How to make a famous minister

Chapter 72

The workload involved is really heavy, and Fan Xuanchao is inexperienced, so he often has to work very late.But every morning, he had to accompany him to record the court meeting of the day, and the emperor would check it frequently when he was working, so he couldn't be sloppy.

After the court, occasionally Zhu Youjian would invite him to have breakfast with him.However, Fan Xuanchao had been in Jingjiang for a year and was used to a light diet, but the imperial cooks in the palace were full of fire and oil, and they ate as much as they wanted every few days.

After being reminded by Cao Jin, Zhu Youjian suddenly realized, and changed the imperial cook.

This matter was known by the good speaker, and there was another wave of impeachment, and Zhu Youjian was thrown aside.Only now did the court know that Fan Xuanchao was favored so much, and they all looked sideways at him.Fan Xuanchao could only be more careful, not daring to make mistakes in his words and deeds.

Zhu Youjian also seemed to know about Fan Xuanchao's situation, and never did it again.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is a day for family reunion. This year's Fan Mansion is much more lively than previous years.Ma passed away the year before last, so nothing was done; last year Fan Jingwen and Fan Xuanchao were absent, so Zhang and Fan Xuanlang took care of things.This year, Fan Xuanchao came back, and Fan Jingwen's filial piety period also arrived, so he hurried, and finally returned to the capital before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The whole family was reunited. The entire Fan Mansion hadn't been so lively in the past three years. The servants all had smiles on their faces, and their work was much more efficient.Mrs. Zhang was even more happy, and gave the servant a month's money, which is rare.This time, they even had wind on their feet.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is naturally admiring the moon and eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and Fan Xuanchao found himself missing puff pastry mooncakes a little.Mrs. Zhang hugged Fan Xuanlang, and Fan Xuanchao poured Fan Jingwen a glass of wine.

"It's been a long time since I drank sweet-scented osmanthus, but I kind of forgot the taste." Fan Jingwen smiled and cleaned up. "This is brewed by your mother. It tastes milder than the Wang's shop."

Zhang Shi gave him a coquettish look, but after all, it was her husband who hadn't seen her for three years, and Zhang Shi just said: "It's fine if you don't like it."

"I like it, I like it, of course I like it." Fan Jingwen hastened to remedy.

Fan Xuanchao pursed his lips into a shameless smile, and found that Fan Xuanlang was covering his mouth and laughing secretly.Fan Jingwen bent his fingers, one by one, and tapped each on the head.

"Chao'er is old, why do you still treat him as a child." Mrs. Zhang wanted to stop him, but Fan Xuanlang protested, "Am I still a child?"

Mrs. Zhang patted his head, "Of course it is. In my mother's heart, you are still that five-year-old boy who lifts up his clothes when there is a disagreement."

The crowd burst into laughter, Fan Xuanchao still remembered Fan Xuanlang's sharp childish voice when he lifted his clothes - "I'm not a girl, I have a small breast!" - He will never forget it in his life.

The masters laughed, and the two concubines naturally laughed too, both agreeing. Aunt Zhai smiled flatteringly, but Aunt Zhong laughed awkwardly.

Fan Xuanchao noticed the little girl who had been hiding behind Aunt Di, it was Fan Jingwen's youngest daughter, his little sister named Fan Xuanzhi.She is also two years old this year, and she is soft and cute.

Mrs. Zhang was never angry when she was a child, and her aunt raised her well.Now she is naturally the same as her aunt treated her back then, she treated Fan Xuanzhi.It's just that Mrs. Zhang is still not as good as her aunt's bosom, and she didn't hold the child in front of her to raise it.This is also to fulfill their mother-child nature.

When Fan Xuanchao left, Fan Xuanzhi was still very small, and he didn't dare to touch him.Sure enough, the child changed three times a day, and now he looks a lot bigger, and his small arms and legs are also strong.So Fan Xuanchao beckoned, "Zhier, Zhier, come, come here."

The little girl looked at Aunt Di timidly, saw her nodding with a smile, then greeted Fan Xuanchao, and said softly, "Brother."

This child was born after Fan Jingwen returned to Ding You's hometown. He only received a letter from Mrs. Zhang telling him how he has grown up, but he has not seen it with his own eyes.

Now the child is in front of him, Fan Jingwen picked it up and weighed it, Fan Xuanzhi really didn't struggle at all, and obediently called "Father".

Fan Jingwen was having fun with the children, and then he said to Fan Xuanchao indifferently: "I have heard a lot about your deeds in Wuqiao these years, but when I came back to the capital, the first thing I heard was that you have little scruples in dealing with the current emperor. How rude is that?"

Fan Xuanchao was startled, knowing that no matter how good his own son was, in Fan Jingwen's heart, he was no match for the present day.I don't know if it's because of my small thoughts that he saw it, so I beat my heart and said: "No. It's just that I rarely see Your Majesty, and now I still think of him as His Royal Highness Xin Wang. Your Majesty wants me to get along as before. That's why... ..."

His son knew that Fan Jingwen was just asking symbolically, and he also knew that Zhu Youjian and Fan Xuanchao had a very good relationship.Last year, because of getting close to His Highness King Xin, Fan Jingwen lost the No. [-] Scholar position, and Fan Jingwen himself felt a little regretful.But this year Zhu Youjian took over, and Fan Jingwen even wrote to the British public, feeling that Fan Xuanchao did not know how many generations of good luck he had.

Although Fan Jingwen didn't care at all, he still reminded his son: "As an official, the bigger you become, the more you will be impeached. You will know in the future. Your uncle has received a lot of impeachments over the years. He also does his own way." .”

Fan Xuanchao was so speechless that even the British government impeached him casually.It is also possible to impeach whoever is arrested.

Fan Jingwen continued: "It's just that you are not a hereditary duke like your uncle, so you should take it easy."

Fan Xuanchao still remembers the first time he went to the exam, Fan Jingwen mumbled a lot of instructions, but when he became an adult, he said less.A lot of words are left for him to think for himself.

"I don't know what official position my father will hold when I come back this time." Fan Xuanchao changed the subject, and Fan Jingwen teased Fan Xuanzhi, while perfunctoryly saying: "Who knows?"

The atmosphere in Fan Mansion is warm, but Zhu Youjian is alone in the palace.Zhu Youjian remembered that there were droughts in the past few years, so he ordered that no large-scale banquets be held, and this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will be ignored.

The palace has its own sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Zhu Youjian doesn’t like these things that are greasy every day, so he puts them down after two bites. Thinking that Fan Xuanchao likes sweeter pastries, he ordered the little eunuch, “Give rewards to the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers from all the prefectures. Cake, sweet-scented osmanthus, and send another copy to Fan's residence."

Alas, the person didn't arrive, so I sent osmanthus cakes. Thinking that Fan Xuanchao would drink the osmanthus wine he gave, I don't know if he would get drunk.Drunk, could it be Qionglin's coquettish attitude after the banquet?

Probably not, after all, sweet-scented osmanthus wine has a mild taste, so it doesn't matter if you drink a few more glasses.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youjian asked someone to add some sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a holiday, so Zhu Youjian ate a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and drank a few cups of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing before going to bed, his mind full of the soft feeling of Fan Xuanchao holding his fingers.

Woke up the next day, terrified.