In the back garden of Jingjun Prince's Mansion.
Thinking of the acquaintance of the two families, the prince asked Fan Xian to be at his ease, so he went to greet the guests next to him. After all, there were some glaring people here today.
However, Fan Xian didn't know the undercurrent under today's calm waves. He walked casually, found a remote place that suited his temperament among the seemingly scattered seats, sat down, saw that there was wine on the table, and poured a glass consciously. , sipping.
Seeing that there were no white people around, and they must quote scriptures when talking, Fan Xian sighed inwardly, looked up at the sky, and thought to himself that luckily the sun is not too poisonous today, otherwise there would be no beautiful women at this Lao Shizi poetry meeting, and he would still listen to sour words. Once baked by the sun, it will really turn into a vinegar-simmered and air-dried chicken.
The scholars seemed to be sitting casually, but in fact they all surrounded the small table in the middle of the grass, so not many people noticed him beside him. A few aristocratic children leaning on his side saw him face to face, but he was led in by the prince himself, so they came forward curiously to greet each other, preparing to set some background.
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian smiled brightly, but his words were seamless. For a long time, those people still didn't know who this beautiful young man was from. After chatting for a few words, they couldn't help but feel a little boring, so they all backed away slowly. , Waiting for the opening of the poetry meeting.
It can be said that this day is not like the previous few days, the sun is gentle, the willows are fluttering, and the spring breeze is vigorously piercing into the collar of the person. Of course, the wind in the evening of spring, of course, does not have any cold force, and moves gently like invisible little hands. , very comfortable, it is a good time to sleep. Fan Xian was not a slutty madman, so at first he had a smiling face, forced his eyes open, listened to the poems and words, and watched the wine at the banquet, but when the spring breeze blew, the little sun shone , I feel that the poetry meeting is really boring, so I feel my head is getting dizzy, so I want to go to sleep.
I just vaguely listened to a few sentences, like "Dream of Leizhou Road, I came here again. It must not be that the mountain people charge high prices, and sometimes laugh at themselves...", and "The wine glass is thick, a gourd is drunk in spring, A gourd of wine is heavy with flowery shoots...", and "Dongyi's characters are all scattered, and Lai Yousi is still old..."
Fan Xian secretly pinched his jaws to wake himself up a bit. Although he didn't really like reciting poems and fighting against each other, on this kind of occasion, he couldn't reveal the disposition of his previous life that hadn't been cleaned up in sixteen years, so he smiled. , but looked at the field with some numbness.
Looking around, he saw several half-acquainted people. These people were sitting in the most comfortable seats by the lake. They were Guo Baokun, He Zongwei and his party who had clashed in the restaurant the day before yesterday. Fan Xian frowned slightly, thinking that the Crown Prince of Jingjun clearly knew about the quarrel between the Fan family and the Guo family that day, so why did both sides call over him today
As if feeling his gaze, Guo Baokun, who was showing his calm and stable demeanor to the beauties across the lake, turned his head and saw that it was the Fan family who used black fists, his complexion changed, and he could no longer maintain elegance With demeanor, he subconsciously threw the ostentatious folding fan on the table.
There was an imperial student explaining the scriptures, so not many people noticed the reaction of Guo Shangshu's young master.
Those who were at the same table with Guo Baokun followed his gaze and immediately spotted Fan Xian hiding in a remote place. Everyone changed their colors, thinking that they were scholars full of algae, and they didn't bring guards today. After a while, if the boy from the Fan family makes another black fist move, who will go up and block it
Fan Xian looked at them with a smile, nodded, and greeted them like friends.
The people at that table discussed something in a low voice, and a slightly gloomy smile gradually appeared on their faces. Guo Baokun, who was always gloomy, had a little more joy on his face, only that He Zongwei seemed to be disapproving.
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I don't know what the girls under the white man on the other side of the lake are doing, but there have been female historians in the mansion who have been copying the poems written by the girls there and sending them here for you to comment on.
The prince laughed loudly and said: "Although it is said that women do not give way to men, the way of literature is not as good as fighting brute force. You are welcome, you can't lose to those weak women."
Everyone agreed that it was true, and as the laughter gradually started, someone came up with an idea to write a poem on a certain object, and choose the best three poems to reconcile with the other side.
A scholar on Guo Baokun's table rolled his eyes, cupped his hands and said, "You are a late student, why don't you just think the lake is the subject?"
"Excellent, today's blue waves are floating in gold..." Someone asked.
"Extremely, look at the scenery of the lake and mountains..." Someone made the village.
Guo Baokun rolled his eyes, looked at Fan Xian, and said loudly, "I never thought that Young Master Fan would come today, how about starting this round with Young Master Fan?"
Fan Xian came here today, following his father's orders, just to show his face and put on a figure in front of everyone in the capital. When he heard that he was asked to compose a poem, he smiled and shook his head and said, "I don't have that ability, I'd better invite you."
Seeing him backing down, Guo Baokun felt more and more that the other party was really an embroidered pillow, and said with a sneer: "Brother Fan talked a lot in Yishiju the day before, and ignored all the talented people in this world. When I saw him today, he was actually stingy with giving advice. It seems that his vision Really high."
Hearing what he said, everyone in the venue knew that the two sides had long had a rift, and this was a provocation by using poetry. Most of the people in the mansion are guests of King Jing's mansion. Although they don't know who Fan Xian is, he seems to be familiar with the prince, so some people are guessing if he is a descendant of the Fan family, but few people guess that he is the son of Sinanbo Fan Jian .
Seeing the people talking about it, Guo Baokun took a sip of tea and said with a dark smile: "This brother Fan is the one who came to Beijing recently, you should have heard of it."
Everyone was not an idiot, they immediately knew Fan Xian's identity, and looked at Fan Xian with a trace of pity, a trace of disdain, and many complicated emotions.
Fan Xian's complexion remained unchanged, he still had a slight smile on his face, but he insisted on refusing to write poetry. Prince Jing's son looked at the smile on his face, he couldn't see the depth of this child more and more, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said: "The poem is poetic, Fan Shixiong has no intentions today, you should recite it yourself. "
Fan Xian lazily leaned halfway on the reclining table, watching the people coming and going in the field, listening to each other's lackluster sentences, he was very bored. In the eyes of others, this appearance is a bit presumptuous, and some people inevitably sneered: "Miss Fan's poems are famous among the sages in the capital, but the young master of the Fan family has a different way of speaking silently, which is really unexpected."
Guo Baokun lowered his voice and said with a smile: "After all, he was not raised in the mansion, so of course he has to be different." Although he lowered his voice, he actually deliberately let people around him understand that although Qingguo has an open atmosphere, the illegitimate child Identity, after all, can't be put on the stage, and Fan Xian's identity is even more sensitive. Hearing him deliberately say this, for a while, there was a strange smell in the room.