blue ribbon bouquet

In fact, it was Fan An who wanted to go home and farm the most in Manchao.

The Ministry of Public Prosecutions is in charge of punishing crimes, and there is a steady stream of criminal cases sent here from all over the world every day. Fan An has to look over each case in person, and if there is no objection after review, he will give instructions. The life and death of dozens or even hundreds of people must be determined between the pens.As the head of prisons, he is in charge of remittances such as pardons and reductions for cases in various provinces. He is also in charge of the treasury of stolen goods and fines in prisons across the country.It can be said to be an inexhaustible privilege and an inexhaustible profit.

But Fan Anqin was diligent and diligent, and he didn't let go of his wrong thoughts.He sits in the torture hall every day, looking down at his case files, going out less, and interacting less with other officials.He doesn't invite people, doesn't form cliques, and doesn't care about other things. He is really low-key to the extreme.Both civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty admired him, and even the emperor secretly praised him when he heard about it.

He didn't seek a good name, but he got one.Officials from all walks of life stared at the Shangshu Mansion in the southeast corner of the imperial city, and flocked to curry favor, but the gates of that mansion were closed all day long, and Mr. Fan was "absent" all day long.

Everyone was speculating on which high branch of the court hall the new Lord Fan's blue eyes would fall on in the end?

On the third day of March, the Holy Majesty went up to the Qujiang River outside the imperial city for a flower viewing banquet to entertain all the ministers.

Fan An has not been out of the Shangshu Mansion for two months, and the scholar's face has not seen the sun for a long time, and he is as white and tender as a woman.Seeing him, officials from all walks of life said they hadn't seen him for a few days with a flattering mood. How could Mr. Fan look so young?It doesn't look like he is approaching forty at all. Could it be that the gods have favored him and are going to rejuvenate?

Fan An's heart jumped like a deer after being told, he said hehe, wishing he could go back to Shangshu's mansion immediately and wipe a catty of black powder on it before coming out to meet people.Fortunately, he has a beard, and he pretends to be a bit old-fashioned between the twists, otherwise he will arouse a lot of suspicion.

The day of the Flower Appreciation Banquet is just before Shangsi, which is one of the three major festivals of Daxuan, and it is naturally lively and grand given by the sage.During the banquet, all the princes and ministers came, as well as the newly recruited Jinshi and envoys from various countries.Fan An was walking among Yan Lie, and suddenly saw Li Jianbi.

The man was sitting on Yantou talking with others, the banquet outside the palace was too cold and solemn, and it was spring, the sun was warm and warm, the man was rarely wearing a light-colored thin robe embroidered with gold. Pine and fragrant snow, charming and pleasant.

He was afraid of Li Jianbi in his heart, afraid of his words like needles, his sharp eyes that could not tolerate fine sand, and his unyielding character.But I haven't seen him for two months, after all, I miss him a lot. Seeing him with a slight smile on his face, not as mean and cold as usual. After a long absence, he is better than a newlywed. When we see each other again, Fan An can't help but smile. A heart full of vigilance melts like snow meets spring, and the purple peonies sway in the wind with the clouds all over the river.

He wanted to look at Li Jianbi from a distance for a while, but he didn't expect Li Jianbi to turn his head suddenly and meet his eyes.Fan An groaned in his heart, and quickly turned around to go elsewhere.

Master Xiao, who didn't want to follow him, stopped him. The man grabbed Fan An's arm and said, Mr. Fan, where are you going? Your place is ahead, don't go far.As he spoke, he didn't care what Fan An was doing, and pulled him to the bottom of the imperial platform. Li Jianbi's position was in front of Fan An's right, with his head no more than three feet away.

Fan An sat down embarrassedly, looked up and smiled at Li Jianbi.The corners of Li Jianbi's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at him for a while without knowing what to do, then turned away and ignored him.

During the banquet, the holy god gave wine, and all the officials thanked them and called them long live.After that, he danced and danced in Taiwan, and the drums and music made peace.

Fan An's eyes looked through the dancer's figure, but they fell on Li Jianbi who was facing him.

Li Jianbi was sitting on the side talking to Zhong Cheng next to him, he caught a glimpse of him from the corner of the eye, and vaguely saw that this person had reddish cheeks, and stared at the dancer in front of him with blurred eyes, drinking and dreaming, as if he was about to get drunk It's average.Lustful bastard... Li Jianbi didn't know Fan An's ulterior motives, and immediately felt disgusted in his heart.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the wine, sipping it in his mouth, but he was thinking that a hero is sad and beautiful, as long as he is an individual, he will always have something to blame, Fan Anruo likes beautiful women, and he just lost his wife at the moment, if he sends some beauties there , I might be able to buy him off.Thinking of this, he turned around, raised his head and smiled maliciously at Fan An.That Fan An received the smile steadily from a distance of several feet, and his heart felt like a deer, and his face flushed red.

Jiang Tian reflects peonies, Qushui Ju Liushang, and there are all scholars and literati who are proficient in poetry. At the end of this flower viewing banquet, it will inevitably become a "poetry meeting" where hundreds of officials compare their words.The waiter brought the pen and ink, and asked those present to write poems and inscriptions, and asked a few senior scholars from the Ministry of Rites to comment, and won the No. 1 imperial wine.

Fan An held the pen and looked at Li Jianbi who was opposite him from time to time. He hesitated for a long time and wrote a few lines on the paper, but he put down the pen but did not hand over the poem to the waiter.

Most of the civil and military men in the Manchu Dynasty were able to write poems in seven steps. In a short while, the poems were scattered like snowflakes, and they all fell into the hands of the great scholar Bai.The white scholar read the poems, which drew applause from time to time.The slave next to Fan An saw that his master had written the poem, and said that I would get it for you. My lord is very talented, maybe he can get No.1.

Fan An hastily bid farewell, my little writing, it's fine if I don't reveal it, but if I reveal it, I'll laugh to death.He put down his pen and folded the rice paper written in front of him.

At this time, a gust of river wind suddenly came, caressing the peony bushes along the river in an uproar, and swayed away with a colorful petal. A piece of rice paper on Fan Anyan's table was fanned and flew away from the table with a hiss.Fan An groaned, and hurriedly leaned out to grab it. He stood up abruptly, but accidentally knocked his thigh against the edge of the table in front of him, and overturned the entire Yan table with a loud crash.

Several adults around turned to look at him, and the emperor on the royal platform also saw it, but he didn't blame him, he just said: "Fan Aiqing is dancing, could it be that he is drunk?" The ministers beside him burst into laughter. Fan An frowned, laughing and laughing in embarrassment.

The attendant next to him helped him up and rearranged the Yan table for him a few times.

But the rice paper floated on the ground a few times, and after going around in circles, it flew to Li Jianbi's feet.Li Jianbi picked up the rice paper with a smile, and said: "Master Fan has written a poem, but he refuses to show it to others. Is it because he is afraid that he will be ashamed of everyone if he writes too well?" Said: "I heard that Mr. Fan won the first prize at the age of 17. He has a brilliant literary talent. He can write Qing Ci at his fingertips. It must be easy to write a poem. Let's read it out for everyone to listen to!"

Everyone here at the court knows that Fan Pingqiu was demoted to Qishan, and that the seedlings that have been planted for more than ten years in his hands will be ruined even the best writing style.This poem is not willing to show the public, it must be poorly written.The censor Zhongcheng put a high hat on him at this time, obviously to bully him and make him look ugly.

But it was as if all the civil and military audience were expecting him to make a fool of himself, as soon as Yu Shi Zhongcheng's words fell, they immediately attracted repeated echoes.Fan An couldn't sit still anymore, he left his seat abruptly, and said goodbye, this poem is ashamed to write, it is really shameful!As he spoke, he ran over to Li Jianbi's banquet. The riverside was supplemented by a gravel road with a few protruding cobblestones. Fan An ran in a hurry, didn't pay attention to his feet, and fell down with a bang.

He fell very well, and he landed on the ground just in front of Li Jianbi's banquet table.

Li Jianbi raised his eyebrows, but the ministers next to him couldn't help it, and laughed softly: This man is really shameful in his behavior, no wonder he keeps a low profile. This time he became high profile, and he lost all his face and bones. How can I still recognize it as Fan Pingqiu who was so pure and unyielding back then?

The attendant next to Li Jianbi hurried up to help Fan An, and Fan An stood up tremblingly, feeling that all the bones in his body were broken.He rubbed his knees and was at a loss, but Li Jianbi didn't despise him and greeted him to sit beside him.

Fan An was overwhelmed by the flattery, his heart lightened up, and the pain in his whole body disappeared immediately. He walked to Li Jianbi's side in a few steps, and sat down cheekily.He looked at the rice paper in Li Jianbi's hand, and begged Li Jianbi to return the poem paper to him.

Unexpectedly, the imperial censor Zhongcheng made a move and took out the rice paper suddenly. Before Fan An could react, he opened it and read aloud:

Wei Ziyao, Huang Shilihong, and a cedar tree in the east column.

Wuliu doesn't know the true color of the country, throws a pen and bows to the flowers.

After reading the poem, all the officials present looked at Fan An with great interest.

This person is so unfamiliar and crazy, with just a few words, he is saying that the audience doesn't know the real beauty of the country, but only knows how to praise water and flowers?Yun Xiang's clothes and Hua Xiangrong's, this is a flower viewing banquet, if you don't praise peony, who should you praise?Immediately, someone asked: "My lord Fan, you feel that this peony full of eyes is ashamed to be called national beauty, so what do you think is 'true national beauty'?"

There is a cedar tree in the east column... Yu Shiru and his group sat on the east platform, and someone glanced there at once. At this time, a woman in white gauze was standing beside Li Jianbi, waiting for her after the dance. An adult pours wine.Liang Yenian from the cabinet immediately said: "I think Mr. Fan must have taken a fancy to that woman pouring wine!"

The dancer in white gauze with the flower wine in her hand was standing still, but her face turned red when she heard the words. She glanced at Fan An who was sitting with Li Jianbi, knelt down shyly, and said, "Little girl dare not !"

Fan An covered his face with his hands, he really wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.You don't dare, I don't dare.He glanced at Li Jianbi anxiously, hesitated to speak, wanted to cry but had no tears, his ears turned red.

Li Jianbi understood, and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Fan has no wife and family by his side, but he brought up two sons by himself. It is very hard. Nowadays, it is rare to fall in love with this girl at first sight. Why doesn't the Holy One take advantage of this to make the two of you happy and give them a marriage?" ?”

Fan An shuddered and slid down from Li Jianbi's seat, almost falling into the peony bushes behind him.

Yu Shi Zhongcheng next to him supported him with one hand, and said with a smile: "Master Fan, you don't have to be so excited."