Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 28
"What do you mean, it's freezing cold, and there are people rushing to the Furong Garden, so you have to blow some cold wind to feel comfortable!"

In the small pavilion inside the square gate, a charcoal brazier was roasting, and Fan Zheng exhaled a faint mist.

It was snowing sporadically, and the weather was extremely cold, and the sheepskin jackets on his body were not enough to keep out the cold. Fur clothing and other clothing were still too expensive for Fan Zheng, and the cotton jacket was light, but it looked bloated.

Don't get me wrong, this quilted jacket is not a quilted jacket in the sense of later generations, and the filling is not cotton, but kapok.

Kapok is light and warm, and it is indeed the best choice for fillings, but the disadvantage is that the output cannot meet the needs of the entire country.

As for the short-staple cotton, it was still in Gaochang and the Jintou Department and Heibopu Department in the southwest, and it was not introduced into the Tang Dynasty.

Long-staple cotton... look forward to the age of great exploration.

Folding his sleeves, squatting over the brazier, Fan Zheng's appearance is really as simple as before, without any official air.

"Hehe, King Wei, who is known as the number one young talent in Chang'an, debated Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Confucianism in Wubenfang Guozijian, and returned home with a big victory. "

Xiang Liqian spoke in a nonchalant manner.

Fan Zheng smiled lightly.

Li Tai's literary talents are recorded fairly in the history books, and they are not belittled because of the loss of his calligraphy.

Li Tai has real talents and learning, and his literary talents are indeed extraordinary, but those who know the number one young talent can only chuckle.

If he didn't have that family background, it would be good to be in the top three.

It is still worthwhile to be praised for other people's wealth, just don't get immersed in it and forget your true ability.

A man in a blue robe poked his head in from outside the gate and yelled, "I'll ask you, is General Shi Lang Fan Zheng here?"

Fan Zheng got up and stood outside the square gate: "It's my official."

There was a gleam of joy in the visitor's eyes: "It turned out to be Dunhua Fang, but I remembered it wrongly, and went to Qinglong Fang. Wei Wang's mansion signed Wu Neng, and was ordered to gather Shilang Furong Yuan."

Fan Zheng took the invitation and saluted with crossed hands: "Thank you, sir, I will arrive before noon."

Dian Shou is the smallest official position in the Prince's Mansion, just below the eighth rank, just two ranks higher than Fan Zheng, in charge of publicizing the Prince's decrees, to put it bluntly, it is a small official who sends orders, instructions, and cowhide.

But in front of Fan Zheng, he was still a huge existence.

One is the poor rank, the other is the difference between a real job and a casual official, and the third is that he is backed by the most favored prince today—although he doesn't know how many years this prince will be able to enjoy himself.

It is already a great face for Dianzhu to come to deliver invitations. Even if Fan Zheng wanted to avoid laziness, he had no choice but to go to the Furong Garden.

Besides, Qi Guanzhi begged Li Tai for help from Dunhuafang, this kind of favor, Fan Zheng had to recognize it.

……

Li Tai's daily behavior was that of a modest gentleman and courteous corporal. Naturally, the stewards and employees of Furong Garden couldn't just respect Luo Shang and disrespect others. Even though Fan Zheng's attire was a little out of line, he still led him to the Ziyun Building on the south bank of Qujiang Pool.

Ziyun Building is named Lou, but it can actually be regarded as a separate palace. The staff and maids in the building frequently come in and out in sequence.

Whether it is about literary talent or character rank, Fan Zheng's position is appropriate, and it is not insulting.

No wonder they are still willing to come out to be arty in the cold weather, just relying on the warm copper foot stove at their feet, why are they afraid of the cold wind?
There is an antique soup on each small table, but there is only soup without meat.

Guys bring in the sheep one after another, and all refined scholars designate the parts they want, and then the guys pull down to slaughter and divide them. This kind of style has an elegant name, passing the hall sheep.

Fan Zheng doesn't have any special hobbies, but tenderloin is his biggest hobby.

Fortunately, people at this time have weird tastes, and it’s normal to like to eat meat. I understand that I like to eat sheep’s tail, and I’m not even surprised to eat sheep’s eyeballs.

Except for the really down and out, no one eats neck meat.

Eating an antique mutton soup that was so thin that the light could see through, Fan Zheng followed the trend and complimented Li Tai a few words, and devoured the tenderloin.

Don't blame Fan Zheng for being greedy, it's mainly because of the standard of living in Dunhuafang, basically pork, chicken, etc. Fan Laoshi is not willing to buy lamb, which is a relatively luxurious ingredient.

If you really want to eat it every day, then so be it.

The scattered snowflakes flew into the reeds in the shallow water of Qujiang Pond, adding a trace of chill between the heaven and the earth.

I don't know who suggested it. It is suggested that each person compose a poem and describe the scenery on the spot.

Fan Zheng shook his head slightly, can't you eat your mutton well, why did you get angry after not eating much mutton?
As expected, although hundreds of poems have been released one after another, the level...

It can only be said that the level of poetry in the Tang Dynasty is high, but they are not the ones who are high.

I don't know who, looking at Fan Zheng who was eating so much, felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, and asked by name: "That brother who doesn't care about poems, would you like to give me a poem?"

Li Tai glanced at Fan Zheng in surprise, his face was unfamiliar.

The Wei Wangfu literature from the sixth grade next to him hurriedly introduced: "Your Majesty has specially confessed to the General Sergeant Fan Zheng who has been invited."

Li Tai was a little surprised that he was so young!

Oops, do you want to rescue him?

Fan Zheng placed the chopsticks: "Poetry, written with emotion, small way, can't rule the country at the top, and can't cure hunger at the bottom. Although Fan hasn't read much, he can still make a few nonsense."

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces..."

There was laughter in the Ziyun Building. Repeating numbers like this can also be called poetry?
Annoyance flashed across Li Tai's eyes, he should have stepped forward in time to prevent Fan Zheng from replying.

Fan Zheng raised his bottle, took a sip of the autumn wine, and spoke slowly.

"Flying into the reed (plum) flowers are gone."

The last sentence, just like the finishing touch, brings up the first three sentences that are useless, and it is especially appropriate for the situation.

Don't be fooled by those unreliable rumors. This poem was not written by the so-called Shiquan old man Qianlong. ".

"Good poetry! Jiang Shilang has a good literary talent!"

Li Tai admired.

Poetry is good or bad, and no one can criticize it at all, and you can tell the difference with just one ear.

Fan Zheng's poems, even if they are not the top ones, are still number one today.

Fan Zheng got up and crossed his hands: "Thank you for your praise, and thank you for giving a thousand volumes of books to Dunhua Fangxue."

To reciprocate, Li Taishi really donated the book, and he should make a good name for him.

Do good deeds, why do people still have to hide them, as if they are shameful?

Li Tai proudly waved his fat palms: "Not to mention, when I think of the children in Dunhuafang reading the "Thousand Characters", "Cangjie Chapter" and "Jijiu Chapter" sent by me Very comfortable."

Fan Zheng added: "Your Majesty forgot about my sister."

Li Tai smiled even more comfortably.

well!
(End of this chapter)