Fu Xiaoguan, wearing a green robe, sneaked out of the palace. Outside the palace, he boarded the carriage that Zhao Hou had already prepared. Zhao Hou drove the carriage straight to Sifang Tower in the wind and snow.
Fu Xiaoguan was in a good mood, like a bird out of a cage. He was eager to see the group of young men with whom he had been drunk before. No, they were no longer young men now. They had all become young adults, and many of them had already started families and become the backbone of Daxia.
Can we go back to the past?
He didn't know, but he was looking forward to it.
Those people are all his friends in this world. He doesn't want this friendship to change because of the difference in status. He hopes that they can still be like they used to, arm in arm, drunk together, talking nonsense together and sleeping together.
That kind of friendship is the purest, most genuine and most worth cherishing.
The carriage arrived at the Sifang Building. Fu Xiaoguan got off the carriage and went straight to the second floor.
In the private room on the second floor, Yan Xiwen and eight others were already seated. They were discussing the ups and downs of their rule. When Fu Xiaoguan pushed the door open and entered, everyone looked at him, then stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, we respectfully welcome you!"
The smile on Fu Xiaoguan's face gradually faded. He was extremely disappointed. "You guys are so boring!"
He walked over and said, "Your Majesty is a fart! I am now a Fu Xiaoguan, a small landlord in Linjiang!"
"I'm treating you to a drink tonight. We won't discuss state affairs, and we won't discriminate between high and low. If you still think I, Fu Xiaoguan, am your friend, then put that shit away and let's keep it simple, okay?"
this……
Yun Xiyan burst into laughter. "Brother Fu, what you said makes sense. I remember when we first met at the Jinling Jixia Academy, we went to eat hot pot arm in arm."
"Yes, that's the kind of feeling I want. Why are you still standing? Sit down, waiter, bring the wine!"
Everyone sat down. Yun Xiyan had been with Fu Xiaoguan for a long time, so he really let go.
Yan Xiwen understood Fu Xiaoguan, so he also let him go.
Qin Mowen and Ning Yuchun used to often go to Fu Xiaoguan for drinks in Jinling, and they also felt that the atmosphere was better this way.
However, Fan Tianning and others felt that this was somewhat against the rules - looking around the world, is there any other emperor who is so unreliable?
There is an order of seniority and distinction between the old and the young, and Fu Xiaoguan was not the emperor at that time!
Even though he became the Duke of Shengguo of the Yu Dynasty, a first-rank official, he was still not the emperor, so he could get along well with everyone.
But he is the real emperor now!
And he is the emperor of such a huge country!
And everyone present here is his subject!
Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents and Teachers, those are enshrined on the tablets. As the king of a country, is it really appropriate for you to get close to your subjects in this way?
As a result, the atmosphere at the table was a bit weird.
Yun Xiyan and others were chatting and laughing with Fu Xiaoguan, but Fan Tianning, Gongsun Ce and others could not relax at all. Apart from drinking, they said very little and were quite embarrassed.
On the contrary, Zhuo Liuyun gradually got used to this rhythm and thought that the emperor was cute, so he and Fu Xiaoguan drank three glasses of wine in a row and started talking.
After a few drinks, Fu Xiaoguan's face flushed slightly. He stood up, twisting the bottle, and came to Fan Tianning's side. "Old Fan, I'm not saying anything mean to you, but have you forgotten the literary gathering we attended in Guanyun City?"
"Drink up the wine in your glass, I'll pour you a glass, we can drink together as brothers!"
Fan Tianning drank the wine in his glass, and Fu Xiaoguan filled it for him. He also picked up the glass and said earnestly:
"Mencius said, 'The most valuable thing about knowing someone is knowing them; the most valuable thing about knowing someone is knowing their heart.'"
"I am Fu Xiaoguan, a small landowner from Linjiang. I want to speak from the bottom of my heart to everyone here. I know I am the emperor, but I have never truly considered myself an emperor."
"The emperor is known for his loneliness and power, but in reality he is the most pitiful person in the world. I don't want to be that kind of person, so I rarely use the word 'I'. What do I hope for? That all of you here will still be my best friends! That after retirement, we can go fishing, travel, and drink together!"
"I thought you guys could understand me, but look, you don't understand me. If you're like this, how can I dare to go to Jang Geum Castle to play with you after I retire?"
"The same goes for the rest of you. Gongsun Ce, back in the Yu Dynasty, it was me who got you into the Ministry of Commerce. You might be my old subordinate, but I've never really considered any of you my subordinates. You're just my friends."
"Friends, do you know? It seems that you are not clear enough. Come on, Fan Tianning, let's drink three cups first!"
Fan Tianning drank three glasses of wine with tears in his eyes. Only then did he realize that the emperor in front of him was different from all the emperors in history!
He really doesn't care about the power; he cares more about the brotherhood!
"Old Fu, I was wrong. Come on, I'll drink three cups as punishment!"
"When you retire, I don't know where you will live, but I will definitely bring my wife and grandchildren to visit you!"
"Okay, this is my good brother!"
Fan Tianning drank three cups and was a little tipsy. "I say, you were the best in the Wuchao Literary Contest back then. How about you write a poem for us now? What do you think?"
"Good!" everyone cheered.
Yan Xiwen laughed and said, "If Brother Fan hadn't mentioned it, we would have completely forgotten that you're actually quite good at writing poetry."
Fu Xiaoguan laughed, "I've said it before, writing poetry is the easiest thing in the world. Come, get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
Fu Xiaoguan shouted, and Liu Jin, who was outside the door, slid in. "Your Majesty, I am here. I will prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Your Majesty!"
"What are you doing here, you bastard?"
Liu Jin smiled coquettishly, "Hehe, I'm here to prepare brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone for Your Majesty!"
"Go quickly!"
Liu Jin brought out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and personally ground a container of ink for his master.
Fu Xiaoguan lifted his sleeves and stood beside the desk. "Today, we old friends are gathering together. I will write a poem for everyone on the theme of friendship, "Mo Yu'er, Remembering Where Everyone Was When We Were Young"
Everyone looked at Fu Xiaoguan who was writing in silence - after being an emperor for so many years, could he write poetry?
Fu Xiaoguan put pen to paper, still using the same ugly handwriting, and recited slowly:
"When I think back to the past, where were we all? We once shared a cup of wine at the Changting Pavilion.
After drinking, the travelers go home far away, and they cannot pick all the willows in the pavilion.
Gradually turning white.
When I offer you the wine, it will be after Qingming Festival.
The green branches are still the same as before. I ask the north and south of the river, is there anyone else who is as sorrowful as I am?
I couldn't keep it, so I forced myself to put it on the vegetable plate and stir-fry the leeks.
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How many times can we meet in this world and laugh together for a hundred years?
Putting down his pen, Fu Xiaoguan turned around and said, "This poem is a portrayal of our friendship."
"What I hope is that a hundred years of laughter will last forever, and a hundred years of friendship will be evergreen!"
"Come on, come on, drink!"
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