Chapter 31: Drunkenness has the intention to enter the palace early

This night is destined to be an unusual night.

Fan Xian chatted with the Poetry Immortal Madness, a generation of great Zhuang Mo Han retired in disgrace, His Majesty made it clear that he wanted to cultivate the Fan family’s eldest son, and the position of the Crown Prince was secure. There was so much information this night that both the mission from Dongyi City and the ministers of various ministries, after returning to their homes, all discussed what they had seen with their own handlers or fellow travelers. But what shocked everyone to no end, and what was discussed the most, of course, was the performance of the Eighth Grade Conciliator Fan Xian in front of the temple tonight.

In the end, they came to a common conclusion that young Lord Fan was indeed a poetry immortal.

Some people wondered if Fan Xian had composed so many poems over the years, and then went berserk in one night. After all, these poems were written in different situations and with different emotions, so if they could be written naturally in one night while wandering through such different and intense emotions, I’m afraid the poet would have gone crazy.

However, no matter what kind, everyone still thought that Fan Xian was not a normal person. Nonsense, what kind of normal person can hold out so many good poems like cabbages, even if he is not afraid of getting tired, you still have to be able to grow them.

All in all, in the world close to the world of Qingguo, a series of beautiful, exciting or gloomy literary masterpieces have landed, either unwillingly or willingly, in the mouth of Fan Xian, and have since become a part of the spirit of the world that is no longer separable from it.

The people’s uncertainties in those poems were all dismissed as the slurred speech of young Lord Fan after he had drunk too much, and they were prepared to wait for him to sober up and ask for careful instruction. As to whether Fan Xian will be forced to write a general history of China and the Four Great Masterpieces, or whether he will be forced to write his own book to avoid trouble, that’s all a story for another day.

Back to the Fan House on the carriage, Fan Xian is still in a deep sleep, and later to see the good people to him to calculate, that night above the Palace Banquet, he wrote a poem how much to put aside, that is, the imperial wine also drank a full nine pounds. So when his poetry is destined to intoxicate the world of many scholars, he himself has been drunk and unconscious.

He was carried out of the palace by eunuchs from under the feet of His Majesty the Emperor, reeking of alcohol and full of complaints and speechlessness. Thanks to this, he didn’t pass out in the midst of the crowd looking at the gods.

On the Fan’s carriage, the palace eunuchs carefully instructed the Fan’s subordinates to take good care of their masters, those bosses have spoken, the master’s head is the treasure of the Kingdom of Qing, but do not dare to upside down.

The car to the Fan House, the well-informed Fan House people have long known their own young master in front of the temple took a great honor, slapped Zhuang Mo Han a great slap, the whole family with honor. The attendant cheerfully carried him off the carriage, Liu personally opened the way, sent him into the bedroom, and then personally down to the kitchen to cook sobering soup. Worried that the maid was not attentive enough, Fan Ruo Ruo carefully wrung a towel and moistened his somewhat dry lips.

Woken up by the noise, Fan Si Zhe rubbed his sore eyes and looked at his elder brother, who was drunk to the point of unconsciousness, with jealousy and admiration. Sinan Bo Fan Jian was in his study with a pen and a smile, the old wistful look, even the subordinate who was not versed in writing could read these four words on his lordship’s face, he thought to himself what should be good to write in the folding to His Majesty? It was estimated that His Majesty should not be surprised by what happened to Fan Xian, after all, he was the child of a Heavenly Pulsemaker.

The night gradually deepened, and after a while of excitement, everyone gradually dispersed, not daring to disturb Fan Xian’s drunken dreams, but at this time, he violently opened his eyes, and said to his sister, who was guarding the side of the bed, “In the belt, light green-colored pills.”

Seeing him awake, Ruo Ruo was too busy to ask, and hurriedly walked over to touch the pill from his belt and carefully fed it to him to swallow.

Fan Xian closed his eyes for a long time, slowly exercising his true qi, and realized that this pill to relieve alcohol really had a miraculous effect, and there was no longer the slightest difficulty between his chest and armpits, and there was not a trace of drunkenness in his brain. Of course, he is not really drunk, otherwise first before the hall on the “recitation”, if not paying attention to the original author of those poems are read out, that is really wonderful.

“I’m worried about whether someone will come to see me in the middle of the night, after all, I should be drunk in my current state.” Fan Xian frowned at the thought as he put on his night clothes with his sister’s help, his eyes were clear, in fact, he hadn’t been that drunk earlier in the palace.

“I don’t think so, I’ve instructed that I’ll personally take care of you this night.” Fan Ruo Ruo knew what he was going to do and couldn’t help but be a little worried.

“Will Liu ……,” Fan Xian frowned, “come and take care of me?”

“I’ll watch from here, no one should come in.” Fan Ruo Ruo looked worriedly into his eyes and whispered, “But brother had better hurry.”

Fan Xian touched the dagger on the bottom of his boot, the three fine needles in his hair, and the pills on his waist to make sure he was fully equipped, and nodded, “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

From the back of the mansion around to the mansion where the big wedding was prepared, he had already put on his night clothes at this time, under the cover of darkness it was extremely difficult to be discovered, only when he moved, the flow of black light brought about by his body’s rapid movement gave birth to some ghostly sensations. Drilling out from under the prepared courtyard wall, there was already a carriage parked there.

Fan Xian’s eyebrows that were exposed outside the black scarf frowned slightly, although there was no curfew in the capital, the streets were still tightly regulated at night, and the City Patrol Department had been overhauled extremely poorly after the incident on Oxley Street, so it was now guarded with extra seriousness. So he temporarily gave up the idea of using a carriage as a substitute for walking, and with a shake of his body, his true qi was transported to his entire body, and he immediately accelerated, and disappeared into the darkness of the night in Kyoto.

Fanfu was not far from the imperial officials, not long after, Fan Xian had already touched the foot of the western side of the imperial city root, that was the place where the palace chores met the inner city, usually it was a bit lively, but now that it was already night time, it had also become quiet. Borrowing the cover of the short trees, he half lowered his body and leapt to the side of the Jade Belt River, hooking his left hand on the stone fence along the river, the whole person moved forward like a wombat.

The lights ahead were somewhat bright, but the river looked dark. Fan Xian didn’t dare to be careless, relying on the unceasing source of overbearing true qi in his body, he half-closed his breath and carefully moved his body.

I don’t know how long it took, but he finally bypassed the two arched bridges and came to the quiet woods on the side of the palace. Fan Xian slightly relaxed a bit, opened his mouth and breathed a bit sharply twice, feeling that his body had gradually become exuberant, as if this kind of dangerous activity made him enjoy himself very much.

The palace wall next to this forest was five feet high, the wall surface was smooth and incomparable, and there was not a single place where one could land. The strongest martial artists in the world had no way to leap over it. Of course, for the few people who had already advanced to the level of Grandmaster, whether this high wall could work or not was still to be tested in practice.

Fan Xian was not one of the four great patriarchs, but he had some other methods, the vermillion wall skin in front of him looked a little blue in the darkness of the night, he swept from the woods to the wall like a shadow sticking to the ground, found a shadowy dead end where the palace lamps couldn’t illuminate, forcibly calmed his mind, sat down on his knees, and slowly converted the overbearing true qi within his body into warm filaments of qi through the Great Snowy Mountain to regulate the condition of his body.

Deep in the palace, not far from the Hall of Contained Light, Hong four itch quietly sitting in his room, the empress dowager today is not very good health, listen to the emperor told some funny things on today’s court banquet, to be heard that Zhuang Mo Han was actually Fan Xian angry spit out blood, the empress dowager can not help but laugh, but somehow, seems to have some old people connected to the sadness, so early to sleep.

Hong four itch in this palace has stayed for dozens of years, the little eunuchs do not know exactly how old he is, estimated how to have a seventy or eighty years old? Anyway, now Hong four itch in the palace’s only job is to accompany the Empress Dowager to talk. He stayed here from the founding of the Qing dynasty, when he was young, he liked to go out of the palace to stroll around, and so after the old man realized that the original palace and the palace is not really any difference.

Hong Si Itchy flicked a peanut, sent to his mouth puffing and chewing, and then brought a small cup of wine, enjoying a sip. The oil lamp on the table is dim, this old eunuch thought of the Fan family’s son today in the hall of wine crazy, the corner of the lips can not help but bloom a smile, even if it is a eunuch, we are also the eunuchs of the Kingdom of Qing, can let the people of Northern Qi eat a defeat, Eunuch Hong in a good mood.

On the other side of the palace, His Majesty’s study is lit with bright candles, naturally much brighter than the eunuchs’ rooms. This emperor is a diligent and loving bright ruler, so from time to time in the night to review the sangha, the eunuchs have long been accustomed to, just with warm water to raise the night snacks, at any time to wait for the summons.

Today, after the banquet in front of the temple is already late at night, but the emperor is still diligent, sitting at the table, holding a brush in his hand, the tip of the brush is stained with bright red, like a knife that kills without sound. Suddenly, the tip of his pen hovered above the zhangzhang and stopped, his brows gradually wrinkled.

The pen eunuch on the side said with small intention, “Is your majesty tired, or else take a break first?”

The emperor laughed and scolded, “Tonight in the temple, could it be that you have not broken your hand copying poems.”

The eunuch pursed his lips and smiled, saying, “The national dynasty has poetry talent, and I can’t wait to copy like this every day.”

The emperor smiled, did not continue to say anything, only occasionally raised his head and looked out the window, always felt that there was something strange there in the darkness of the night.

The palace is very large, the summer night of the palace is very quiet, the palace maids half closed their eyes sleepy, but do not dare to go to sleep for a moment. The guards are carefully guarded in the outer city, the inner palace is a peaceful feeling.

In the corner of the wall, beside that square of rockery, Five Bamboos, wearing a brand new slightly brown garment, dissolved into the night color, and the only eyes that might be perceptible were covered by that black cloth. His entire body seemed to have turned into an existence extremely similar to the dead things around him with the help of some kind of gong method.

His breathing and heartbeat had slowed to an extreme, moving in an extremely coordinated manner with the gentle night breeze around him. Even if someone walked past him, if they didn’t deliberately look that way, it would probably be very difficult to discover his existence.

Five Bamboo “watched” the light in the emperor’s study for an unknown period of time, then he slowly lowered his head, put on his black hood, and silently walked in another direction of the palace. His walking route is very skillful to avoid the light, by the terrain and walk, according to the grass and flowers, into the mountain without trace, no sound, like a ghost like a horror, like a leisurely walk in the tightly guarded inner palace.