How to make a famous minister

Chapter 84

Hangzhou, early spring.Catkins had already started flying all over the city, and Fan Xuanchao started coughing again, and every time he went out, he wished he could cover his face seven or eight times.

Xiaoman was worried about his condition, even to the point where Fan Xuanchao himself felt that she was worrying too much.

"It's just a hay fever allergy, or rhinitis...don't be so nervous... well, you don't know what a hay fever allergy is." Fan Xuanchao scratched his head, "cover me with those two masks, it will be much better .”

Xiaoman was a little embarrassed, and said, "Is that something that girls only wear?"

I was so tired that I couldn't even wear a mask.Fan Xuanchao had no choice but to go out with his rubbed red nose.

At this time, the prefect of Hangzhou Lin didn't know that his life-like ledger had been stolen by Jin Yiwei, so he copied one and put it back.I just wait until the time comes to get the stolen goods together and punish him for the crime of corrupting the law.

At this time, he was still receiving Fan Xuanchao, who made his public appearance for the first time in the past few months, on the best cruise ship.

Almost all the dignified officials from Hangzhou came, and the whole boat was packed.There are even singers and dancers to add to the fun, singing and dancing, and the officials present are intertwined.

And Fan Xuanchao, who has been bedridden since he came to Hangzhou and finally "recovered from a serious illness" in the beginning of spring, is the important target of being drunk this time.

"Master Fan occupies a high position at a young age, and his future is limitless..."

"Master Fan is married..."

"Master Fan is really good at drinking! Back then, he won five yuan in a row. Why don't you learn poetry from Taibai and write a poem about fighting wine?"

"Is this the first time Mr. Fan has come to Hangzhou? Just in time to see the famous West Lake scenery..."

"Master Fan..."

"Master Fan..."

Du Kang poured it into his mouth cup by cup. Even Fan Xuanchao, who always thought that ancient wines had no alcoholic strength, couldn't stand it any longer. Yes. Han Yuan really feels guilty for delaying His Majesty's great trust."

What I want is that you delay business!

Although they thought so in their hearts, everyone said: "Master Fan has just recovered from a long illness, so he can't drink too much. After drinking this cup, we will remove the cup."

After drinking several "last cups" in a row, Fan Xuanchao's face was flushed from drinking, his eyes were hot, and his head was throbbing with severe pain.

Everyone laughed and said, "Master Fan was force-fed hard today, but it's a pity for this song and dance. We also specially invited Mr. Miyun to join in the fun."

Mr. Miyun?

Although his head hurts, Fan Xuanchao's hearing has not deteriorated.Where did this young master of Miyun come from?Fan Xuanchao couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Miyun, who is it?"

Prefect Lin smiled and said, "I thought Lord Fan was already drunk, but I didn't expect to wake up when I heard the name of Mr. Miyun. Quickly, send Mr. Miyun to come forward."

It was a beauty with black hair like a waterfall and a waist like a willow.Perhaps it can be said that Fan Xuanchao is one of the most beautiful men he has ever seen.

"Master Miyun?"

"That's right, I'm paying my respects to Lord Fan." Young Master Miyun bent over to salute, his untied hair was scattered on both sides of his body with his movements, like a precious cloak.

Fan Xuanchao sized him up and stopped looking after satisfying his curiosity, "Please get up."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be interested, Zhifu Lin immediately explained with a smile: "Mr. Miyun is well-known in the whole city of Hangzhou, and he plays the pipa superbly. When I came to Hangzhou, I had never heard Mr. Miyun's pipa, but What a pity."

Young Master Miyun also raised his head, stared at him without fear, and smiled.Fan Xuanchao raised his eyebrows, feeling amused, "In that case, please ask Master Miyun to play a song for us."

"It's a great honor for Miyun." Young Master Miyun sat down on the chair brought by the maid, and his attendants brought him a pipa.After trying out a few tunes at random, Mr. Miyun said, "I'm ready, I don't know what tune my lord would like to hear?"

"Then please start, the tune doesn't matter. I think Mr. Miyun can play it superbly no matter what kind of tune it is."

Miyun turned his head to think for a while, danced lightly with his fingertips, and played a song "Spring Tour" in an instant.The notes surged like water, rippling the ears of the audience, and almost everyone was not immersed in such a wonderful sound of nature.

However, only "almost".

Fan Xuanchao looked out of the painting boat, Xiaoman was standing behind him, lowered his voice, and said to him in a breathy voice: "It's all ready."

Fan Xuanchao nodded unobtrusively, his eyes fixed on Mr. Miyun motionlessly.

Coincidentally, the prefect Lin looked over, seeing his unwillingness to take his eyes off, he couldn't help stroking his beard, proud of his foresight, sure enough, no one like this could see Miyun and not be moved.

After Mr. Miyun played the song, Fan Xuanchao stood up and applauded, full of praise, "Mr. Miyun's pipa is indeed the best in Hangzhou. If I had known earlier, I would have visited even if I was sick."

Young Master Miyun returned the salute, and said softly: "Lord Fan is absurd, Xiaomin is just putting his heart into the pipa."

"With heart...with heart...how good it would be if everyone in this world treated the pipa with the same heart as Mr. Miyun did?" Fan Xuanchao seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to someone else.

Prefect Lin felt uneasy, and was impatient to hide the beating heartbeat, "Mr. Miyun's playing is still in the eyes of Mr. Fan?"

"It's my honor to listen to Master Miyun play a song." Fan Xuanchao said, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't know the rhythm, but I can hear the warmth of the spring breeze from the performance of Master Miyun. It can be seen that Miyun Young Master's skills have reached the point of perfection."

"Miyun is ashamed."

Prefect Lin immediately said: "Since this is the case, it is rare for Mr. Fan to come here. Why don't you invite Mr. Miyun to play a song for Mr. Fan?"

"Right on my mind."

Young Master Miyun was all smiles and was about to play when he heard: "Slow down." He couldn't help but stop.

Fan Xuanchao's expression was unpredictable, and the corners of his mouth had a slight arc, which made it impossible to see his emotions. Only a pair of black and white eyes revealed a cunning and a bit of complacency, "Since Mr. Miyun's song is dedicated to Played for me, can Han Yuan order a single song?"

He didn't order it just now, so what's the point of ordering it now?Although Mr. Miyun was puzzled, he still agreed with a smile.

Fan Xuanchao pondered for a few seconds, and said, "As a person, I like Xiang Yu's arrogance in refusing to cross Jiangdong the most. May I ask Mr. Miyun to play "Chu Han"?"

"Chu Han" is a famous song that was all the rage during the Wanli period, and it is also a famous song played by pipa.Mr. Miyun can't know any piece, it's impossible not to know this one. He thought he was going to embarrass himself, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to listen to the music. Mr. Miyun smiled immediately, and his ten fingers quickly fiddled with the pipa.

Holding a cup of sake in his hand, Fan Xuanchao walked to Mr. Miyun's side, seeming to observe him with great interest.But he raised his hand, raised his head, drank the sake in one gulp, and threw the cup viciously on the ground.

The wine glass shattered at the sound, startling Mr. Miyun's song stopped, and everyone looked at Fan Xuanchao.

Fan Xuanchao smiled, "Young Master Miyun, please continue, nothing should disturb your pipa."

Prefect Lin was about to say something, but just moved his lips, and saw a few figures rushing out of the surrounding painting boats and under the water of the West Lake.

He screamed, and took a few steps back in fright, but felt a chill on his neck, and was restrained by the servant serving behind him.

The sound of the pipa is high-spirited, and the sharp blade reflects the cold light. This small boat was singing and dancing just now, but in a blink of an eye it has become a hell on earth.

Amidst the intense sound of the pipa, Fan Xuanchao looked around and saw that all the officials were restrained by the Jinyiwei, he smiled with satisfaction: "Take them all back and keep them under strict supervision!"

Immediately, Jin Yiwei pressed the officials who were still struggling and yelling into Jin Yiwei's boat, and was about to be transported back to the guard for interrogation.

Here, Mr. Miyun played the instrument almost mechanically. He watched as the prefect Lin who was talking and laughing with him just now was taken away in disgrace. Those manpower even included a few of his benefactors.

These people who were taken over by Fan Xuanchao included almost all his backers.

So when Fan Xuanchao signaled that he didn't need to play any more, Mr. Miyun knelt down, "I beg Mr. Fan to take Miyun back."

Fan Xuanchao with a confused face: ...Huh?

Young Master Miyun said expressionlessly: "Master Fan almost took away my backers, so naturally Miyun can no longer stay in Hangzhou City. In that case, please bring Miyun back to the capital."

Fan Xuanchao tilted his head and thought for a while, "You are here in Hangzhou City. Although you have lost your support, you can still find it again. If you go back to Beijing with me, I'm afraid you won't even have any bones left."