Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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This night is destined to be an unusual night.

Fan chats and sends poetry and madness, a generation of Zhuang Mohan suddenly retreats, squatting to cultivate the Fan family's Dagongzi, the Prince's status is stable, too much information tonight, so whether it is the mission of Dongyi City, or the ministers of various ministries After returning home, I discussed everything I saw with my aides or my peers. But let everyone be shocked, the most discussed, of course, is the performance of the eight-product association franc fan tonight in front of the palace.

In the end, I came to a common conclusion. Xiao Fan is actually a poet.

Some people have been skeptical about whether or not they have made such poems in the past few years, and then they have finished their hair in one night. Because after all, these poems have different situations and different feelings. If it is said that it is so different in the night, and in the intense emotions, it can be naturally formed. I am afraid that the poet will go crazy.

But no matter which one, everyone still thinks that Fan is not an ordinary person. Nonsense, which ordinary people can hold such a good poem like a Chinese cabbage, even if you are not afraid of being tired, you have to plant it.

All in all, in the world close to the world of Qingguo, the literary exquisite resignation of a beautiful or agile or awe-inspiring, today is the mouth of the leisure, or unwilling or willingly landed, and from then on, become the spirit of the world. Hard to split part.

Some of the poems in the poems are unclear, and the incomprehensible points are all regarded by the people as the slang of the small fan who drank too much. Be prepared to wait for him to wake up and ask for advice. As for whether Fan will be guilty in the future, he will be forced to write an overhead Chinese history, write four masterpieces, or resolutely slash the knife from the palace to avoid trouble. That is all afterwards.

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On Fan's carriage back to Fanfu, Fan Xian is still asleep and sleepy. After seeing the good things, he will calculate it for him. When he is on the night palace banquet, he will make a poem for no time, but the royal wine will also drink a full nine pounds. So when his poems are destined to indulge in many scholars in the world, he is already drunk and unconscious.

He was taken out of the palace by the **** from the foot of the emperor, and he was full of anger and sorrow. It was also lost, so that there was no fainting in the eyes of the people.

On the carriage of Fanfu, the father-in-law of the palace carefully smashed the people of Fanfu, and took care of their masters. The bosses all spoke. This man’s head is the treasure of Qingguo, but he dares not to break it. It is.

Car to Fan House. Well-informed Fan Fu people have long known that their young masters have won a great brilliance in front of the temple, fanning Zhuang Mohan a big slap in the face, and the government has been honored. Near the waiter happily took him off the carriage. Liu personally opened the way, sent him into the bedroom, and then personally cook to cook the soup. Fan Ruouo was worried that the ring was not careful enough, carefully twisted the towel and wet his dry lips.

Fan Si, who was awakened, looked at his sour eyes and looked at the drunken brother who was drunk. Si Nanbo Fan Jian smiled in the study, and he was comforted. Even the people who couldn't understand Wen Mo could read these four words on the face of the old man. He wanted to write something in the fold of his majesty. ? It is estimated that you should not be surprised by what happened to Fan Xian, after all, it is the child of Tianmai.

The night gradually deepened. After a while of excitement, everyone gradually dispersed and did not dare to disturb Fan’s dreams. At this time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said to the sister who was at the bedside: “In the belt, the light blue meatballs ""

If you can see that he is awake, he can't wait to ask questions. He quickly walks over and takes out the pill from the belt and carefully feeds him to swallow it.

Fan has been closed for a long time, slowly carrying the infuriating, found that this hangover pill really has a miraculous effect, there is no uncomfortable chest between the chest, there is no trace of drunkenness in the brain. Of course, he is not really drunk. Otherwise, when he was "reciting" in the previous temple, it would be wonderful if he did not pay attention to the original authors of those poems.

"I am worried that someone will come to see me in the middle of the night. After all, my current state should be drunk." Fan Xian, while wearing his night clothes with the help of his sister, frowned and thought that his eyes were clear and clear. In the palace, I was not as drunk as it was.

"Should not, I told you, I will take care of you personally this night." Fan Ruoru knows what he is going to do, and he is worried.

"Liu..." Fan leisure frowned: "Will you take care of me?"

"I am watching here, there should be no one coming in." Fan Ruouo looked at his eyes worriedly and whispered: "But my brother should be faster."

Fan leisurely touched the dagger at the bottom of the boot, the three fine needles in the hair, and the pill at the waist, confirming that the equipment is complete, nodded: "I will be as soon as possible."

From the back of the house to the house where he was preparing for the wedding, he had already dressed the night clothes. It was extremely difficult to be discovered under the cover of the night. Only when moving, the black light flowing by the rapid movement of the body was only Will give birth to some ghosts. Drilled out from the prepared wall, there was already a carriage parked there.

Fan’s double eyebrows outside the black towel slightly wrinkled. Although there is no curfew in Beijing, the management of the street at night is still very strict. The patrol division was rectified after the incident at Niulan Street, so it is now exceptionally alert. serious. Therefore, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​using a carriage to ride, the human form fluttered, and it was really tempered to the whole body, and it immediately accelerated and disappeared into the night of Kyoto.

Fan Fu is not far from the emperor. In a short time, Fan Xian has already touched the foot of the west side of Huangchenggen. It is the place where the palace and the inner city are handed over. Usually it is a little lively, but it is now into the night. It became quiet. Through the cover of the short trees, he was half-low, and climbed to the side of the Yudai River. His left hand hooked the stone fence on the riverside. The whole figure was moved forward like a koala.

The light in front is a bit bright, but the river looks dark. Fan is not willing to care. Taking advantage of the inexhaustible instinct of his body, he closed his breath and carefully moved his body.

I don't know how long it took, and finally I bypassed two arch bridges. Came to the quiet woods on the side of the palace. Fan has relaxed a little. I opened my mouth and breathed two times in a hurry. I felt that my body had gradually plucked up. It seems that this dangerous activity makes myself very enjoyable.

The wall of the palace next to the forest is full of five feet high, and the wall is smooth and flawless. There is no such thing as a force. There is no way for the martial arts powerhouse in the world to jump over. Of course, for the number of people who have already entered the rank of the master, whether this high wall can work or not, remains to be tested.

Fan Xian is not one of the four masters, but he has some other methods. The reddish wall in front of him looks a little blue in the night. He looks like a shadow from the woods to the wall and finds a The dark corner of the palace lamp can not shine. Forced to calm down, sit cross-legged, slowly turn the body's overbearing instinct into a warm gas through the snowy mountains. Conditioning the condition of the body.

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In the deep palace, not far from the Hall of Light, Hong Siqi sits quietly in his room. The Queen Mother is not very good today. He listened to the emperor and told some funny things on the court today. Han Juran was vented with blood by the Fan, and the Queen Mother couldn’t help but laugh, but somehow, it seems that there are some old people who are connected to each other, so they slept early.

Hong Si itch has been in this palace for dozens of years. The little eunuchs do not know how big he is. How can he be 70 or 80 years old? Anyway, the only function of Hong Si’s itch in the palace is to talk with the Queen Mother. He stayed here since the founding of the country. When he was young, he also liked to go out to go to the palace. When he was old, he discovered that there was no difference between the palace and the palace.

Hong Si itched a peanut, sent it to his mouth and chewed it, then took a small glass and enjoyed a sip. The oil lamp on the table was faint. The old **** thought that Fan Jiagong was drunk in the temple today, and his lips could not help but smile. Even if it was an eunuch, the **** was also the **** of Qingguo, who could let the people of Beiqi eat, and Honggonggong’s mood. Not bad.

At the other end of the palace, the underarm's study is lit with a light candle, which is much brighter than the eunuch's room. This emperor is a Mingjun who is diligent and loving the people. Therefore, he often reads the chapters at night. The eunuchs have long been used to it. They only use the warm water to raise the nightingale and wait for the call.

After the banquet in front of the temple today is the night, the emperor is still diligent, sitting at the table, holding a brush in his hand, the tip of the hair is bright red, like a murderous silent knife. Suddenly, his nib was hovering over the chapter, and his brow gradually wrinkled.

On the side of the pen, the **** said: "Is there a lack of squatting, or else I will take a break?"

The emperor smiled and said: "Tonight in the temple, don't you copy your poems?"

The **** smiled and said: "The national dynasty is a poetry, and the slaves can't wait to copy it every day."

The emperor smiled and didn't continue to say anything. He only looked up and looked out the window occasionally. He always felt that there was something strange in the darkness there.

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The palace is very big, the palace in summer night is very quiet, the palace ladies are half-closed and sleepy, but they dare not go to sleep. The guards were guarded in the outer city, but there was a feeling of peace in the inner palace.

In the corner of the corner, next to the rockery, wear a five-bamboo bamboo with a new micro-brown robes, and ** night color* (** please delete) * (** please delete) dissolves into one, the only thing that may be noticeable Covered by the black cloth. His whole body seems to have become a very similar existence to the surrounding dead objects with the help of certain exercises.

Breathing and heartbeat have slowly reached the extreme, moving in harmony with the gentle night winds around them. Even if someone walks past him, if it is not deliberate to look over there, it is hard to find his existence.

Wu Zhu "watched" the lights in the emperor's study. I didn't know how long I watched. Then he slowly lowered his head, covered the black hood, and walked silently toward the palace in another direction. The route he walked was very cleverly avoiding the light, borrowing from the terrain, relying on the grass to accompany the flowers, entering the mountains without traces, patrolling the lake without sound, as horrible as ghosts, walking in the imprisoned inner palace like a leisurely walk.

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