At the same time, both the emperor and Haitang looked at Fan Xian with very surprised eyes. The emperor was just asking casually, but Fan Xian answered the word "Heaven and man are one", which shocked these two top figures in Qi. It must be known that among the four great masters in the world, the Kuhe sect emphasizes the unity of man and nature, and the natural way of Taoism. It's just that this secret has never been passed on to outsiders. At this time, Fan Xian casually said it through the scene. appalled.
Haitang's peaceful and bright eyes stared at Fan Xian's cheeks, as if she wanted to see clearly whether this world-renowned poet got it by chance, or if she really saw some truth through the scenery of the palace.
Fan Xian didn't have this kind of self-awareness. The so-called "harmony between man and nature" was a topic that he had talked about in philosophy class in his distant memory. He said it casually, and of course he didn't expect to shock others so much. Looking at the thoughtful expressions of the emperor and Haitang at this moment, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong with the minister?"
The emperor laughed and said, "Extremely true, what's wrong with it? Fan Xian, you really deserve to be a generation of poets. What you said casually is actually coincident and reasonable." The emperor smiled slightly and looked at it. Haitang glanced at her and said, "What do you think of Mr. Fan's words?"
Haitang saluted and said: "Mr. Fan's theory of scenery can be described as a good one."
The three chatted casually for a few more words before covering up the matter. The emperor suddenly frowned and said: "I stayed here for a long time in the mountain pavilion last month. At that time, the tree was on the pavilion, the moon was on the cloud, I was on the flowing water, and the breeze was blowing all around. I felt very happy and forgetful. The troubles of the world are gone, so I often stop here these days, but I can’t find that feeling anymore, I don’t know why.”
Haitang suddenly showed a solemn expression. Said: "Your Majesty is the lord of the Qi Kingdom, and the hearts of the people of the world are all aspirations. The troubles in this world already exist. It is reluctant to forget, not to mention that your Majesty is the safety of the world, and your Majesty's thoughts influence the happiness of all people. Can seek the pleasure of the moment. And forget the troubles of the world? Your Majesty should always remember that most of the people in the world are in distress, and take the troubles of the people as their own troubles. This is what a generation of emperors should stick to."
The emperor received the teaching awe-inspiringly, stood up and saluted, and said, "Thank you, little aunt, for your guidance."
Fan Xian watched indifferently from the sidelines, and was a little surprised to find that the emperor really showed a look of being educated. It seems that this Haitang, who has been tormented enough by him, has such a high status in Qi, but he can't help but feel a little disapproving of Haitang's statement. Although he didn't show it on his face, there was a flash in his eyes A smile.
But how could such a slight change escape the eyes of a ninth-rank expert
"What's the difference, Mr. Fan?" It was amazing that there was no hostility or bitterness in Haitang's question, but it was more like a normal question. Northern Qi likes to debate the art of establishing a school to help the world, so from the perspective of accommodating other opinions, it is better than Qing's ethos.
Fan Xian frowned slightly, then said with a smile, "Worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later. Naturally, this is the philosophy that an emperor and a courtier should uphold. But according to Miss Haitang, day and night cannot Forget the sufferings of the common people in the world. Although His Majesty can use this to be vigilant, unremitting in political affairs, and benefiting the people, but in the long run, it will inevitably be too tiring. If you are mentally weak, no matter how much you wish, you will not be able to do things well. Therefore, I believe that when you can forget your worries, you must forget them thoroughly, as the saying goes, the world is always worried, and the Son of Heaven should not be constantly worried."
His explanation was not convincing, but the beauty was in the first two sentences, Haitang's eyes brightened after hearing these two sentences, she didn't listen to what he said later, she just slowly chewed on it taste.
And His Majesty the Emperor even clapped the case and applauded: "It's a good sentence to worry about the world's worries first, and to be happy after the world's joy. Fan Qing's words really show the loyalty of a courtier and the emperor's support. Good! Good! Good!"
The eunuchs and maids around didn't quite understand what the emperor was talking about, but seeing that the envoy from the Southern Dynasty was able to make His Majesty so happy, they couldn't help smiling and gave Fan Xian a thankful look.
Fan Xian smiled, didn't say much, and gave a thumbs up to the porridge buddy in his previous life from the bottom of his heart.
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The young emperor had already started to call Fan Xian Fan Qing, so it was obvious that the emperor admired Fan Xian very much. The emperor left this foreign minister in the palace today because he had other important arrangements. As for enjoying the scenery, it was because the young lady Haitang was arranged behind the queen mother, and it was not convenient for the emperor to talk to Fan Xian, so he deliberately The topic he was looking for, unexpectedly, Fan Xian's response was rather tasteful.
The emperor looked at Fan Xian with a smile and said, "Mr. Fan is both civil and military. He is really a rare talent in the world."
Fan Xian repeatedly said he didn't dare, but Haitang suddenly said, "Then according to Mr. Fan, how should we view the way of heaven and man?"
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, thinking that he was the worst at talking in the dark, the previous words were already very depressing, why should he continue. The emperor smiled slightly, waved his hand to stop Haitang's questioning, and asked instead: "Then Mr. Fan, why do you think I can't find the clear mind of that night?"
Fan Xian frowned slightly, looked around the mountain pavilion, pointed to the stick of incense and said softly: "Your Majesty, remove this incense, and retreat to the people around you, maybe you can regain the feeling you had that night."
The emperor was slightly surprised, and according to his words, he asked all the eunuchs and maids to retreat to a place where they could not be seen in the distance, and removed the incense stick that calmed the nerves. After a while, the breeze revived, blowing away the fragrance, leaving only a faint palace in the mountains.
The emperor slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, his face showed joy, he opened his eyes and smiled and said, "I really feel something."
Fan Xian explained with a smile: "The incense used in the imperial palace is naturally the best, but compared with the fragrance in this mountain forest, it will inevitably be a little more vulgar."
Begonia nodded slightly at the side, as if she deeply approved of Fan Xian's statement.
Sitting in the pavilion again drinking tea, Fan Xian's doubts grew deeper and deeper. On the second day after he first arrived in Beijing, the young emperor left himself in the palace, which was greatly against the rules. No matter how you say it, I am also a foreign minister, and although the two countries have a good face, the bottom has been playing tricks.
The emperor suddenly sighed softly: "Mr. Fan, do you know why I want you to stay?"
Fan Xian shuddered slightly, not knowing whether the other party saw the doubt in his heart or just a coincidence, he said respectfully, "Please show me, Your Majesty."
The emperor smiled and said: "The name is because I like Banxianzhai's collection of poems." He then said with a smile to Fan Xian: "Of course, I really like your poems very much, but the Danbo Bookstore sells them very expensively, so I used to read them a few years ago. Some silver taels were allocated from the internal treasury, and many collections of Fan Qing's poems were published in Daqi and sent to various academies, I value them so much, I don't know why Fan Qing rewarded me?"
This person is the king of a country, and he thought that he would use the treasury silver to make a name for you, a young poet, by printing books. Wouldn't the other party be very moved immediately
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian had a bitter expression on his face. After a long time, he stood up and saluted the emperor, but he began to scold his mother in his heart. There is no such thing as pirated editions in this world. The business in the north has fallen by 30% this year, and the shopkeeper Qiye pulls his hair every day, and even wants my boss to thank you.
Haitang suddenly said softly from the side: "Your Majesty, Danbo Bookstore is Mr. Fan's business. If you do this, Mr. Fan may not only be unappreciative, but also have a little hatred in his heart."
Fan Xian quickly explained with a smile: "No such intention, absolutely no such intention."
The emperor gave Fan Xian a slightly surprised look, and said, "Fan Qing's generation of poets, why are they still in business?"
Fan Xian responded with a wry smile, "It's always good to earn some pocket money."
Haitang smiled and said, "The biggest bookstore in the world can only earn some pocket money for Mr. Fan."
The Emperor didn't know the stories about Little Senior Aunt Haitang and Fan Xian outside Wuduhe Town, so he found that there seemed to be a faint sense of sword between the little Senior Aunt and Fan Xian, so he couldn't help laughing, and said: "Little Senior Aunt, you and Fan Xian The Qing family can be said to be the most reputable young generation of people in the south and north today. Why do you see me today, but you like bickering like a child."
Haitang was slightly taken aback, and also found that her words today seemed a little deliberately harsh, which was quite different from her calm disposition in the past. Fan Xian explained with a smile: "Perhaps Miss Haitang still thinks merchants are cheap." In today's world, although the importance of commerce has been fully reflected since the Ye family, there are no royal families who do not pay attention to this. On the surface, most people still regard peddling as a relatively low-level occupation.
Unexpectedly, Haitang shook her head slightly and said: "Workers, peasants and merchants, people in the world do things in the world, there is no distinction between high and low."
Fan Xian liked her statement very much.
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It seemed that because the queen mother kept Haitang by her side, the young emperor couldn't say what he wanted to say to Fan Xian in his heart, and the emperor's face gradually showed boredom.
Fan Xian and Haitang glanced at each other, thinking that the woman would walk away tactfully, leaving him and the emperor some quiet space, but who knew that Haitang's face was actually calm and unchanged, not following the emperor's expression at all.
The emperor suddenly laughed at himself, walked to the side of the mountain pavilion, looked at the bubbling mountains and rivers under his feet, and sighed: "Fan Xian, this way to the north, what do you think of my Daqi?"
Fan Xian replied in a deep voice: "Northern Qi is rich and beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, vast land and rich resources, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, which really amazes foreign ministers."
The emperor turned around suddenly, and looked at Fan Xian with extremely calm eyes that were not at all like that of a seventeen-year-old: "Then how do you think this world compares to your Nanqing?"