This night is destined to be an unusual night.
Fan Xian chatted and wrote poems like crazy, Zhuang Mohan, a generation of masters, left the stage sadly. His Majesty made it clear that he wanted to cultivate the eldest son of the Fan family. , After returning to the mansion, they discussed everything they saw with their staff or fellow travelers. But everyone was extremely shocked, and the most discussed one was, of course, the performance of the Eighth Rank Lawyer Fan Xian in front of the hall tonight.
In the end, they came to a common conclusion, Mr. Fan is really a poet.
Some people wondered if Fan Xian had written so many poems over the years and then posted them all in one night. Because after all, these poems have different situations and different emotions. If it is said that they can be formed naturally after wandering in such different and intense emotions overnight, I am afraid that the poet will go crazy.
But no matter what it is, everyone still thinks that Fan Xian is not an ordinary person. Nonsense, which ordinary person can hug out such good poems like Chinese cabbage, even if you are not afraid of being tired, you have to plant them.
All in all, in a world close to the world of Qing Kingdom, every beautiful, exciting, or depressing literary and exquisite rhetoric was landed in Fan Xian's mouth today, unwillingly or willingly, and from then on, it became the next chapter in the spirit of this world. Difficult part.
In those poems, there were some incomprehensible scriptures and incomprehensible points, which were all regarded as Mr. Fan's slurred speech after drinking too much, and they planned to ask him for advice after he sobered up. As for whether Fan Xian will be forced to write a fictional general history of China and complete the four major masterpieces because he wants to lie in the future, or whether he will resolutely leave the palace to avoid trouble, that is a matter for later.
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On the carriage back to Fan Manor, Fan Xian was still sleeping soundly. Later, someone with good intentions calculated it for him. Regardless of how many poems he wrote during the palace banquet that night, he drank a full nine catties of fine imperial wine. So when his poems were destined to intoxicate many scholars in the world, he himself was so drunk that he passed out.
He was carried out of the palace by the eunuchs from under His Majesty's feet, reeking of alcohol, full of complaints and speechless, thanks to this, he did not faint under the eyes of everyone looking at the gods.
After getting into the carriage of the Fan Mansion, the father-in-laws in the palace carefully told the servants of the Fan Mansion to take good care of their master. Those elders all said that this master's head is a treasure of the Qing Kingdom, so he dare not spoil it. up.
When the car arrived at the Fan Mansion, the well-informed members of the Fan Mansion had known for a long time that their young master had won great glory in front of the palace, and slapped Zhuang Mohan Da Da across the face, and the whole family felt honored. The servant happily carried him off the carriage, and Liu Shi personally cleared the way, sent him to the bedroom, and then cooked the hangover soup by herself. Fan Ruoruo was worried that the maid was not careful enough, so she twisted the towel carefully and wet his dry lips.
Fan Sizhe, who was woken up, rubbed his sore eyes, and looked at his brother who was so drunk that he was unconscious with envy and admiration. Si Nan Bo Fan Jian was writing and smiling in his study, with a look of consolation. Even the illiterate servants could understand these four words on the master's face. He thought to himself, what should be written in the booklet for His Majesty? ? It is estimated that His Majesty should not be surprised what happened to Fan Xian, after all, he is the child of a Tianmai practitioner.
The night was getting darker, and after being excited for a while, everyone gradually dispersed, not daring to disturb Fan Xian's drunken dream. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and said to his sister who was guarding the bed: "In the belt, there are light blue balls. .”
If Ruoruo saw that he was awake, before he could ask questions, he hurried over to take out the pill from his belt, and carefully fed him to swallow.
Fan Xian closed his eyes for a long time, slowly channeled his true energy, and found that this hangover pill really had a miraculous effect. There was no discomfort in his chest and abdomen, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his brain. Of course, he wasn't really drunk, otherwise when the palace "recited" earlier, if he accidentally read out the original authors of those poems as they were, it would have been wonderful.
"I'm worried that someone will come to see me in the middle of the night. After all, I'm in a state of drunkenness." Fan Xian frowned while thinking with his sister's help in wearing night clothes. His eyes were clear. He was not so drunk in the palace before.
"Probably not. I told you that I will personally take care of you tonight." Fan Ruoruo knew what he was going to do, so she couldn't help feeling a little worried.
"Liu..." Fan Xian frowned and said, "Will you come and take care of me?"
"I'll watch here, no one should come in." Fan Ruoruo looked into his eyes worriedly, and said in a low voice, "But brother, you better hurry up."
Fan Xian touched the dagger on the sole of his boot, the three thin needles in his hair, and the pills on his waist. He confirmed that the equipment was complete, and nodded: "I will do it as soon as possible."
Walking around from the back of the mansion to the house where he was going to get married, he had already put on his night clothes at this time, and it was extremely difficult to be spotted under the cover of the night. Only when he moved, the black light flow brought by the rapid movement of his body could be seen. There will be some ghostly feelings. Drilled out from under the prepared courtyard wall, there was already a carriage parked there.
Fan Xianlu's brows frowned slightly outside the black scarf. Although there is no curfew in Beijing, the management on the streets is still strict at night. After the Niulan Street incident, the city inspector was rectified terribly, so he is now extra vigilant serious. So he temporarily gave up the idea of using a horse-drawn carriage instead of traveling. With a flick of his human form, the true energy flowed into his whole body, and he immediately accelerated, disappearing into the dark night of Kyoto.
The Fan Mansion is not far from the Imperial Palace. Not long after, Fan Xian has already touched the foot of the west side of the Imperial City Roots. It is the place where the servants in the palace meet with the inner city. It is usually a bit lively, but now that it is night, it has become Gotta be quiet. Under the cover of the dwarf trees, he lowered his body halfway and jumped to the side of the Yudai River, hooked his left hand on the stone railing by the river, and moved forward like a koala.
The lights ahead were a little bright, but the river looked very dark. Fan Xian didn't dare to be careless, relying on the endless domineering zhenqi in his body, half-closed his breath, and moved his body carefully.
I don't know how long it took, and finally bypassed the two arch bridges and came to the quiet woods on the side of the palace. Fan Xian relaxed a little, opened his mouth and took a few quick breaths, feeling that his body had gradually become aroused, as if he enjoyed this dangerous activity very much.
The palace wall next to the forest is a full five feet high, and the wall surface is extremely smooth, there is no place to put effort on it. There is no way for all martial arts masters in the world to jump over it. Of course, for the few people who have already advanced to the Grandmaster level, whether this high wall can work or not has yet to be tested in practice.
Fan Xian was not one of the four great masters, but he had other methods. The vermilion wall in front of him looked a little blue in the dark night. He slid from the woods to the wall like a shadow, and found a In the dark corner where the palace lantern could not illuminate, he forcibly calmed his mind, sat cross-legged, and slowly transformed the domineering zhenqi in his body through the snow mountain into warm qi threads, regulating his body condition.
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In the deep palace, not far from the Hanguang Hall, Hong Sixiang sat quietly in his room. The Empress Dowager is not in good health today. He heard some funny things from the emperor's court banquet today. After hearing Zhuang Mo Han was so angry that Fan Xian vomited blood, and the Queen Mother couldn't help laughing, but for some reason, it seemed that there was some sadness similar to that of the old people, so she went to bed early.
Hong Sixiang has been in this palace for dozens of years, and the young eunuchs don't know how old he is, so he must be seventy or eighty years old? Anyway, Hong Sixiang's only job in the palace now is to talk to the Queen Mother. He has stayed here since the founding of the Qing Kingdom. When he was young, he liked to go out to the palace for a stroll. When he was old, he realized that there was actually no difference between the outside of the palace and the inside of the palace.
Hong Sixiang picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then took a small wine glass and took a sip with pleasure. The oil lamp on the table was dimmed, and the old eunuch thought of the young master of the Fan family going berserk in the hall today, a smile could not help but appear on the corners of his lips, even if he is an eunuch, our family is also an eunuch from the Qing Dynasty, who can make people in Northern Qi suffer, Eunuch Hong is in a good mood good.
On the other side of the inner palace, candles were lit in His Majesty's study room, which was naturally much brighter than the eunuchs' rooms. The current emperor is a diligent and caring emperor, so he often reviews memorials at night. The eunuchs have long been used to it, and they just keep supper with warm water, waiting to be summoned at any time.
It was late at night after the banquet in front of the palace today, but the emperor was still diligent, sitting in front of the table, holding a writing brush in his hand, the tip of the brush was stained with bright red, like a silent knife for killing people. Suddenly, the tip of his pen stopped in the air above the memorial, and his brows gradually frowned.
The eunuch Bingbi on the side said Xiaoyi: "Is your majesty tired, or should we take a rest first?"
The emperor laughed and scolded: "Tonight in the palace, don't tell me you haven't cut off your hands after copying poems."
The eunuch pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "The country has poetic talents, and the slaves can't wait to copy like this every day."
The emperor smiled and didn't continue to say anything, but occasionally looked up at the window, always feeling that there was something strange in the dark night there.
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The imperial palace is very large, and the imperial palace in Xia Ye is very quiet. The maids half-closed their eyes and felt sleepy, but they dared not go to sleep for a while. The guards guarded the outer city carefully, but the inner palace felt peaceful.
At the corner of the wall, beside the rockery, Wu Zhu, wearing a new light brown dress, blended into the night, and the only eyes that could be noticed by others were also covered by the black cloth. His entire body seemed to have become an existence very similar to the surrounding dead things with the help of some kind of cultivation technique.
Breathing and heartbeat have slowed down to the extreme, moving in harmony with the gentle night wind all around. Even if someone walked past him, if he didn't deliberately look over there, it would be difficult to find his existence.
Wuzhu "looked" at the lights in the emperor's study room for an unknown amount of time, then he lowered his head slowly, put on a black hood, and silently walked towards the other direction of the palace. The route he walked skillfully avoided the lights, took advantage of the terrain, surrounded by grass and flowers, entered the mountains without a trace, patrolled the lake silently, was as terrifying as a ghost, and walked in the heavily guarded inner palace like a leisurely stroll.