He entrusted his father's old friend Ye Jixiang to introduce him to the young man on his behalf, hoping to thank him in person, but how could he be brought to the palace?
Looking at the majestic palace in front of him, Fan Chunren felt uneasy.
At this time, Guan Yan, the Chongban of the inner palace who was ordered to pick him up, happened to give him a few words. He turned around and looked back to see him looking confused. He smiled and said comfortingly: "Erlang of the Fan family, don't worry, the officials just want to see you. ...You stay here later, and Yuan goes to report first."
Fan Chunren hurriedly raised his hands and bowed: "Thank you, Guan Chongban."
Guan Chongban nodded slightly, walked up the steps, and walked into the side hall on the east side of the Chui Gong Hall.
At this time, in the hall, the three envoys were sitting on the stools on the outside with their hands in their arms. Guan Chongban clasped his fists and saluted. Then while the former nodded in return, he walked a few steps inward and bowed to Zhao Zhen, who was sitting in the chief seat. He bowed and said, "Officials, I have brought Erlang of the Fan family to the palace and are waiting for His Highness."
"coming?"
Before Zhao Zhen could react, Zhao Yang, who was buried at a small table, raised his head and made a gesture to stand up.
"It's up to you to write!"
Zhao Zhen scolded angrily, and then turned to signal Wang Shougui.
The boy handed him the letter he was going to write to Yandu before. He looked at it curiously and was so angry that he almost tore it up - what the hell, it just stained my eyes! How dare he ask someone to send this kind of thing to Chanzhou?
He immediately ordered the boy to make another copy, which was why Zhao Yang was still immersed in writing.
"yes."
Wang Shougui suppressed his laughter and obeyed the order, quickly walked out of the palace, and immediately saw a young man who seemed at a loss standing in the open space outside the palace in front of a group of forbidden soldiers. He must be Fan Zhongyan's second son, Fan Chunren.
He walked forward with a smile, and after looking at the other person for a while, he smiled and cupped his hands and said, "The little official must be Fan Yanei, right?"
"Don't dare." Fan Chunren hurriedly returned the greeting, humbly expressing that he was not worthy of this title.
Wang Shougui smiled slightly and said: "The officials ordered me to come and greet the junior officials. The junior officials are invited."
"Thank you so much to the officials, thank you so much to the noble people. I wonder what your surname is?"
"My surname is Wang, and it is known to everyone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs that I am in charge of this position."
Fan Chunren's expression changed slightly, and he held his breath and said respectfully: "The king knows."
It was obvious that he knew what kind of position it was to be "known to all the ministers within the chamber". Unlike someone who would call a eunuch "Zhongguan" when he saw one, he couldn't tell the difference between rank and responsibilities at all.
Wang Shougui nodded slightly and led Fan Chunren into the hall.
When he set foot in this palace for the first time, Fan Chunren felt nervous and excited, and his walking posture was even a little deformed.
Ye Qingchen, who noticed this, slowly stood up, smiled at Fan Chunren and shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
Fan Chunren relaxed a little.
This is also the reason why Ye Qingchen still stays in the palace: as a good friend of Fan Zhongyan, he cannot support his friend and his new policies at all costs like Fu Bi and Ouyang Xiu, but he can still do what he can to take care of his friend's heirs.
"The official family, Erlang of the Fan family brought it."
After Wang Shougui reported his order to Zhao Zhen, Fan Chunren, encouraged by Ye Qingchen's eyes, bravely bowed to Zhao Zhen and saluted: "Student Fan Chunren, please pay homage to the official."
"No gift."
Zhao Zhen raised his hand in a friendly manner, then stood up and walked slowly to Fan Chunren, and asked kindly: "Is Chunren going to Beijing for an examination this time?"
Fan Chunren was flattered by his kind attitude, and he bowed slightly: "I'll go back to the official office, yes."
"No need to be restrained."
Zhao Zhen noticed Fan Chunren's nervousness, raised his hand and patted the latter's back gently twice, and said comfortingly: "Your father has been in power for many years, and I have always respected and relied on him..."
At this point, he suddenly remembered that he had demoted Fan Zhongyan for listening to slander, and he was inevitably a little embarrassed. He paused for a moment and then asked kindly: "Did Chunren come to Beijing from Wuxian County, Suzhou, or...Dengzhou?"
Fan Chunren was a little surprised. He glanced at the official's house and quickly lowered his head and replied: "Back to the official's house, my brother and I were working and studying in our hometown to serve my mother. This year coincides with the examination. Although I dare not say that I have achieved academic success, I I also wanted to give it a try. After getting my mother's consent, I sent a letter to my father for instructions. I dared to leave home only after receiving permission. After leaving home, I first went to Dengzhou to send my father some things from my hometown. My father also taught me a few things. Fan, then you dare to enter the capital."
His answer was smooth, and Zhao Zhen nodded slightly.
It is no exaggeration to say that Fan Chunren is the most stable young man Zhao Zhen has ever seen. He is not as stable as a twenty-two-year-old young man.
By comparison……
Zhao Zhen glanced at Zhao Yang, who was looking at Fan Chunren curiously from the side, and wanted to sigh for some reason.
Shaking his head secretly, he said kindly: "Two days ago, I issued an order to summon Mr. Fan back to the capital. I estimate that before the National Examination in March, Mr. Fan will return to the capital. During the meeting, you and your son will be reunited. If When you are on the list, it will be even more joyful."
Fan Chunren hurriedly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you so much for the official gift. I don't dare to accept it. I just want to increase my knowledge. I don't dare to expect to be on the list. I just want not to lose my father's face."
Zhao Zhen smiled and patted Fan Chunren on the back to encourage him: "Your father is a very talented person, and I believe you can do the same."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Yang, who was looking at Fan Chunren curiously, and said, "This guy should be the person Chunren wants to meet, right?"
In fact, Fan Chunren had noticed Zhao Yang a long time ago, but Zhao Zhen had greeted him before and he did not dare to be distracted. Now seeing Zhao Zhen taking the initiative to introduce him, he hurriedly bowed to Zhao Yang and saluted: "Thank you, young man, for speaking up. I would like to express my gratitude to my father, and I am very grateful."
"It turns out to be you."
Zhao Yang also recognized that the thick-browed and honest-looking Erlang of the Fan family was the student who reminded him in front of Kaifeng Mansion that day. He stepped forward to help him up and said with a smile: "Fan Xianggong is one of the gentlemen in the world. I have always admired the role model. When I persuaded officials to recall Mr. Fan before, it was just to respect Mr. Fan for serving the country wholeheartedly and working hard without complaint..."
Seeing Zhao Yang praising his father so much, Fan Chunren was naturally happy, but he did not dare to express it too much, so as not to leave a bad impression on the officials and everyone present. He hurriedly bowed and thanked him: "As a son, I dare not take the place of my father." Farewell, this bow is just a pure kindness to thank Mr. Xiaolang for his kindness..."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Zhao Yang also hurriedly supported him.
Seeing that one of the two wanted to thank him and the other wanted to stop him, Zhao Zhen looked funny, thought for a while and said: "Zhao Yang, just accept this greeting."
Ye Qingchen looked slightly sideways.
Doesn't the official's words mean...
Yes, in Zhao Zhen's opinion, Zhao Yang can indeed withstand Fan Chunren's worship, because if it weren't for this boy, he probably wouldn't have been able to make up his mind to recall Fan Zhongyan back to Bianjing. Although this was his loss to the Song Dynasty, it was also a loss to the Fan family. It's obviously not a good thing.
When Zhao Yang was slightly stunned, Fan Chunren took a step back and bowed to him respectfully.
After bowing to everyone, Zhao Yang naturally had no choice but to step forward and help Fan Chunren up and said helplessly: "Then I can only... treat Brother Fan to a drink."
Fan Chunren said hurriedly: "It should be Chunren who invites the young man."
"No, no, please. I still have something to ask of Brother Fan." Zhao Yang took Fan Chunren's hand and turned to look at Zhao Zhen, "Guan family, I have something important to discuss with Brother Fan. Look at this... "
Zhao Zhen roughly guessed what this kid wanted to do. He just wanted to kidnap Fan Zhongyan's son to help him. Hearing this, he said calmly: "Let's discuss it in the palace. I will ask someone to prepare food and drinks for you."
Fan Chunren couldn't help being a little stunned, but then he saw Zhao Yang reluctantly saying: "I can't let go in the palace..."
Zhao Zhen glared slightly and said, "Why can't you let go? It's in the palace! Just stay with me these days!"
This back and forth conversation made Fan Chunren curious about the relationship between the two, but he did not dare to ask.
At this time, when Ye Qingchen saw that the officials and Zhao Yang treated Fan Chunren so politely, he put down his worries and said goodbye to the officials. Fan Chunren, who knew the courtesy, hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed to say goodbye, and then walked back to Zhao Yang's seat. , it turned out that Zhao Zhen asked Zhao Yang to finish copying the letter to Yandu before leaving.
During this period, Fan Chunren accidentally or curiously saw the words written by Zhao Yang, and his face flushed red.
Zhao Yang, who noticed this, didn't take it seriously and said: "My handwriting is indeed bad. Brother Fan, you can laugh if you want."
"No, no, no..." Fan Chunren shook his head quickly. How could he laugh at his benefactor? He racked his brains and said, "Xiao Langjun's handwriting, uh, although it is a bit unfamiliar, but... but..."
But after a long time, he couldn't think of any words. Instead, Zhao Zhen, who was sitting in the main seat, said sarcastically: "If you know, just practice more. I feel dirty when I see it."
Fan Chunren became more and more curious when he saw that Zhao Yang didn't reply and was just writing.
He was very puzzled by the way of communication between the official family and the young man. It didn't feel like a monarch or a minister, but more like...
A thought passed through his mind, and he shrank his head, not daring to think wildly.
I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yang finally copied a new copy of the letter to Yan Du and handed it to Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen frowned and read it word for word and commented on it. Fan Chunren looked at it with a strange expression. , I couldn’t help but think of the handwriting he gave to his father to read when he was young. The more he looked at it, the more it looked like...
Perhaps seeing that Fan Chunren was still waiting in the palace, although Zhao Zhen was still dissatisfied, he finally did not let Zhao Yang copy another copy, but only warned him to practice calligraphy more in the future.
In Fan Chunren's opinion, Zhao Yang's behavior was like those students in the school who did not seek to make progress. He nodded in agreement but did not know whether he listened or not.
Especially when Zhao Yang, with Zhao Zhen's permission, stood in the open space and stretched greatly after walking out of the side hall, Fan Chunren felt more and more like him.
What is the origin of this young gentleman?
He guessed curiously, but after a while he had no time to think about it.
Because Zhao Yang actually led him outside Funing Palace. Although he didn't know much about the palace inside the palace, he also knew that Funing Palace was the official residence.
Horrified, he quickly grabbed Zhao Yang and whispered: "Xiao Langjun, why did you bring me here?"
"I don't want to either. ...Brother Fan just calls me by my name."
"..."
Fan Chunren looked at the palace in front of him blankly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
When the officials said they were preparing wine and food for the two of them, was this the palace they were referring to?
This, this is the palace of an official!
He followed Zhao Yang fearfully, while Zhao Yang followed the palace supervisor who came to greet him and came to a small hall.
The people from the Shangshi Bureau had already prepared wine and food in the hall. It was not a shared meal, but a square table filled with wine and food.
"Brother Fan, please."
"oh oh……"
Fan Chunren nodded in response dully, and didn't react until he sat down at the table.
He was actually lucky enough to have a banquet in the palace of an official? I'm afraid even his father may not have this honor, right?
Fan Chunren looked restrained, especially when the eunuch serving in the palace came forward to pour wine for the two of him, he seemed at a loss what to do.
What is the origin of this young man, and why do the officials favor him so much?
Fan Chunren became more and more curious, like a cat's claw scratching his heart.
