Compared with the residents in the capital who were waiting to watch the excitement, Fan Xian was not very energetic. He was carefully writing some notes in his study, trying his best to re-copy the intelligence analysis report of the Overwatch Council into a slightly bookish judgment in the tone of a young man who had lived in Kyoto for a long time. In order not to let the officials of Honglu Temple hear their words, their jaws would drop to the ground, and they wondered when Qing Kingdom had another terrifying intelligence agency besides His Majesty’s Overwatch Council, and this agency was still working for a A mere eighth-rank Xie Lilang works.
Fan Ruoruo was not in a good mood, so he copied the note in lower case and pasted up the note, saying, "Brother, this is really strange, where did you get this information, why didn't you use it directly, and why did you have to make the reason ridiculous Some."
Fan Xian seldom kept things from his younger sister, even Lin Wan'er was worse than her. He said with a bitter face: "I was just lazy at the beginning, so I wanted to borrow the strength of the other party. Who knew that such a meticulous and terrifying case would be compiled. The source of these information is not public, so I can't directly hand it over to Honglu Temple."
"Who is the envoy of Northern Qi this time?" Fan Ruoruo was actually very happy that his elder brother was finally able to participate in the government affairs openly and aboveboard. Although Fan Xian has been educating her since she was very young, she is a girl who grew up in the world of Qing Kingdom. She always thinks that being a masculine man, making tofu every day is only for entertainment, not for a long time. go down.
"It's not the emperor's party, nor the empress dowager's party, nor the princeling party, nor the soft rice party." Fan Xian sorted out the information on the table, and replied casually: "It's the younger brother of the Northern Qi empress, Marquis Changning, and I heard that he is also a great talent. But this time the most conspicuous figure in the Northern Qi Mission is not him, but his teacher. The literary master of the Northern Qi Dynasty is called Zhuang Mohan, as long as he is a scholar in the world, he is admired. I don’t know what the Northern Qi side paid. The price is to drag him into the mission, and when the time comes to judge in front of the palace, I am afraid that His Majesty will give him some face, this butcher style of asking for land and money, I am afraid that I have to restrain myself."
"Zhuang Mohan?" Fan Ruoruo was startled, and a kind of luster suddenly appeared on his face.
This was the first time Fan Xian had seen a star-struck look on his younger sister's face. Ruoruo had always been a very plain girl, except for her elder brother who adored her, she had always been honest with other scholars. For some reason, Fan Xian felt slightly jealous, and said, "Fortunately, it was clearly stated in the case record that this Zhuang Mohan is already seventy years old, otherwise I should be more careful."
Fan Ruoruo shyly said, "As a brother, you don't have a straight face."
Fan Xian laughed and said, "If you really like that old man, you are not in good shape." Seeing that Ruoruo was extremely annoyed, he quickly waved his hands and said, "To be serious, what I told you in the farm that day , do you have an idea?"
That night, the moon and the stars were thin, the brother and sister were on the field worrying about the little girl's future marriage, but Ruo Ruo was worried for a while, seeing that no one caught the eye of the young talents around, he had no choice but to let it go. At this moment, Fan Xian remembered something, frowned and said, "The last time we happened to meet the Holy Master by the Liujing River, did he say something?"
"What did you say?" Fan Ruoruo rarely showed a confused expression. It seemed that the brother and sister were too shocked at the time, and their memories were a little fuzzy.
Fan Xian closed his eyes for a long time, then opened them suddenly, slapped the table, and said in shock, "The Holy Majesty wants to arrange a marriage for you!"
"Huh?" Fan Ruoruo was quite frightened.
What are the children of officials and eunuchs most afraid of? What I'm afraid of is the marriage. If I'm lucky, it's fine to match Fan Xian like Lin Wan'er. If it is like Ren Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, married with a tigress princess, and life is not going well, then it will be miserable. And among all the marriage arrangements, the most terrifying is the finger marriage from the palace, the sacred will cannot be violated, even if you are asked to marry a dude, it is impossible for you to find a place to reason.
If it is said that in the past years, there was still the possibility of sending their daughters to the palace to invite favors, but this Emperor's Majesty is not good at women, so this way is blocked. Even the prince and the two adult princes did not dare to accept more concubines. Although the reputation of the prince's lust spread throughout the capital, there were only three deserted concubines in the East Palace.
Fan Ruoruo also remembered what His Majesty said unintentionally, she was so horrified, tears welled up in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Then what should I do?"
Fan Xian's brain was moving very quickly, and he immediately calculated several possible families in his mind. He squinted his eyes and said, "Eldest prince, second prince, Prince Jing's son, although the father is only a servant, but with the status of the Fan family, it is estimated that His Majesty will guide you. Dear, it is only possible to choose among these three people. If you want to choose a minister's son to marry, then don't be afraid, if you are not willing, I will naturally have a way to push this marriage."
If the object of marriage is the minister's son, but his sister is unwilling, Fan Xian will naturally think of many ways, after all, his father, Chen Pingping, and the Prime Minister are standing behind him. The so-called three-in-one master, even the prince of the East Palace is now trying to win him over. As long as it wasn't for those two princes and Prince Jing's son, Fan Xian had the confidence to mess up all the marriages that his sister didn't like.
But the biggest possibility is the three young most expensive ones. Fan Xian was quiet for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but cursed: "I said Li Hongcheng, a kid, goes to brothels every day, but he doesn't want to get married, so he's waiting here!"
Seeing his sister's terrified expression, Fan Xian smiled and comforted him, "The First Prince has been fighting in Western Man all year round, and I heard that he is also a hero. Although the Second Prince has never met him, he is said to be a very powerful person. As for Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng This guy, we brothers and sisters are familiar with each other, there is nothing wrong with him except for his temperament. If you really want to marry Li Hongcheng in the future, I will stand by your side, let alone go to the brothel, even the concubine's room I won't let him take one into the room, sister, don't worry."
It's okay if he doesn't comfort you, after careful analysis, Fan Ruoruo felt more and more that this matter was real, as if it was coming soon, and sadly said: "Brother, but I don't want to marry these three people."
Fan Xian sighed, not wanting to continue discussing the growing pains, and jokingly said softly: "What's wrong, when I see you in the future, I will honor you as a concubine, in case the second prince really becomes the emperor in the future , your mother looks like the world... Didn't you become my mother?"
This joke was not very funny, so Ruoruo didn't smile through tears, and there was an awkward silence in the study. In the silence, the siblings had their own concerns, Ruoruo was at a loss, but Fan Xian was determined. If something happened in the future, he had to prepare some means.
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The venue for the negotiation was not very spacious, it was set in the largest room of Honglu Temple. There was no extremely long table between the envoys from the Northern Qi Dynasty and the reception officials from the Qing Kingdom. Instead, they just sat in their respective chairs, had tea on the table, and talked about things like gossip. Fan Xian insisted on sitting on the most inconspicuous chair at the bottom, watching this scene with cold eyes, and thought of a word from his previous life: tea party.
Although he was nominally the reception deputy envoy, but because the process had not yet reached the final stage, and he insisted on sitting below, the officials of Honglu Temple were not good either.
Under the gentle exchange of words, there was a shadow of swords and swords. After a short time, the ministers of the two countries who had met on the battlefield began to raise their voices gradually.
"Hmph! I don't know if you and the Northern Qi won the battle in Northern Xinjiang, or I won the court?" A sixth-rank master in the Honglu Temple could no longer bear the opponent's unreasonable remarks, stood up and sternly reprimanded road.
"The war is so dangerous. My Majesty Da Qi is worried about the people of the world. Therefore, the benevolence and righteousness cease the war. The victory is not divided. How can we know who is the winner?" Seeing that the mustache took it for granted, even Fan Xian, who was always calm, wanted to rush forward and beat him up.
Xin Qiwu, the Shaoqing of Honghe Temple, smiled slightly, but Fan Xian could see a bit of insidiousness from this smile. This insidiousness was the confidence accumulated by Qing Guo's twenty years of victories. I just heard the senior official of the Qing Kingdom say softly: "In this case, please come back, your envoy, between you and me, we will fight one more time. After the real battle is won, it will not be too late to negotiate."
What's this? This is a naked threat, this is a naked state terrorism, and this is a naked hooliganism.
There was no shock on Fan Xian's face, but deep down he was filled with admiration: "This Xin Shaoqing really dares to speak."
Sure enough, as soon as this remark came out, the Northern Qi side began to attack Qing officials for their random remarks, which had an irreparable impact on the friendship between the two countries. Unexpectedly, Xin Shaoqing continued to reply coldly: "When did your two countries ever Was there such a thing as friendship?"
"Wei Xiaobao's negotiating style is probably like this." Fan Xian murmured in his heart. The majestic young minister of Honglu Temple actually acted like a scoundrel in the exchanges between the two countries. If Qing Kingdom was not really powerful, such a situation would definitely not have happened.
Negotiations at Honglu Temple have always been well coordinated, with red faces and black faces taking turns to appear on the stage, and sure enough, another master immediately stood up with a benevolent face: "My lords, don't forget your duties, and don't be affected by your emotions. It fulfilled His Majesty's original intention to restore the good relations between the two countries."
The two sides walked away, and the tea party ended. The high-level officials had already shown themselves, and the real fight at the negotiating table was left to the hard-working lower-level officials.
It's just that the negotiations have reached an impasse and cannot move forward for a while. And Zhuang Mohan, the great master of the Northern Qi Mission, rarely came out to meet people after he entered the palace and talked with the Queen Mother once. Fan Xian was a little puzzled, did that old man come for a vacation