Fan Jian sighed, knowing that the young man in front of him was like his mother, who could not be convinced. His pity gradually arose in his eyes and said softly: "The real driving force behind the marriage between the two families is not our Fan family or the prime minister's residence. Because it involves many things, the matter is a bit complicated. Since you are determined to meet that girl, then you can find a way to go by yourself. I will not be able to come forward."

Fan Xian bowed and replied, "As long as my father agrees, I will naturally find a way to meet you." Thinking of the sentence he heard before, he was a little confused and asked, "What if the Prime Minister firmly disagrees with this marriage?"

Si Nanbo sneered: "I said that there is great power behind this matter, so he can't help but disagree... Don't forget that the lady of the Lin family did not actually return to the Lin family. Her current identity is still His Majesty's adopted daughter and the princess in the palace."

In April and May, Fan Xian seemed to be poured from his head to his feet with a large bucket of ice water, which was so cold. It was not until this time that his marriage was involved in His Majesty's decision to take care of the large amount of industry in the future, so it was not as simple as it seemed. The real decision behind the scenes was actually a big man hidden in the deep palace.

I just don't know if it's the Empress Dowager or the Emperor.

"Why should the prime minister object?" he asked frowned.

Si Nanbo took a sip of tea and frowned, as if he thought the tea brewing today was a bit bitter. He used the tip of his tongue to press against the astringent cracks of his teeth, and said vaguely: "Didn't you say it last time?"

Fan Xian smiled slightly and pointed out his father's grammatical problem: "Last time you said that the Prime Minister was afraid that His Majesty would doubt whether there was something hidden behind his marriage with the Fan family, but in fact, since this marriage was nodded in the palace, what else did he fear?"

Fan Jian was speechless for a while and it took him a long time to calm down. He smiled and put the teacup on the table, saying, "Okay, let me tell you the truth. In fact, the eldest princess is unwilling to marry her daughter to you."

Fan Xian was stunned and thought to himself what this matters? After making trouble, his parents were unwilling to marry, so why did he join in the fun? It would be better to ask for cleanliness and ask the noble girl in white to go. I thought so, but I knew that I couldn't say it. Just because the eldest princess and the prime minister were opposed, my father could still call a big man in the palace and forcefully pointed at him. It can be imagined that in this process, the Fan family used so much power hidden in the dark.

"Why is the eldest princess unwilling?" he asked curiously, thinking to himself: "That lady from the Lin family is from the same origin as me. Confucius is all illegitimate sons of a stud, so what is his attitude?"

"This is an exception. Your Majesty cherishes the princess very much, and even loves it more than the princess. I once mentioned inadvertently after drinking that if the princess gets married, the eldest princess will delegate the power in her hands to the princess' future son-in-law, so as not to see how the royal bloodline will be like in the future." Si Nanbo gently stroked the beards under his jaw, as if he was in a good mood.

Fan Xian spread his hands and sighed, "So that's it. It seems that this eldest princess is also a person who likes power. But for some reason, she didn't marry the prime minister and raise children and grandchildren, wouldn't it be happier?"

Si Nanbo sneered: "This is the word "love" that harms people. If the princess married Lin Ruofu back then, Lin Ruofu would be noble, but he could not show what he learned in his heart. How could he become the leader of all officials like now and be glorious."

Fan Xian frowned, and then he remembered that even the prince-consort could not enter the court as an official, but only had a title.

"If you marry that lady of the Lin family, although she is just a princess in the palace and has not been listed in the emperor's book, your career will probably have some problems." Si Nanbo looked at him and frowned, thinking that he was worried about this, so he simply said it clearly.

Fan Xian stood up and smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."

"Yes, next year's competition, you will start to review your books in a few days."

Fan Xian thought to himself whether he really wanted to take the imperial examination and compete with Fan Jin. He smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Next, Si Nanbo told him that the next day, the monthly poetry meeting of the Prince of Jing County was about to start, so that Fan Xian would prepare some preparations. This sentence fell into Fan Xian's ears, and it was not as terrible as if he had to go to the eight-legged essay by himself. However, when he thought that he might be forced to fabricate a few old Xin, Su, Li and Du, who sold private salt, Fan Xian also had a headache.

Fan Jian looked at him and said with a smile: "I know you are a poetic talent. In some occasions, you don't need to hide your edge too much. Although there are people in the palace to help with this marriage, if you can gain some reputation in the Kyoto literary hall, you may be more willing to marry your daughter from the eldest princess."

Fan Xian responded with a wry smile, knowing that he had given his letter to his sister in the past. It seemed that the old man in front of him had been peeking at all, so he naturally couldn't hide it from him. He just saw that his father had been tolerant and had not yet made it clear in secret. He couldn't help but admire the other party's forbearance and aphrodisiac.

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There is no Sunday in this era, and even if you work, no God will use a knife to chop you. Similarly, there is no Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, or even Friday in this era. In short, there is no obvious difference between working days and rest days.

The shop must be opened every day, and the ministry handles it every day. It is said that even His Majesty the Emperor has not stopped for a day of memorials. But for the children of high-ranking clans who can be seen everywhere in Kyoto, the only thing they can do every day is to play.

After the war 16 years ago, the Northern Wei Dynasty split and it was difficult to get weak. The Western Barbarians fled far away, and only a thousand Hu horses were eating grass in Yinshan. With the order of His Majesty, the emperor asked the eldest prince to lead a 100,000 army to the western border to expand the border. This is also a fun thing.

In fact, the martial arts style of Qing Dynasty was quite strong, but after His Majesty was tired of fighting, he suddenly became fond of chanting poems and writing. If the superiors liked each other, the subordinates would be able to follow it. Most of the children of other high-ranking families were not doing things and were not qualified to lead troops to play. Fortunately, they all had to prepare for the imperial examination and could play elegantly, and they were able to play with those peddlers and pawns. They had to read, interpret books, read poetry, and write poetry.
Chapter completed!