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Chapter 53 A Familiar Poem (Part [-])
Let's say that Fan Xian came to the Procuratorate after having a dinner together, to retrieve Teng Zijing's documents, and the document in charge of the archives was none other than Wang Qinian.

After a period of superb acting, Wang Qinian finally fooled Fan Xian into waiting until tomorrow, saying that it would be troublesome to find too many T-shaped scrolls, and sent him to the mansion tomorrow.

But deliberately left a loophole, when Fan Xian mentioned the Ding Zi No. [-] document, he knew that it was written by Teng Zijing.

Have you visited the library?

Librarian, since you can tell the bibliography of the book, how could you not find where the book is at that time?
But Fan Xian didn't expect this, he only wanted to meet Wan'er tomorrow.

Teng Zijing was supposed to be burning with anxiety, worried about the whereabouts of his wife and children, but when he heard what Fan Xian said, he nodded.

Ridiculous, if it takes so long to search for documents, then the Procuratorate can close its doors.

The so-called information is time-sensitive, and the most important thing is to race against time, so it doesn't take so long.

"Alas—" Ye Cao sighed, this apprentice is really difficult to lead.

Forget it, just bear it for Xiao Yezi's sake.

"Make arrangements, I will also go to the poetry meeting tomorrow." Ye Cao said.

"Yes, are you real, or disguised?" Yiye asked.

"Disguise yourself, so you don't have to worry about it." Yecao looks so beautiful, if some young master takes a fancy to it, it will be a big deal.

There was no need to kill someone to take his place, this trivial matter was arranged by Yotsuba.

Arranging an identity is easier than killing people.Tomorrow there will be many people participating in the poetry meeting, and there will be many people pretending to be fake. If he is not eye-catching, no one will remember him.

The poetry meeting was held as scheduled, and Fan Xian also put on the clothes Ye Cao had prepared for him. It could be said that he was going out in full attire, since he was going to meet his wife after all.

It has to be said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and Fan Xian's little clothes are well-dressed and handsome, and in terms of appearance alone, those literati are all compared to him.

Teng Zijing followed Fan Xian to the poetry meeting as Fan Xian's bodyguard.

"Your Highness, we don't have enough seats," said the servant in a low voice to Prince Jing.

"You're bothering me with such a small matter?" Prince Jing said displeasedly, as there are not enough seats, just add more.

"His Royal Highness, look there." Prince Jing looked in the direction of the servant's finger, and saw a strange scene.

The number of participants can be said to have reached the highest in history, that's all, the number of talented women attending the meeting was more than three times that of usual.

They all came for Fan Xian.After thinking about it, I was right, that martial idiot Ye Linger had come to participate, and those ladies from all over the world would squeeze their heads out of their heads when they heard that Mr. Cao was coming to the poetry meeting.

The purpose of the poetry club is to attract talents, the more people the better, so even if it is a poetry club in the palace, the censorship will not be too strict, as long as there are invitations, no matter how many people you bring.

This thing is like a bar, if there are more girls, there will be more boys.

It doesn't matter whether you can write poetry or not, the important thing is to look at girls openly and aboveboard. This can be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Well, this poem will change, even if it won't become Fan Xian's fan meeting, it will become a blind date meeting.

It is conceivable that the boys will spread their tails like peacocks to show off their beauty, beauty, talent, and beauty.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince, is the Red Mansion really that beautiful?" Li Hongcheng couldn't help turning his head and asked the Second Prince who was watching "The Red Mansion".

"A wonderful book." The second prince gave a four-character comment. He couldn't put it down for this Red Mansion.

"Change the meeting place to the garden, hurry up and get ready." Li Hongcheng gave an order, and a large group of people in the mansion started to move, moving the tables, chairs and benches to the garden one after another, and he himself came out to appease.

"Hahaha, thank you for coming to today's poetry meeting..." Li Hongcheng wanted to exchange some pleasantries, but someone in the crowd asked, "His Royal Highness, when is Mr. Cao coming?"

"Yes, Mr. Cao."

"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone, be safe and don't be impatient." Li Hongcheng said that he was very hurt in his heart. After all, I am also the son of the royal family, so I can't be more popular than Fan Xian?
At this time, Ye Cao had already disguised herself in the crowd, and Yi Ye was on her side, looking at a place from an inconspicuous corner.

That place Ye Linger was talking and laughing with a woman.Although the woman also laughed, she didn't dare to be as reckless as her, she always kept it back, coughed a few times from time to time, and most of the time she looked at her gently and said.

"My lord, that is Lin Wan'er." Yi Ye said.

"Well, the real person is three points more beautiful than the painting." Ye Cao nodded, if she could live a good life with Fan Xian, it would be a good relationship.

"Mr. Cao (Mr. Fan) is here."

All of a sudden, the crowd was in a commotion and rushed towards the door one after another.

At first, the female fans walked, followed by the male peacocks. Lin Waner hesitated a little, but Ye Linger dragged her away.

"Let's go to greet Fan Xian too." In order not to appear abrupt, Ye Cao had no choice but to go to the door with Yi Ye to greet Fan Xian.

"I'll go." As soon as Fan Xian got out of the carriage, he shrank back in shock from the scene.

"Mr. Cao!"

"Young Master Fan!"

After calling and calling, Fan Xian finally did not come out.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Fan Ruoruo asked, didn't my brother look forward to this poetry meeting, looking forward to it all night?I got up early in the morning to dress up, how did I get back to the carriage when I reached the door?

"I'm afraid of sachets."

The fan meeting at the gate of the city is still vivid in his memory, it was really not a good experience, he doesn't want to be smashed for another round of sachets.

"Leave it to my sister." Fan Ruoruo confidently got out of the carriage, and with a few words of "superior" status in the Kyoto otaku circle, persuaded the fans to be more reserved today and not to throw sachets.

Only then did Fan Xian get out of the carriage.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw Ye Ling'er who was dressed in red, and then saw Lin Wan'er beside her. For a moment, the two looked at each other with affection.

"Brother, put it away, there are so many people watching."

Only then did Fan Xian wake up, and surrounded by a crowd, he went to the poetry meeting venue.

"Wan'er, what's wrong with you?" Wan'er was still staring blankly at Fan Xian's back, Ling'er couldn't help asking.

"Is he Fan Xian?"

"Yes what's the matter."

"No, very good." Wan'er smiled sweetly.

It turned out that he was Fan Xian, and Fan Xian was him.Does God feel that he owes me too much, so he compensates me?

Just my body...

There was nothing much to say about this poetry meeting, it was entirely Fan Xian's personal performance.

No matter how good the young masters and literati are, they only have Mr. Cao and Mr. Fan in their eyes.

Poor Guo Baokun came to participate in the poetry meeting with the idea of ​​knocking him out of the literary world, but Ye Linger stared at him at the poetry meeting, and dared not say a word.

Wow, Mr. Cao is so handsome.

Wow, Mr. Cao speaks very well.

Wow, Mr. Cao's handwriting is so beautiful.

Wow, Mr. Cao's seven-character quatrains - really good.

The sky was scorching and the ape wailed, and Zhu Qingsha and white birds flew back.

The endless fall of the trees, the endless Yangtze River rolling in.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Hard hatred Fanshuang temples, knocked down the new cup of turbidity.

After reading it, Ye Cao said, "It's a very familiar poem."

Then he is not familiar with it. When he saw the old emperor of Northern Qi for the first time, he said the last two sentences to describe the old emperor at that time.

Pretend to be an apprentice, so that the apprentice has nothing to pretend to be, hee hee.

　Add more for the reward, thank you everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)