Transformation of the slag prince plan

A gust of wind blowing from nowhere blows off the red leaves.While the sky was full of red, the corners of the noble Prince Chu's lips curled up slightly, and he looked at the people standing outside the pavilion with a half-smile.

His slender fingertips twirled the wine glass loosely, and played with it for a while, but could not wait for the boy's response.Ji Lanshu didn't care, put the wine glass back on the stone table, took out another wine glass from the wine set at the side, flipped it up and put it away, and said again: "Mr. .”

How familiar is this scene?

When he was in the palace, in the Lanyi Garden, Ji Lanshu was wearing a crimson robe, sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. When he saw him coming out to relax, he smiled at him and said, "Yi'er, can you have a drink with me?"

How did you respond back then?Filled with joy, she gladly took the wine glass Ji Lanshu handed over.They drank one cup after another, from talking about poetry to talking and laughing, from sitting face to face in a regular manner, to being held in his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted...

Don't think about it, don't think about it anymore!

Fan Yi stood motionless like a sculpture, and the only rationality left in his mind was desperately breaking through the surging grief, ordering himself to wake up.

The Prince Chu in front of him is not the Ji Lanshu who once pushed himself into a corner, but he still has a bright future ahead.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and it took only a moment. He tried his best to stabilize his mind, bowed and said, "Students are worse than respectful." Then he walked into the pavilion and stood opposite Ji Lanshu.

It's not that Fan Yi didn't think that he would be as honest with the person in front of him as before, but Ji Lanshu appeared here as the king of Chu, he was just a mere student, how could he act according to his own preferences?Up to now, I can only cheer up and deal with it.

Fan Yi picked up the jug, leaned over to fill Ji Lanshu with wine, poured it for himself, and finally raised his glass and said to him: "The student used to be blind and offended the lord, please forgive me."

After speaking, he drank the wine in one breath.

As soon as the spicy wine entered his throat, Fan Yi immediately choked and coughed endlessly.He quickly covered his face with his sleeves, and said in a low voice, "The student is rude."

Ji Lanshu quietly watched his actions, and chuckled softly: "Mr. Xiaofan, you don't have to be so cautious. Sit down."

Fan Yi said: "Thank you, my lord, for sitting down." He sat opposite Ji Lanshu.

After sitting down, he could smell the familiar faint incense from Ji Lanshu's body.

It is an incense made by the imperial family, and it is called "Thus I Smell".This fragrance is long and cold, just like the evergreen pines and cypresses under the cold snow, buried deep under the snow, the aroma of the honest wine when it is opened.

Ji Lanshu stared at the boy's brows and eyes flushed from drinking too much, and felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help but want to touch that bright red face.His fingers moved, but he finally pressed it down.He picked up the wine glass and took a sip as if concealing it.

Ji Lanshu said: "This king has always admired talented people. I hope that Mr. Fan will not hide his clumsiness in this literary meeting. Your talent is enough to make people admire you."

Fan Yi lowered his head, "My lord praises you absurdly."

"This king is really optimistic about you. Presumably, you will not disappoint this king. I just met you today. Why don't Mr. Xiaofan make another painting for this king."

Fan Yi raised his head and looked straight at Ji Lanshu with an inexplicable look in his eyes. He said softly, "The students should obey the prince's orders. However, the students today just want to see the world, and they are not prepared, which disappoints the prince."

Ji Lanshu smiled and said, "It's okay, there will be a painting competition later, you just go and participate."

This means that he must be drawn!Fan Yi was resentful and unwilling, but he could only respond: "Yes."

Ji Lanshu personally poured a glass of wine for the young man, and introduced to him: "This is Jinhua wine. It's not strong, and it's suitable for people who drink lightly."

Fan Yi had no choice but to stand up, and bowed to take it: "Thank you, my lord."

Ji Lanshu smiled and said, "Sit down quickly."

Hearing this, Fan Yi sat down, he was afraid that this scumbag would fill himself up again when he finished drinking, so he simply took the jug and put it in front of him, acting as a pouring boy.

One of the two deliberately led the topic, and the other was full of resistance and even absent-minded, and they chatted for a long time.

A jug of wine has bottomed out.

Ji Lanshu watched the expression on the young man's face gradually become blurred, but his posture was still upright, without any trace of disrespect.If he hadn't been paying attention to the young man, he might not have noticed that he was already drunk.

Ji Lanshu propped his chin with one hand, and asked Fan Yi, who was slightly drunk, the question he was puzzled by: "Fan Yi, did you misunderstand me?"

Fan Yi never expected that his drinking capacity was so bad, but after three or four drinks, his head began to feel dizzy.

Hearing Ji Lanshu's voice suddenly, the dull Fan Yi opened his wet almond eyes. After realizing what he asked, Fan Yi's consciousness was mostly awake, he smiled and tried to stabilize his voice: "My lord , Don’t worry too much. Students are just... not good at talking to people.”

Ji Lanshu nodded, reluctantly accepted the statement, and then asked: "Then, would you like to make friends with me?"

Fan Yi sneered in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Student status is low, I'm afraid Wuyan and the prince are considered friends."

Ji Lanshu waved his hand, "Mr. Xiaofan, there is no need to underestimate yourself. Since I have asked this question, I already regard you as a friend in my heart. In the future, if you encounter difficult things, I am willing to help you solve your problems."

He said: "At the book store that day, everything I said was true. With me, you don't have to be too cautious, just call me Ziyan."

Fan Yi was caught in a tangle in his heart, clamoring emotionally to ignore this idiot man!He just wants to lie to you!Let you go back to the old way of the previous life!Rationality is analyzing calmly: Ji Lanshu is a prince with a high position and authority, so it is not appropriate to offend him. Besides, this life has come back again, don't let the past influence your decision!

He looked deeply at Ji Lanshu, and said: "At today's literary fair, there are many talented people everywhere, and the students are just unknown..."

"Xiao Fan! We have found you!"

His words were interrupted by a sudden voice, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhu Wenxuan and several familiar young masters appearing on the path beside the pavilion.

Several people saw the person in the pavilion and immediately saluted: "The student has seen the prince."

Ji Lan shrugged off their courtesy, and smiled at Fan Yi: "Thank you, Xiao Fan, for drinking with me. If friends come to look for you, you should walk with them, just to get rid of the alcohol. Let's meet again another day. "

Fan Yi knew that Ji Lanshu was standing up for him, as for the nonsense about reuniting at another day, he had heard it.Even if the heart is divided, the reason cannot be discarded.He said goodbye to Ji Lanshu respectfully and left the pavilion.Walk to Zhu Wenxuan and walk out with them.

After walking away from the small pavilion, Zhu Wenxuan smiled at his friend, took Fan Yi to walk quickly, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Fan, why are you with the prince? But he treats you..."

Prince Chu's flair was well known to everyone, and Zhu Wenxuan was worried that he would be fooled easily because he was young and didn't know it.

Fan Yi shook his head and said: "I was wandering around, and I happened to meet the prince. The prince treated me with courtesy, not as others said. It made my brother worry."

Zhu Wenxuan was also concerned but confused. Looking back at Prince Chu's attitude just now, he realized that he had spread rumors, so he hurriedly said, "That's good! By the way, we will paint in the back garden later, and you can also paint a picture."

Fan Yi nodded, "OK."

As the name suggests, in the back garden, there are a lot of flowers, each with its own merits.

Before entering the garden, you can smell the quiet sweet-scented osmanthus. After you walk in, you can see everything that blooms in autumn.

Gorgeous hibiscus, delicate phalaenopsis, bustling crabapple, dazzling camellia... It can be said to be dazzling, embellishing the garden incomparably gorgeous.

Not to mention the chrysanthemum among the four gentlemen.

There is an artificially built Chrysanthemum Mountain in the garden, and all kinds of precious white peonies and clay gold incense are listed, which shows the grandeur of the owner of Dexin Garden.

In front of Chrysanthemum Mountain, there is a long table with rice paper spread on it, inkstones, ink sticks, pen brushes, and pen holders. In front of each inkstone, there is a handsome boy standing there, grinding for the painters at any time. .

In detail, 20 people can paint at the same time.

Even Zhu Wenxuan was amazed by the scene in front of him.

In a moment, most of the people had already arrived in the garden.

Zhao Juren saw that the time had come, so he walked to the high platform opposite the long case, and said to everyone: "A gentleman has six arts, you must be good at each of them. So, please be good at painting, please don't hesitate to teach me. This competition, the winner No.1 will get the only copy written by famous scholars from the previous dynasty."

When everyone heard the words, there was an uproar, and immediately someone stood up first and walked towards the long case.

Immediately after the second, third... No. 19.

Seeing this, Zhu Wenxuan pushed Fan Yi out, saying: "Go, Xiao Fan."

Fan Yi was staggered by the push, but quickly stabilized. He looked back at Zhu Wenxuan, saw the encouragement in the latter's eyes, nodded, and walked to the last position.

Since I have tried my best to come to the literary conference, I can't go in vain, can I?

Fan Yi closed his eyes and thought for a long time.After a while, I picked up the wolf brush, dipped it in ink, and started painting.