The poetry meeting held by Prince Jingjun's mansion and the poetry meeting held by the crown prince are the two most lively social occasions in Kyoto. Once a month, rain or shine, many talented people from poor families and poets from the Han family have sharpened their heads and wanted to drill in, want to borrow A poem, a word, and a sentence are famous all over the world, seeking a ladder for advancement.
The prince is good at writing, this is something that everyone in the world knows. Although King Jingjun is the younger brother of His Majesty the Emperor, he has always aspired to be a wealthy and idle king, so he does not have much power. Compared with the two, those who have a clear purpose are naturally more willing to go to the Prince's side.
But if you can get a compliment from Prince Jingjun, it is also a good way to increase your reputation, so every time there is a poetry meeting, the county palace not far from Shixin Gate will always welcome many guests. There were sedan chairs, some came in carriages, and some came on foot, but the old butler at the door treated them equally, and after checking the name cards, he respectfully invited them in.
Sitting in the sedan chair, Fan Xian's face was very ugly, alternately blue and then pale, covering his lips from time to time to forcefully suppress the urge to vomit.
Because he thought that he was coming to participate in a poetry meeting, a grand event, and it would be better to sit in a small sedan chair with green curtains, so he asked to sit in a sedan chair with his sister, but he lived by the seaside of Danzhou all the year round, and the boat would not make him dizzy, but this sedan chair made him a little dizzy sharp. While suffering, he opened the side curtain of the sedan chair and asked Fujikokyo weakly, "How far is it?"
Fujikokyo held back her smile and replied, "We'll be there after crossing the intersection."
Fan Xian groaned, and sat back again. His fingers were like orchids, and he put his thumb and ring finger together, allowing his true energy to be released slowly, washing his internal organs, and his aversions went away, but they couldn't be cured after all. Sick sedan chair.
At this time, there were so many questions lingering in his mind, coupled with his physical discomfort, so his brows furrowed. Living in the mansion these days, I always feel that my father is very different from what I imagined, and there are many things that I can't explain, such as why does he value his illegitimate child so much? Is it really because of my mother that I love my house and my crow
He turned his head and took a look outside the sedan chair. Through the thin green cloth, he looked at the figure sitting on the horse. He knew in his heart that although Fujiko Kyo was leaning toward him at the moment, he belonged to his father after all, and he couldn't fully believe it. . He sighed, thinking in his heart that he must find some trustworthy subordinates for himself. Uncle Wu Zhu is like a ghost, and he is not a character that he can command at will.
Fan Xian really wanted to know what his mother did in the capital, how she met her father, and how... she left this world. This is not just pure curiosity and admiration, but he believes that only by knowing the history can he better grasp his present and future.
In the county palace, in front of a garden gate, several scholars were flattered to salute a young man. They definitely never imagined that today's poetry meeting would be greeted by Prince Jing personally outside the garden gate.
Two small sedan chairs with green curtains swayed over slowly, Prince Jing shook his hands impatiently with those guys who couldn't stop saluting, and went up to meet them. Until now, those few scholars knew that they would be wrong, but they didn't dare to show the slightest expression on their faces. They still smiled confidently, cupped their hands chicly, and went to the back garden under the leadership of the housekeeper.
The servants at the gate of the palace were also a little curious, who is the distinguished guest, and the prince can go out to greet him in person.
When they saw the girl in yellow shirt and Luo skirt who came down from the first sedan chair, the servants knew that it was the eldest lady of Fan Mansion who had arrived. Not to mention the relationship between King Jing's Mansion and Fan Manor, but only Princess Roujia It is inconvenient for a woman to show her face in public because of her personal relationship with Miss Fan, so it is also appropriate to greet her outside the garden.
"Sister Ruoruo." Prince Jing's son is surnamed Li and his name is Hongcheng. In the capital, his reputation has always been inseparable from brothels and other places. Very polite.
Fan Ruoruo leaned back slightly, asked Shi Zi'an, then smiled and said, "What problem did Roujia have today?"
The prince smiled and answered a few words, but his eyes glanced at the sedan chair behind him from time to time, thinking that he had worked hard for a long time, why didn't that man come down? Some servants stepped forward and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair respectfully. Unexpectedly... there was no one in the sedan chair. For a moment, everyone in the county prince's mansion was shocked, thinking what kind of show was this
Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth with a smile and explained, "Brother is behind."
While speaking, everyone saw a young man of sixteen or seventeen rushing over from a short distance, panting, followed by a personal entourage. The young man was wearing a light maroon singlet with the collar button unbuttoned, so he looked a little flirtatious, but when paired with that cute and friendly clean face, others felt that this person should be dressed in such a relaxed manner .
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fan Xian bowed his fists to the prince, and said awkwardly: "I'm sick of the sedan chair, so I came all the way, and it's getting hotter, so I drank a bowl of physalis outside the residence before." , it's too late."
"It's not too late, it's not too late." Li Hongcheng felt very happy when he saw this young man who had met once, and laughed loudly: "It's good that Brother Fan can come."
Hearing his address, Fan Xian found that there was one more word "Fan" than the day before yesterday. He didn't know what kind of attitude the other party was trying to express, so he paused for a moment, and smiled: "The physalis outside the palace is better than other places. , of course I want to take a look."
The eldest son Li Hongcheng smiled slightly, seeing that the answer to the conversation was floating gently into the sky, he found it even more interesting, he took his hand, and then his brother and sister entered the garden.
When Fan Xian was in Danzhou, he knew that his sister wrote good poems—although in his opinion, these poems are often just sad spring and autumn, and cannot escape certain frameworks—there are still good poems in this era, but Apparently the princelings and young scholars who often come to poetry fairs are not very accomplished, so Fan Ruoruo still has a small poem name.
So he was very curious about how his younger sister would behave on such an occasion, and what the Princess Roujia, who caused the Dream of the Red Chamber to leak out and killed a pirated bookseller, looked like.
But following Li Hongcheng into the back garden with flowing water in the corridor, he realized that in such a seemingly open country, men and women are still seated separately. Ladies sit under a pavilion on the opposite side of the lake, with layers of white in front The gauze hangs and dances with the breeze.
Disappointed, Fan Xian followed the prince to the other side of the lake. Looking at the veil fluttering in the wind in the distance, he couldn't help but think of his favorite Zhou Xingxing in his previous life, and sighed in his heart, "It really feels like first love."