Comparison between Northern Qi and Nanqing
This topic is a bit sensitive. You can't weaken your own country's reputation, and as an envoy, you can't lose the face of Northern Qi too much. But Fan Xian answered smoothly and freely, as if he had been thinking about this answer since his mother's womb, what he said was straightforward, powerful, and extremely fast, which made Miss Haitang distort her face that seemed to be forever peaceful, and made His Majesty the emperor greatly The mouth was open, showing those beautifully kept white teeth.
I saw Fan Xian with a gentle smile on his face, cupped his fists, and said a few words:
"The ministers don't know."
What a foreign minister didn't know, the emperor was stunned for a moment, and then he started to laugh. This was a rogue reply, but he didn't know how to deal with him. After all, he was a so-called "foreign minister", even if he knew how Qing was, he didn't know How is Qi, and how can it be compared
The emperor looked at Fan Xian, smiled and shook his head: "I just found out today that the generation of poets I was thinking about was actually a eloquent debater. No wonder Emperor Nanqing sent you to be an envoy."
Fan Xian said with a smile: "The foreign minister has only been an official for a year. Your Majesty sent the minister here mainly because he admires the culture of the Northern Kingdom. The minister has a little reputation in this area, so he let the minister be more educated."
The emperor smiled and said: "With the name of the Immortal of Poetry, I will naturally let the students of the Taixue come to listen to the lectures given by Fan Qing's family."
Fan Xian felt a pain in his heart, thinking that he was a fake professor who didn't have to attend classes in the imperial capital of the Qing Dynasty, how could he be a visiting professor when he came to the north.
"If I go south, what percentage does Fan Qing think it will be?"
The young emperor's face was calm, but the sense of majesty raised in the deep palace suddenly came to his face. This sensitive and arrogant question, in today's world, only two people can ask it. But the question is about an envoy from an enemy country, so the meaning is somewhat interesting, like a spring thunder exploded—
Fan Xian's complexion remained unchanged, and he responded calmly, "It's not a matter of a trace."
"Why?" The emperor looked at Fan Xian coldly.
"If the Qi people don't think about war, they will be in danger." Fan Xian said with a smile: "If there are too many Qing people who are warlike, they will be in danger. Fortunately, the two majesties, one is striving to become stronger, and the other is old and mature, which just balances the two. end."
The emperor suddenly asked: "What kind of person is the emperor of your Qing Kingdom? I have written two private letters with him, but I still can't understand him."
Fan Xian began to scold his mother in his heart, thinking that he is the minister of the Qing Dynasty after all, what do you mean by playing such a trick? So keep silent. Seeing his appearance, the Emperor of Northern Qi laughed instead, and said softly: "Your emperor will grow old eventually, and I will grow up eventually. In the future, I will ride my horse south and hope that Fan Qing can be my court minister."
Fan Xian frowned, and responded neither humble nor overbearing: "If Your Majesty goes south as a guest, the ministers will make a poem to congratulate you."
The same goes south, but the meaning is two ends. The meaning of the Emperor of Qi was naturally to lead the army southward and swallow Qing into the territory; Fan Xian meant that the emperor of Qi went south as a guest, naturally a prisoner.
The words were not speculative, Fan Xian's face was calm, and he didn't have doubts in his heart, just thinking that the young emperor in front of him was indeed a man with great ambitions. It's just too much to say in front of my own face. I don't know if it was because of his youthful arrogance that he made a slip of the tongue, or he didn't take himself as a foreign minister seriously at all, but just wanted to use his own mouth to spread his will to the southern court.
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The emperor suddenly frowned slightly, and he didn't know what he thought of. He waved his hand lightly and said: "Shanghai has always been peaceful, but there have always been many misunderstandings between the two countries. I am worried that someone will try to harm Fan Qing, although those people dare not How about you, but provocative actions are probably inevitable, for my sake, Fan Qing's family should be more tolerant."
Fan Xian was shocked. It wasn't the content of the words, but the tone of the young emperor's words. For the sake of the emperor, please be more tolerant? Fan Xian thought that he was not qualified to be valued so much by the king of a country, and he didn't understand why the young emperor regarded him so highly.
"I'm a little tired, Fan Qing go back first." The emperor patted the railing lightly, and looked back at Haitang who had been silent all the time, "Little Auntie, please send Master Fan out of the palace so that he doesn't get lost. During these days , if someone is rude to the Nanqing mission, I would bother my little aunt to say a few words."
With a single sentence from Beiqi Haitang, I believe those fanatical patriots will restrain themselves a lot.
Haitang gave a little blessing, and said: "Your Majesty orders."
Fan Xian raised his brows slightly, thinking that he would often meet this ninth-rank woman? I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
The emperor suddenly smiled and said, "I'm really disappointed to hear that Mr. Fan no longer writes poems."
Fan Xian responded with a wry smile, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. Poetry is the heartfelt words. Recently, the ministers have been restless. It really won't work, it won't work."
The emperor raised his brows, looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "I'm afraid it's because of love that you write poetry. Fan Xian, looking at this filthy thing like me, naturally you won't be able to get any interest in poetry."
Fan Xian was sweating profusely.
The emperor suddenly laughed loudly: "Yesterday, the queen mother showed me the first order... Do you know if you know it, it should be green, fat, red and thin, Fan Xian is really talented."
Fan Xian was greatly embarrassed, and Haitang was even more embarrassed.
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Guided by Haitang, Fan Xian left the pavilion and walked along the quiet path to the dark palace complex in front of the mountain. In the pavilion, the young Northern Qi monarch stood silently, the excitement from the previous conversation had faded from his face, and there was a faint smile on his lips. The emperor suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep sniff twice, and found that he had really regained the feeling of looking at the moon alone that night.
Footsteps sounded behind him, the emperor knew that the eunuchs were rushing over to serve him, he waved his hand a little annoyed, preventing everyone from entering the pavilion, still standing alone by the side of the pavilion, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, he suddenly sighed, and said softly to himself, "So Fan Xian looks like this, so it's time for reason, right?"
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On the other side, Fan Xian was silent and nervous, and followed Haitang to the outside of the palace. All the way, he didn't care to look at the mountain scenery, and the breeze didn't care to beckon him. Strange woman's distance.
His eyes could clearly see Miss Haitang's walking posture.
Miss Haitang shakes three times with one step, but it is not the seductive shaking method of a woman who looks at her with smoke and charm, but a very rustic shaking method. Her hands were in the pockets of her coarse cloth clothes, her upper body didn't shake much, but her feet dragged her legs down the stone road, she looked extremely lazy, but she didn't appear out of place. The sexy laziness of the bathing beauty.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but he still couldn't understand what kind of walking method it was. Could it be that the other party was walking and constantly practicing some kind of natural skills? Fan Xian was greatly impressed. He always thought that he was the most diligent person who practiced martial arts in the world. His practice at 2:00 a.m. started from Danzhou and never stopped, but he never thought that even walking You can also practice at any time!
It's no wonder that the little girl is at the ninth rank at a young age, and she has just stepped into the threshold of the ninth rank with all her efforts! It's no wonder that the little girl of the other family was called a Tianmai person by the Northern Qi people, but I could only shamelessly rely on some poems to win the "status in the world"! No wonder the little girl waved her hand lightly, and she was about to crawl on the ground! It's no wonder that I shot out all the aphrodisiacs in secret, while others just soaked in the lake water, and finally walked away with a wave of sleeves very coolly, not paying attention to myself at all—because I disdain it, so I don't hate it.
Fan Xian felt dejected, thinking that this kind of genius is so hard-working, probably only a genius like Uncle Wu Zhu can compare with it, and he might be out of luck.
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After watching for a long time, Haitang also seemed to feel those two fiery eyes behind her, always staring at her buttocks and waist, and finally couldn't take it anymore. Fan Xian's clean and beautiful skin revealed his wretched real body.
Fan Xian's eyes were clear, and there was no distraction at all. Seeing the other party turn around, he was slightly stunned, knowing what the other party was thinking wrong, and said with a wry smile, "It's just that the girl walks in a strange posture. She seems to be practicing, so I admire it very much."
He was stunned, and Haitang was even more stunned, with his mouth slightly open, looking at this young man from Qing Dynasty, his heart was in turmoil. She has spent most of her life in the mountains and palaces, and her mind has always been as stable as a rock, but for some reason, seeing Fan Xian's hateful and beautiful face and listening to Fan Xian's nonchalant words, she just couldn't help but get angry. , listening to what Fan Xian said at this time, he was even more inexplicable, and he finally choked out a sentence after a long while: "It's not practicing."
After finishing speaking, Miss Haitang felt a little strange, why did she explain this to him
So she said slightly annoyed: "I've walked like this since I was a child. The queen mother has told me for many years, but I can't change it. If Mr. Fan thinks it's an eyesore, you might as well go ahead."
Fan Xian was stunned, thinking what's going on? Yuyu had no choice but to continue walking behind Haitang who turned around.
But Haitang still dragged the soles of her feet like that, and walked forward lazily with her hands in her hands.
Fan Xian tilted his head slightly, frowned and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly figured it out - what kind of exercise is this? Isn't this the most common walking posture of those lazy women in the countryside!
Fan Xian finally couldn't help laughing when he thought that Haitang, a majestic ninth-rank expert who looked like a fairy in the eyes of the world, was actually a village girl at heart, and walking in the palace was like walking on a field.