MTL - Joy of Life-v2 Chapter 26 Guo Baokun

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Jingyuan Wangfu back garden.

When I think of the two families, Shizi asks for leisure and leisure, and then goes to the guests next to him. After all, there are a few glaring people today.

Fan Xian did not know the undercurrent under the Pingbo today. He walked freely. In the seemingly scattered seat, he found a remote place that suits his own temperament. He sat down and saw a few drinks, and consciously poured a cup. , small mouth squatting.

I saw that there were no white dings around, and the conversation would lead to the scriptures. Fan sighed and sighed, looking up at the sky. Fortunately, the sun is not too poisonous today. Otherwise, this Lao Shizi poetry will not see the beauty, but also listen to the acid words. When it is baked by the sun, it is really necessary to turn into a vinegar and dry chicken.

The gentlemen seem to be sitting casually, and they are actually surrounded by the small square on the grass, so not many people noticed him on the side. Looking at his face by several aristocratic children on the side of him, but the world was personally brought in, so he curiously went forward to meet and set some background.

It’s a good smile, but the words are seamless. Uh, haha, haha, those people still don’t know who this beautiful young man is. They talked a few words and couldn’t help but feel a little boring. Waiting for the opening of the poetry.

It is said that this day is no more than a few days ago, the sun is gentle, the willows are ethereal, and the spring breeze can be vigorously drilled into the collar of the people. The wind of the spring is not so cold, and it is like a small hand like an invisible hand. Very comfortable, it is the great light of sleep. Fan Xianben is not a madman with a wave of shape, so at first he still has a smile, a strong squint, listening to the poems on the field, watching the wine on the table, but by the spring breeze, the sun shines I feel that the poetry is really boring, so I feel that my head is getting dark and I have to sleep.

I only vaguely listened to a few sentences, like "Dream in Leizhou, and come and go. It’s not because the mountain people are asking for a high price, but when they laugh at themselves...", there is also a "glass cup thick, a gourd spring drunken Weng Weng , a gourd wine embossed heavy ... "and "Dong Yi characters are drifting zero, Lai Sisi people are still old..."

Fan Xian secretly licked his own tiger's mouth and made himself awake. Although he didn't like to make poems right, in this occasion, he couldn't reveal the past temperament that he still hadn't cleaned for 16 years, so he smiled. However, I looked at the field with some ignorance.

This hope, but saw a few half-baked and unfamiliar characters, these people sitting in the most comfortable position by the lake, is the day before yesterday in the restaurant, Guo Baokun, He Zongwei and his party. Fan Xian froze slightly, thinking that Jing Shi Wang Shizi knows the dispute between Fan and Guo in the day, why did they call them on both sides today?

It seems that he is feeling his gaze. Guo Baokun, who is showing his own mature and steady posture, turned his head to the opposite beautiful people. He saw that the Fan family made the black boxing, and his face changed, and he could no longer maintain the elegance. Demeanor, in the subconscious, throwing the folding fan in the handle on the table.

There was a student in the field who was explaining the righteousness, so not many people noticed that Guo Shangshu’s son had such a reaction.

The people who were at the same table with Guo Baokun looked at him, and suddenly found the leisure in hiding in the remote place. All the people were discolored, and they thought that they were full of algae, and today they did not bring guards. If the Fanfu kid makes another black boxing, who will block it?

Fan Xian was smiling at them, nodded, and said hello like a friend.

The table whispered something about it, and the face gradually showed a slightly gloomy smile. The face of Guo Baokun, who was always gloomy, was a little more pleasant. Only He Zongwei seemed to disapprove.

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I don't know what the girls under the white lake are doing, but the women's history of the Fuzhong has kept copying the poems made by the women there and sent them to the side for evaluation.

Shizi laughed and said: "Although the scarf does not allow the eyebrows, but the literary way is no more than the brute force, the princes are not polite, can not lose to the weak women."

Everyone claimed that the laughter gradually began, and someone made an idea to use something as a title, making a poem, and choosing the best of the three, and the other side.

On the table of Guo Baokun, a scholar’s ​​eyeball turned and he said, “I’m not late, I don’t know what the lake is like?”

"Excellent, today's blue waves floating gold..." Someone is doing care.

"Extremely, look at the lakes and mountains..." Someone is doing Zhuang.

Guo Baokun’s eyes turned and looked at Fan Xian. He said loudly: “I didn’t think that Fan Shaoye came here today. Is it better to start with Fan Shaoye in this round?”

Fan Xian came today, this is the order of the father of the adults, in front of the people in Kyoto to show a picture, just put a figure, heard that you want to make your own poems, smiled and shook his head: "I don't have that ability, or you please."

Seeing his concession, Guo Baokun felt more and more that the other party was really an embroidered pillow. He said with sneer: "The day before, Fan Xiong talked about it in a high place in the middle of the stone. He did not look at the talents of this world. Today, I saw that it was a slap in the face of advice. Sure enough."

Listening to his sayings, the crowds in the field know that there was a gap between the two sides, which was borrowed from poetry. Most of the Fuzhong is a guest of Jingwangfu. Although he does not know who Fan is, he seems to be familiar with Shizi, so some people are guessing whether they are Fanfan children, but few people have guessed that he is the son of Sinan Fanjian. .

Seeing other people talking about it, Guo Baokun drank a cup of tea and smiled sullenly: "This fan brother is the one who recently entered Beijing, and the princes should have heard it."

Everyone is not an idiot, and once they know the identity of Fan Xian, then looking at Fan’s eyes will be a bit more pity, a little disdain, and many complicated emotions.

Fan’s face is the same, and he still hangs a shallow smile, but insists on not making poetry. Jing Wang Shizi looked at the smile on his face, and he became more and more stunned. The eyes flashed a bit of color, and the round field said: "The poem is poetic, Fan Shixiong has no intention today, and the kings are still arrogant. ”

Fan is lazy and half leans on the oblique side. He looks at the people in the field and you come to me. He hears the other person's lack of good sentences, which is very boring. This appearance falls in the eyes of others, but it is somewhat arrogant. Some people can't help but laugh: "Mr. Fan Jia's poems are famous in Kyoto, but it is unexpected to say that the young Master Fan is another tacit."

Guo Baokun lowered his voice and smiled: "After all, it is not raised in the government. Of course, it must be different." Although he lowered his voice, he actually deliberately let the people around him understand that although the country is open, the illegitimate child Identity, after all, is not allowed to be a countertop, and Fan’s identity is more sensitive. He listened to him deliberately saying that for a time, there was a strange taste in the field.

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