Chapter 60: Fake Meng Lang in the table

Qing State ruled the world with filial piety, so when His Majesty, the wise and powerful emperor, moved so much money from the treasury to build the tomb for the dead empress dowager, the two scholars Shu Hu at that time only expressed their concerns on the surface, and Fan Xian was even more lazy to pay attention to this matter.

Today, Sun Jingxiu celebrated his old mother's birthday, so it was much more important than himself. It was through this matter that he had the courage to invite Fan Xian. However, when Lord Fan really stepped into the front door of the mansion with Princess Chen's hand, Sun Jingxiu was still excited.

The storm he had been in turmoil over the past few months seemed to have been staring at him in an instant, making him feel like a thorn on his back and unable to live. After thinking about it, he still thought about Fan Xian's head, but the Sun's mansion and the Fan family actually had no deep relationship, and he didn't know whether it would succeed.

It was done. Although Sun Jingxiu's lips were a little bitter and a little dull, and he felt a lot of guilt towards his daughter, he still bowed very respectfully when he looked at Fan Xian's handsome face, and then welcomed the pair of people into the mansion.

The mansion had already arranged it properly. All the female guests were in the back garden, and the front houses were all in the head officials of Kyoto Prefecture. The three front and back halls that were actually vacant for the officials in the court were empty at this time and were very dazzling.

Fan Xian followed Sun Jingxiu and couldn't help but smile at the empty long tables. Lin Wan'er whispered a few words in his ear, and then, accompanied by the nanny and the little intention of the women in the Sun's house, went to the back garden.

Turning to the west wing, Fan Xian followed Sun Jingxiu into the study. He knew at this time that Prince Jing and Duke Liu had arrived. The two noble old men were talking to Lord Sun's mother at this time. There was not much attention to this age.

The study room was very quiet. Fan Xian looked at Sun Jingxiu and said with a smile: "Mr. Sun, you are really not a smart person."

Before the meal was about to start, Sun Jingxiu was afraid of neglecting Mr. Xiao Fan, so he accompanied him into the study himself. At this time, the tea from the servants had not yet been brought. However, the other party had already said this sentence very calmly and directly. Sun Jingxiu couldn't help but feel shocked, and he was speechless for a while.

"I'm a little curious." Fan Xian looked at him and said in a harmonious voice: "In previous years, you have never used these methods to figure out the holy heart. Why did you do the opposite this year? You have to take advantage of my momentum to see the movements in the officialdom? I am not a powerful person, which really surprised me."

After a while of silence, Sun Jingxiu bowed his hands sincerely and said, "Jingxiu asked himself that being the prefect of Kyoto is quite particular, so please give me mercy."

Fan Xian knocked on the table gently, as if thinking about the measure in the middle, and he didn't expect that Sun Jingxiu would make such a direct request, but he also liked more direct negotiations. After a moment, he nodded slightly and said, "I'll talk to you in the palace."

"Where is Lord He?" Sun Jingxiu was overjoyed. But his face could still remain calm, and he asked in a trembling voice.

Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly and said, "He is the left censor of the Censorate, and I don't care about him."

Sun Jingxiu's heart was slightly shocked.

Fan Xian raised his head and said with a smile: "But he is just walking under the sect. If Grand Secretary Hu doesn't nod, what can he do to you, the prefect of Kyoto?"

The conversation in the study was very brief and ended. Fan Xian did not let Sun Jingxiu reveal any stingy words in front of him. They knew each other well that since Fan Xian was willing to do Sun Jingxiu such a big favor, Sun Jingxiu's life could only be sold to Fan Xian - the prefect of Kyoto is not a free job, and Sun Jingxiu looked into the officialdom at one glance and could only see Fan Xian's back of his head alone, and he had no choice.

Just as Fan Xian and Sun Jingxiu were chatting, the servants in the Sun's house were staring at the official sedan chairs that were coming from outside the house. Looking at the famous and surnamed adults in the court, smiling and coming to pay their birthday with a very gentle face... They couldn't help but think in their hearts. Where did these adults go before?

A servant informed him in the study, and Sun Jingxiu couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew that the reason why the attitudes of these adults changed so quickly was because of the arrival of Xiao Fan in person, and he also invited Prince Jing and Duke Liu to be the axes.

Fan Xian saw the bitterness in this person's heart and said with a smile: "Things in the officialdom are so shameless. If you have been in Kyoto Mansion for so long, you should get used to it. Otherwise, how many years can you endure this kind of sulk?"

Sun Jingxiu nodded and received teaching.

There were only three tables in the main hall, and all the women were free and thoughtful in the back garden. Fan Xian just followed Wan'er to talk a few gossips with the old lady Sun, and then retreated.

The main seat in the middle of the upper seat was temporarily empty, so Prince Jing naturally sat in the most noble position without hesitation, while Duke Liu sat in the second position opposite the two elders had known people all their lives. Although they sat a little far away, they spoke loudly, and chatting turned into quarrels.

Prince Jing was as dirty as usual, and he wanted to take a few xxx in one sentence, which made the officials on the three tables in the hall feel a little uncomfortable. Dan Sheng, Duke Liu, was also a person who retired from the army back then, and was familiar with this habit.

Sun Jingxiu was entertaining other officials at this time. Fan Xian sat between Prince Jing and Duke Liu, laughing, chatting, and eating and drinking, and was at ease. Prince Jing and the Fan Mansion were family friends, so they naturally did not mention their friendship. Duke Liu was the biological father of Liu. From the perspective of the matter, Fan Xian’s grandfather, Fan Xian was naturally respectful.

He accompanied Duke Liu to talk about the affairs in Danzhou. The Liu family is now in a very good life. Of course, this grandfather is extremely relieved. With Fan Xian taking care of him, the children and grandchildren in Duke Lane alleys have their own world.

When chatting with Prince Jing, I had a headache because the old prince didn't mention it in three words and would vaguely talk about things like the clinic. Fan Xian sighed in his heart, not knowing whether there was any possibility between Hongcheng and Ruoruo.

Speaking of the prince Li Hongcheng, after the New Year, as a general of Dingzhou, he could not always fight with the Grand Secretary in Kyoto, and he had no choice but to return to the West. However, he left a team outside the Danbo clinic, staring at the movement every day. His Majesty the Emperor was very angry when he knew he was making trouble, but he had no choice.

The guests gradually came, three ministers, two ministers, seven or eight ministers, and important ministers in the entire Qing Dynasty court. Most of them came. With the face of the prefect of Kyoto, they naturally could not win over so many important figures, but Fan Xian's face had such lethality.

But as time passed, Fan Xian had a headache. These ministers and ministers came to see him, so he naturally had to get up to see him and accept the greetings. The people from the three tables were a little tired when they saw him, but this was not finished. There were so many officials in the outer courtyard who took turns to come in to pay his respects to him, and he refused to miss this rare opportunity to meet Mr. Fan.

After a round, flattery sounds floated in the entire hall. Fan Xian's face changed several times when he was patted. He was flattered by dozens of officials, and it felt very uncomfortable.

After three rounds of drinking, another minister began to mention that Fan Xian made a great contribution in Dongyi City. Everyone's eyes became hot when they looked at him. At this time, few people would care about the Grand Secretary He Zongwei. After all, this young master was His Majesty's biological son, and he had made so many contributions to Nan Qing over the years. He was really a role in the red and purple world. What can the priests be able to be? Even if it is to split the earth and become a king, it is not impossible!

Fan Xian had a headache and wondered whether these officials were here to celebrate the birthday of the old lady of Sun's mansion or to flatter him? But after all, he also understood that if he hadn't come to flatter him, why should these officials come?

Prince Jing was obviously very interested in the matter of Dongyi City. He pulled him to his side and asked some secret matters carefully. However, it would take at least half a year to negotiate the treaty. Fan Xian could not say anything clearly. He just picked some unimportant things and secretly told the old flower farmer.

Officials with low rank may not care about flattery, but those Shangshu and ministers sitting in the main hall still have to look calm, just occasionally glance at Fan Xian's face.

Fan Xian turned a blind eye. He knew that these people were waiting for him to get angry, and then he was about to see how to deal with the next thing.

The sun gradually moved, and the sound of drinking outside stopped. After a few glasses of wine, Prince Jing and Duke Liu felt a little heavy and tired. They were too lazy to see what happened next. They found a reason and said goodbye.

Sun Jingxiu respectfully sent the two nobles out of the gate, and then returned to the main hall. After thinking for a while, he ordered his servants to stay outside the main hall and pay attention to the movement.

He stepped in and sued the adults on the three tables in the hall. He laughed and talked, and then refused for a while before he truly sat back on the main seat of the first table.

At this time, the main hall gradually became quiet. Everyone subconsciously stopped chopsticks and put cups on their cups, looked at the various dishes in front of them, and showed their official style with a calm smile on their faces, waiting for what happened next.

First, Sun Jingxiu expressed his gratitude sincerely, how about it. Then he stopped and sat next to Fan Xian, extremely calm.

Fan Xian's eyes drooped slightly, and he slowly entered the chopsticks in his hand. The ivory chopsticks were placed on the celadon chopstick pillow, making a gentle jingle sound.

All the officials were knocked in their hearts by this voice.

There was a bit of silence, and the entire main hall was quiet. Compared with the lively hustle and bamboo sounds in the back garden, it was even more quiet.

"I won't say more about the official voice of Lord Sun." Fan Xian raised his head, opened his thin lips lightly, and said slowly: "Your Majesty is also very encouraging in private."

The officials at the table heard this and felt very sarcastic. If His Majesty really liked the prefect of Kyoto, how could Lord He make a sound? But... the young master said privately? Alas, who would know what the father and son said privately? Do these people at the table dare to ask in front of His Majesty?

"All lords are officials in the same dynasty, and everyone has a bad time. I hope to help each other." Fan Xian's words were extremely unpredictable. First, he showed Sun Jingxiu's dilemma, and he was at a disadvantage on the tip of his head. Moreover, even the words to help such businessmen were put out, which made him look a little ugly.

But the level of things always depends on the role. Even if His Majesty the Emperor writes a poem about swollen and likable on the white dog, the lyricists will sing praises. So when Fan Xian said this, all the officials on the table stroked their beards and nodded, thinking that Mr. Fan’s words were simple but not simple, and very reasonable.

Fan Xian turned his head, looked at the official on his right hand, and said, "What do you think Wei Shangshu thinks?"

Now Wei Dongxing, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was also a scammer who had been polished in the Ministry of Revenue for a long time. In the past few years, I don’t know how many meetings he met with Fan Xian. But now he was able to take over Fan Jian’s position was not only because of his performance in the Ministry of Revenue, but more precisely, because he was completely committed to His Majesty the Emperor and devoted himself to pulling the Ministry of Revenue out of the quagmire of the Fan Family’s independent kingdom according to His Majesty’s wishes.

Of course, Shangshu Wei knew that his behavior and behavior had offended Lord Fan in the past two years, but behind him was His Majesty the Emperor. So he was not too worried. In the past two years, Fan Xian had never expressed any dissatisfaction with him, and seemed to understand his difficulties. It is precisely because of this that the Sun Mansion treats him today. He knew that Fan Xian was coming, and after thinking for a long time, he still came.

He did not expect that Lord Xiao Fan would really choose to attack because of the Kyoto Prefecture. He would choose to choose himself the first one. His heart was slightly shocked, knowing that Lord Xiao Fan didn't like him, otherwise the other party would not have chosen the Ministry of Revenue to be the first to take action on this table.

A faint chill surged in my heart, but Mr. Wei had no other choice. After thinking for a moment, he laughed in harmony: "What the young master said is reasonable. The Ministry of Revenue will never act randomly according to the will of the Ministry of Revenue."

There were some old foxes on the table who had been ups and downs in the officialdom for a long time. Of course, I knew that Fan Xian picked up Shangshu Wei and asked him what the rules were, but it was not his own business, so of course he had to hold him up. But he didn't expect that Shangshu Wei would actually push Fan Xian back in his light words, even if he had no vaguely made a promise.

On the one hand, the officials admired Wei Shangshu's courage, and on the other hand, they were also a little worried about what would happen next, and they remained silent. The other two Shangshu raised their chopsticks and whispered to the adults beside them to eat slowly.

"I am a very peaceful person." Fan Xian's smile became clearer and more beautiful. He stared at Wei Dongxing's eyes and said in a harmonious voice: "If there is a will, it will naturally be done according to the will. But if there is no will, I will see what the villains will end up with."

The Supervision Bureau and the affairs of the government are two different relationships. The well water does not violate the rivers, and Fan Xian's words are already a bit taboo. The word "villain" undoubtedly cuts the face of Shangshu Wei. His face suddenly became cold, and he looked at Fan Xian and said, "I don't know what the young master means?"

Fan Xian was still not angry, but just smiled and said, "It's not interesting. I will just enter the palace tonight and ask His Majesty what order he has given the Ministry of Revenue recently, so that the Ministry of Revenue will not do the main business and stay in Kyoto Mansion every day."

"I am in charge of the Supervisory Office, but I dare not investigate officials above the third rank privately." Fan Xian's expression was still so gentle. "Originally, it was the 70th birthday of the old lady, so I shouldn't say these cold words that were disgusting. But I can't stay in Beijing for a few days and I'm going to Dongyi again soon. I think that Kyoto Prefecture is an important matter, so I'm a little more urgent. You guys are going to laugh."

The ministers at the table laughed dryly, but how could they really laugh? Mr. Xiao Fan's words have already awakened clearly. He is the Director of the Supervision Bureau and will officially become the second president of the Qingguo Supervision Bureau in three days. As for his other identity, he doesn't need to mention it. And... return to Dongyi City? This is to remind these ministers that Fan Xian today has enough credit to ask His Majesty for something, even if it is a decree.

Shangshu Wei was shocked and chewed out the meaning of these two sentences.

Fan Xian raised a glass of wine and said to the ministers on the table: "Sir, let the Kyoto Prefecture be quieter."

As soon as this said, everyone knew that Fan Xian had officially stood up. After an awkward silence, someone slowly raised the wine glass in front of him, which was a little uneven, but basically all the ministers raised the wine glass.

Shangshu Wei was still staring at the wine glass in front of him, and he was really embarrassed because he knew that Fan Xian was a very revengeful person, and he smiled so gently before, so he was extremely angry. Even if he begged for mercy today, he would take a step back in the future? Moreover, he was a Shangshu for a long time, with a decent status here, and with the full support of His Majesty the Emperor and He Zongwei, it would be a bit unreasonable to give in.

Fan Xian didn't look at him right away, and said with a gentle smile: "Although we are all officials in the court, we are actually a little pitiful. We still want to plan a good future for our children, grandchildren and relatives."

"Your Majesty once said that life in the world requires a sense of awe." He looked at the people on the mat and said Wen Mian: "I am in the world and only have a sense of awe for both."

The Minister of Rites frowned slightly. He was the first person to raise his wine glass before. He was different from Secretary Wei. He had never offended the Fan Mansion, so he had a chance to make up for it. Moreover, he secretly mocked himself in his heart. Wei Dongxing didn't even know what kind of character Mr. Fan was and what methods he had.

He knew what Secretary Wei was thinking. The Supervision Bureau could not control officials of the third rank or above. As long as His Majesty did not speak, Lord Fan seemed to be unable to threaten him at all. But he knew. Secretary Wei seemed to have forgotten history. When Fan Xian was still a white-hearted person, he sent the former Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi to death. Later, I don’t know how many Secretary of the House were destroyed. This was a cruel person who even the prince dared to force him to death. Why do you have to confront the other party in person?

As soon as he thought of this, the Minister of Rites said with a smile and asked, "I wonder why the young master's awe are?"

"I respect Your Majesty, and I respect Your Majesty, and I respect Your Majesty." Fan Xian gently turned the small wine glass between his fingers and said with a smile: "Your Majesty said it well. If you don't have a sense of awe, you will become more popular... I have been a little bit Menglang in my past. Please take care of me."

There was another burst of laughter during the meal, but I heard the meaning of this sentence clearly. Awe? The young master told everyone clearly that in your awe, in addition to His Majesty of Heaven and Earth, don’t forget yourself! Meng Lang? This young master acts more than Meng Lang, he is simply sinister!

It's the same old saying, it's very unstable threat, but because the threat is too powerful, it seems to be loud and loud. Especially the four words "destiny and relatives" mentioned by Fan Xian before. Finally, it reminded some people that even if the Supervisory Office cannot move the Minister of the Shangshu, it is easy to throw the rest of your family into hell.

This is a very arrogant, arrogant and unrestrained act. However, Your Majesty favors Fan Xian, no one can change this fact. Wei Dongxing's face gradually darkened, and his fingers also trembled. He felt that Lord Fan was too unreasonable. Could it be that because of his own affairs, you dare to attack your family?

But everyone knows that Fan Xiandao, although Mr. Fan had the title of a poetic immortal back then, he always walked on the gloomy and ghostly road and was accustomed to being unreasonable.

Wei Dongxing finally slowly raised his wine glass and drank it all in one go, not knowing the taste of the wine.

Fan Xian nodded, raised his wine glass again, and said the last sentence: "Eat well and drink well everyone."

I don’t know if the ministers who stayed, especially the Minister of Revenue who was nakedly threatened and disdained by Fan Xian, were in a good mood. Anyway, Fan Xian was in a good mood. He left Sun’s mansion early and did not go home with Lin Wan’er. Instead, he drove in a black carriage towards the north city.

"Go to the Imperial Academy." He ordered Mu Feng'er: "Sir Hu is not on duty today and is giving lectures in the Imperial Academy."

Mu Feng'er responded, but did not think about why the adults were in a hurry to meet Grand Secretary Hu.

Fan Xian rubbed his frown in the carriage. In fact, the actions in the Sun Mansion were not suitable, but he had to put on this attitude. This attitude would definitely spread throughout Kyoto immediately, so he had to hurry up and deal with subsequent matters.
Chapter completed!