Chapter 24 The First Chant

Fan Jian sighed, knowing that this teenager in front of him was the same as his mother, both were characters that could not be persuaded, the color of pity and tenderness in his eyes grew, and he said softly, “This time the matter of the marriage between the two families, the real driver is not our Fan family, nor is it the Chancellor’s mansion, since it involves a lot of things, the matter is a bit complicated, since you are bent on meeting the girl, then you yourself want to think of a way to go, it’s not good for me to step in.”

Fan Xian made a bow and responded, “As long as father agrees, I will naturally think of a way on how to go and meet her.” Thinking of the words he had heard earlier, he had some small doubts in his mind and asked, “What if Lord Chancellor firmly disagrees with the marriage?”

Sinan Bo sneered, “As I said, there is great power behind this matter, and there is no way for him to disagree …… You must not forget that that Lin family lady has not actually reverted to the Lin family, and her immediate status is still that of His Majesty’s rightful daughter, the county princess of the palace.”

The weather in April and May, Fan Xian is like being drenched with a big bucket of ice water from the head to the feet, that is called a cold ah – he only realized until now, his own marriage because it involves His Majesty’s decision to the Emperor will be that a large amount of property in the future by whom to take care of, so not at all like the surface of the so simple, behind the scenes of the real decision maker, even hidden in the heavy deep palace! The real decision maker behind the scenes is actually a certain big shot hidden in the deep palace.

I just don’t know whether it’s the Empress Dowager or the Emperor.

“Why did the Chancellor object?” He asked with a frown.

Sinanbo took a sip of tea and frowned, seemingly disliking that today’s tea was brewed a bit bitterly, and used the tip of his tongue against his astringent teeth to say vaguely, “Didn’t we talk about this last time?”

Fan Xian smiled slightly, directly pointing out his father’s speech disorder, “Last time you said that the Chancellor was afraid that His Majesty would suspect if there was something hidden behind his marriage to the Fan family, but the truth is, since the marriage was nodded by the palace, what else was he afraid of?”

Fan Jian was momentarily speechless, and only after half a day did he slow down, smiled, rested his teacup on the table, and said, “Well, to tell you the truth, it’s actually the Eldest Princess who is unwilling to marry her daughter to you.”

Fan Xian was stunned, thinking, “What is this? What’s the point of all this? People’s parents don’t want to marry, so what’s the point of getting together for this? He might as well throw away his hand and beg for a clean slate, and go beg for the white girl from the noble family. Want to be like this, but know that this can not be said, alone in the case of the Princess and the Prime Minister are opposed to the situation, my father can still talk to a big man in the palace, forcing the marriage, you can imagine, in the process, the Fan family used how many hidden in the shadows of the force.

“Why is the eldest princess unwilling again?” He asked curiously, thinking in his heart, “That Miss Lin’s family origin is not much different from me, everyone Confucius to Dumas, are illegitimate, what high profile?”

“This is an anomaly, his majesty cherishes that county princess, even more than the princess to love some. Once drunkenly and unintentionally mentioned that if the county princess got married, she would want the eldest princess to delegate the power in her hands to the county princess’s future extra horse harnessed by the side of a team, lest the royal bloodline how how in the future.” Sinan Bo gently stroked the four-inch beard under his jaw, seemingly in a good mood.

Fan Xian sighed as he spread his hands, “So that’s how it is, it seems that this eldest princess is also a person who prefers power. Back then, I don’t know why she didn’t marry the prime minister, but wouldn’t she have been happier raising her children and holding her grandchildren?”

Sinan Bo sneered, “This is ultimately the word love that harms people. Back then, if the princess married Lin Ruofu, Lin Ruofu would have been noble, but he would not have been able to show what he had learned in his chest, and how could he have become the head of the hundred officials like he is today, with unlimited splendor.”

Fan Xian frowned, then remembered, but all extra horse harnessed by the side of a team, can not enter the dynasty as an official, just empty title.

“If you marry that Lin family lady, even though she, the county lord, is only called in the palace and not on the imperial register, your career path, I’m afraid, will only have some problems.” Sinanbo looked at him and frowned, thinking that he was worried about this, so he simply said it explicitly.

Fan Xian stood up and smiled, “Let’s talk about it.”

“Also, next year’s grand competition, you’ll have to start warming up your books in a few days.”

Fan Xian thought to himself could it be that he was really going to take the imperial examinations and compete with those Fan Jins for food? He smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Next, Si Nan Bo told him that the next day, the January Poetry Society at the King of Jing County’s Mansion was going to start again, and asked Fan Xian to make some preparations. When this sentence fell on Fan Xian’s ears, it wasn’t as scary as asking himself to go to the Eight Units, but thinking that he might be forced to fabricate a few more Old Xin, Old Su, Old Li, and Old Du, who sold private salt, gave Fan Xian a bit of a headache as well.

Fan Jian looked at him and smiled and said, “I know that you have poetic talent, and on certain occasions, there is no need to hide your sharpness too much, and although there are people in the palace who are helping with this marriage, if you can gain some reputation in the Kyoto literary scene, the Eldest Princess may also be a little more willing to marry her daughter there.”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and answered down, knowing that the letter he gave to his sister in the past, it seems that the old man in front of him peeped through, that he wrote the Dream of Red Mansions, naturally, did not hide from him, just to see that his father actually has been holding back until now to point out in the dark, can not help but secretly admire each other’s forbearance of the old and spicy temperament.

There is no Sunday in this era, even if you work, there is no God will take a knife to split you. The same reason can be proved, this era also does not have week one, two, three, four or even five, in short, there is no working day and rest day of the obvious difference.

In short, there is no clear distinction between working days and rest days. Shops are open every day, ministries operate every day, and it is said that even His Majesty the Emperor does not stop for a day to grade documents. But for the children of the high and mighty clans that can be found everywhere in Kyoto, the only thing they can do every day is to play.

After the great war sixteen years ago, Northern Wei was divided, it was hard to rise from weakness, the western barbarians were far away, only a thousand hu horses were grazing there in the Yin Mountains, His Majesty the Emperor gave an order and let the eldest prince lead a hundred thousand troops to run to the western frontier to expand the border, this is also play.

In fact, the martial arts style of Qing was quite prevalent, but after His Majesty the Emperor got tired of fighting, he suddenly became fond of reciting poems and compositions. If the upper class likes something, the lower class will follow suit. Other high-class family children, most did not do anything, and not qualified to play with the military, the good thing is that they have to prepare for the imperial examinations into the body, you can play the elegant, play with those peddlers to pull away from the level, to read, and to solve the book, to read poetry, but also to write poetry.

So now the most popular in Kyoto is not the duel between martial arts masters, but the so-called poetry meeting.