A carriage stopped at the door, and Jiang Fan, Fan Ruoruo and Fan Xian got off one after another.
Fan Ruoruo asked: "Brother Wushuang, if we come so late, will the poem be over?"
"The main character hasn't arrived yet, so there's no reason to end the show.
Jiang Fan smiled. Prince Jing held the poetry meeting this time just to target Fan Xian.
If Fan Xian doesn't arrive, people won't disperse. If he's late, he'll be late. It's no big deal.
In Prince Jing's palace, Guo Baokun and others had been waiting for a long time and were already a little impatient.
Many people shouted, "Sin Nanbo's son has no manners"
The eldest son of Prince Jing, Li Hongcheng, was waiting outside the door. When Fan Xian saw Li Hongcheng, he stuffed a lot of "local specialties" into Li Hongcheng's arms!
“It was my first time visiting, so I didn’t know what to give, so I just bought some.”
The candied fruits, dried fruits, and persimmons almost blocked Li Hongcheng's sight, giving the originally suave Li Hongcheng a bit of a rustic feel.
"Master Fan, Master Wushuang, and sister Ruoruo, please come in.'
After handing Fan Xian's gift to his servants, Li Hongcheng tidied up his clothes, and then led the three of them into the hall without losing his grace. The surrounding seats were divided by gauze curtains, with two rows of young men sitting on one side and two rows of young men on the other side.
They are the talented women of Kyoto.
"Brother, Brother Wushuang, today's poetry meeting, the girls are sitting over there, I'll go over first.
Fan Ruoruo said, bowed to Jiang Fan Yingying, then walked to sit down next to a few acquaintances sisters.
Jiang Fan glanced around, and then he and Fan Xian walked to the young talents' side and found two seats to sit down.
Guo Baokun and He Zongwei seemed to have found an excuse when they saw Jiang Fan entering the hall carrying the Wushuang Sword Box on his back.
"Today's poetry meeting is a place for literati like us to discuss poems and songs and cultivate our sentiments. What kind of unparalleled young master is it? You are carrying such a big sword box here, it is simply insulting to the gentlemen!"
He Zongwei fanned the flames and set the pace as soon as he arrived.
Fan Xian looked at the unlucky guy with admiration. He was really brave. If he fails, he will have to pay attention in the next life!
"Who are you?'
Jiang Fan glanced at He Zongwei expressionlessly.
"My dear, He Zongwei, I met Mr. Wushuang yesterday at Yishi.
He Zongwei talked eloquently and self-righteously laid out the profile of a romantic and talented man.
Jiang Fan said calmly: "Sorry, I have a bad memory and can't remember the names of weak people."
As they spoke, the two of them looked at each other for a moment. He Zongwei seemed to see a thousand-foot giant dragon rushing toward him. A huge feeling of fear hit his whole body. His heart beat wildly, like a drum. He couldn't help but shudder. When he came back to his senses,
By then, the pants were soaked through, still dripping, and exuding a faint irritation.
Fan Xian pointed at He Zongwei's pants and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Hey, Mr. He is so old, why are you still peeing his pants?" Hearing this, the people around him looked at He Zongwei, and then they all showed disgust and contempt.
Jiang Fan also started to add insult to injury: "It's so wet, it's so wet. I didn't expect Mr. He to have such an unrestrained temperament. He really lives up to his literary talent. Regardless of his literary talent, ordinary people really can't learn how to be wet just by saying he is wet. I admire him very much!"
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He Zongwei's mind went crazy. Seeing the teasing, sarcastic, disdainful and mocking expressions of the talented and beautiful people around him, he wished he could dig a big hole with his toes and crawl in.
In addition to being ashamed and frightened, He Zongwei also secretly resented that he had made such a big ugly appearance today in front of many talented people and beauties in the capital. It was simply a stain on his life, and it would be difficult for him to enter the court and seek official positions again.
This is simply ruining his career!
"This is a shameful thing, don't let it go."
Seeing He Zongwei who died before he left the army, Guo Baokun told him to get out quickly so as not to stay and continue to be embarrassed. "Mr. Guo, wait a moment, I'm going to change my pants, I'll be back~"
He Zongwei knew that he would be humiliated this time, but he was unwilling to accept it. His strong sense of utilitarianism drove him to forget his fear and shame.
He couldn't lose face alone. He had to overthrow Fan Xian and Wu Shuang in poetry and trample them under his feet in order to regain some face.
"Who are these people!'
"He Zongwei is also considered a talented person in Kyoto. I didn't expect him to be so out of control!'
"My interest and appetite have been ruined by him. It's really disappointing!"
People around were talking a lot, and Li Hongcheng stood up to smooth things over: "Master He may be unwell. Please be considerate and don't let these trivial matters ruin your interest. Please take your seats first.
While talking, several servants quickly tidied the floor. One spread incense ash, another swept the floor, and the last one mopped the floor. Soon the floor was as clean as new.
Guo Baokun sat back in his seat. He was still more afraid of Wushuang. Without He Zongwei, his courage was a little less, but thinking of the task assigned by the prince, he could only bite the bullet and go ahead.
"Today is a poetry gathering held by His Royal Highness. When literati compete with each other, they should respond with poetry.'
Guo Baokun knew that he couldn't beat Fan Xian and Wushuang, but he felt that he had great literary talent and could still beat them in this aspect.
Clearing his throat to cheer himself up, Guo Baokun looked at Jiang Fan and Fan Xian: "How about we agree to write a poem in ten steps until night, and then select the best works to compare. If we lose, we will quit the poetry world and never write again.
Poetry, do you two dare to challenge me?'
Jiang Fan and Fan Xian both wanted to laugh.
The Qing Dynasty relied on military force to build a country. Literary talent was inherently weak. Fortunately, Ye Qingmei was a science student and did not block Fan Xian's path to the literary world. Instead, it gave future travelers the conditions to become copycats.
Take Fan Xian, for example, he can write "The Red Mansion" silently. He has read three hundred Tang poems by heart, but he can't write them. How can he still copy them?
"You are not writing poetry, you are seeking death.'
"Arrogant, I, Guo Baokun, have been practicing prose since I was a child. How can I be compared to you, a kid from Danzhou?"
While Fan Xian and Guo Baokun are bickering, the pen and ink are ready!
Guo Baokun, who was full of confidence, stepped forward: "I'm going to show my shame first!"
"It's ugly if you don't show it.
Jiang Fan said seriously.
Fan Xian pulled him back: "Brother, how can you tell the truth? This is very hurtful.'
Hearing the two people making fun of him, Guo Baokun was so angry that his teeth itched and he was holding back his anger, but there was nothing he could do.
Can't beat it!
After swallowing his anger, Guo Baokun read out a poem he had prepared long ago.
"The clouds on the green tower are heavy with the dew, and the jade boat outlines the style of the Jintang."
Wherever the smoke rises, the sky is covered, and a little literary thought leads to a broken lamp.
The talented and beautiful people around immediately clapped their hands and applauded.
Jiang Fan and Fan Xian looked at each other: "You (eldest brother) come first.'
"Okay, I'll go first.
Fan Xian stood up and copied a song called "Ascend the High"!
The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.
Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes turbid.
As soon as this poem came out, everyone was shocked!
Jiang Fan then wrote a poem about the demon monk Wu Xin in "Young Song Xing".
I want to ride the wind and head north, and the snow falls on the Xuanyuan as big as a mat.
I want to borrow a boat to travel eastward, and the fairy Chuo Yue stands in the wind.
I want to step on the clouds for thousands of miles, but what can the dragons in the temple do to me?
The top of Kunlun is bathed in sunshine, and the green mountains can be seen in the desperate situation of the vast sea.
After the long wind and thousands of miles, the swallow comes back, but no one from the end of the world will come back.
Compared with "Ascend the High", Jiang Fan's poetry is slightly inferior, but not bad. After all, it is a masterpiece that uses the poetic immortal, and it is more in line with the mood of a teenager.
In the palace.
What happened in Prince Jing's Mansion was quickly passed on to Emperor Qing through flying pigeons.
Taking the poems written by Jiang Fan and Fan Xian, especially Jiang Fan's poems, Emperor Qing frowned.
All because of the sentence "What can I do if the dragon sings in the temple?" Although it is a sentence describing the high-spirited young man, it also clearly told Emperor Qing that you old boy can't do anything to me.
Can Emperor Qing get used to this bad habit?
I can't bear it!
Even though Emperor Qing was deeply scheming, he could not hide his murderous intention at this time.
(This person should be punished!]
East Palace.
Prince Li Chengqian and eldest princess Li Yunrui also saw these two poems!
The eldest princess said: "What do you think, Your Highness?"
"If you show your domineering attitude, you are seeking death!'
Li Chengqian had a smile on his face and felt much more relaxed. He thought to himself: "It's your own fault. You don't have to do it yourself this time. Fan Xian will have to follow Wu Shuang and suffer bad luck."
Li Yunrui nodded: "After all, they are young people who can't hold their breath. They think they have something of their own, so they become arrogant and arrogant. In the end, they will suffer the consequences.'
"Fan Xian will definitely be implicated this time, we can rest easy!'
As he said that, Li Chengqian wanted to put his hand on Li Yunrui's shoulder, but after a slight pause, he let it go silently.
The prince Li Chengqian looks handsome, benevolent and filial, and abides by etiquette, but he has a taboo in his heart.
That is, he likes the eldest princess Li Yunrui, who is also his aunt.
It's a pity that he is not Yang Guo, and Li Yunrui is not Xiao Longnu
Li Yunrui felt great contempt for Li Chengqian who had a lustful heart but no courage.
Li Yunrui and Emperor Qing are called brothers and sisters, but they are not related by blood.
When he was young, Li Yunrui was once infatuated with Emperor Qing, but Emperor Qing was seduced by Ye Qingmei who was killed halfway.
Ye Qingmei suddenly appeared, not only taking away Emperor Qing, but also taking away Li Yunrui's limelight, making him hold a grudge in his heart.
Later, Ye Qingmei founded the Neiku Company and the Inspection Institute, established the Northern Fujian Navy, and implemented a series of reforms in Nanqing, which made Nanqing stronger and more popular.
But everything has its pros and cons. While these reforms allowed Nanqing to develop, it also touched the interests of many people.
Later, when Emperor Qing was fighting in the Northern Qi Dynasty, he had physical problems because of his practice of "Hegemonic Qi". Emperor Qing asked Ye Qingmei for advice, but Ye Qingmei couldn't come up with a solution, which made Emperor Qing suspect that Ye Qingmei wanted to kill her.
himself, thus becoming black.
After Emperor Qing returned, he took advantage of Ye Qingmei's birth and lost Ye Qingmei's illegitimate rice balls, secretly instructing the Nanqing royal family to kill Ye Qingmei.
The eldest princess Li Yunrui is one of the most enthusiastic people
Later, the Nanqing royal family was purged by Emperor Qing in the name of revenge and took over the power. However, Li Yunrui was not affected and even took over the underwear.
But Li Yunrui was very small-minded and thought about Fan Xian's death several times. She was the one who ordered the Danzhou assassination to be carried out.
In addition, Li Yunrui played both sides, openly supporting the crown prince Li Chengqian, but secretly supporting the second prince Li Chengze.
But in fact, she was betting on both sides and jumping around repeatedly, just to get Emperor Qing's two sons to fight in order to get revenge on Emperor Qing.
Even though Li Yunrui often looks charming and charming, which makes me feel pity for others, he is able to manipulate two successors to the throne, which shows that his methods are extraordinary.
What Li Yunrui wants to do most right now is to kill Fan Xian, a bastard.
As for Wushuang, they have no grievances or enmities, but who made the other person get so close to Fan Xian?
Prince Jing's Mansion.
Jiang Fan and Fan Xian finished writing the poem.
The poems written by Fan Xian are good poems. After all, they are Du Fu's poems, so it is strange that they are not good.
But Fan Xian's handwriting is really ugly.
It made many people complain.
The poems written by Jiang Fan were good, and the words were good, but the line "What can I do if the dragon sings in the temple?" made all the talented and beautiful people feel that this person was too arrogant.
No judgment was made.
In the feudal dynasty, most people would not dare to read this kind of poem, otherwise, soon, spies from the Procuratorate would have to come to your home to bring warmth, and then you could enjoy eighteen sets of torture meals from seven places for free.
But is this really arrogant?
Jiang Fan didn't think so. He felt that he was already very low-key. Otherwise, he would not be writing poems here. Instead, he would be carrying a sword and slashing from Penglai East Road to Emperor Qing's palace, then cutting off Emperor Qing's dog's head with one sword and parading it in the sky above Kyoto.
.
That is true arrogance.
Seeing that everyone around him was silent, Jiang Fan, who felt bored, stood up and walked to the backyard with Fan Xian.
Fan Xian planned to find the girl he met in Qingmiao.
Jiang Fan plans to go see the alpaca, the second prince Li Chengze!
Just as he stepped into the backyard, a ray of sword light pierced Jiang Fan's neck, as fast as lightning, and mixed with radiant energy.
"Yunsuo!'
A familiar stream of light flew out of the Peerless Sword Box like a swimming fish, circled around Jiang Fan, and flew out with great force like an arrow from the string, blocking Xie Bian's killing sword!
"Dang~"
The cloud shuttle is extremely fast. Because of its special shape and structure, its speed and penetrating power are unparalleled. The tip of the sword rubs the air, bringing up a streamlined white air wave. Wherever it passes, the explosion is generated, causing the floor below to explode.
Broken inch by inch.
The two swords collided, air waves rolled, and accompanied by the sound of gold and iron, Xie Bian's eyes narrowed and he found that the sword in his hand was bending rapidly and almost collapsed. He immediately stepped on the ground and made a mistake to avoid the sharp edge.
"The art of sword control is nothing more than that!
After Xie Bian avoided Yunsuo, he advanced instead of retreating, jumped forward, and swung his sword to kill Jiang Fan.
"Really.'
Jiang Fan smiled calmly and said loudly: "Qingshuang, wrap your fingers softly!"
He raised his hand and pointed, and two streams of light, one green and one red, shot out of the air, and together with the flying cloud shuttle, they were suspended in the depth of the river sail. The cloud shuttle, Qingshuang, and three soft swords came out together.
Among them, Yunsuo and Zhuozhirou have been introduced before. In terms of shape, neither flying sword looks like a sword.
Qingshuang is quite average, with a three-foot green front and a chilling light.
"You can actually control three flying swords at the same time!'
Xie Bi'an's expression changed slightly, and he lived up to his calmness just now. He had only seen Zhuozhirou before, and he was still confident in killing Jiang Fan.
But when facing Yun Suo just now, the sword in his hand almost broke. Considering that he is a ninth-grade swordsman or a disciple of the second prince, the sword in his hand is naturally not an ordinary grade, it is extremely sharp!
But when faced with that weird long sword, it was hard to beat its edge. I could only rely on my body skills to dodge it, so as not to suffer a big loss. It was just a flying sword.
Now facing three flying swords at once, Xie Bian couldn't help but become nervous even though he was conceited!
He actually secretly tried to use his true energy to control the sword in his hand, but it was easy to project it, but it was difficult to control the flying sword as easily as his arm.
The other party can control three flying swords at the same time. How much energy does it take to do this?
[Impossible, absolutely impossible. At his age, even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, it is impossible for him to have such strong Qi. That flying sword must be special and a real magic weapon. If I get it, I will definitely
also!]
Looking at the unparalleled sword box behind Jiang Fan and the three flying swords flying around, Xie Bian's eyes were burning, thinking that he had seen through the essence of the incident.
I am certain in my heart, Xie Bian thought
[So what if you can control three flying swords, both of them are at the ninth level, can your true energy still be like a river, inexhaustible and inexhaustible?]
[And you are good at using flying swords, but you must lack the ability to adapt. As long as I can get close, victory will belong to me.]
Leaning slightly, Xie Bian pushed his feet hard, and his whole body moved forward by leaps and bounds. With a flash of sword light in his hand, he quickly attacked Jiang Fan who was a few meters away, hoping to kill him at close range and take possession of the Wushuang Sword Box.
[Have the people here taken in too much radiation? Why do they feel braver than the others?]
Jiang Fan sighed slightly, pointed out, and the three swords shook at the same time and flew out randomly.
The fastest one is Yunsuo, followed by Qingshuang, and the last one is Huanzhirou.
Xie Bi'an's figure froze, his wrist flicked, and he swung his sword to block.
Both Yunsuo and Qingshuang's attacks were straight forward, one was fierce and the other was light.
The one who followed closely, Zhouzhi Rou, was extremely agile. With a flash of sword light, he arrived ten inches in front of Xie Bian's body.
At this time, Xie Bi'an seemed to be facing the attack of three ninth-grade swordsmen, and he was suddenly in a panic.
After blocking two swords in succession, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the sword body trembled up and down, as if he was about to let go at any moment.
Just as he was slashing at Zhouzhirou, he was shocked to find that Zhouzhirou turned in the air, and then there was a flash of red light, and a heartbreaking pain came from his left hand.
Three fingers were cut off and blood flowed all over the floor.
The softness around the finger is not as hard as Yunsuo and Qingshuang, but it is superior to the sharpness. The sword pointed at the edge is full of sword energy, as agile and unpredictable as a poisonous snake.
"My hands, how dare you?!'
The fingers were linked to the heart, and three fingers were broken at once. Xie Bi'an's face turned pale, and then he looked at Jiang Fan in horror and anger.
He is the second prince's retainer. As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog. The other party is so bold. Could it be that he thinks he is truly invincible and can ignore the majesty of the royal family?
Jiang Fan curled up his lips and said with a smile: "Is there anything I don't dare to do?
With this sentence, Yunsuo and Qingshuang, who had been knocked away earlier, turned around in mid-air, pierced two pillars, and stabbed Xie Bian in the back and waist.
"stop!,
The second prince in the pavilion shouted hurriedly.
Jiang Fan glanced at the second prince and thought: "It really looks like an alpaca."
He heard what Li Chengze said, but turned a deaf ear.
Xie Bi'an didn't hold back his sword just now, it was meant to kill Jiang Fan.
Although with Xie Bi'an's strength, even if he was stabbed, it would be impossible to really hurt Jiang Fan at all, but this is a matter of attitude.
Jiang Fan has no habit of showing mercy to those who want to kill him and take action.
Fan Xian saw that something was wrong and quietly retreated behind Jiang Fan.
It's not that he is not loyal enough and doesn't want to help, but because Fan Xian knows that going up will only affect the speed of his elder brother's sword draw. What's wrong with this!
He remembered that Wushuang in the original plot was able to control six flying swords before he became a swordsman.
Now that he has become a swordsman, he is a ruthless man who can control thirteen flying swords.