Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan Xian looked around and found that there was no one left or right, so he simply found a stone and sat down. He took the kettle that the old flower farmer handed over. He did not abandon it. He drank a few mouthfuls and chatted with him about planting flowers and plants. . He basically didn't know anything about this, so he listened to the explanation of Huanong's eyebrow dance, but it was fresh, but he listened too much, and he was a little tired. He wanted to leave, but thought of the more annoying poetry, or sighed. .

Hearing this son's brother sighed, the flower farmer curiously asked: "How is the son not happy?"

"Wangfu poetry meeting, very boring." Fan Xian blinked at him, thinking that the other party is just a servant, certainly not interested in the poetry.

Sure enough, the flower farmer is very serious and nodded: "The poems are right, they are all done by idle talents, and they can't change bowls to eat. It's really stupid pigs."

Fan is a leisurely, I wonder if this is not to break into myself? Immediately, my heart laughed and laughed: "It is indeed a stupid pig." He finally wants to understand certain things, and the poems are not waved.

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After the poetry was scattered, each of them went home or swayed home. As for what happened later, it was not until the next day that they spread throughout Kyoto.

On the evening of the same day, the Jingwangfu daily banquet, Shizi was prepared to go to the drunken fairy house, and the old butler was invited back. Some uncomfortable sitting at the dinner table, waiting for the father and the teacher with his sister.

Jing Wang, sitting at the table, was a real flower farmer who spent half a day chatting in the nursery in the afternoon. He looked at the son who had been arrogant underneath. He didn't know where to come from, and said: "You stupid pig! I will only go to those places every day!"

Shikoh Lee Hyo-sung knows that the word "stupid pig" is the father's mantra, and he is not angry. He smiled and said: "What is the father's anger today?"

Jing Wangye snorted and did not continue to attack. He asked: "What poetry did you open today?"

Li Hongcheng’s sigh, the bitter smile echoed, he knew that his father did not like these literati, but he had to draw the Jing Chinese for the second emperor. These things always need to be done. To his surprise, Jing Wang was not angry. Instead, he was interested in asking: "There is a kid who came to the poetry today, wearing a light chestnut single, who is that kid?"

Li Hongcheng thought that the people who came today are so mixed, I remember how much I live.

Jing Wang frowned and seemed to be thinking about the characteristics of the man. After a long time, he said: "The kid is very beautiful, like a girl."

Li Hongcheng smiled and knew who his father was talking about. He quickly replied: "What you said must be the one in Fan."

When Jing Wang’s eyebrows were picked, he showed a few fierce temperament and violently said: “What? You said that he is the son of Fan Jian in Zhangzhou? I am doing his mother’s, and Fan Jian’s appearance is also dare to live. Such a beautiful son!"

The head of the soft-street county listened to the father's violent swearing, and his face was red and shameful, but she was also very interested. If the sister had always been the man who was the teacher, what kind of person was it. Li Hongcheng looked at his father with some anger. He thought that fortunately, there was no next person, but after thinking about it, people should have been used to the mouth of Jing Wang. They quickly asked: "What did the father ask the teenager?"

"What?" Jing Wang screamed twice. After he bumped into the vanity of his identity in the afternoon, he felt that the other side was good, but he couldn’t remember it. Because Fan Fan hated the poetry, he could listen to him. For a long time, I was most proud of my art, so I liked the kid. But he did not expect that the beautiful boy, turned out to be Fan Jian’s son, and his heart burst into flames and continued to teach: “You have to learn that... what is his name?”

"Fan leisure."

"Learning that fan, don't look at his birth, but his eyes are still very good." Jing Wang sighed and looked at his son, and taught: "Fan leisure, this person can talk to a flower farmer for a long time, You are too self-respecting, and knowing that you are self-satisfied is really not suitable for the things you are doing now."

Shikoh Lee Hyo-sung knows that he has made good things with the two emperors. Of course, he is not loyal and violent, but he is a shrewd father. After the meal, Shizi was preparing to go back to study in the study, so that the father would be happy in his heart. It was expected that Jing Wang would be awkward and said: "Are you not going to drunk Xianju?"

Drunken Xianju is not a restaurant, but a brothel. The difference between the words is a world of difference. The heart of the child is tight, and he dares not to dare. Jing Wangye stared at his eyes and said: "Men's husband, want to go, don't be so responsible." After saying this, he called people to kick him out.

Li Hongcheng did not sit in the seat of the drunken dwelling house, holding Yuan Dream girl, the hottest Qing Dynasty in Kyoto. He still thought about it coldly, why the father Wang suddenly changed his **** today.

In the middle of the Jingwang House in the middle of the night, Jing Wangye sipped his drink and screamed: "The dog-day guilty, when I liked the brothel, I actually gave birth to such a beautiful kind. I also let my son go to soak, and I will hold it in the future. A beautiful grandson."

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The family affairs of Jing Wang’s forced son ** are not mentioned for the time being. First, after the poetry will be scattered, the plucked into the sedan chair early, and Fujiko and several guards will be in one place. After the poetry was scattered, everyone talked about the poem of Fan’s son. When they saw Fan’s sedan chair, some scholars came up to bid farewell to him. Fan Xian quickly hurried down, smiled and sent away, and told the escorts If you send it back to the government.

Fan Ruouo nodded to him before he got on the sedan. Fan Xian knew that the matter had been arranged properly, and when the spirit rose, he began to arrange the evening.

"Guo Baokun must have lived in Shangshufu, and he has to enter the palace once every three days. It is called a compilation, and it is actually a prince."

Fan leisure frowned: "How old is the Prince this year, but also accompanying?"

"The Prince is a queen, and he ranks third among the emperors. He is eighteen this year."

Fan Xian laughed and said: "An 18-year-old adult is still going to read what to do."

Fujiko said with a smile: "It’s just fun, so find someone to play with bravery."

“Don't the emperor care?”

"This...the villain is not clear."

After the incident on the restaurant in the past few days, Fan Xian worried that Guo Baokun would not be able to swallow his heart and sulking. He would have something to do with it, so he told Tengzijing to inquire about it and also figured out the places where Guo Baokun often went. The route to go home.

On the top of the poetry today, the little man who surnamed Guo’s words was stabbed, and Fan’s temperament was good, and he could only keep his face smiling, and his heart was still very annoyed. It was only at this time that he wanted to understand that he had asked Fujiko to investigate the things. He was prepared to bully Guo Xiaofu, but he was not worried about being bullied by Guo Xiaofufu.

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