothing wrong."
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Back in Beijing, the traces of the lanterns are still there, and the firecrackers and confetti in the alleys have not been swept away. Seeing the passers-by wearing new clothes and still immersed in the festive atmosphere, Fan Xian couldn't help feeling a little regretful. I decided to enter Cangshan Mountain on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, as if I missed the excitement of the lantern festival in the first lunar month.
When the car arrived at Fan's mansion, it was a lot of trouble. The half-new and not old couple bowed to their parents and met with everyone in the clan. It was only now that Fan Xian discovered that the Fan family's reputation was indeed well-deserved. Although there were no high-ranking officials in the court, those distant cousins seemed to be living well in key departments of the court.
In the next few days, they first took Wan'er back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, visited the old man, bid farewell to Dabao reluctantly, and then went to Prince Jing's Mansion to meet the familiar prince. Before the battle subsided, Ren Shaoan, Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, and Xin Qiwu, Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, had two more banquets. These were officials who had worked with them before, and there was no way they could shirk them. Fan Xian had no choice but to get drunk. These two exchanges.
In a flash, it entered February, and at this time, students from all states and counties had already entered the capital. Those who had money looked for inns to live in, some sought refuge with relatives, and those who had no money had no choice but to go to those private schools in the outskirts of Kyoto. In a short while, even the dormitory of Taixue is now open for those who really have no place to stay for a while.
The examination is hosted by the Ministry of Rites and is divided into three sessions, which are held on the seventh, twelfth, and fifteenth day of February. So when Fan Xian entered the Taixue and took office, the time was already a little tight. Fortunately, his five-rank upright position was just a vain job, which belonged to the Holy One who was happy to do it randomly, and the Taixue had no arrangements for him at all. The examination was approaching, and Taixue naturally didn't need him to teach, so it was free.
It's just that occasionally there will still be students from all over the country who are studying at the Taixue, running into his room, looking at him with green eyes, like a pack of very hungry wolves.
Fan Xian opened the folding fan in his hand with a bang, and kept shaking it in the late winter and early spring weather. After getting the students around him away from the cold, he smiled and said, "Everyone, I am still young. Talking about education is absolutely unacceptable, so please don't mention this matter again, so as not to embarrass my face."
Seeing that he spoke humorously, this seventeen-year-old high-ranking official from the official to the fifth rank didn't seem to be the kind of dignitary who waited for others to look at others with supercilious eyes, and the sense of alienation among these students gradually faded away. Someone bravely made a joke: "When Mr. Fan first entered the capital, he once commented on the word character on Yishiju, but now Mr. Fan is thinking about fanning."
Fan Xian laughed and replied, "What does this mean? It means that I always like to mess around, and I can't do anything accurately."
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The DPRK and China have already decided on candidates for the co-examiners and promotions of this competition. With Fan Xian's seventeen years of age, the fifth-rank official position is a bit scary, but it is still far from enough to become these most important roles. However, the title of his poem has long been circulated outside. Although he once vowed not to write poetry again, few people seem to take it seriously. Those students were always trying to lure something out of him, but at worst, if they really got a compliment from Fan Xian, it would be considered a pleasant surprise.
Tanbo Bookstore's "Banxianzhai Poetry Collection" has already been sold all over the country, so the scholars who came from various states and counties couldn't help but feel very curious about this young man who is famous in Beijing. I really found the location of Fan's residence, but only by looking at the door face and the stone lion, did I know that this talented Fan was not just a beautiful woman in his belly, but a son of a powerful and powerful man who was born wearing beautiful clothes. Who dared to knock on the door to visit each other rashly, so he had to leave angrily.
Fan Xian didn't stay in Taixue for a few days, and he followed his boss to check the situation of his sons after entering Beijing. He found that some children from poor families were really suffering after entering Beijing. All the private schools are open, and some earthen temples also temporarily provide accommodation, but living in Kyoto is not easy, and there are still some people who are so cash-strapped that they can hardly even afford meals.
Thinking of the story that Uncle Wuzhu told in Danzhou, Fan Xian's heart moved slightly, so he paid some money from the account of the bookstore, and asked the shopkeepers of Qingyutang to handle it on his behalf, so as to settle the lives of those poor people. . Since it wasn't an act of kindness, he certainly wouldn't let those juzi know that he paid the money, but he complained to his father, who was promoted to the Minister of the Household Department, when he returned home.
Fan Shangshu was a little surprised to find that his son actually cared about these things now. In addition to a trace of relief, it was more of a certain reassurance that Fan Xian seemed content with his official career.
On the seventh day of February, two days before the exam, Fan Xian took half a day off and slipped out of the Imperial Academy. He really couldn't stand those students who didn't study the scriptures seriously, but showed him poems every day. Some students are old enough to be their own fathers. It's a bit awkward for you to say that this is a mess.
Walking outside the imperial city, looking at the clear water in the ditch, Fan Xian felt very relaxed. To be honest, so far, not many people in Beijing know what he looks like, so walking on the street, Very comfortable. Especially when walking under the red official wall, Fan Xian squinted his eyes at the high wall and looked at the awe-inspiring guards in the distance. No matter how calm his temper was, he couldn't help feeling a little proud of it—this young master once sneaked in. What's the matter
On the corner of the imperial city is the Forbidden Army turret, which is specially responsible for looking into the distance. It was from there that Yan Xiaoyi shot Fan Xian who was on the opposite side of the palace wall.
Fan Xian turned his gaze back from there and shook his head. Yan Xiaoyi has now been transferred to be the governor of the North. If he wants to go to Northern Qi, he has to pass by his subordinates. I hope he doesn't know that he was the assassin that night.
Not long after circumnavigating the imperial city, they entered the Tianhe Road, where the flowing water beside the road was still gentle, and the gold lettering in front of the Overwatch Council gate glowed faintly. Fan Xian passed by calmly, as if he hadn't seen those words at all, without even glancing at them from the corner of his eye.
"I said Master Fan, it is so difficult for my son to meet you now. It seems that you have really become a big celebrity in Beijing."
Fan Xian turned his head with a wry smile, and saw Prince Jing's son riding on the horse, looking at him with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said: "See Shizi, I just want to be quiet, how could I know that I would meet Shizi by chance."
"It's not a coincidence." Li Hongcheng waved his horsewhip and said with a smile, "I chased you all the way from Taixue."
Fan Xian was slightly startled, and calmness returned to his clear eyes immediately, and he replied, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
The crown prince smiled and said, "Today someone invites you."
"Who?" Fan Xian's intuition 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. Since he opened his mouth today, he couldn't avoid it no matter what.