A few days ago, a rumor spread among the high-ranking families in Kyoto that the palace intended to marry the young lady of the Lin family from the Royal Garden to an illegitimate child from Danzhou.
His Majesty loves this princess who is lingering on the sickbed very much.
Lin Wan'er is the illegitimate daughter of the Prime Minister. She has a very good relationship with her two brothers, Lin Cong and Lin Dabao, but in the final analysis, the Prime Minister's Office still cannot publicly recognize her identity.
After the news from the palace came out, most of Kyoto’s attention was focused on the future prince-in-law of the Fan family.
I just didn’t expect that the illegitimate son Fan Xian would have a conflict with someone in a restaurant not long after he entered Beijing.
What is even more outrageous is that after the conflict, the illegitimate son used black fists directly on our eldest son Guo Baokun, Guo, and it seemed that he had no martial ethics at all.
Obviously, Fan Xian, who had just arrived in the capital, did not regard himself as an outsider. After learning that Guo Baokun was the son of the Minister of Rites, he still chose to use black fists without saying a word.
People in Kyoto felt that Fan Xian might be just like Fan Sizhe, the young master of Fan Mansion, a dandy who bullied and dominated the market.
After Lu Ze saw Guo Baokun at the East Palace Residence that day, he knew that this guy's panda eyes had been punched out.
Guo Baokun met with Lu Ze that day, ostensibly to talk about the poetry meeting, but in fact he wanted Lu Ze, the prince, to see that he had been bullied.
Lu Ze only felt that this bitch like him was indeed stupid and cute.
In the back garden of Prince Jing’s residence, people in the pavilion on the lake were discussing poems and songs enthusiastically. The conversation must be based on quotations from classics. The lake was sparkling under the breeze and the rising sun. These scholars and beauties looked quite handsome. There is a vigorous and upward scene.
On Lu Ze's side, the so-called talented people all want to leave even the slightest impression in front of the future prince.
The scholars seemed to be sitting casually, but in fact they were all gathered around the small tea table in the center, where Lu Ze was.
Fan Xian, who was sitting in the corner, was a little bored. He glanced at Lu Ze who was making serious comments not far away, and then looked at the dog-legged Young Master Guo.
Fan Xian thought to himself that the prince could accept a fool like Guo Baokun. He must not be very wise or powerful.
After entering Beijing, Fan Xian inquired about some general conditions in Beijing.
Among them, the heated battle between the crown prince and the second prince is naturally an unavoidable topic.
At this time, Fan Xian knew that the internal treasury that his father, Fan Jian, wanted him and the Lin family girl to take over after they got married, seemed to be in the hands of the prince's party.
This prince has a close relationship with his mother-in-law, which is known to everyone in the capital.
Fan Xian thought about the strange situation in the capital, and thought about the girl with chicken legs that he missed so much, he held his chin and sighed from time to time.
So much so that after the poetry meeting began, he looked like a strange flower.Sample.
After the protagonist of this poetry meeting, Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing’s son, announced the start of the poetry meeting, two pavilions on the lake competed to write poems. From time to time, there would be female servants holding transcribed poems between men and women at the table. Poems were circulated back and forth, and there were many very good ones.
"Miss Ruoruo's article about shaking the city of Danzhou is truly a masterpiece of the highest quality"
"Your Highness, please read it"
Prince Li Hongcheng looked at the new chapter that the female envoy had just handed over, blurted out a good word, and then couldn't help but praise it.
Lu Ze took the piece of paper written in Juanxiu small regular script, nodded slightly, and first gave the paper full marks.
Originally, there was no such thing as paper in the world. I could only lament that the old man Ye Qingmei had brought many novel things to the world. But when Lu Ze took a closer look at what was written on the paper, he almost couldn't bear it. I laughed out loud.
The thin yellowish paper has a poem written by Fan Ruoruo written on it.
"The level of the lake in August is too clear. The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking the city of Danzhou. If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen, there are only envious fishes. Love."
The scholars in Tingyuan also nodded frequently, feeling that the girl from the Fan family was indeed worthy of the name of a talented woman.
I just vaguely felt that it was a bit strange for a woman to write such a magnificent poem with some unwillingness to sit idle at home, but at this time in front of the prince, the scholars did not say anything more. , for fear of leaving some bad impression.
Fan Ruoruo quickly asked the female envoy to pass the message.
"This poem was written by my elder brother when he was ten years old, while he was sitting on the top of Danzhou City looking at the East China Sea. Today, my younger sister copied it out, just to invite you to read it."
Everyone said this Then it became clear.
It turns out that this masterpiece is not where the Miss Fan family is, but where the silent Fan Xian is in the corner. < /p>
Guo Baokun curled his lips disdainfully, "How could this poem be written by him?"
Although Young Master Guo's voice was small, everyone heard what Young Master Guo said. If this poem was really written by Fan Xian, he would have eaten the stone stool in front of him, so everyone naturally chose to ignore his words.
Lu Ze looked at Fan Xian with a half-smile, who was enjoying the surprised looks of everyone.
Others don’t know.
But Lu Ze knew.
This poem is clearly written by the great poet Meng Haoran and presented to Prime Minister Zhang by Lin Dongting Lake, but Fan Xian changed the word "Yueyang City" in the poem "Bo Han Yueyang City" to "Bo Han Danzhou City".
Lu Ze estimated that this guy had written it in a cup when he wrote to Fan Ruoruo before, but today she took it out to support Fan Xian.
Fan Ruoruo did not forget his father's advice.
After all, today is my brother’s first official appearance since he came to the capital, and even TaiHis Royal Highness has come to the poetry meeting. In this case, if he can become famous and grab the top prize, then the marriage with Miss Lin's family may go smoothly.
All eyes were focused on Fan Xian.
The latter smiled very shyly, and then held his hands towards everyone in a neither humble nor condescending manner. He obviously recognized that this was a poem written by him, but whether it was the poem he wrote with his bare buttocks and balls when he was ten years old. I don't know if it was written in the city of Danzhou.
Guo Baokun was furious when he saw Fan Xian acting like this.
Of course he didn't believe that the guy in front of him could write such a poem. Mr. Guo looked at Lu Zedanran's expression and found that His Highness the Crown Prince had no hint at all, so he glanced at Fan Xian coldly. At a glance, "Brother Fan is really a genius. He was able to compose such a poem at the age of ten. I wonder if there are other masterpieces. Please read it carefully."
Guo Baokun's meaning is naturally that this poem is not It was not written by Fan Xian.
A smile broke out on Fan Xian's face. After standing up, he looked at Guo Baokun with a slightly downward gaze.
Then he looked at Lu Ze and bowed, "I wonder if Your Highness thinks this poem was written by me?"
The scholars in Tingyuan were shocked. It became audible to hear the drop of a needle, and there was silence.
Even Prince Jing Li Hongcheng quickly glanced at Fan Xian at this time. Although everyone knew that Guo Baokun was from His Highness the Crown Prince's side, Fan Xian could not directly point the finger at him no matter what. In the case of the prince, because it is related to the etiquette of the king and his ministers.
At this time, Guo Baokun looked at Fan Xian's indifferent expression. He immediately became furious and pointed at Fan Xian, "You are so impudent."
Fan Xian bowed and saluted Lu Ze again. But he asked the question just now again.
Fan Xian learned about the problem of the inner treasury from his father Fan Jian. Now he wants to snatch the inner treasury back from the prince's party, so this time Fan Xian thought about it first Testing the prince, part of the reason was naturally that he was slightly unhappy seeing the prince who was even prettier than him. The principle of same-sex repulsion applies everywhere.
"This poem was written by you." Lu Ze smiled, and then said, "But it was not written by you."
Everyone on the scene responded to Lu Ze's remarks Mo Hu looked very confused when he said uncertain words.
But at this time, Fan Xian seemed to understand the true meaning of Lu Ze's words. His expression gradually became less cynical. He placed his slightly serious eyes on Lu Ze and frowned. What does His Highness mean by this?"
Lu Ze told the truth, "I believe that this poem was indeed written by you, but you are not the author of the poem."
Lu Ze. Ze's words made everyone nod their heads, and Guo Baokun next to him even shouted several times in succession, yes, yes, yes. Naturally, the scholars did not deliberately follow Lu Ze's words, but they all thought that Fan from Danzhou Xian cannot write such a poem.
Guo Baokun’s laughter became louder, “Brother Fan, why don’t you just casually sing a masterpiece on the spot to impress everyone in Kyoto?”No matter how much the gifted scholar and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince admire Brother Fan's outstanding literary talents. "
Fan Xian sighed.
Suddenly his cold eyes looked around the people in the pavilion, and finally focused on Lu Ze. Fan Xian didn't think there was anyone in this world. He is a pervert possessed by the three gods Li Dusu and blessed by five thousand years of poetry. He is able to compose poems better than himself.
"Why don't you, Your Highness, compose poems with me?"
Lu Ze. Guo Baokun, who was about to scold Fan Xian for not knowing etiquette, stopped and directly asked the waiter outside the pavilion to bring him a pen and paper.
Lu Ze smiled brightly, and when he faced Lu Ze, he just said. One word "can". "
At this time, the pavilion where the girls in the back garden were also found out about what happened here, and Fan Ruoruo was shocked. Although his father's original intention was to let his brother make an appearance through this poetry meeting , but it was not an appearance like this
Soon, Lu Ze and Fan Xian wrote down their own poems on the spot.
The pavilion where the woman was sitting was eager to see this side. With hope, the task of reading poems this time was naturally the responsibility of the prince Li Hongcheng. Lu Ze said softly, "I will leave Mr. Fan's masterpieces for later. Cousin, let's read my poems first." ”
Fan Xian had no objection.
He just crossed his arms across his chest with a faint smile on his face.
Fan Xian I silently thought that being famous was not my intention, but everyone in the capital was forcing me to do so.
I could only say sorry to the Crown Prince.
The prince picked up what Lu Ze had written. After looking at the paper for a few times, it froze in place. The scholars in the pavilion were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and they couldn't wait to come forward and take it into their hands to see it in person.
I only heard it. Li Hongcheng's slightly trembling voice sounded, and after hearing just one sentence, the smile on Fan Xian's face suddenly froze.
He looked at Lu Ze with incredible eyes. Guo Baokun saw Mr. Fan like this. I felt extremely comfortable, and everyone in the pavilion applauded and praised the prince's masterpiece. They sincerely believed that it was everyone's work.
"The wind is strong, the sky is high, and the ape is screaming in mourning. The white birds fly back from the clear sand. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop. ”
“Eternal sorrow and all kinds of sorrow are all in a cup of turbid wine”
“Your Highness, what a beautiful poem”
Everyone was immersed in it In the sad mood of the poem.
The first four sentences describe the scenery of climbing up and seeing the characteristics of the autumn season. The first couplet is a partial close-up view, and the last four sentences are the overall distant view. Lyrically writing about the feelings of climbing high, expressing the sadness of poverty, old age and living in a foreign country.
At this moment, whether you are from a wealthy family or a child from a poor family, looking at the beautiful scenery in the back garden of Prince Jing's Mansion, you are surprised. Everyone felt a deep sense of sadness.
Lu Ze didn’t say much in the face of everyone’s praise.Well, Guo Baokun happily asked the prince to quickly read the poem written by Fan Xian. Li Hongcheng sighed slightly, actually already knowing the outcome of this comparison.
Only after he picked up the piece of paper written by Fan Xian, he was shocked again.
Everyone thought that another masterpiece had been published, but Li Hongcheng frowned and quickly said, "The poem written by Brother Fan is exactly the same as that written by His Royal Highness, and it is word for word."
Suddenly, there was an uproar in the pavilion.
Fan Xian was eager to know where Lu Ze knew this poem.
And he was able to bump into him by such a coincidence.
Lu Ze directly said that this everyone’s work was not his own, but that he learned about such a masterpiece from an old man a few days ago, and took advantage of this time to write it out for everyone to read. The prince and everyone immediately understood that this was the case.
It’s just that at this time, everyone looked at Fan Xian a little strangely.
Could it be that Mr. Fan also learned about such a masterpiece from that mysterious master?
That would be a coincidence.
Fan Xian had a hint of depression in his brows, not really imagining what Lu Ze said.
But he knew that his first appearance in Kyoto had been messed up.
After the poetry meeting, Lu Ze, accompanied by the prince, wandered around the mansion. The Puyuan in the side courtyard did not have any of the exotic flowers and plants that wealthy families like to plant. Everyone knew that Prince Jing loved planting. Vegetables and crops for people.
When I saw Prince Jing, he was wearing a straw hat to protect the sun from the sun, dressed in the clothes of an old farmer, holding a hoe with an old handle in his hand, and was working diligently in the fields. With.
"Cheng Qian has met my uncle."
Lu Ze saluted respectfully towards the old man in front of him.
In fact, Lu Ze seldom came to Prince Jing’s residence in his memory. The fundamental reason was that Li Hongcheng was actually relatively close to the second prince, so today Li Hongcheng would appear to have Extremely surprised.
Prince Jing nodded slightly.
Lu Ze didn't care much about his appearance and sat on the wooden pony nearby. Facing the water that his uncle poured himself, he didn't seem to care at all about the mud on the bottom of the cup. Drink it all.
Prince Jing looked extremely confused, as if he did not expect that Lu Ze could act like this.
Lu Ze smiled.
"In front of outsiders, I am the prince."
"In front of my uncle, I am a nephew."
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