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Chapter 98 [The Holy Son overwhelms the Holy Daughter, whoever is above and who is below] (seeking the first order)
The carriage continued to drive steadily towards Prince Jing's mansion.

This carriage was designed and supervised by Fan Zui himself. In addition to its sturdiness, sound insulation, comfort and softness, it is the best in the world, and it also contains many hidden weapons.

It can change various forms, it can be a carriage or a house, and it is very useful when sleeping in the wild.

The cost of the construction alone is enough to be worth the hard work of the prime minister of the dynasty for a hundred years. If this is known to others, in addition to seeking pleasure in the future, there will definitely be another crime of embezzling military pay and enriching one's own pocket in the memorial to him.

Fan Zui lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced outside, there was still some distance to Prince Jing's Mansion, but if the road was unimpeded, it would be another incense stick of time.

"Brother, recently someone has been spreading rumors everywhere, saying that those books were written under your pseudonym, and many people have already believed it."

After Ruo Ruo managed to calm down the restlessness and anxiety in the deepest part of his heart, he finally remembered the business that he was planning to report to his brother, so he said.

Fan Zui put down the car curtain to block out the smell of biscuits on the street, then said indifferently:
"It's okay, they can say whatever they like, Zhou Shuren's writing dirty books has nothing to do with me, Lu Xun."

Ruoruo looked at the expression on his elder brother's face that he didn't care about killing him, hesitated for a moment and said:
"However, apart from the uninformed people outside, including my close friends in the boudoir, they all now believe that you wrote those books."

"Huh? Why are they so sure and sure?" Fan Zui was stunned for a moment, so he didn't understand, so he asked.

Ruo Ruo hesitated to speak and finally said truthfully: "They said that only a graduate student like my brother who stays in the brothel day and night can write such detailed and touching books."

"I... rely on..."

Has the word postgraduate changed its flavor now, or is he too backward, why do you feel that this noble word seems to have another layer of more profound meaning in the mouths of these so-called boudoir close friends?

When the carriage passed by the bustling common people's daily trading market, Fan Zui asked someone to buy some persimmons and candied haws.

As a newly promoted second-rank general of the imperial court, with a heavy army of 50 to guard the country, it is natural not to be too shabby to be a guest at Prince Jing's mansion.

You can't just rely on your power to eat and drink for free, at least you have to bring some decent gifts.

Persimmons are very good. A few days ago, the price was one copper coin per catty, but recently the price has increased by two copper coins per catty.

Such an expensive thing came to visit as a gift, presumably the son of Prince Jing would be happy to receive the persimmons.

After all, gifting persimmons to the son is also a perfect complement.

At this time, the poetry meeting in Prince Jing's Mansion had already started, and it had been going on for a while, and many poems appeared.

However, everyone still did not see the figure of the young general.

Earlier, when they learned that the young general, who was always known for his extravagance, lust and pleasure, was stuck in traffic with the Minister of Rites on the road, everyone was quite surprised and shocked.

It wasn't until later that he learned that he had sent someone to carry away Guo Youzhi's carriage, the Minister of Rites, and embedded it behind the narrow alleyway, and each of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Even if someone said: "How can such an insane person write any poems? I'm afraid that waiting for him will disturb the interest of you and me in writing poems. It's better not to wait."

"Seeing that the poetry meeting is almost over, why don't people come? This Fan Zui's airs are too big, right?"

Some people hope that Fan Zuilai can step on Shi Cai and show his identity and position to serve under the Prince's command.

But at the same time, some people hope that this bastard who only writes about the joys in the room will not come, because it will only disturb the interest of this rare poetry club.

Although many people here have read the famous book called "the treasure of the boudoir" by many people no matter what the purpose is in the dead of night, they are naturally unwilling to admit that they have read it in front of outsiders. Pass a page and a half.

In terms of martial arts, it is naturally impossible to surpass the young general who has always been known for his violence.

There have long been jokes about the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son in the Jianghu. In order to be able to fight against the legendary Ninth-Rank Master Holy Maiden who is the youngest in the Northern Qi Dynasty, many people in Nanqing also called Fan Zui the Holy Son of Nanqing.

So this is the origin of the saint son of the south and the saint daughter of the north. I don't know when these two people are lucky enough to meet and get together.

Of course, in fact, a large part of Nanqing people are still unwilling to treat Fan Zui as a holy son.

It's not because of vulgar excuses such as envy, jealousy and hatred, but simply because, in which country have you ever seen a holy son who runs to the brothel every day and takes the brothel as his home?

The Holy Son is not holy, so how can he crush the Northern Qi Holy Maiden so hard?
Therefore, not only the Jianghu people in Nanqing, but also those so-called patriotic or good-for-nothing people in Northern Qi are absolutely unwilling to put the saint of their own country together with that bastard who can only write pornographic books and live in a brothel on a par.

"I know that there are many more literati today than usual, so is this young general who can only study the pleasures of the boudoir afraid and dare not come?"

Someone suddenly booed and said, and the conversation and laughter immediately aroused a lot of sympathy, and everyone felt that the young general might not dare to come today.

"General Fan is here!"

Suddenly, many literati and women sitting in the hall talking about poetry and writing lyrics heard voices from outside the hall.

After a moment of silence, they began to whisper to each other again. Unexpectedly, this general, who only knows how to enjoy himself, still came.

Someone saw Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng get up and walk out of the hall after hearing the voice, so he sighed rather speechlessly:
"His Royal Highness personally went to greet him outside the door, you really think highly of him."

Compared with the jokes and sarcasm just now, the words were inexplicably more bitter and envious and jealous.

"Guess who will come out on top in today's poetry competition?"

"It's hard to say. According to my opinion, it might be this General Fan who came late, right?"

"That's right, that's right, I think so too. If he presents a boudoir poem on the spot that can rival those boudoir joys, maybe he really won the top spot."

"Hahaha……"

Before the people arrived, many people had already started making nasty jokes about the young general who had recently sparked heated discussions because of several famous books.

"Guo Shao, people are coming!"

On a soft sleeper somewhere in a corner of the poetry club, a fat man who was full of bloat but not fatal was sitting quietly.

After hearing the voice outside the hall, a look of anticipation and incomparable hatred finally appeared on his face.

This is the editor of the Eastern Palace who proposed a "martial contest" with Fan Zui at the gate of Yishiju a few days ago, Mr. Guo Baokun and Guo Gongzi.

He came today with an illness, just to give Fan Zui a slap in the face at the poetry meeting with the help of the excellent poems and lines he had prepared.

In order to please everyone's heart and avenge his shame, he summoned seven talented scholars from Kyoto to help out today.

He didn't believe it anymore, that guy Fan Zui could write very well, which is the book of the boudoir that he, Guo Shao, liked quite a lot, and he could also write poems that were unrivaled in the world.

Today, Fan Zui must make a big somersault on the Dao of Poetry, which is enough to spread throughout the entire capital!
(End of this chapter)