Ye Ling'er is the only daughter of Ye Chong, the defender of the capital, and her family has a long history of education—unfortunately, they are all above martial arts, so she doesn't have an elegant and quiet personality. There is Ye Liuyun, one of the four great masters, as an uncle. The status of the Ye family in the Qing Kingdom is somewhat special, but this little girl is not a domineering person. Forcing a promise to a man who has never met, so he seemed a little anxious.
A few days ago, there was a news among the few high-ranking families in Beijing that the palace was planning to point out Miss Lin to the illegitimate son of the Fan family who was far away in Danzhou. When the news came out, Miss Lin was filled with shame and anger. He suffered some wind and cold again, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and his condition worsened. Ye Ling'er was at her elder brother's place in Dingzhou, and hurried back to Beijing when she heard this. It was exactly the scene Fan Xian saw at the gate outside the city.
A few days later, there were rumors in the capital that the illegitimate son of the Fan family had returned to Beijing, but just like the young master of the Fan family, Fan Sizhe, he was a playboy who ran amok and dominated the market. This news made Ye Linger even more annoyed. She went to see Miss Lin's family yesterday, and found that there was a little shyness in her brows and eyes. After interrogating her several times, although she didn't find anything, she guessed that Miss Lin's family must have a sweetheart.
She couldn't bear to see her sisters sad, so she begged her father to intercede with the palace and broke up the marriage. Unexpectedly, her father would be furious, and she had no choice but to ask Fan Ruoruo to come to the house to see if she could do it. There is a way to delay this marriage - I knew it was unlikely, but I have to try it, and the friendship between sisters will be exhausted.
Ye Linger glanced at Roujia, a gentle little girl, and then looked at Fan Ruoruo, her eyes became calmer. She just found out today that Miss Ruoruo, who has always been known for her tranquility, is actually a powerful person in her heart. At this time, when he heard that the other party wanted to introduce a famous doctor, he said lightly, "No need."
But Fan Ruoruo didn't stop there, and said with a smile: "If you really feel sorry for that young lady, why would you be afraid of asking that famous doctor to see her?"
"Even the imperial doctor has no good solution, the famous doctor you mentioned..." Ye Linger resisted, not showing disdain in front of the princess.
Fan Ruoruo explained very politely: "That doctor is a student of Mr. Fei."
Ye Linger moaned softly, her eyes lit up, she stepped forward and took Fan Ruoruo's hand: "Then I will trouble my sister."
After finishing the gossip, the three of them went back to the pavilion. The rest of the girls saw the calm faces of the two ladies and thought that the matter was over, so they breathed a sigh of relief. The female historian sent the copied poems to the other side of the lake.
After a while, the poems written by those gifted scholars on the other side of the lake were also copied over. The women looked through them, occasionally giving a sigh of relief. Thinking of that person, Ye Linger curiously took the poem scroll and flipped through it from beginning to end, but she didn't see the inscription with the surname Fan, so she asked in surprise, "Where are Mr. Fan's poems?"
She thought to herself, since Fan's mansion wanted that man to come to the palace to fight for fame, there must be no reason to hide it. The female officer said respectfully, Mr. Fan didn't write poems, so what. Princess Roujia glanced at Fan Ruoruo at the side of the fence, a trace of puzzlement appeared on the innocent face of the little girl, and she asked about the scene at that time. It was only at this time that the girls in the pavilion realized that there was no less arrogance on the other side of the lake than here. weak.
Princess Roujia smiled sweetly and said, "Sister Ruoruo, why don't you read the poems of these talents?"
When the women were discussing, Fan Ruoruo had already heard it, knowing that her brother was humiliated on the other side of the lake, she turned her head from the side of the fence, there was actually a hint of anger hidden in her calm eyes, and said coldly: "These people can also write poetry? "
Although the girls always knew that Miss Fan Jia was proficient in poetry and prose, they were still a little surprised to hear her say such words. Fan Ruoruo turned around, picked up the fine hair beside the inkstone, swung it with his wrist hanging on the paper, wrote a few sentences, handed it to Nu Shi after it dried a bit, and said: "Send these two poems to those people to see."
Nv Shi took the lead and left.
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There were two flowers blooming, one on each side of the lake, and Guo Baokun on the other side of the lake was hiding Fan Xian's identity.
A gleam of anger flashed in Prince Jing's eyes. He felt that the group of people under the crown prince were really disrespectful. He lightly clenched his palms, secretly thinking whether he wanted to teach them a lesson, but when he looked at Fan Xian's appearance in the blink of an eye, he felt that This child must have the means to deal with it, so he shouldn't have to do it himself.
The reason why Si Nanbo asked Fan Xian to come to the poetry meeting was very simple. He wanted to make him famous and grab the first prize in Beijing, so as to impress the "heart" of the eldest princess, but Fan Xian didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. It's really hard to see what he was thinking. After the poems written by everyone were sent to Huting, not long after, a female historian replied and handed the poems written by Miss Fan's family to the prince of the county.
The prince of the county glanced at him, couldn't help his eyes lit up, and blurted out: "Okay!"
Qing Ke, the staff member beside him, came over, took a closer look, and nodded frequently: "It's really good, it's just..." He felt that this poem was written by a woman, and there was something wrong with it, but he thought of the Fan family and the county king's family. relationship, so keep your mouth shut.
Everyone was curious, so they came together one after another, only to see that the paper was written in beautiful lowercase letters: "August Lake is level, and the emptiness is too clear. The steam is steaming in the clouds and dreaming, shaking the city of Danzhou. If you want to help, there is no boat. Disgraceful to the Holy Spirit. Sitting and watching anglers is only envious of fish."
"A good poem, it really deserves to be written by the Miss Fan family." He Zongwei was also among these people, and his voice of praise was particularly loud, as if it was going to be spread across the lake, "Writing about the tranquility of the lake, and then talking about nature, is really a masterpiece. "
Guo Baokun frowned and said: "The small lake in front of me, steaming seems inappropriate, not to mention that Yunmengze is in the south, but Danzhou City is by the sea. Miss Fan only wants to be beautiful in words, but she lacks a little bit in the word "natural." .”
Prince Jing's son saw something else from this poem, the so-called wanting to help without boats, living in shame and sages, sitting and watching fishermen, is only envious of fish, although it is concealed, it still reveals that the author is not willing to be hidden , wanting to do something, it's a way of doing poems - he turned his head to look at Fan Xian who had been sitting quietly in a remote place, thinking that this poem... Could it be you who made it
But this poem is really good, so everyone praised it, but few people echoed Guo Baokun's opinion. While the son was thinking about it, someone had already transferred his opinion to the other side, and Miss Fan's explanation had already come.
"The lake is water, and the sea is also water. Thinking of the East China Sea from Yunmeng, my elder brother sits in Danzhou, and his heart is in the river and sea. Why not use it as he pleases? This poem was written by my brother when he was ten years old. I copied it out today. For the sake of everyone."
Ignore the previous meaning of the words, but they made it clear that this poem was not written by Miss Fan Fu, but... Fan Xian, who has been silent all the time over there!
At this time, the Heyuan scholar looked at Fan Xian no longer with disdain and complicated expression, but full of shock and bewilderment. He was able to compose this poem at the age of ten. Could it be that Fan Xian is a genius