The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 110: Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence {Third update}

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"Fu Xiaoguan stays."

His Majesty's light words made the officials who had already walked to the palace gate feel startled. Could it be that this young man's essay on what the war strategy should be was taken by His Majesty?

Especially Shi Yiming, Fang Wenxing and other Ten Scholars, felt all kinds of suspicion and envy in their hearts.

Everyone came to Chengtian Hall together, and everyone participated in the palace examination together. Why did His Majesty leave him alone?

Fu Xiaoguan was also surprised, thinking that the table in Sifanglou had been reserved. It seemed like he couldn't eat it. Could it be that the emperor wanted to treat me to dinner?

I don’t know what the food in this palace is like.

All kinds of meaningful eyes swept across Fu Xiaoguan's body, and then the huge palace fell silent.

The emperor walked off the dragon platform and looked at Fu Xiaoguan with his hands behind his back. Fu Xiaoguan also looked at the emperor with a smile on his face.

The emperor looks quite handsome, in his forties, with a slightly plump face and bright eyes. Even the goatee on his chin looks particularly energetic because it is tilted up.

"You are very good!"

Fu Xiaoguan was very happy to be praised by the emperor, so he smiled.

"Eunuch Jia, arrange for someone to take him to Dieyi Palace."

"The slave obeys the order."

Then Eunuch Jia called Xiao Huangmen and asked him to lead Fu Xiaoguan to Dieyi Palace, and then accompanied the emperor to leave the Chengtian Hall.

Is this the end?

Aren’t you inviting me to dinner?

Where is the Dieyi Palace?

Fu Xiaoguan was full of questions and did not ask the little yellow gate who led the way. He followed him around Chengtian Hall and several palaces. After walking for half an hour, he arrived at Dieyi Palace.

There was a woman standing in front of the palace gate. She was dressed in red, holding a piece of red silk in her hand, with a red hairpin in her hair, and a bunch of red agate hanging on the hairpin. She had a rosy smiling face with water-cut eyes. Looking at him with joy.

Yu Wenyun!

Fu Xiaoguan also laughed, and the autumn sun fell red to the ground.

……

Concubine Shang, dressed in casual clothes, sat at the top, accompanied by Yu Wenyun and Fu Xiaoguan.

On the table were exquisite dishes of three meats and three vegetables and a cup of stew, which made Fu Xiaoguan move his index fingers.

He is hungry!

"Just treat yourself as your own home and eat."

"Thank you, empress!"

Following Concubine Shang's words, Fu Xiaoguan was not polite and started to eat hungrily. He was still silently commenting in his heart that the food in the palace was not as good as that in Sifanglou. It was not until he drank the soup in the cup that he sighed. This cup of soup is truly delicious and rare in the world.

It is the rule of this era to eat and sleep without talking. Normally Fu Xiaoguan is very casual and never cares about this thing. But at this moment in the palace, since Concubine Shang and Yu Wenyun have not spoken, he is naturally happy. Eat comfortably.

As a result, Fu Xiaoguan destroyed most of the dishes on the table, and even the cup of soup was finished by him in the end.

Concubine Shang Gui felt funny in her heart. This boy really treated him like his own family. This was very good. He was a straight-tempered person, quite similar to Wen Yun's temperament.

Then Concubine Shang took Fu Xiaoguan and Yu Wenyun to the garden. Instead of weeding and pruning the chrysanthemums, she sat down in the Xiuchun Pavilion. A maid brought fruit and vegetable tea, and the three of them sat down.

"It has been almost two months since I said goodbye to Linjiang. You have only written sixty-two chapters of A Dream of Red Mansions. It has been a long time since you published anything. Are you very busy these days?"

"Hui Niang, please don't tell me that you are really busy."

Fu Xiaoguan briefly told Concubine Shang some things about Xishan and why he came to Beijing.

Concubine Shang already knew these things, so she asked again: "Since you knew the consequences, why didn't you come to the capital to seek help from me?"

Fu Xiaoguan smiled awkwardly, "Actually, my original idea was to ask the empress. This storm is really big. There are not many big trees that can protect the Fu family. Of course, the empress is the biggest one. If I can If you hug this big tree, no matter how violent the storm, the Fu family will be safe."

"Then why did you change your mind?"

"Actually, it's not that I changed my mind. I just happened to see the court report posted by His Majesty. I thought that if I could make a useful policy and get His Majesty's attention, I would have a chance to enter the palace to meet the Holy See. If If I can meet the Holy Spirit, I might be able to meet you, don’t you see, this is the situation now?”

This kid has a delicate heart. If he really wanted to come to him, he could easily do it through Shulan, but he used another method. This was because he simply didn't want to owe himself such a huge favor. At such a young age, he is quite talented.

Now that His Majesty has taken a fancy to him, he only needs to beat a few officials in the court, which saves him a lot of trouble.

"I heard that you scolded Shangshu Shi in the Chengtian Palace until he vomited blood and fainted... Why are you so angry?"

"Back to my wife, you really can't blame me. I've never met him. I don't know why he has to target me. I actually have a good temper." Fu Xiaoguan shrugged aggrievedly and said: "If there is anything wrong with what I have done, I will go to Shi Mansion in person to plead guilty after leaving the palace."

Concubine Shang stood up, walked to the porch, looked at the chrysanthemums in the garden, and after a long time, she said, "Remember, you must keep your heart!"

Fu Xiaoguan understood. The empress did not mean to blame him, but appreciated him very much.

Thinking about it this way, His Majesty did not stop him on the Golden Palace and allowed himself to be rampant. This is probably what he meant.

These two couples are quite interesting.

"Little people keep this in mind!"

"Autumn is getting stronger, what do you think of my garden full of flowers?"

"That's quite beautiful!"

Yu Wenyun chuckled. This man is so thick-skinned!

"Then write a poem. If it pleases me, I will ask Your Majesty to write the word Fu Fu in your own hand. How about that?"

Fu Xiaoguan was very happy. His Majesty wrote the word Fu Fu in his own hand. This may be a talisman. I would like to ask who among the officials in the world dares to smash the sign written by His Majesty?

This poem must be written, and it must be in line with Concubine Shang’s wishes, which is quite difficult!

Fu Xiaoguan also stood up and looked at the flowers. After a few breaths, he shouted: "Wen Yun, grind the ink!"

Does this person have another glimmer of light in his mind?

Yu Wenyun was very happy. If he really got his father's calligraphy treasure, this difficult time for the Fu family would be over.

Fu Xiaoguan picked up his pen and Concubine Shang came behind him.

"Seeing the Juyuan by chance

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The heart is far away.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain atmosphere is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. ”

Fu Xiaoguan stopped writing, and Shang Guifei read the poem carefully. She was extremely happy in her heart, but she never showed it outside.

This is a portrayal of her state of mind. She was originally a famous talented woman in Qizhou. She used to be in a peaceful state of mind, and all she thought about was the life of picking chrysanthemums and leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain under the eastern fence.

It was just fate that she became a noble concubine and had many scheming tricks, but her original intention has not changed, so she has this garden of chrysanthemums.

Now that leisurely life has long gone away from her, and may remain in a dream, so far out of reach.

"I am very pleased with this poem and cannot share it outside."