A few days ago, a rumor spread among the high-profile families in Kyoto that the palace intended to marry the young lady of the Lin family from the Royal Villa to an illegitimate son from Danzhou.
Your Majesty loves this princess who is lingering on the sick bed 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.
As the news from the palace came out, most of Kyoto's attention was focused on the future prince-in-law of the Fan family.
Unexpectedly, the illegitimate son Fan Xian would have a conflict with someone in a restaurant not long after he arrived in Beijing.
What's even more outrageous is that after the conflict, the illegitimate son used black fists directly on our Guo Baokun and Mr. Guo. 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 knowing 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.
When 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 club, but in fact he wanted Lu Ze, the prince, to see that he had been bullied.
Lu Ze only felt that this bitch of his was indeed a bit cute in his stupidity.
In the back garden of Prince Jing's residence, people in the attic of the pavilion on the lake were discussing poetry and songs enthusiastically. The conversation must be based on quotations from scriptures. The lake was sparkling under the breeze and the rising sun. These scholars and beauties seemed to be in a prosperous and uplifting mood. .
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 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 that 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 a topic that cannot be avoided.
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.
The prince had a close relationship with his mother-in-law, and everyone in the capital knew about it.
Fan Xian thought about the strange situation in the capital, and thought about the girl with chicken legs that he longed for. 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.
After Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's son, the protagonist of this poetry meeting, 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 passing the written poems back and forth between the men and women's tables. There were many people. It's a good poem.
"Miss Ruoruo's "Shaking Danzhou City" is truly a top-notch masterpiece!"
"Please give it a try, Your Highness!"
The Crown Prince Li Hongcheng looked at the new chapter that the 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. He 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 help but laugh.
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 clouds are steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking the city of Danzhou. In order to help people without boats, they live in shameful sages. Sitting and watching the fishermen, they only envy the fish."
The scholars in the pavilion 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 so majestic.
It was a bit strange for a woman to write some poems that were not willing to be 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 for you to read."
Only then did everyone understand.
It turns out that this masterpiece is not where the Miss Fan family is, but where the silent Fan Xian is in the corner.
The scholars in the pavilion looked at the illegitimate son no longer with disdain and neglect, but with shock. Could this kind of poem really be written by Fan Xian when he was ten years old?
Guo Baokun curled his lips disdainfully: "How could this poem be written by him?"
Although Young Master Guo's voice was low, everyone heard it. Young Master Guo said that if this poem was really written by Fan Xian, he would eat the stone stool in front of him. Naturally, everyone chose to ignore what he said. talk.
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 "A Presentation to Prime Minister Zhang at the Dongting Lake" written by the great poet Meng Haoran, except that Fan Xian changed the word "Yueyang City in Waves of Yueyang City" to "Bo Waves in 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 His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came to the poetry meeting. In this case, if he can become famous and grab the jackpot, then his marriage to Miss Lin may be a success. It can be smoother.
All eyes were focused on Fan Xian.
The latter smiled very shyly, and then held his hands in front of everyone in a neither humble nor condescending manner. He obviously recognized that this poem was written by him. The question is whether he wrote it when he was ten years old with his buttocks naked at the top of Danzhou City. I do not know.
Guo Baokun was furious when he saw Fan Xian acting like this.
Naturally, he didn't believe that the guy in front of him could write such a poem. Master Guo looked at Lu Zedan's expression and found that His Highness the Crown Prince didn't have any hint, so he glanced at Fan Xian coldly: "Brother Fan is really A generation of genius, he was able to write such a poem at the age of ten. I wonder if there are other masterpieces? Please read it carefully."
Guo Baokun naturally meant that this poem 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, bowed and saluted: "I wonder if Your Highness thinks this poem was written by me?"
The scholars in the pavilion were astonished. The place suddenly became quiet and could hear a needle drop.
Even Prince Jing Li Hongcheng quickly glanced at Fan Xian at this time. Although everyone knew that Guo Baokun was from the Crown Prince's side, Fan Xian could not directly point the finger at the Crown Prince in any case, because of this matter 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 presumptuous!"
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So cynical, he placed his slightly solemn eyes on Lu Ze and frowned: "What does His Highness mean by these words?"
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's words made everyone nod their heads, and Guo Baokun next to him even shouted "Yes, yes, yes" several times in succession. Naturally, the scholars did not deliberately follow what Lu Ze was saying, but they all thought that Danzhou Fan Xian could not write such a poem when he came here.
Guo Baokun's laughter became louder: "Brother Fan, why don't you sing a masterpiece on the spot again? Let all the talented people in Kyoto and His Highness the Crown Prince admire Brother Fan's outstanding literary talent."
Fan Xian sighed.
Suddenly his cold eyes looked around the people in the pavilion, and finally focused on Lu Ze. Fan Xian did not think that anyone in this world could write poetry better than him. He was possessed by the three gods Li Dusu and blessed by five thousand years of poetry. abnormal.
"Why don't you, Your Highness the Prince, come and compose a poem with me?"
Lu Ze stopped Guo Baokun, who was about to scold Fan Xian for his lack of etiquette, and directly called the waiter outside the pavilion to bring him paper and pen.
Lu Ze smiled brightly. Facing Lu Ze, he only said one word: "Yes."
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, it was not an appearance like this. !
Soon, Lu Ze and Fan Xian both wrote down their own improvised poems.
The pavilion where the woman was was looking forward to this, and 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 masterpiece to be revealed later. My cousin should read the book first." Palace’s poem.”
Fan Xian didn't have any objections.
He just crossed his arms across his chest with a faint smile on his face.
Fan Xian silently muttered in his heart: I don't want to be famous, but everyone in the capital is forcing me!
I can only say sorry to His Highness the Crown Prince.
The prince picked up the paper written by Lu Ze and after looking at it for a few times, he froze on the spot. The scholars in the pavilion were as anxious as ants on a hot pot and wanted to come forward and take it in their hands to see it in person.
Li Hongcheng's slightly trembling voice was heard, and after just one sentence, the smile on Fan Xian's face suddenly froze.
He looked at Lu Ze with incredible eyes. Guo Baokun felt extremely relieved when he saw Mr. Fan like this. Everyone in the pavilion applauded and praised the prince's masterpiece, sincerely thinking that it was everyone's work. .
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are whistling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Zhugistan. The endless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest, and a hundred years of illness is on the stage alone. Difficulties and hardships hate the frost on the temples, and the downfall has stopped. Dirty wine glass."
"The sorrow of the ages, all the sorrows, are all in a cup of turbid wine!"
"Your Highness, what a beautiful poem!"
Everyone was immediately immersed in the sad mood of the poem.
The first four sentences describe the scenery, describing the characteristics of the autumn season experienced by climbing high, and depicting the empty and lonely scenery of the river. The first couplet is a partial close-up view, and the chin couplet is an overall distant view. The last four sentences express the feelings of climbing high, expressing the sadness of being poor, old and sick, and living in a foreign country.
At this moment, whether they were from a wealthy family or a child from a poor family, they all felt a deep sense of sadness when looking at the beautiful scenery in the backyard of Prince Jing's Mansion.
Lu Ze didn't say much in the face of everyone's praise, while 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.
But 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 said quickly: "The poem written by Brother Fan... is exactly the same as the one written by His 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 had learned about such a masterpiece from an old man a few days ago, and today he took advantage of this opportunity to write it for everyone to read. The prince and everyone immediately understood that it turned out that in this way.
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?
What a coincidence.
Fan Xian had a hint of depression in his brows, not quite 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 the exotic flowers and herbs that wealthy families like to grow. Everyone knew that Prince Jing loved growing vegetables and crops.
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.
"Cheng Qian has met his uncle."
Lu Ze saluted respectfully towards the old man in front of him.
In fact, Lu Ze rarely 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 Li Hongcheng was particularly surprised when he learned of Lu Ze's arrival today.
Prince Jing nodded slightly.
Lu Ze didn't care much about his image and sat on the wooden pony nearby. Facing the water that his uncle poured himself, he didn't seem to care about the dirt on the bottom of the cup and drank it all.
Prince Jing looked extremely confused, as if he didn't expect Lu Ze to act like this.
Lu Ze smiled.
"In front of outsiders, I am the prince."
"In front of my uncle, I am a nephew."
Prince Jing found Lu Ze's words interesting. He nodded and laughed.
