Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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After three days, the ceremony was full of rituals and music, and the red lanterns were hung high. The guests below were full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. With the welcome of the guests of the Qing Dynasty, the Northern Qi Dynasty Mission and the Dongyi visitors smiled and walked into the most solemn palace of the Qing Dynasty along the long passage. Looking at the three faces, it seems that this world is too peaceful. The wars and assassinations of these days are things that have never happened.

The location of the banquet is arranged in the palace of the imperial city of the Imperial Palace.

The ladies who grew up on the food tray and the wine pulp in front of the flat were very beautiful. Fan took the eyebrows and looked at them with a smile on them in the grand palace. These palace ladies found that the young and handsome Fan Gongzi bet on their own different eyes, it would be a bit shy, faint blush became more and more rosy, and occasionally sneaked at him.

There are many famous celebrities in front of the temple, but there are many silent guests. Many of the guests in the Qing Dynasty are the heads of the ministries and some aristocrats who have never seen Fan Xian. Only the dean of Chen and the prime minister are at the same time claiming the future. Sitting opposite is the Northern Qi Dynasty Mission and the Dongyi City Mission.

Although Fan is a low-ranking official, he is seated in the middle of the case because he is a deputy. He is surrounded by senior officials, and he is uncomfortable. At this time, I listened to the old man smiling and said: "There are many rules for giving banquets, but you are always easygoing, and Fan Gongzi should not be nervous."

The old man is Zhang Zigan, the clerk of the Ministry of Rites. Fan Yu has some incomprehensible hatreds and grievances with the ruling party, Guo Jia, so some people are secretly vigilant against this person, but it seems that there is no malice to listen to the other party, and he can’t help but smile: “The boy goes to the countryside. Where have you seen such an arrangement? If there is any place where the instrument is out of the way, I hope that the old man will give me one or two."

Zhang Zigan squats under the jaw and smiles: "Ren Shaoqing is at the meeting today. He said that Fan Gongzi had a great contribution in this negotiation. At this time, no one in the DPRK will be like you, just be careful with those people. ”

The eyes of the two looked at the opposite side. I saw that Changning Houzheng of the Northern Qi Mission was waiting for it, but the table at the front was still empty. I thought that the dragon and the dragon who saw the dragon did not see the end. . And the chief of the Dongyi Mission. But sitting in a middle-aged man, this big man has not left his sword, Fan Fan could not help but frown: "Why can he hold the sword into the palace."

"Your next pro-Huai. Under the four Gu Jianmen, the sword has never left, this is a special case." Zhang Zigan explained to his younger generation, and said in detail.

"He is the top of the sword of the four swordsman?" Fan Xian took a breath of suffocation, his eyes slightly stunned, and suddenly felt the meaning of the savage of the sword.

These days, the Qing Dynasty court deliberately left the Dongyi mission. It seems that the nine-sword sword master, Yun Zhizhen, is not in a good mood, even sitting in the palace of the Qing. The whole person is still cold.

Fan Xian is looking at the clouds like the sword's double eyebrows. It is a coincidence that Yun Zhiyi also looked over to him.

The two eyes looked like lightning in the air of the court.

After a while, Fan said that he was weak and bowed his head, and coughed twice. The sword in the other's eyes was too strong.

This is the hope. Suddenly everyone in the temple noticed this side. everybody knows. Fan Xian killed two girls under the four swords in Niulan Street. Dongyi City had come to the tribute in order to clean up the beginning and the end of the matter. But according to the opinions of most people. I am afraid that the master of the sword master, Yun Zhi, does not mind leaving Fan Yu under the sword.

Fortunately, Prince Donggong has also released some goodwill to Fan Fan through negotiating personnel arrangements. Therefore, no matter which faction is on the court, no one can dare to gloat over Fan. The foreign enemies are currently, so no matter which official of the Qing Dynasty, there are people in the military who are squatting to the top of the sword in the east of the city, the atmosphere of the entire palace suddenly became tense.

Fan leisure face expressionless, bowed his head to adjust the infuriating body, always ready.

At this time, the side of the temple came with a faint sound of the piano, and the palace music was solemn, and the **** shouted loudly: "The sire is driving." The most powerful person in the whole world, the only master of the country, the emperor The Queen slowly walked over from the side and stood before the dragon chair with a gentle smile.

"My emperor is long lived."

The ministers in front of the temple respectfully bowed down to the ceremony, so that the group’s guests were bowed, and the tension that had remained in the temple was completely replaced by a sense of inexplicable solemnity.

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The emperor's majesty was high, and the emperor was accompanied by him. The Prince also had a unique seat on the two steps below his parents. In this case, other princes generally do not come. The emperor's eyes swept over the group of ministers, and said softly: "Straight."

The ceremony began and the feast began. First of all, the ministers of the Northern Qi Dynasty were listed, and the routine slogans and songs promoted the traditional friendship between the two countries and then retreated. It was also the list of the clouds of Dongyi City, and he said a few words without expression, and also returned.

The Queen smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "This character of Dongyi City is very proud." The Mother of Heaven is sitting high, and the words between them are not heard by others, so the speech is direct. .

His Majesty is also a gentle smile: "The first act of Si Gujian, if there is no arrogance, I am afraid that if I enter the room, there will be no courage to hold the sword."

As early as the palace lady replaced the hot fresh vegetables, the group of ministers ate their heads and did not dare to speak. There is no opening under the arm, it is naturally quiet.

Fan Xian looked down on some uncomfortable eyes, but his eyes were very difficult to detect the opposite side. He was already on the top of the empty leader. He had already sat on a person. The man was old and his eyes were clear. God, the wrinkles on the forehead seem to be mixed with countless wisdoms. A white gown is like a cloud, protecting his not tall body in the middle. I don’t know, this is the North Qi Zhuang Mohan.

I don't know when he was seated. Fan Xian analyzed that it should be when the emperor came down and he came in at the same time. It seems that the rumors are correct. This Zhuang Mohan is very appreciative of the Queen Mother, and may have been staying in the palace before.

When Fan sneaked at the other party, he did not know that the couple who were on the high side were aiming at themselves. The Queen drank a sip of wine, his eyes signaled the direction in which Fan was sitting, whispered: "The young man is Fan Xian, the future of the morning lord."

His Majesty said with a smile: "It seems to be a good-looking student. There are also some poems in Beijing. Today, the two young masters, Xin Qiwu and Ren Shaoqing, praised his talents at the same time. It is really curious to find out why. The prime minister is so kind to him."

The Queen’s smile was a little reluctant: “Maybe the Prince understood the affiliation? Then he...they are the son-in-law of the Prime Minister.”

"Hey, karma?" His knees were like laughing and laughing, and he didn't look at the queen. Instead, he looked at his son below. "It seems that this son knows the importance of popularity."

Although I heard a slight dissatisfaction, the Queen still feels that her Majesty is in a good mood today. For the Prince, she is not willing to swear like the past. It is rare to have some positive comments. I can’t help but say: “As Cheng has grown up, I will always understand something.”

The emperor smiled silently.

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After a long dinner, Fan did not know whether it was because of tension or what reason. Drinking and drinking. These wines are mostly counted as yellow wine, the degree is not high, drinking sour and sweet, Fan Xian did not think how, but in the eyes of the officials. This teenager is drinking. Some animals are fierce. Even Zhang Zigan, the clerk of the Ministry of Rites, could not help but remind him: "Fan Daren, don't drink too much. If you miss the instrument in front of the temple, it is a big sin."

I heard the words of Fan Daren, knowing that the other party is reminding myself that this place is not on the river, but in the solemn palace, its identity is not an alcoholic, but a courtier. Fan Xianxin smiled, but it was infuriating, pushing the wine to his face, and suddenly there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said: "Don’t dare to marry the old man, Xiaoxiao is really nervous, not as good as Hurry and drink some wine, and relax."

Zhang Zigan looked at his drunkenness and seemed to be unable to understand his own words. He had to shake his head and smiled: "The prime minister is not sick, your father is not coming, but you will give me this kid, if you really get drunk Like mud, how can I explain to them?"

On the opposite side of the Qiqi Mission, these days, the diplomats of the Hongjun Temple were really miserable. At this time, they saw the appearance of a fan, and they couldn’t help but look at each other and made up their minds. These days, although Fan is a deputy, he has been silent for a long time. However, the people in the group are deeply disgusted with the smashing appearance of the beautiful face. The Northern Qi still has many spies in the country of Kyoto. Of course, The reason why the Qingguo Hongjun Temple was so powerful was because the bad idea of ​​the deputy of Fan Xian was behind him. As for any bad ideas, no one knows.

Now that the negotiations between the two countries have been completed, the royal families of both sides have already drawn, and it is certainly impossible to repent. The Northern Qi Dynasty’s mission still has amnesty. Looking at Fan Xian drunk, Chang Ning Hou Yin smiled, stood up and respectfully bowed to the high place: "Your Majesty, the two sides negotiated hard work these days, the Hongjun Temple in your country is also hard work, I wonder if the foreign minister can respect you. A cup of temple officials to prove the friendship between the two countries."

When Chang Ning Hou made a speech, the Dongyi City Mission sat next to them. Naturally, he also looked at the drunkenness of Fan Xi, and knew what the Beiqi people wanted to do. They just watched with cold eyes, but they did not join in the fun.

The dragon chair was too high, and the emperor and the empress did not seem to see the undercurrent between the fields. Naturally, he would not notice Fan Free, and he smiled. The prince also made an interesting saying: "Chang Ning Hou naturally wants to do his best. The so-called opponents on the field, the field is also a friend... Of course, above the wine table, it is just an opponent."

The prince actually just wants to express his own conversation, but this is really talkative, and he doesn't know how things will develop. It hurts the officials of the Hongjun Temple sitting underneath. In these days of negotiations, everyone has already put Fan’s deputy acted as his own person. How could the North Qi people be drunk with Fan’s deputy, but the two sides sat far away and could not help.

Fan Xian smiles and the Northern Qi Dynasty group drinks, but my heart is faintly disturbed. In recent days, the Chamber of Commerce managed by the Princess has begun to work on the bookstore, and the paper price has been pressed, and the simple hand has let Fan Sizhen And the seven-leaf dispenser is very depressed, but he knows that the other party's positive means should be behind. And his means today, just need the help of wine.

It’s hard not to get drunk, it’s even harder to get drunk, which is the strongest feeling of Fan’s first court feast. The Northern Qi Dynasty did not work either, and the eight embassies fell six. In the end, even Ning Hou did not care about his identity. As a result, he died bravely and hanged on Fan’s arm.

Until then, the emperor, who had been talking softly with the Queen and Zhuang Mohan, had a slight smile on his lips: "In the palace, it has not been so lively for a long time."

The Zhuang Mohan has been silent, but only occasionally replied a few words when he asked the Qing emperor. Set aside a generation of celebrities. At this time, I looked down at my gaze. It seems that I just found out that there is noisyness. I look at the beautiful young man who is holding the wine of Changning Houbei in Beiqi. Curiously asks: "The young adult is the poet Fan. Son?"

Everyone who is famous in the world seems to have a hard time believing in his own eyes. The legendary scholar who succeeded in winning the poetry with only three poems turned out to be a good wine fanatic.

The Emperor’s Majesty seemed to be slightly annoyed. Raised the voice and shouted: "Fan leisure."

The people in the entire palace, in fact, most of the ears are listening carefully to the movements on the dragon chair, for fear that there will be no time to check. So when the emperor kneels to speak. A large palace in Noda was quiet and suddenly, and the young man was still screaming: "Drink! Win!"

That seems to be some kind of statement in the South. It seems that Xiao Fan adults really drink too much.

"Fan leisure!" Seeing that the kid was drunk, the Prince couldn't help but screamed with anger. After all, Ren Fanxi’s deputy is the suggestion of Donggong. It is also because of this. Fan Xian is only qualified to enter the palace today, Fan Fan lost face. In the heart of the Prince, he is not very glorious.

It seems that the atmosphere in the palace is somewhat quiet and weird. Fan is standing in the same place with some sorrows, his eyes are sweeping around in a confused way, but the beautiful face reveals a free and drunkenness after drinking.

"Who calls me?"

The ministers who had made good friends with Fan Jiazai in the middle of the dynasty, heard the response of this kid, and wanted to plug his mouth immediately, then stuffed it into the carriage and quickly threw it back to Fan.

Unexpectedly, the high-ranking emperor’s majesty heard that this sound was only in the restaurant, but it didn’t seem so angry. Instead, he laughed: “I’m calling you.”

I heard that you are in a word, whether you are really drunk or drunk, you have to wake up, Fan Xian is no exception, and quickly squatting: "Chen...the sin of the sin, the sin, the sin... drink too much."

His loose arm, the North Qi Changning Hou, who had been holding him, was softened and fell to the ground. The official of the Qing State saw that the negotiating chief of the enemy had fallen so badly, and his lips were smiling and very proud. The Northern Qi Dynasty closed the only two ambassadors who were not drunk, and quickly took Changning Hou back to their seats, and sent their own maidens to the hangover soup.

The Emperor’s majesty replied: “Of course, I know that you have drunk too much, or you will have to punish you for losing your instrument.”

Fan Xianli maintains a whole posture, and smiles and argues: "Chen does not dare to defend himself, but there are guests who are far away, and are not happy. They will not accompany these adults in Beiqi, and they will be the reception assistants. It is inevitable that the function is not completed."

"Hey." His side said to the Queen: "This is still not self-defense. If he argues, he will only say... It is for him to drink, and he is not."

The Queen knows that the next one is most fascinated by the morning lord's gimmick. I don't know if he loves the house and the black, smiles slightly, and does not say good things for Fan, naturally, he will not be stupid enough to blame.

"Fan leisure." This is the third time that Emperor Majesty called his name on the temple. The officials listened to the ears, but in the depths of their hearts, they tasted other tastes. It seems that the relationship between Fan and the royal family is not. general.

Just listen to the faint sigh: "Your fan family and you are not ordinary, in the blink of an eye, you are just a younger generation, and regardless of the monarch, when you talk, you still have to close your mouth. Don't think that you don't know the swear words in your restaurant. When you are young, you really think that your mouth is so good that you will keep the people in this world in your eyes."

Ming is a swearing, but in the dark, it is a care, there are back, and the group of ministers makes fools, they will not understand.

Sure enough, I only heard the whisper and said softly: "On the end of the summer and tomorrow, the monarch and the minister are harmonious, and the friendship is forever. Fan You have a poem name, not a poem, and aspirations."

The ministers have reconciled, knowing that His Majesty is a face for the Fan family. It seems that he has a glimpse of the opportunity to use the opportunity of today’s court feast to let the ministers know that this Fanshizi, the eight-product franc, is a kind of character. His Majesty is a great opportunity to give Mr. Fan a good start. It’s a pity that Xiao Fan’s adult is half drunk at this time. I’m afraid it will be wasted.

Fan Xianjiu’s intentions are indeed a bit confusing, but the dialogue in front of the temple is clearly heard, self-deprecating and laughing, facing the direction of the dragon chair: “Your Majesty, the lower minister will only have some sour sentences, where dare Presenting ugly in front of a generation of everyone, Mr. Zhuang Mohan."

This statement is out. The group's eyes are all looking at Zhuang Mohan, which is to understand the meaning of His Majesty. It is definitely not just a chance to show Fan's face. Instead, take this opportunity to prove to the people of the world that the military, the Qing Dynasty is unparalleled, thesis. Qingguo also has talents that rival Zhuang Mohan!

Fan Xian’s name is “Millions of Sad and Autumn”. It has been ringing for several months in Kyoto. Only then did he not make poetry, and gradually faded. The ministers listened to him and pushed things to Zhuang Mohan. I thought that he and his Majesty had a plan in the dark, to fight against the arrogance of everyone in the Northern Qi literary world.

In fact, Fan Xian is only guessing. The experience of previous life is not enough for him to guess the heart of the emperor. But watching the recent prosperity of the Qing Dynasty, I want to come to this Majesty. I have never been willing to be on the battlefield. Above, it has always been regarded as Nanban by the Northern Qi people.

After Zhuang Mo came to the country, he entered the palace, although the Queen Mother and the maidens respected their names, but I was afraid that my heart would be very uncomfortable. There is no article in the partial birth of the Qing Dynasty. So if I copy this article, I will be pushed into the downfall very innocently.

Fan Xian knows that he has not guessed the meaning of his knees, because his powerful eyesight can still be seen clearly, and his eyes are gradually smashing, and his eyes are deeply appreciated.

This appreciation, Bai Ran is to appreciate Xiao Fan adults deep understanding of the United States, but also a warning, made a good poem, and lost the face of the country in front of Zhuang Mohan.

"If you make a song, let Mr. Zhuang Mohan comment on it. If it is not good, it can be a fine wine." The Queen smiled and said that she also knew the thoughts of the man beside her, and laid the back hand in advance.

So far, what can you do? Fan leisurely returned to the table, regardless of the drunkenness already thick, and poured a cup, let the slightly sour wine pulp taste in the mouth, the brow is locked.

All the ministers know that Fan Gongzi is anxious, so he secretly counts for him. When the number is about fifteen, Fan Xian’s eyes are clear, his face is smiling, his lips are slightly open, and he says: “It’s all about wine, and the geometry of life is like a dew, going to the sun to suffer. My heart. But for the sake of the king, I am still in the air. I have a guest, and I am bragging about it. When is it like the moon, when can I swear? I will talk about the feast, and I will read the old grace. The moon is rare, the blackbird flies south, and the tree is around. He Zhi can follow? The mountains are not high, the sea is not tired. Zhou Gong spit and feed, the world is heart."

As Fan Yu loses his poetry every time, this poem comes out and is full of silence.

This is Cao Gong’s masterpiece of the year. Fan has deleted a few words and throws it out. On top of this hall, the world’s heart is just right to fit down the mind. The most wonderful thing is that Zhou Gong’s spit is also present in this world. This week, the public did not hold the emperor, but actually did the emperor, so Fan Xian dare to write it in an imperial manner.

After a long time, among the grand palaces, the group of ministers sang together in a singer: "Good poetry!"

Emperor 陛 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 露 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意 满意

Zhuang Mohan’s face is unchanged, he has never known how many times he has experienced this life, and he has not known how many poems he has tasted. The reason why he can be respected by the people of the world is that even many of these officials of the Qing Dynasty are reading him. The article is in the official, and what he relies on is his virtue and his vision. Of course, the most important thing is his own knowledge of Hongbo.

"Good poetry," Zhuang Mohan said softly, holding a chopsticks and eating a peanut, "Sure enough poetry, although the intention is interrupted, but strong in its quality, the poet, meaning first, quality is heavy, Fan This poem is of great quality and is really good poetry. I can’t think of Nanqing’s talents now.”

Fan Xian smiled slightly. He didn't have any special feelings about this literary world. He just didn't like the other party's sect. After a light ritual, he went back to his own seat, but he was a little embarrassed.

The officials of the court are still whispering the verses of Xiao Fan’s previous verses. If, in general, the literary affairs will be counted, but today the atmosphere in the temple seems a bit weird, one person said coldly:

"Mr. Zhuang said that Nanqing had some inappropriate things. Everyone knows the gentleman's article. In this poem, there is no such thing as a high level of Fan Gongzi. Why do you have to comment on it. There are many scribes in this dynasty, Fan Gongzi. It belongs to the protagonist, and does not say that it is a poem in the fifteenth day today. It is said that the first thousand miles of the sorrowful autumn is often a guest. The minister does not know, which talented person can be written in this northern Qi?

This is very inappropriate, especially on the feast of the country, it is very rude. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty did not think that the ordinary literary affairs had actually reached this point. The eyebrows under his arm gradually wrinkled. I don’t know which minister is so rude, but this person is not at ordinary in this dynasty, but he cannot sin.

Fan Xian stopped the pace of returning to the house and gave a sigh of apology to Zhuang Mohan, saying that he was not disrespectful. Zhuang Mohan coughed twice, and some difficulties pointed out that the little eunuch, who was given to him by the Queen Mother, stood up and calmly looked at Fan Xian: "The name of Fan Gongzi’s poems has already been passed to Daqi Shangjing, the first thousand miles of sadness As a guest, the old man is often jealous."

Fan Xian suddenly saw a trace of pity from the eyes of this literary person, and a trace of the road to the end. Fan Xian suddenly felt a big move in his heart and felt the danger that he had never been aware of it. He was slowly approaching himself. His wine gradually went up, but he still turned back violently. After the banquet, he found the face that provoked the war.

Guo Baokun.

Guo Baokun, who was beaten by himself, Guo Baokun, a prince, and Guo Baokun, who is compiling in the palace, is also qualified to sit on the table today. But it is obvious that his speech, the Prince did not know beforehand. With the eyes of Prince and Fan, they all squinted and looked at Guo Baokun’s face with a smug color. He didn’t know what he wanted to do.

Fan Xian felt the danger and smiled slightly.

At this point, Zhuang Mohan coughed twice and whispered to the emperor after a ritual: "The old man is a big man, but his heart is in the word "", which does not want to hurt the friendship between the two countries. But there are some words that have to be said."

His face was gradually calming down, and calmly said: "Mr. Zhuang said nothing."

While kneeling down, the Queen also picked up the glass of wine, opened his mouth and said, and recovered.

"The wind is rushing and screaming, and the white birds fly back. The infinitely falling trees are under the rust, and the rivers are not coming. The thousands of miles are often a guest, and they have been on the stage for more than a hundred years. Hard to hate the frost, smash the new stop The turbid wine glass." The palace is extremely quiet. I don't know what the famous literature writers will say.

"The first four sentences of this poem are excellent."

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