Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The poetry meeting of the Jingjun Wangfu and the poetry held by the Prince are the two most lively social scenes in Kyoto. Once a month, the wind and rain are unimpeded. I don’t know how many poor and talented poets have sharpened their heads and want to borrow them. A poem, a word, a name for the world, seeking a ladder to advance.

Prince is good, this is something that everyone in the world knows. Although Jingjun Wang is the younger brother of His Majesty the Emperor, he has always been determined to be a rich and idle king, so he does not have much power. Compared with the two, those who have a clear purpose are naturally more willing to go to the Prince.

However, if you can get a claim from Jing Shi Wang Shizi, it is also a good way to make a long-term reputation. Therefore, every time the poetry meeting, the Wangfu Palace, which is not far from the new entrance, welcomes many guests. Some of these guests are sitting. Sedan chair, some sitting in the carriage, and some people walked, but the old butler at the door was treated equally. After checking the famous posts, I would like to invite them.

Fan sat in the sedan chair, his face was very ugly, a burst of white, white from time to time grabbed his lips, forcing the urge to vomit.

Because I thought of coming to the poetry meeting, the Sven event, sitting on the green curtain small car may be a bit more, so he asked to sit in the sedan chair with his sister, but lived in the seaside of Zhangzhou all the year round, the boat does not faint him, this sedan chair makes him dizzy Great. He was uncomfortable, and while pulling the curtain on the side of the car, he asked Fujiko: "How far it is."

Fujiko refused to smile and replied: "After the intersection, I will arrive."

Fan took a sigh of relief and sat back again. His fingers were like a orchid. He put his thumb and ring finger in one place, letting the infuriating release slowly, washing the guilt, and irritating a little, but ultimately Can not halo.

At this time, there were a lot of questions in his mind that could not be smashed, and the body was unwell, so the brows wrinkled like a lock. Living in the house these days, I always feel that my father is very different from my own imagination, and there are many things that cannot be explained. For example, why does he value his illegitimate child so much? Is it really because of the mother, so the relationship between the house and the Ukrainian?

He turned his head and glanced at the car. Looking at the figure sitting on the right side through the thin green cloth, I knew that although Fujiko was inclined to himself, but after all, he was a father, and he could not fully believe. . He sighed and thought, he must find some talents that he can trust. Wu Zhushu is like a ghost, but he is not a character he can command at will.

Fan Xian wants to know what her mother used to do in Kyoto, how her father knows, and how to leave the world. This is not just mere curiosity and envy, but he believes that only by knowing history can you better grasp your present and future.

In the county palace, in front of a garden, several scholars are being flattered to a young man. They can't think of it. Today's poetry, Jing Shi Wang Shizi will personally greet outside the garden gate.

The two small curtains and the small sedan slowly swayed over, and Jing Wang Shizi was an impatient and arched hand with the few guys who had been rude, and they greeted them. Until then, the few scholars knew that they would be wrong, but they did not dare to have the slightest expression on their faces. They still smiled arrogantly and swayed their hands. Under the leadership of the housekeeper, they went to the back garden.

The people at the entrance to the Wangfu are also curious, and who is the guest, can let the sons come out to meet.

When I saw the girl in the yellow blouse who had walked down from the first lifted chair, the next time people knew that it was Fan’s big lady who arrived, not to mention the relationship between Jingwangfu and Fanfu. With the personal relationship with Miss Fan, the woman is not convenient to show her face, this should be welcomed outside the park.

"If the younger sister." Jing Wang Shizi surnamed Li Minghongcheng, the wind evaluation in Kyoto has always been inseparable from the place like the brothel, but in front of Miss Fan, the world is looking at the nose, nose and heart, it seems Very polite.

Fan Ruoruo was slightly covered, asked the world, and smiled and said: "What is the problem with Joka today?"

Shizi smiled and answered a few words, but his eyes turned from time to time to the back of the sedan chair. He thought that he had been working hard for a long time. How could the dear friend still not come down? Some people have already stepped forward, and the curtains are opened with respect and respect. Unexpectedly, there is no one in the car. For a time, everyone in the county palace was shocked. What do you think of this?

Fan Ruouo gave a smile and explained: "Brother is behind."

During the conversation, everyone saw the 16-year-old young man panting out from a distance, followed by a follower. The young man wore a light chestnut single, and the collar was not fastened. It seemed to be somewhat frivolous, but with a cute and friendly clean face, others felt that this person should be so relaxed. .

"Sorry, sorry." Fan Xian gave a fist to the son of the world, and said: "The sea is dizzy, so all the way, the sky is hotter, so I used to drink a bowl of sour pulp before the government. It’s late.”

"It's not too late, it's not too late." Li Hongcheng, when he saw this young man who had had a relationship, felt very happy, haha ​​laughed: "Fan brother can come is good."

Fan Xian heard his name and found that there was a more fan than the previous day. I didn’t know what the other person wanted to say at the moment. I paused and smiled and said: “The acid pulp outside the palace is better than others. Naturally, I have to take a look."

Shikoh Hiroshi, a child, smiled a little and saw that the conversation was actually drifting gently to the horizon. He felt more interesting. He took the hand and then the two brothers and sisters entered the garden.

When Fan was in Zhangzhou, he knew that his sister had a good poem. Although in his opinion, these poems are often just hurting the spring and autumn, and they can't escape certain frames. This era is still a good poem. However, it is clear that the princelings who often come to the poetry and the young scholars do not have too strong attainments, so Fan Ruoru still has a small poem.

Therefore, he is very curious. In such an occasion, what kind of performance will his sister have, and what is the appearance of the soft-street lord who caused the outflow of the Dream of Red Mansions and the cheap pirated booksellers.

However, following Li Hongcheng’s entrance to the back garden of the cloister, he realized that in such a seemingly open country, men and women were still seated. The ladies were sitting under a pavilion opposite the lake, with white layers in front. The crepe hangs and dances with the breeze.

Fan Xian was disappointed to follow the world to the other side of the lake, watching the gauze fluttering in the distance, could not help but think of the favorite stars of the past life, sighed deep inside: "There is a feeling of first love."

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