Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 90 Fan Xian Writes a Poem
Little girl Roujia looked around with her bright eyes and clapped her hands: "Sister Ruoruo, why don't you say anything?"

Fan Ruoruo gave him a resentful look, then thought again, and felt that she was being a little harsh on her soft-tempered best friend, so she said softly, "Sister doesn't know, either."

Then he smiled again and said, "Wait for the gentleman to come to Prince Jing's mansion, and Sister Roujia will ask him in person."

This was obviously a joke, but Ruoruo, who was usually gentle and kind, actually amused the little girl.

Princess Roujia frowned and pursed her lips in embarrassment, saying, "Why would Mr. Lin come to attend the poetry gathering? Isn't this asking too much?"

"Who knows? The prince might invite him." Fan Ruoruo smiled gently. She knew in her heart that the master would not come.

Princess Roujia estimated the time and said in frustration: "Mr. Lin hasn't come to the palace for almost two months."

With a thought, Princess Roujia said earnestly, "I heard that sister often goes to the Supervisory Office to look for Mr. Lin. I want to go too, but father won't allow it. Why don't you go to the Supervisory Office under the pretext of taking me out to play?"

Fan Ruoruo smiled lightly and said in a difficult tone: "That won't work. Prince Jing will get angry."

This is the truth. Every time Prince Jing mentioned going to the Overwatch Council, he would lose his temper with the two girls.

The old cripple in the Supervisory Office was very insidious and cunning, and was hiding a lot of bad things from the little girl.

Fan Ruoruo had been to the Supervisory Council many times, but she had rarely seen the director, so she was unable to verify the authenticity of the information.

My father always made similar comments about the dean.

But she still sided with her husband in her heart. Her husband said that the dean was a good person, so Ruoruo believed it unwaveringly.

A few years ago, this dean caused a big incident in Kyoto. He spat in the face of the corrupt prime minister in the street. The court was furious and the emperor ordered a three-year salary deduction.

How bad could such a person be? Fan Ruoruo had a clear idea of ​​this.

When the Red Mansion was mentioned, the ladies in the pavilion became interested. They were not good at writing poems, but they were all very excited when talking about storytelling.

The artistic conception of "Dream of Red Mansions" is profound, as if it was tailor-made for these rich ladies who could not get married.

"Was The Red Mansion really written by Mr. Lin?" The little girls leaned forward with great anticipation.

There are many rumors in the market, but no one will really believe them. But if you can hear Miss Ruoruo confirm it in person, then it will be a foregone conclusion.

Seeing the excited expressions of the girls, the clever Fan Ruoruo sighed inwardly and frowned beautifully: "The Red Mansion was not written by my master."

These words were spoken in the pavilion, half true and half false.

Princess Roujia frowned, unable to bear hearing this. She thought Ruoruo was deliberately covering it up, but she couldn't figure out the reason and felt a little angry for no reason.

"I heard that Mr. Lin is cold and ruthless, arresting anyone he sees, and has a very bad reputation in the officialdom. He doesn't seem like someone who could write a masterpiece like Red Mansions."

I don't know which young lady said this, and many people agreed with her.

Fan Ruoruo interrupted, her delicate eyebrows tinged with anger, and she said sternly: "Don't slander me, the people you arrest are never innocent."

The little girl had only heard the story from others, so her face turned red and she was so scared that she kept silent.

No one would have thought that the usually gentle and lovely talented lady from the Fan family would lose her temper today.

Princess Roujia chimed in vaguely, "I often hear people mention Mr. Daoling among the common people. I think he is a good person."

Ye Linger remained silent. She was not close to Mr. Lin, but she knew much more than those present. Since Sister Lin valued him, his character must be good. She thought that she should say something for him, but she was still angry, so she simply gave up the idea.

Outside Prince Jing's Mansion, the carriage from the Supervisory Council arrived. The servants had already made arrangements and did not dare to be negligent. The palace's housekeeper had been waiting there for a long time.

"Mr. Lin is here. The prince has been waiting in the hall for a long time."

Lin Ruo nodded, and walked into the mansion with ease, without even needing a butler to lead the way.

Behind him, dozens of officials from the Supervisory Council filed in, knives in their hands, looking cold as ice.

A servant was startled and asked hurriedly, "Has any of the nobles in the palace committed a crime?"

The housekeeper said sternly, "Mr. Lin is a distinguished guest in the mansion, you are not allowed to make irresponsible comments."

Walking all the way to the back garden, listening to the complicated noises, Lin Ruo slowed down his pace and asked the housekeeper: "What happened in the back garden?"

The housekeeper smiled flatteringly and explained truthfully: "It seems that Master Guo and Master Fan had some disputes, and Miss Ruoruo wrote a poem to speak up for Master Fan."

"What poem?"

The housekeeper shook his head and raised his eyes: "I don't know, but one of the sentences is very good even for me who doesn't know much about numbers. It's something like 'Hanxu mixed with Taiqing, Qizheng Yunmengze'. It sounds very imaginative."

When Lin Ruo heard this, she realized that this could not have been done by Ruoruo, but must have been done by Fan Xian.

The housekeeper quickly confirmed his idea: "Miss Ruoruo said that this poem was written by Master Fan when he was ten years old in Danzhou. Today, we took it out for the talented scholars to read, but Master Guo and his group were very skeptical and reluctant to believe it, so the argument became even bigger."

"And then?" Lin Ruo asked again.

At this point, the housekeeper laughed happily: "Master Fan wrote a poem to prove himself, which was really amazing. The talented people couldn't shut up, and Master Guo was even more embarrassed."

Prince Jing's Mansion and the Fan's Mansion are old friends, and the man in front of him has a close relationship with the Fan family. Naturally, the housekeeper praised Master Fan, "Master Fan is also a free and easy person. After writing a poem, he went to the toilet." "What a good poem! The sorrows of the ages are all in a glass of muddy wine."

In the back garden, Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng was stunned and kept praising the poem. Everyone at the table was immersed in it and marveled at it.

The poetry reading was extremely lively. The talented scholars who were spectators were envious and jealous, and Guo Baokun and his group, who had caused the trouble, were completely humiliated.

But at this moment, a group of people dressed in thick black clothes walked into the garden.

All the scholars and talents present were startled, their eyes avoided and their heads lowered. The scene was as quiet as it could be.

"Why are people from the Supervisory Council here?" Some talented scholars were whispering to each other. They didn't know who they wanted to arrest at the table, and they were all terrified.

The young man in the lead took a quick glance at the table, and everyone held their breath involuntarily.

Li Hongcheng's heart trembled, and he stepped forward and bowed: "Why are you here, Mr. Lin? Are you here to see father?"

He naturally wouldn't ask Mr. Lin who he was here to arrest, but looking at the situation, it was obvious that he was here to arrest someone.

Lin Ruo asked in surprise: "I heard someone wrote a good poem?"

Li Hongcheng was stunned for a moment, then reacted and glanced over, and saw his aide delivering the manuscript of the poem to him.

"Mr. Fan did this. Please have a look, Mr. Lin."

Lin Ruo picked up the manuscript and read it with satisfaction: "The handwriting is good."

Li Hongcheng was a little dull, not commenting on poetry or calligraphy? He didn't understand the meaning of the words for a moment. How could he know that Lin Ruo was sighing that the efforts he made twelve years ago were not in vain, and this kid's calligraphy was finally readable.

After handing back the manuscript, Lin Ruo's face turned cold, and his profile was filled with unspeakable majesty. He shouted to the people at the table, "Where is the Guo family's heir?"

Hearing his name being mentioned, Guo Baokun at the table panicked, stood up hurriedly, stepped forward with a crooked step, and bowed deeply to the prince's teacher from his early years: "Greetings, Mr. Lin."

"Is he here to arrest Prince Guo?"

The talented scholars at the banquet had mixed expressions of relief and fear on their faces. When they thought that this lord from the Censorate was not even afraid of the prime minister of the time, then arresting a small son of the Minister of Rites was nothing.

Lin Ruo looked at the talented man who couldn't raise his head and asked seriously, "Why did you come here?"

Guo Baokun swallowed two or three times, as if his throat was dry, and said timidly: "I want to join in the poetry gathering at Prince Jing's Mansion."

He seemed to understand why Lord Lin called him.

Li Hongcheng also understood and wanted to speak up for him, but then he thought it would be better to keep silent.

Lin Ruo showed no mercy to the Guo family's heir. He spoke in a low voice, as if for him alone, and coldly rebuked him, "As the prince's companion, you are participating in the poetry gathering at Prince Jing's mansion. Are you crazy or have you never had a brain?"

Everyone in the capital knew that Prince Jing had joined the Second Prince and held a poetry meeting to recruit talents for him. Unexpectedly, he even attracted people around the Crown Prince.

Guo Baokun realized the seriousness of the situation and his face turned pale. His lips trembled violently. He hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding, I'm leaving now and will never participate in the poetry gathering at Prince Jing's Mansion again."

Guo Baokun walked away alone, without even caring about his good friends who came with him.

Everyone in the room was confused, and Li Hongcheng explained, "Mr. Lin, I have absolutely no other ideas for this poetry gathering."

"I know, you guys continue." Lin Ruo replied with a faint smile and led his men to the hall.

Now, Li Hongcheng was also confused.

In the pavilion on the other side of the lake, Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes unusually clear.

Ye Ling'er asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Fan Ruoruo smiled and replied casually: "Nothing, it's just the first time I see a grown man being scared like this."

Hearing this, the girls in the pavilion couldn't help but smile elegantly. In their opinion, this Lord Lin had an extraordinary temperament and there was nothing scary about him.

Ye Ling'er didn't laugh, but said with disdain: "How can someone with such a cowardly character be called a man?"

A young lady mentioned an interesting story and said, "Lord Lin is so handsome. No wonder the niece of Concubine Shu has been clamoring to marry him."

"Is she married?" Many girls in the pavilion became curious.

The young lady passed the topic over: "I don't know about that. You should ask Miss Ruoruo."

Princess Roujia squeezed her hands nervously, "Sister Ruoruo, is Mr. Lin really going to get married?"

Fan Ruoruo thought for a while, then replied in a riddle, "Sister, I have to ask the master."

When Princess Roujia heard this, she immediately stood up and walked out of the pavilion: "I'm going to the hall to look for my father."

Fan Ruoruo also stood up: "Sister will go with you."

But just as she walked out of the pavilion, the lingering Ye Ling'er grabbed her and said, "Let's find a quiet place to talk."

(End of this chapter)