Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan Jian sighed and knew that the boy in front of him and his mother were all roles that could not be persuaded. The color of pity in the eyes gradually rose and said softly: "The two marriages, the real push is not us. Fan family is not a prime minister's house. Because there are many things involved, things are a bit complicated. Since you want to see the girl, you can find a way to go. I am not good at it."

Fan took a ritual and said: "As long as the father answers, how to see, I will naturally find a way." He thought of the sentence he had heard before, and he had some small doubts. He asked: "If the prime minister is determined not to What do you agree with this marriage?"

Si Nanbo sneered and said: "I said that there is great power behind this matter. I don't want him to disagree... Don't forget, the Miss Lin Jia did not belong to Zong Lin's family. The current identity is still the righteous woman. , the county owner in the palace."

In the weather of April and May, Fan Xiu was like a person who used a large bucket of ice water to pour it from his head to his feet. It was called a cold. He didn’t realize until then that his marriage was decided because he was involved in the emperor’s decision. Who will take care of the pen industry in the future, so it is not as simple as the surface. The real decision maker behind the scenes is actually a big man hidden in the deep palace.

Just do not know if the Queen Mother or the Emperor.

"Why should the prime minister object?" he asked, frowning.

Si Nanbo took a sip of tea and frowned. It seems that today's tea bubble is bitter, and the tip of the tongue is used to reach the crevice of the hair. It is vague and ambiguous: "Isn't it said last time?"

Fan Xian smiled slightly and pointed out his father's language disease: "The last time you said, the prime minister was afraid of his suspicion that he was hiding behind the Fan family, but in fact, since this marriage was nodded in the palace. What is he afraid of?"

Fan Jian’s words were suspended for a long time. He smiled and put the teacup on the table with a smile. He said, “Well, telling you the truth, the Princess is not willing to marry her daughter.”

Fan is a leisurely, thinking about what is this? When the troubles come, the aunts are not willing to marry, what are they doing with this fun? It’s better to ask for a clean spot and ask for the white girl of the noble family. I want to think like this, but I know that I can’t say this. I can’t say that when the princess and the prime minister are opposed, the father can still say that a big man in the palace is forced to refer to the pro, you can imagine that in this In the process, Fan used a lot of power hidden in the dark.

"Why didn't the long princess want to?" he asked curiously, thinking in his heart: "The Miss Lin family is born and I am inseparable. Everyone Confucius is an illegitimate child to the little stallion. What is the high profile?"

"This is an odd number. It is a pity that the county owner even loves the princess. I have no intention to mention it after drinking. If the county owner is married, the princess will devolve the power of the hand to the future of the county." The Hummer, so as not to know how the blood of the royal family will be in the future." Si Nanbo gently shakes the four-inch jaw under the jaw, it seems to be in a good mood.

Fan Xianyi sighed and said: "It turns out that this long princess is also a person who likes power. In the past, I did not know why I didn't marry the prime minister. I don't want to be more happy."

Si Nanbo sneered and said: "This is a word of love. After that, if the princess married Lin Ruoyi, Lin Ruogui is expensive, but it is impossible to show what he learned in the chest. How can he become the first in the past? The scenery is infinite."

Fan Xian frowned, this only remembered, but all the horses, can not enter the DPRK as an official, but only empty.

"If you marry the Miss Lin, although her county lord is only called in the palace, there is no royal book, but your career, I am afraid there will be some problems." Sinan looked at him and frowned, thinking he was Worried about this, so simply say it.

Fan Xian stood up and smiled and said: "Let's talk."

"Also, next year, you will start Wenshu in a few days."

Fan Xianxin thought that he really wants to take the imperial examination, and those Fanjins fight for food? He smiled a bit and didn't answer.

Next, Si Nanbo told him that the next day, the Jingshi Wangfu’s once-in-a-century poetry would open again and let Fan Xian prepare. This sentence falls into Fan’s ear, but it’s not as terrible as going to the eight stocks, but I think I might have to be forced to create a few old Xin Lao, Lao Li, who is selling private salt. Fan Xian also has some headaches. .

Fan Jian looked at him and said with a smile: "I know that you have poetry. On some occasions, you don't need to hide too much. Although some people in the palace help this marriage, if you can get some good reputation in Kyoto. The princess may marry some of her daughters."

Fan casually smiled and responded, knowing that he had sent a letter to his sister in the past. It seems that this old man was sneaked in front of him. He wrote a dream of a red building, and naturally he could not hold him. He just saw that his father had always endured. Now it’s only in the dark, I can’t help but admire the other’s old passion.

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There is no Sunday in this age. Even if you work, no God will take a knife to marry you. By the same token, there is no such thing as Monday, February 4 or even Friday. In short, there is no obvious difference between working days and rest days.

Shops must be opened every day, and the ministry is done every day. It is said that even the emperor’s slogan has not stopped for a day. But for the high-ranking children in Kyoto, the only thing that can be done every day is to play.

After the war of 16 years ago, the Northern Wei Dynasty split, and the weakness was difficult. The West was far away. Only a thousand Huma grazed in the Yinshan Mountain. The emperor ordered the next emperor to let the Great Emperor lead the 100,000 army to Xiqiao. To expand the side, this is also to play.

In fact, the Qing Dynasty martial arts is quite prosperous, but after the emperor hated it, he suddenly became fond of poetry. It’s good, it’s going to work. Other high-ranking children, most of them have no work, and are not qualified to bring soldiers to play. Fortunately, they must prepare for the imperial examinations. They can play the elegant, play with the pawns and walk away from the ranks, read books, and solve the book. To read poetry, you must also write poetry.

So the most popular thing in Kyoto at the moment is not the duel between the masters of martial arts, but the so-called poetry.

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