Fan Jian sighed, knowing that the boy in front of him, like his mother, was an unconvincing character, his eyes gradually became tender, and he said softly: "The real reason for the marriage between the two families is not us. The Fan family is not the prime minister's mansion either, because many things are involved, so the matter is a bit complicated, since you want to see that girl all you want, then you can find a way to go there yourself, it's not easy for me to show up."
Fan Xian saluted, and replied, "As long as father agrees, I will naturally find a way to see you." Thinking of the words he heard earlier, he felt a little puzzled, and asked, "If the prime minister is determined not to What if you agree to this marriage?"
Si Nanbo sneered and said, "As I said, there is great power behind this matter, so he can't help but disagree... Don't forget that the Miss Lin family did not actually return to Zong Lin's family, and she is still His Majesty's adoptive daughter at the moment. Princess of the palace."
In the weather in April and May, Fan Xian seemed to have been poured over his head and feet with a large bucket of ice water. Who will take care of the industry in the future, so it is not as simple as it seems on the surface. The real decision maker behind the scenes is actually a certain big figure hidden in the deep palace.
I just don't know if it's the queen mother or the emperor.
"Why does the prime minister object?" He asked with a frown.
Si Nanbo took a sip of tea and frowned. He seemed to think that today's tea was a bit bitter, so he pressed the tip of his tongue against his astringent teeth and said vaguely, "Didn't I say that last time?"
Fan Xian smiled slightly and directly pointed out his father's bad language: "Last time you said that the prime minister was afraid that His Majesty would suspect that there was something hidden behind his marriage with the Fan family, but in fact, since this marriage was approved by the palace, , what is he afraid of?"
Fan Jian was at a loss for words for a while, and it took him a long time to recover. He put the teacup on the table with a smile, and said, "Well, to tell you the truth, it's actually the eldest princess who doesn't want to marry her daughter to you."
Fan Xian was startled, thinking what is this? There is a lot of trouble, people's parents don't want to marry, so why do you join in the fun? It's better to shake your hands and beg for cleanliness, and go beg the girl in white from the noble family by yourself. I thought so, but I knew that I couldn't say it out loud. Just because the eldest princess and the prime minister objected, my father could still talk about a certain important person in the palace and forcibly point out his marriage. It is conceivable that in this During the process, how many hidden powers were used by the Fan family.
"Why is the eldest princess unwilling?" He asked curiously, thinking to himself: "That Miss Lin's family background is similar to mine, everyone Confucius is an illegitimate child to Dumas, what kind of high profile is he putting on?"
"This is a different number. Your Majesty loves that princess very much, even more than the princess. I once mentioned that after drinking, if the princess gets married, the eldest princess will hand over the power to the princess in the future. Your son-in-law, so that the royal bloodline will not suffer in the future." Sinan Bo gently stroked the four-inch beard under his jaw, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Fan Xian spread his hands and sighed, "So that's it. It seems that this eldest princess is also a person who likes power. Back then, she didn't know why she didn't marry the prime minister and raise children and grandchildren. Wouldn't she be happier."
Si Nanbo sneered and said: "After all, the word love hurts people. If the princess married Lin Ruofu back then, Lin Ruofu would be more expensive, but he couldn't show what he had learned in his chest. How could he become the head of the officials like he is now? , the scenery is infinite."
Fan Xian frowned, only then did he realize that no son-in-law can be an official in the court, he just has a title for nothing.
"If you marry that young lady of the Lin family, even though she is only a princess in the palace and has not been listed in the imperial register, I'm afraid there will be some problems with your official career." Si Nanbo looked at him and frowned, thinking that he was I'm worried about this, so I just say it.
Fan Xian stood up, smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."
"That's right, next year's big competition, you will start to study in a few days."
Fan Xian wondered if he really wanted to take the imperial examination and compete with those Fan Jins? He smiled wryly, but did not answer.
Then Si Nanbo told him that the next day, the Jingjun Wangfu's monthly poetry meeting was going to be held again, so Fan Xian had to make some preparations. When these words fell into Fan Xian's ears, it wasn't as scary as wanting to stereotype himself, but Fan Xian also had a headache when he thought that he might be forced to invent a few more Lao Xin, Lao Su, Lao Li, and Lao Du who sold private salt. .
Fan Jian looked at him and smiled and said, "I know you are talented in poetry. On some occasions, you don't need to hide your edge too much. Although there are people in the palace who will help with the marriage, if you can gain some reputation in the literary circle of the capital, The eldest princess may be more willing to marry her daughter."
Fan Xian replied with a wry smile, knowing that the old bastard in front of him had peeked at all the letters he had written to his sister, so naturally he couldn't hide his writing about the Dream of the Red Chamber from him, but his father actually held back until It was only now that he secretly pointed it out, and he couldn't help secretly admiring the other party's forbearance and old-fashioned temperament.
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There is no Sunday in this era, even if you work, there is no God who will chop you with a knife. In the same way, it can be proved that there are no Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and even Fridays in this era. In short, there is no obvious difference between working days and rest days.
The shops must be open every day, and the affairs of the ministry must be done every day. It is said that even His Majesty the Emperor's approval of memorials may not stop for a day. But for the children of high families who can be seen everywhere in Kyoto, the only thing they can do every day is to play.
After the Great War sixteen years ago, the Northern Wei Dynasty was divided, and the weakness was hard to rise. The Western Barbarians fled far away, and only a thousand horses grazed in the Yin Mountain. His Majesty the Emperor gave an order to let the First Prince lead an army of 100,000 to the Western Frontier. To expand the border, this is also playing.
In fact, martial arts were quite strong in the Qing Kingdom, but after His Majesty got tired of fighting, he suddenly became fond of reciting poems and fighting against each other. What is good at the top will be effective at the bottom. Most of the children of other high-ranking families have no work and are not qualified to lead soldiers to play. Fortunately, they have to prepare for the imperial examination. , To read poetry, but also to write poetry.
So right now the most popular thing in Kyoto is not duels between martial arts masters, but the so-called poetry fair.