Chapter 412 Xiao Fan Shixian? He's just a cheater
Fan Xian walked down the hall and shouted: "Come with paper, come with ink."
He thought in his heart that this was what Chu Pingsheng and Li Yunrui's group had done. Is it your own problem? He is too naive, too childish. With his poetry reserves, Zhuang Mohan turns into a clown in minutes.
Li Yunqian waved his hand, and two young eunuchs carried a dark wooden table, spread the rice paper on it, and placed the polished inkstone and white jade pen on the mountain-shaped pen holder.
Hou Zhigang stepped forward, looked at the portable wine can, and Fan Xian, whose cheeks were red from drinking, said: "Master Fan, if you want to write a poem, I am brave enough to copy it for you."
No one was surprised by Eunuch-wai's performance.
Did Emperor Qing have an illegitimate son? Although Li Yunqian never admitted it directly, and Fan Xian still used the name of Sinan Bo's illegitimate son to hang out in the court, but since it was said by Bai Feng, the great master of Xihu, it is 90% true. .
It is normal for the eunuch to help the prince copy poems.
Pop!
After taking another two sips of wine, Fan Xian threw the wine can and walked a few steps forward. He walked up the steps and looked at the emperor, the eldest princess, Zhuang Mohan, and Chu Chu. Throughout his life, he turned around suddenly, raised his arms, and pointed to the sky to compose poems.
“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don’t see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and turns to snow at dusk.” To the moon. I am destined to be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent."
"Don't worry about having no friends in the world."< br>
The second prince sat with his hands folded, watching Fan Xian drunkenly compose a poem, reciting beautiful verses with great emotion. He glanced at the prince with a solemn expression, a hint of pride in his eyes.
Zhuang Mohan sometimes frowned, sometimes shook his head, and sometimes sighed. He didn't know whether he was impressed by the beauty of Fan Xian's poems, or realized that he had read more than ten thousand volumes and composed more than five cars, but he was not as good as a young man who was less than twenty years old. .
Although Li Yunrui was surprised, he controlled his expression well. Occasionally he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a cup, and glanced at the relaxed Crown Prince and Grand Master Chu opposite him.
In the back hall of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the talented ladies in the Kyoto socialite circle were excited.
“Fan Xian composed a poem, Fan Xian composed a poem about wine, Zhuang Mohan, a great literary figure, was stunned.”
Princess Roujia, the daughter of Prince Jing, held the The hem of her long skirt crossed the threshold and told the group of good sisters who often sat together to discuss poetry and composition about the news seen from the front.
When Fan Ruoruo heard this, she immediately felt happy, thinking that her brother had indeed not lied to her. This kind of poetry and literary talent was unparalleled in the world.
The two little fans in Duke Qing and Prince Zhengshan couldn’t bear it anymore. They threw aside the eunuch’s warning and ran quickly to the main hall. From behind the screen, they secretly looked at the man who was reciting Su Dongpo’s "Jiangchengzi". , the great talent of Fan who was wild and wanton and devoured mountains and rivers.
With these two people taking the lead, Lin Wan'er, Princess Roujia of Prince Jing's Palace, Princess Changping of Prince Li's Palace, and the second young lady of Marquis Zhongyong followed suit. Even Ye Ling'er, who was not interested in poetry, also followed suit. , she didn't want to catch a glimpse of Fan Xianzhi, she wanted to see how wonderful the expression on Chu Pingsheng's face was at this moment.
“Fan Xian is really amazing.”
“So talented. Look, Mr. Zhuang’s face is blue.”
"Northern Qi has always said that they have profound cultural heritage and are the orthodox country in the world. Now that we have a prolific poet like Fan Xian in Nanqing, Zhuang Mohan will certainly not be happy."
"Poetry Immortal, this title is good and very vivid. He is dressed in white and carrying wine, thinking about poetry like crazy, and floating like an immortal."
"Look, Eunuch Hou is laughing so hard that he can't even close his mouth."
< br>"If you ask me, regardless of family background, only Fan Xian is qualified to be the prince's teacher."
Lin Wan'er did not speak, but looked at her former... fiancé with a complicated expression.
Ye Ling'er's attention was not on Fan Xian, but on Chu Pingsheng, with eyes that seemed to say, "You will definitely lose."
Their behavior was a bit wanton. Li Yunqian saw it, but he only glanced at it and said nothing.
Fan Xian is his and Ye Qingmei’s son after all. Who doesn’t want their children to be the best among men? Although... his relationship with this son is a bit complicated.
The Northern Qi envoy and the accompanying Nanqing civil servants also discussed it a lot.
A director of the Imperial College said: "Leading the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses to roll around Pinggang. Good words, good words. I didn't expect that Fan Xielu still had an iron-blooded spirit and was brave enough to fight. The Heart of the Battlefield ”
Even Xin Qiwu couldn't help but patted his thigh and praised: "The last sentence is better. He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf. Look, the faces of those people in Northern Qi are more ugly than the last." ”
Shangjing, the capital of Northern Qi, is located just northwest of Kyoto, the capital of Nanqing. Fan Xian drew his bow and looked northwest, and wanted to shoot Sirius. What does that mean? Even fools know it.
Master Wang, who was serving the Imperial College next to him, patted his leg and pointed at the crown prince sitting above him: "Master Xin, will you be in trouble if Master Chu sees you like this?"< br>
When Xin Qiwu heard this, he quickly corrected himself and glanced up from the corner of his eye. He saw Chu Pingsheng pouring his drink slowly without paying any attention to him, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Everyone knows that Chu Pingsheng and Fan Xian cannot deal with each other.
A disciple of a great master, the prince's grand master, the founder of the mansion, Tong Sansi, an illegitimate son of the emperor, a great talent of Nanqing, he was caught in a dilemma, okay? "An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy... An Neng can bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy... Hehe... Hehe... Only Mr. Xiao Fan knows my heart."
In the corner, a seventh-grade writer was drinking. He might have been infected by Fan Xian, and his behavior was a bit wild, which made the doctor from the Imperial College next to him keep licking his lips and winking, trying to get him to convergence point.
Fan Xielu is the emperor's illegitimate son. He can indulge in poetry and imagination at the night banquet, but people like them cannot.
At the same time, Fan Xian noticed Fan Ruoruo peeking out from behind the screen. He smiled triumphantly at her, turned back to look at the seat above him, glanced at Chu Pingsheng, and borrowed Jiang Chengzi's heroic spirit to write another poem.
"I'm so angry that I'm leaning against the railing, and the misty rain has stopped."
He smiled frivolously, turned around with his sleeves rolled up: "Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong ambitions."
"Thirty years of fame and fame. Earth, eight thousand miles away, clouds and moon. Don’t wait, the young man’s head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow.”
Fan Xielu, who was drunk and in love, trembled, his eyes trembled, his pupils shrank, and his heart was full of passion. It felt like being in a world of ice and snow, and everything felt wrong.
Because the second half of the sentence was not from him, but from someone else.
At this time, the civil servants on both sides of the aisle, especially Xin Qiwu, pointed behind him and stammered: "Chu...Chu...Master Chu...Sir..."
"Jingkang Shame, It's still not snowing, but when will it be destroyed? Riding a long chariot to break through the gap in the Helan Mountains! The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns and drink the blood of the Huns. Let's clean up the old mountains and rivers and face the sky! "
Fan Xian turned around and saw a man standing up and coming down, holding a half-red and half-white peach that looked a little hard.
"Fan Xian, you read this poem specifically for me, right?"
After saying that, he raised his sleeves and the peach disappeared.
Fan Xian lost his temper while drunk, and was even more confused. He was hit directly on the bridge of the nose by a peach. He lost his footing. He fell off the steps with a groan and sat down on the ground.
The whole audience was stunned.
No one thought that Chu Pingsheng would beat Fan Xian hard in front of his father, Emperor Qing.
Even the eldest princess, Li Yunrui, opened her red mouth slightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Lin Wan'er's feet moved slightly, but she only took half a step and then retracted.
Fan Ruoruo cared about her brother, so she rushed out from behind the screen, picked up Fan Xian from the ground and saw that he had a nosebleed.
At this moment, he could not care that this was a state banquet. He pointed at Chu Pingsheng and said: "You...in the auditorium of the country, in front of His Majesty, under the eyes of all the ministers, how dare you hurt someone? "
"You also know that this is the auditorium of the country. In front of your majesty, under the eyes of all the ministers," Chu Pingsheng said in a cold voice: "There are all the envoys from the Northern Qi, Dongyi, and Xihu. What qualifications does a woman with no official title have to run wild in the main hall?"
After speaking, he turned around, looked at Li Yunqian with a cold expression and said: "Emperor Nanqing, this...is how you treat guests in Qing Dynasty? Dao? "
His Majesty also stopped shouting.
There are no more rituals.
Li Yunqian looked at him for a while, then looked at the guard with a knife standing at the door and said: "Take it down."
Gong Dian, who had lost his right hand, led people into the palace and pinned Fan Ruoruo to the ground.
“Let her go!”
Fan Xian had blood coming from his nostrils and smelled of alcohol as he pushed the two guards.
Gong Dian dodged and cut in. Fan Xian jumped into the air with his left hand, swayed, and looked coldly at the man who had slapped him in the Qing Temple.
Li Yunqian solved Fan Ruoruo's problem, and the frightened talented women all shrank back behind the screen, looking sideways at Chu Pingsheng: "You committed an attack on the spot and injured Fan Xielu. Do you really think that I dare not punish you?"
In the past, Chu Ping was so lively as Lai Mingcheng, Lin Youdao and others, forget it, but now he beats his son in front of foreign envoys, let alone the emperor of a country, even if he is just from the standpoint of a father, I also want to fight for my son.
“The night banquet in the Hall of Prayer for Good Nian was held with foreign envoys, and the celebration was for peace in the world. Without Nan Qing’s concessions, without Northern Qi’s compromise, without the mediation of Dongyi City, without my teacher Guarded by Bai Feng, Grand Master Ku He may have already invaded your Qingguo Palace and killed many members of the Li family. How could we be in today's situation? Fan Xian first mocked Northern Qi and then Xihu, viewing this Four Kingdoms Night Banquet as catharsis. Shouldn't he be punished for such wild behavior due to his emotions? Are you acting wild at the night banquet?"
Chu Pingsheng pointed at Li Yunqian's nose and said: "Today, I will put my words here on behalf of my master. If you want to fight, Xihu will join forces with Northern Qi and Dongyi. You Qingguo fight to the death.”
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the Northern Qi envoys were agitated, looking at Chu Pingsheng with intense eyes.
Just now Fan Xian said the sentence "Can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, shoot at the wolf", they felt uncomfortable in their hearts, but no one came forward to ridicule them. Zhuang Mohan is a scholar and lacks martial arts. Bloody, now that Chu Pingsheng, the disciple of the great master of Xihu, has turned his back on the spot, challenged Emperor Qing, and stood in the position of Northern Qi, it is naturally very popular.
(End of this chapter)