[Comprehensive] Short-lived ghost

As soon as He Fang entered the main room, Xue Pan saw him standing up to greet him, "Brother, don't blame me for not coming to visit for a long time."

He Fang held his hand, "You are busy with business, how can I blame you, sit down."

Xue Pan brought some Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to He Fang this time, most of which were snacks and fruits, and prepared a gift list for He Fang, which was for Prince Teng.

He Fang took the gift list, the gift was very important and decent, according to He Fang's previous plan, just send some fruits grown on his own mountain.

"Father knows my family's situation. This ceremony is too heavy. It's better to cross out half of it. I'm very happy that you can think about it for me."

He Fang chatted with Xue Pan for a few words, and saw that his temperament was calmer than before, and his knowledge became wider.

Xue Pan took advantage of the east wind of this autumn harvest festival, launched promotional activities for rouge, gouache, and ready-to-wear fabrics, and made a fortune. His second uncle also praised him for his business acumen, which made Xue Pan more confident and more interested in business. Take care.

After talking about the business, Xue Pan mentioned that Mrs. Xue wanted Baochai to participate in this grand ceremony. Baochai had just turned thirteen, and because of her status as a merchant's daughter, even if she entered the palace and became a show girl, she was selected. The possibility is also very low, so Mrs. Xue moved her mind and wanted to bribe the judges so that Baochai could enter the top three and get to see Longyan.

"That's the way it is. I've had a lot of headaches these days, and it's hard to talk about it with my second uncle, so I have to go to my brother's staff."

This talent show from ancient times to the present always seems to have something to do with power and money.

"How many judges are there?"

"The magistrate of Yingtian Mansion, the head teacher of Yingtian Academy, the King of Beijing, Du Qiaosheng, a master of calligraphy and painting, and the nuns in the palace, which one is easy to bribe?"

"If you can't buy it, it will be even harder for others to buy it. That's only fair. Everyone depends on their ability. Let Sister Baochai prepare well."

"Well, that's the problem. My sister's poems, paintings, dances and music are mediocre, and it's hard to be elegant." Xue Pan waved his hand, giving no hope to his sister's entry into the top three.

Mrs. Xue believes that a woman's lack of talent is virtue. She only taught Baochai's female red and female precepts, and she can read a few words, but she has never read any books. She despises dancing and music. It's good, it looks like you are blessed, and you can fight with your looks.

But from He Fang's point of view, a 13-year-old yellow-haired girl with a round face and a double chin when she lowered her head, her eyes are quite big and juicy, but she can't really be hooked on being beautiful, she can be considered cute at best.

It is impossible to shine at the Autumn Harvest Ceremony, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to catch the emperor's eyes when entering the palace. The new emperor is approaching his forties. How could he fall in love with a baby that has not yet bloomed? Madam Xue's wishful thinking is Doomed to fail.

"It's really difficult." He Fang stroked his forehead and said.

"I also don't want my sister to marry an old man in the palace. The emperor has so many wives and concubines. I'm afraid my sister will be wronged."

"Be careful with your words and deeds, you can't say such rebellious words again."

Xue Pan also knew that he had said something wrong, so he scratched his nose and admitted his mistake, "My brother is eighteen, so I should say we kissed him."

Why do you take care of your private life one by one?He Fang squinted at him, motioning for him to continue talking.

"I often talk about my elder brother with my younger sister. My younger sister admires you very much. My elder brother is uncle's adoptive son. If he becomes the son-in-law of the Xue family again, wouldn't it be more intimate?"

He Fang put down his teacup heavily, "I thought you were mature and responsible, but it still hasn't changed. I have nothing to talk to you about. You can go back."

"I said this after careful consideration. I can rest assured that my sister is handed over to my brother. Could it be that my brother doesn't like my sister?"

"I only regard her as my younger sister. Don't say this kind of thing a second time."

"Brother, don't be upset, I won't say such things again, but it's about my sister." Xue Pan showed a distressed look.

"What does she mean? Don't make up your own mind for her, but listen to what she means."

"My younger sister is the most filial and obedient, and obeys my mother in everything."

"Then let her continue to be a filial woman, and accept it if she doesn't resist."

He Fang is impatient to talk about children's mental health problems. When he was a teacher, he refused to be a head teacher because of this reason. He didn't have the time to care about the troubles of growing up. He Fang was an orphan, and no one enlightened and guided him. I have grown up through my own groping, didn't I also grow into a "good" young man with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor?

He stood up and walked into the study room, spread out the rice paper and rubbed the ink, and wrote articles swayingly, which could calm him down. Xue Pan stood opposite him without sitting, watching He Fang concentrate on holding the brush, dipping in the ink and writing , the movements are indescribably elegant and graceful.

He Fang finished writing a piece of rice paper, looked up and saw that Xue Pan hadn't left, stuck there like a wooden stake, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still want to stay for dinner?"

"I finally came to visit my brother, is my brother going to drive me away?" Xue Pan looked at him with wry eyes.

He Fang put down his writing brush, lost his temper, and smiled, "Go catch some fish for dinner."

"Alas~" Xue Pan ran out happily, and rushed in again after a while, "I caught a big carp, and I will cook grilled fish tonight, hehe."

"Hey, that carp is specially raised by me." He Fang put down the brush and walked to the kitchen. When he arrived in the kitchen, the fish had been disemboweled and slaughtered.

"Brother, I will pay you one tomorrow. It's bigger than this one, so don't be angry, brother."

He Fang squinted at him, and seeing his playful smile became even more angry, pinched the fat on his face and twisted it around, the pain made him scream and dare not resist.

"It's not your fault that I didn't tell you in advance."

He said it was not his fault, but his strength was not light.

When He Fang let go of Xue Pan, half of his face was red and swollen, as if someone had slapped him across the face.

Xue Pan didn't feel annoyed, he rubbed his face, his big eyeballs rolled around, and made a bad move, "Brother also pinches my sister's face, won't I be unable to participate in the competition?"

He Fang squinted at him, and laughed, Xue Pan really didn't like it.

Baochai finally went to participate in the autumn harvest ceremony. Xue Pan sent a large sum of money to the magistrate, and found an ancient painting to give to Du Qiaosheng, a master of calligraphy and painting, who was directly kicked out of the house by Du Qiaosheng. , naturally noble and upright, disdain to tarnish a painting's reputation.

Xue Pan went to visit the head teacher of Yingtian Academy again. He was an old and cunning fox. After accepting the money, he said that it was Xue Pan's donation to the academy, and he wanted to set up a monument of merit for Xue Pan. For the grand ceremony, well, the money was wasted.

Besides, not everyone can see the King of Beijing Jing. If he likes you and wants to make friends with you, even if you are a beggar, he can still have a drink with you, but Xue Pan's reputation before was too bad, and his appearance It's not good, the king of Beijing Jing didn't even pay him a glance.

The last judge is the nurturing mother in the palace. There are so many nuns and I don’t know which one it is, so I can’t give this gift. His performance was mediocre, but he was also quite talented, so he entered the second round of screening. In the second round of instrument playing, Baochai practiced a piece of music hard before the competition, and played the whole piece completely that night, but lacked inspiration , there are too many strong enemies, but he was still brushed off, and was eliminated in the second round. This was a big blow to the 13-year-old Baochai, and Lihua cried so sadly with the rain.

While comforting Baochai, Mrs. Xue blamed Xue Pan for not being able to do things well, which made Xue Pan reluctant to stay at home every day and hid in the store to escape. It's not that she finds him annoying, but deliberately avoids him.

He Fang is not in the mood to play hide-and-seek with a little kid. He Fang is a member of the church. He compares calligraphy with Du Qiaosheng, talks about the past and the present with the head teacher of Yingtian Academy, and listens to the new play in Lihuayuan with King Jing , These are all mature people, and there is no generation gap in communication.

The four met each other because of the autumn harvest ceremony and became friends for a long time. They drank and drank together, recited poems and composed Fu, and chatted happily without regard to seniority or inferiority.

Before King Jing Jing returned to Beijing, he took off the rosary beads on his wrist and gave them to He Fang.

King Beijing unfolded it, read it silently, and read the last sentence: I hope that people will live forever, and enjoy the beauty of thousands of miles. The emotional Beijing Jingwang said with red eyes, "Brother Feng's words are good, and I will be with you in the future." You recite poems and compose poems, drink wine and talk happily."

"My lord loves you." He Fang cupped his hands and said.

"Don't call me lord, you are the most real when you are drunk, next time I will join forces with those two old guys to get you drunk to see how much knowledge you have in your stomach." King Bei Jing joked with a smile.

As soon as he mentioned this, He Fang was very scared. He can drink a lot, but once he drank Du Qiaosheng's 18-year-old daughter red, which was very strong and full of stamina. What nonsense was said.

He Fang covered his head and said with a smile: "I don't dare to drink any more, the next day will be very uncomfortable."

"My lord, it's time to set off."

"It's still early, what's the rush?" King Beijing Jing scolded.

"Brother, don't delay the schedule, the younger brother will send the elder brother here, and we will meet again by fate."

"If you go to the capital in the future, if you don't look for me, I won't agree." King Beijing Jing took He Fang's hand and walked for a short distance before getting into the carriage reluctantly.

The author has something to say: I remember the first time that King Bei Jing and Jia Baoyu met in the TV series. the lord became a friend