Chapter 56 – There are many bulls with the surname Fan

At the same time, both the Emperor and Haitang looked at Fan Xian with a very surprised look. The Emperor had only asked a casual question, but unexpectedly, Fan Xian had answered with the words “Unity of Heaven and Man”, which inevitably shocked these two top figures of Qi. It must be known that the Bitter Lotus school of the four great masters in the world was concerned with the unity of heaven and man, and the Tao of nature, but this wonderful skill had never been passed on to outsiders, and at this time it was actually casually spoken by Fan Xian through the narration of the scene, which was really a bit shocking.

Haitang’s serene and bright eyes stared at Fan Xian’s cheeks, seemingly wanting to see clearly whether this world-famous poet had gotten it by chance, or whether he had truly seen some truth through the scenery of the palace.

Fan Xian, however, had no such self-consciousness; the so-called “unity of heaven and man” was a topic that had already been taught in his philosophy class in his distant memory, and he had casually uttered it without thinking that it would make the others so horrified. At this moment, looking at the emperor and Haitang’s thoughtful expression, he could not help but be puzzled, asked: “Foreign minister but where is it wrong?”

The emperor laughed, “Extremely, extremely, where is it wrong? Fan Xian, you are truly worthy of being a generation of poetry immortals, the words you casually say are actually alluding to the supreme truth, marvelous, marvelous, marvelous.” The emperor smiled faintly, glanced at Haitang, and said, “What does young mistress think of Mr. Fan’s words?”

Haitang said with a salute, “Duke Fan’s description of reasoning in terms of scenery can be described as a generalist.”

The three of them casually chatted for a few more sentences, and then covered up the matter. The emperor suddenly frowned and said: “here mountain pavilion, I also stayed for quite a long time last month, when the tree in the pavilion, the moon in the clouds, I am in the flowing water, surrounded by the breeze, the feeling of incomparable pleasure, all forgotten the troubles of the world, so these days I often come here to stop, but can no longer find that feeling, I do not know why.”

Haitang suddenly showed a solemn face. Said: “Your Majesty is the Lord of Qi, and all the people of the world have the same heart, this earthly trouble already exists. If you are forced to forget, it is already reluctant, not to mention the fact that Your Majesty is in charge of the safety and security of the world, and Your Majesty’s heart is about the well-being of all the people, so how can you try to have a moment’s pleasure. How can you forget the troubles of the world? Your Majesty should always keep in mind that the people of the world are in dire straits, and take the troubles of the people as your own, and only then should a generation of emperors be obsessed with the idea.”

The emperor was awe-inspired and rose to salute, “Thank you for your guidance, young mistress.”

Fan Xian watched blandly from the sidelines, and was somewhat surprised to find that the emperor was really showing a look of being taught. It seemed that this Haitang, who had once been tossed around by himself, was actually in such a lofty position in Qi, but he could not help but be a bit unimpressed by this statement from Haitang, and although it did not show on his face, a hint of a smile flashed across the pupils of his eyes.

But how could this hint of change escape the eyes of a Ninth Grade Upper Powerhouse?

“What does Lord Fan think differently?” Amazingly enough, there was no flavor of hostility or vitriol in Haitang’s question, but more like a normal inquiry. Beiqi was good at debating the art of establishing learning to help the world, so from the perspective of accommodating other opinions alone, it was a better culture than that of Qing.

Fan Xian slightly frowned, then smiled and said: ”Worrying about the world first and enjoying the world afterward is naturally the concept that an emperor and a subject should uphold. Just according to what Miss Haitang said, day and night can not forget the suffering of the people in the world, although his majesty can be this vigilant, unremitting political affairs, for the benefit of the people, but for a long time, not inevitably will be too tired. If your spirit is not good, you will not be able to do anything well even if you have a lot of wishes. Therefore, the foreign minister thought that when you can forget your worries, you must forget them completely, as the saying goes, the world is always worried, but the Son of Heaven cannot always be worried.”

This explanation of his was unconvincing, but the beauty was in the first two sentences, Haitang’s eyes shone brighter after listening to these two sentences, and didn’t even bother to listen to what he said afterward, just slowly chewing on the flavor of it.

His Majesty the Emperor even clapped his hands and shouted: “A good sentence: worry about the world before the world, and be happy after the world is happy. Fan Qing’s words, really said the loyal way of the subjects, the son of heaven should hold, good! Good! Good!”

The eunuchs and maids around them didn’t quite understand what the emperor was saying, but when they saw that this envoy from the Southern Dynasties was able to make his majesty so happy, they couldn’t help but smile and cast thankful glances at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian laughed and didn’t say anything more, mentally giving a thumbs up to that Benzong drinking rarefied rice buddy from his previous life.

The young emperor had already begun calling Fan Xian as Fan Qing, so naturally, he was able to tell that this Son of Heaven was extremely appreciative of Fan Xian. The emperor left this foreign minister in the palace today, originally there was another important thing to arrange, as for enjoying the scenery, but because of the little nun Haitang was arranged by the empress dowager behind, the emperor is not very convenient to speak with Fan Xian, so deliberately find the topic, but unexpectedly Fan Xian’s response is really some flavor.

The emperor looked at Fan Xian with a smile and said, “Mr. Fan is a rare talent in this world, both in literature and martial arts.”

Fan Xian said he didn’t dare to do so, and Haitang suddenly said, “Then, according to what Mr. Fan said, how should we look at the way of heaven and man?”

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, thinking to himself that he was the least good at the way of esoteric talk, and that previous crop of words was already very bitter, so how could he continue. The emperor smiled faintly, waving his hand to stop Haitang’s questioning, and asked instead, “Then, Mr. Fan thinks, why I can no longer find that night’s refreshing thoughts these days?”

Fan Xian frowned slightly, looked around the pavilion, pointed to the incense and said softly, “Your Majesty, move this incense, and then retreat the people around you, or you can find the feeling of that night.”

The emperor was slightly surprised, according to the eunuchs and palace maid retreated to a place far away and invisible, and removed the incense burned to calm the spirit. A moment later, the wind rose again, blowing away a should be scented, leaving only a light mountain palace clear.

The emperor slowly closed his eyes, after a long time, he showed joy, opened his eyes and said with a smile, “I really have a few feelings.”

Fan Xian smiled and explained, “The incense used in the palace is naturally of the highest quality, but compared to the fragrance of the mountains and forests, there will inevitably be more than a few hints of vulgarity.”

Haitang nodded slightly on the side, seemingly deeply approving of Fan Xian’s statement.

Sitting between the pavilions again, Fan Xian’s doubts deepened. On the second day of his arrival in Shangjing, the young emperor had left himself in the palace, which was greatly out of order. No matter how to say, he is also a foreign minister, and between the two countries although the skin is intact, but the following has been under the hand.

The emperor suddenly sighed softly, “Mr. Fan, do you know why I want to keep you here?”

Fan Xian was slightly flabbergasted, not knowing if the other party could see the doubts in his mind or if it was just a coincidence, he respectfully said, “Please show me, Your Majesty.”

The emperor smiled and said, “The nominal reason is because I like the Half Idle Zhai poetry collection.” He then smiled at Fan Xian and said, “Of course, I do like Jun’s poems very much, it’s just that that Tanya Bookstore sells them extremely expensively, so a year ago, I used to allocate some silver taels from my inner treasury to publish a number of Fan Qing’s poetry collections within Da Qi and send them to various academies around the country, I value them so much, I don’t know how can Fan Qing repay me for this?”

This person was the king of a country, thinking that if he used the silver in his inner treasury to print books for your young poet to make his name known, wouldn’t the other party be moved beyond words?

Where did you expect Fan Xian is actually a bitter face, dawdling half a day before standing up to the emperor salute, but in the heart began to curse the mother, this world really does not have the word piracy, you this Royal Tanyu Book marketing business in the north of this year worse than 30%, seven leaves of the shopkeeper every day pulling out his hair, actually have to Lao Zi the proprietor of the thanks to you.

Haitang suddenly said softly on the side: “Your Majesty, Tanyu Bookstore is the business of Lord Fan’s family, you do, I’m afraid that Lord Fan is not only unable to appreciate, the heart is also slightly rant.”

Fan Xian hurriedly smiled and explained, “Never had such an intention, never had such an intention.”

The emperor gave Fan Xian a slightly surprised look and said, “Fan Qing has been a poet for a generation, why are you still doing business?”

Fan Xian responded with a bitter smile, “It’s always good to earn some pocket money.”

Haitang laughed on the side and said, “The biggest bookstore in the world can actually only earn some pocket money for Mr. Fan.”

The Emperor didn’t know those stories between Little Miss Haitang and Fan Xian outside the town of Misty River, so when he realized that there seemed to be a hidden sword wind between Little Miss and Fan Xian, he couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Little Miss, you and Secretary Fan, can be considered as the young generation of the world’s most reputable figures in the south and the north of the world today. How is it that when we see each other today, we are like children who like to fight.”

Haitang was slightly stunned, and also realized that she seemed to be speaking with some deliberate harshness today, which was very different from her calm nature in the past. Fan Xian smiled and explained, “Perhaps Miss Haitang still thinks that merchants are cheap.” In today’s world, although the importance of commerce had fully manifested itself since the Ye family, and there was no royal family of any country that did not pay attention to this path, on the surface, most people still viewed merchants as a relatively lowly profession.

Unexpectedly, Haitang shook her head slightly and said, “Workers, peasants, merchants and scholars, people in the world do all the things in the world, how can there be a distinction between noble and lowly.”

Fan Xian liked this statement of hers.

It seemed that because the Empress Dowager had asked Haitang to follow her around, the things that the teenage Emperor wanted to say to Fan Xian deep down were never able to be said, and a look of annoyance gradually appeared on the face of the Son of Heaven.

Fan Xian and Haitang exchanged glances, originally thought that this woman would be smart enough to walk away, leaving herself and the emperor some quiet space, who knew that Haitang was actually serene and unchanged, not depending on the emperor’s face.

The emperor suddenly laughed to himself, walked to the side of the pavilion, looked at the foot of the bubbling down the mountain water, sighed: “Fan Xian, this way north, you see my Daqi style how?”

Fan Xian responded in a hushed voice, “Northern Qi is so rich and beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear water, a large land mass, and a peaceful and happy people, that it really makes foreign ministers sigh with admiration.”

The emperor suddenly turned around and looked at Fan Xian with a calm to the extreme, completely unlike a seventeen year old: “Then how do you think this world of mine compares to your Southern Qing?”