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Chapter 108 [Let him go for now]

Hearing the dangerous words that were exactly the same as those who beat up the prince before, Eunuch Hou wisely did not dare to procrastinate, and went straight to the point to report straight to the point:

"Your Majesty, General Fan just wrote two poems that are unique in the world and are famous enough to be passed down through the ages at the Prince Jing Palace Poetry Conference."

"Read and listen."

Although I still look forward to the poems of this famous child prodigy who has written those famous books that have been banned by the Appraisal Institute, I even got angry more than once.

But at this moment, although the poem has been written and passed to the palace in time, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme has calmed down instead.

The emperor must be as calm as water when encountering major events, so that he can be as calm as Mount Tai in the face of danger. However, many things happened one after another in the past few years, and Emperor Qing himself suddenly found that his state of mind seemed to have been greatly disturbed.

Especially, as soon as he got the news that that bastard was going to fool around in the brothel again, he would be really angry.

Instead, he could only vent his anger by scolding Fan Jian, that cheap old bastard.

However, after scolding him many times, Emperor Qing inadvertently observed that the old guy seemed to be used to being scolded by him, so now he didn't feel much, and he didn't feel like blowing his beard and staring at him with blue neck like before.

Now, no matter how much you scold him angrily, this old guy Fan Jian can even doze off while standing below, quietly waiting for you to finish scolding so that he can go back to sleep.

He could open his eyes and squint for a while while standing, Emperor Qing also accepted this sixth child.

Based on what he heard and saw in his memory, the old eunuch recited "Climbing the High" and "Yellow Crane Tower" with emotional cadences about the two ancient poems.

After reading, Eunuch Hou looked up cautiously with an excited expression, but there was no change in Emperor Qing's face.

Emperor Qing silently recited the two poems in his heart, and slowly comprehended the two poems, and then said with a blank expression:
"It's a good poem, but it's a little bit old-fashioned."

Then he asked, "Where is the second child?"

While speaking, Emperor Qing took down clean, tidy and large paper from the bookshelf beside him, took down all the other things above the imperial table in the imperial study room, and spread the paper on it.

Seeing this, Eunuch Hou hurried forward to help, while reporting:

"After General Fan finished writing these two eternal masterpieces, he went to the backyard to see His Highness the Second Highness. It seemed that there had been some serious conflicts, and General Fan made another move.

However, General Fan's martial arts were unfathomable, and the old slave really didn't dare to get too close, so he didn't see clearly what martial arts General Fan used.

However, from a distance, the old slave could still clearly feel the terrifying bursting aura rushing toward his face, a feeling of high temperature and scorching heat that surpassed the flames of the iron-making furnace.

The mandala corridor in Prince Jing's mansion, which was transplanted from the Western Regions at a cost of countless money, has been completely burned down. "

Hearing this, Emperor Qing's hand that was about to write suddenly paused, and dropped a drop of ink on the paper, which quickly spread and became black.

Seeing this, Eunuch Hou hurriedly removed it, and then replaced it with a brand-new piece of paper. He moved quickly and had good eyesight.

Emperor Qing looked at the priceless writing brush in his hand made of gold, and quickly wrote down the two eternal masterpieces. The vigorous and powerful handwriting appeared on the paper.
"How did he go and fight and demolish wherever he went, did he come to Beijing to be a demolition brigade?
If this one day comes to my imperial study, do you also plan to demolish Qinglou, the tallest building in the world? "

Eunuch Hou stood aside, with his right hand resting on his left, his head bowed, not daring to speak.

After a long silence, he asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, do you want Minister Xuan Fan to enter the palace?"

Just as Emperor Qing was about to say the word "Xuan", the image of Fan Jianna who dozed off while standing up and didn't even hear himself scolding him suddenly appeared in his mind. He frowned and said helplessly:
"No need, let him go for now! How is the situation with the prince?"

Eunuch Hou has quickly put the poems written by Emperor Qing aside and waited for it to dry, and reported:

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince originally planned to go to Guangxin Palace to visit His Highness the Eldest Princess, but he went back after learning that Her Royal Highness had not yet returned."

"Huh, he is quite free and still has time to show his hospitality. He runs to Guangxin Palace every three days. You send him these two poems and let him read them carefully."

"Yes!"

Prince Jing's Mansion.

Front hall.

There was such a commotion in the apse that one could even smell the pungent smell of burning flames here. Naturally, the gifted scholars and beauties who came to participate in the poetry meeting had long since lost their desire to write poems.

They all want to go to the backyard to take a look and see what happened.

"What kind of person is so bold, disregarding the king's law at the feet of the emperor, and dare to fight and set fire to Prince Jing's mansion."

"Although Prince Jing has long since stopped meddling in government affairs, he still has great prestige in the court, and he is quite trusted and relied on by His Majesty. Today's affairs may not be good."

"No matter who it is, they will never get out of Prince Jing's mansion alive."

Everyone looked at the thick smoke floating from the apse to the sky, discussing and guessing.

The sounds of fierce fighting came from the backyard just now, and these ladies and young men who often stay in their boudoirs naturally wanted to join in the fun.

Li Hongxin, Prince Jing's son, looked at the crowd's eagerly watching the excitement, and a fleeting moment of disdain flashed in his heart.

If you really let people like you see it, how can you survive.

However, thinking of the news that he had just received from his subordinates, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly.

After the events of the past few days, he came to a very, very important conclusion concerning that General Fan: Never invite this violent man to your house in the future.

It is best to choose the place of meeting and treat at the home of the enemy who has conflicts with oneself.

Let him go to Huo Huo's house, it's better to tear it down and rebuild it.

While everyone was looking forward to it, and they didn't know how long they waited, they finally saw Fan Zui strolling out of the courtyard like a normal person, with an unfinished apple in his hand.

"General Fan, do you know who was fighting in the backyard just now?" someone asked.

Fan Zui waved his hand, beckoned everyone to be calm, and said:

"His Royal Highness Prince Jing recently felt that the feng shui location of the mansion is not very auspicious, so he hired martial arts masters to demolish the house. If there is any fight, you are overthinking.

By the way, what is the name of Guo Baozhu, how many hours have passed, has the poem been written yet? "

In the crowd, Guo Baokun's face froze when he heard the title that had appeared in Yishiju before.

"Don't worry, just write slowly, the general still has things to do, so I won't accompany you!"

Under the amazed gaze of the crowd, Fan Zui left calmly, and Ruoruo quickly followed.

"Ok?"

After walking two steps, Fan Zui seemed to have thought of something suddenly, with a trace of joy that should not be noticed on his face, he turned his head to look at Guo Baokun's position.

Today he spent money to invite the seven so-called talented people from Kyoto who are ready to embarrass him, they all seem to be Ruoruo's suitors, right?

Violently defeat ten suitors, you can get a hidden diamond-level treasure chest.

He is very much looking forward to what good things can be opened!

Seeing him turn around, Guo Baokun already realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment.

"What? Guo Shao, before you leave, you still want to compete with me, so come on!"

(End of this chapter)