The poetry meeting of the Prince of Jingjun's Mansion and the poetry meeting held by the prince are the two most lively social occasions in Kyoto. Once a month, regardless of rain or rain, I don't know how many poor men are. The poet of the Han family sharpened his head and wanted to drill in it. He wanted to use a poem, a word and a line to make a name for the world and seek a step forward.

The prince is good at writing, which is something that everyone in the world knows. Although Prince Jing is the younger brother of His Majesty, he has always been determined to be a wealthy and leisure king, so he does not have much power. Compared with the two, those disciples with clear purpose are naturally more willing to go to the prince.

However, if you can get praise from Prince Jing, it is also a good way to gain fame. Therefore, every time you have a poetry meeting, the prince's mansion not far from Shixin Gate will always welcome many guests. Some of these guests are sitting in sedan chairs, some are sitting in carriages, and some are walking, but the old housekeeper at the door is treated equally. After checking the famous post, he respectfully invites him in.

Fan Xian sat in the sedan chair with a very ugly face, blue and white, covering his lips from time to time, forcing the urge to vomit.

Because he thought that he was here to attend a poetry event and a grand event, sitting in a green curtain sedan chair might be more appropriate, so he asked to sit in a sedan chair with his sister, but he lived on the seaside of Danzhou all year round, and the ship would not faint, but the sedan chair made him feel a little dizzy. While feeling uncomfortable, he pulled open the side curtain of the sedan chair and asked Fujiko weakly: "How far is it."

Fujiko Kyo suppressed his smile and replied, "I'll arrive after the intersection."

Fan Xian said oh, sat back again, his fingers bloomed like orchids, put his thumb and ring finger together, allowing the true energy to slowly release, wash the internal organs, and get rid of the annoyance, but in the end, it will not cure the sedan dizziness.

At this time, he had many questions in his heart, and his body was not in good condition, so his brows frowned. I lived in the mansion these days, and I always felt that my father was very different from what I imagined, and there were many things that could not be explained, such as why he valued his illegitimate son so much? Is it really because of his mother that he loved the relationship between the house and the U.S.?

He turned his head and looked out of the sedan chair. Through the thin blue cloth, he looked at the figure sitting on the horse. He knew in his heart that although Fujiko Kyo was inclined to him at present, he was his father's person after all, and he could not believe it completely. He sighed and thought to himself that he must find some subordinates whom he could trust. Uncle Wuzhu was like a ghost, not a character he could command at will.

Fan Xian really wanted to know what his mother had done in Kyoto before, how she met her father, and how she left this world. This was not just a simple curiosity and admiration, but he believed that only by knowing history can we better grasp our present and future.

In the palace of the prince, in front of a garden, several scholars were flattered and saluting a young man. They never thought that at today's poetry meeting, Prince Jing would greet him personally outside the garden.

The two clutchs raised the green curtains and swayed slowly over. Prince Jing bowed to the guys who bowed impatiently and then went up to meet them. It was not until this time that the scholars knew that they were wrong, but they did not dare to have any expression on their faces. They still smiled proudly, bowed happily, and led by the butler, headed to the backyard.

The servants at the gate of the royal palace were also a little curious about who was the distinguished guest who could actually let the prince go out to greet him in person.

When they saw the girl in yellow shirt and silk skirt walking down from the first sedan chair, the servants realized that it was the eldest lady of the Fan Mansion. Not to mention the relationship between Prince Jing’s Mansion and Fan Mansion, just about the personal relationship between Princess Roujia and Miss Fan, it is not convenient for a woman to show up in public, so it is also necessary to greet her outside the garden.

"Sister Ruoruo." Prince Jing's surname is Li Hongcheng. His reputation in Kyoto has always been inseparable from places like brothels. However, in front of Miss Fan, the prince looked at his nose and his heart, and seemed very polite.

Fan Ruoruo slightly raised her body, asked Zi'an, and then smiled and said, "What problem did Roujia have had today?"

The prince smiled and replied a few times, but his eyes glanced at the sedan chair behind him from time to time. He thought that it had been a long time since the time, why didn't that guy come down yet? A servant walked up and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair respectfully. Unexpectedly... there was no one in the sedan chair. For a moment, everyone in the county prince's mansion was shocked, thinking that this was performed.

Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and smiled, explaining: "Brother is behind."

As they spoke, everyone saw a young man of sixteen or seventeen who rushed over from a distance panting, followed by a relative. The young man was wearing a light chestnut-colored single dress and his collar was not tied properly, and he looked a little frivolous, but when he matched his cute and kind clean face, others felt that this man should dress up in this relaxed manner.

"Sorry, sorry." Fan Xian bowed the prince's fists and said embarrassedly: "I'm so silly, so I've been walking along the way, and the weather is getting a little hotter, so I've been drinking a bowl of sour slurry outside the mansion before coming. It's too late."

"It's not too late, not too late." Li Hongcheng felt very happy when he saw this young man who had met once, and laughed loudly, "It's good that Brother Fan can come."

When Fan Xian heard his name, he found that there was a word "Fan" more than the day before yesterday. For a moment, he didn't know what attitude the other party wanted to express. He paused a little and smiled on his face: "The sour sauce outside the palace is better than other places, so he naturally wants to come and have a look."

Prince Li Hongcheng smiled slightly, and when he saw that the dialogue was floating gently to the horizon, he felt even more interesting. He pulled his hand and then his brother and sister entered the garden.

When Fan Xian was in Danzhou, he knew that his sister made good poems. Although in his opinion, these poems were often just sad about spring and autumn and could not escape some frames. There were still good poems in this era, but it was obvious that the * who often came to participate in poetry meetings did not have strong attainments from the young scholars, so Fan Ruoruo still had a small reputation for poetry.

So he was very curious about what kind of performance her sister would perform in such an occasion, and what would Princess Roujia look like when she caused the outflow of Dream of Red Mansions and died of pirated booksellers?

But after following Li Hongcheng into the back garden of the corridor flowing water, he realized that in such a seemingly open country, men and women were still sitting in a pavilion opposite the lake, with layers of white gauze hanging in front of him, dancing with the breeze.
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