Wang Anshi gently pushed Fan Ning up and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid!"

This is not a question of whether to be afraid or not. If you want to write poetry and calligraphy, you will be embarrassed.

Helplessly, Fan Ning had to bite the bullet and kneel down to the emperor, "The little people pay homage to the emperor, wishing the emperor great blessings and longevity with the heavens!"

The last eight words were said by Fan Ning casually. After saying that, his face turned red, and he was far from being able to dominate the world for thousands of years.

Zhao Zhen didn't pay attention to what he was talking about, but was very interested in his identity, "Whose child are you?"

Fan Zhongyan stepped out and said, "Your Majesty, this child is the grandson of the minister, named Fan Ning."

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, "It turns out that he is the grandson of Mr. Fan, and he is indeed a handsome talent."

The dynasty that valued child prodigy the most in history was the Song Dynasty, and the emperor who liked child prodigy the most in the Song Dynasty was Zhao Zhen, the Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty. Because he had no children, he had a special liking for child prodigy.

At this time, Zhang Yaozuo gently pushed his grandson, and Zhang Chun also stepped forward and knelt down to salute.

Zhao Zhen looked at the two children. Although Zhang Chun was the nephew of the imperial concubine and he was his uncle, to be fair, he liked Fan Ning more. This child was dressed simply and had a confidence, indifferent and calm temperament that was revealed in his bones, which was far inferior to Zhang Chun.

Zhao Zhen smiled at Pang Ji again and said, "Pang Xianggong can choose any of these two children."

Of course, Pang Ji wanted to choose Fan Ning. Fan Zhongyan came with his grandson to celebrate his birthday thousands of miles away. How could he not give him such face? But Concubine Zhang is the favorite concubine of the official family. If he directly chose Fan Ning, he would offend Concubine Zhang.

Pang Ji thought for a while and said with a smile: "Both are talented prodigy, it's hard to choose! You can only choose those with higher talent. Today is the 60th birthday of Weichen. Let's ask the two children to offer a birthday poem!"

Zhang Yaozuo hurriedly said: "I heard that Mr. Ouyang's calligraphy is wonderful for a long time. I recommend Mr. Ouyang to record lyrics for his two children!"

Fan Ning almost laughed when he said this sentence. It turned out that this little friend Zhang's calligraphy was also very bad. No wonder Wang Anshi told herself not to be afraid.

Zhao Zhen's face looked a little ugly. He glared at Zhang Yaozuo with dissatisfaction, then smiled at Ouyang Xiu and said, "I'll just let Mr. Weng get drunk."

Ouyang Xiu was ashamed and hurriedly said, "I obey the order!"

Of course, the two of them wrote it themselves, but Ouyang Xiu copied it again, and they did not count the calligraphy of their two people.

Fan Ning sighed softly. In order not to embarrass his grandfather, he had to learn from famous poems again.

Fan Ning pondered for a long time, and suddenly he thought of a birthday greeting, which was very suitable for today's scene. It happened to be September 18th, which was simply a match made by heaven.

He picked up his pen and wrote: "Bu Suanzi? Quiet Chrysanthemums"

At this time, Zhang Chun also wrote it, but this was prepared in advance. Since he asked the child prodigy to offer his birthday, he wanted to write poems and dedicate it to the birthday boy.

Ouyang Xiu copied the words of the two without expression, and then handed them to Pang Ji. Pang Ji did not dare to read them, so he presented them to Emperor Zhao Zhen.

At this time, Ouyang Xiu quietly gave Fan Zhongyan a thumbs up, and the admiration in his eyes was revealed, and Fan Zhongyan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zhen had read the lyrics written by Zhang Chun this morning. To be honest, they were written very ordinary, but they were barely acceptable by a ten-year-old child.

Zhao Zhen put the lyrics written by Zhang Chun aside, and he looked at the lyrics written by Fanning in detail.

"Bu Suanzi? Quiet Chrysanthemum Sky"

The chrysanthemums are quiet and the rain of the sycamore trees is washed away.

The surrounding area is full of turmoil, and I wish you a birthday to celebrate it.

Wearing a thousand leaves on the top, and sprinkling with golden edges.

The fairy seeds of flowers in the evening festival are fragrant, people are willing to see them first

"Good word!"

Zhao Zhen slapped the table and exclaimed: "What a quiet chrysanthemum sky, washing away all the rain on the sycamore trees, and depicting the late autumn season to the fullest."

Zhao Zhen handed Fan Ning's poems to everyone. Everyone was aware of the goods and praised them. Pang Ji wore a yellow chrysanthemum on his head. Isn't it the yellow leaves on his head?

Zhang Yaozuo's face turned pale and couldn't say a word for a while. He really felt heartbroken as if he was making wedding dresses for people. He wanted to make tricks again, but the emperor was here. He hesitated for a long time and finally did not dare to turn against him.

But if he just let him admit defeat, he would be unwilling to give up and he would have to find the place back.

Zhang Yaozuo's eyes fell on Fan Ning. It was this little kid who stole the opportunity of his grandson, but he was Fan Zhongyan's grandson.

But he also knew that his grandson Zhang Chun was far inferior to Fan Ning and could not find the place. After thinking about it, Zhang Yaozuo had to jump out by himself.

Zhang Yaozuo walked out with a smile, "Fan Shaolang is such a child prodigy! Why don't I come and test you again."

Bao Zheng became alert in his heart. Zhang Yaozuo had no kindness. He was about to say he could stop him, but Wang Anshi gently pulled him and gave him a wink.

Bao Zheng followed Wang Anshi's gaze and saw Fan Zhongyan looking at his grandson with a smile, with his eyes full of expectations for him.

Bao Zheng immediately stopped saying a word. Fan Zhongyan trusted his grandson so much, so what could he worry about? He also looked at Fan Ning with hope.

Fan Ning bowed slightly and said calmly: "Please give advice from the father-in-law!"

Zhang Yaozuo started his business with his daughter and was vulgar in literature. He liked couplets very much, which was the only thing he could do.

Zhang Yaozuo raised his eyebrows and gently picked up the mouse's beard and said, "Let's be the same! I'll give you the first couplet, and you will be the same. If you can match it, I will admit that you are better than my grandson."

Fan Ning smiled slightly and responded calmly, "It is better to obey orders than respect, please tell me!"

Zhang Yaozuo's eyes slowly narrowed, shook his head and said, "There is a painting in my mansion. Two monkeys are logging wood in the mountains. I will use it to draw the first couplet. Fan Shaolang heard it, two apes cut wood and rolled stone mountain. How dare the little monkeys saw each other (sentence)."

Everyone glared at Zhang Yaozuo and actually lent a couplet to insult a child. It was so disgusting.

At this time, Fan Ning said calmly: "The rain in the Jianghuai River a few days ago. I saw a horse stuck in the mud on the road and it was difficult to get out. Why not use this scene to express the second couplet to the lower couplet and ask the father-in-law to listen to it. A horse is trapped in the mud river, how can an old animal come out (question)."

As soon as the second couplet came out, the officials around him burst into laughter. Bao Zheng laughed so hard that tears came out. He gave a thumbs up, and the slap was so relieved.

Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and smiled. Zhang Yaozuo just said that he was humiliated in front of the official family. He didn't want to bother with him, so it would be best if he asked his grandson to slap him in the face. However, you can't care about a child!

Zhang Yaozuo's face turned red and white, and he really couldn't come to Taiwan. In the end, he had to swell and glared at Fan Ning fiercely, and stepped forward to pull his grandson up and slipped away in shame.

Zhao Zhen also smiled but said nothing. The father-in-law clearly brought humiliation to himself. This is not to blame others. He didn't care, but he became really interested in Fan Ning and asked again: "Where is your hometown?"

"Xiaomin's hometown Jiangwan Village, Wuxian."

Zhao Zhen nodded, "By the way, you are the grandson of Mr. Fan, and your hometown is of course Wuxian. Can you write another poem describing your hometown?"

Fan Ning had no choice but to secretly accused him of the crime in his heart, "Brother Lu, I'm really sorry, I'll borrow the Imperial treasures again."

He took a few steps and, under the attention of countless famous scholars and officials around him, he slowly chanted:

Don’t laugh at the farmers’ wax wine, and keep guests in good times for a good harvest.

There is no way out when the mountains are heavy, and there is another village when the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

The flute and drum follow the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you are willing to ride the moon, you will always knock on the door with your cane.

After he finished reciting, there was a burst of applause in the lobby. Ouyang Xiu couldn't help but cheer loudly, "What a mountain and water that is full of mountains and rivers, there is no way out, and there is a village with dark willows and flowers. It's really amazing!"

Fan Zhongyan couldn't stop laughing. As soon as this poem was released, the reputation of his grandson's prodigy became stable. He really gave himself a face!

Bao Zheng patted his shoulder and sighed: "Old Fan, I really envy you for having such a grandson!"

Zhao Zhen stroked his beard and was amazed, "Little Fanning, your hometown is so good, I really want to go and take a look."

"If Your Majesty goes to my hometown, I will cook bacon for Your Majesty!"

There was another burst of laughter in the lobby. Zhao Zhen loved Fan Ning very much. He turned around and asked Fan Zhongyan, "Why don't you let Sun take the Boy Clinic?"

Fan Zhongyan quickly bowed, "He has a weak foundation in scriptures and is not good at calligraphy. It still takes time to practice. If you lay a foundation for a few more years, the Weichen will let him take the exam for the Boy School."

Zhao Zhen looked at Fan Ning and said slowly: "I hope I can read your poems and essays one day earlier in the court."

"Fanning will definitely not disappoint His Majesty."

Zhao Zhen thought about it, then took off a string of purple jade bracelet from his wrist and handed it to him, "I will give you this one, and I will give you another word for it."

"Thank you for your reward!"

Zhao Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "Your name is Fan Ning. Zhuge Liang said in the "Advising Your Son" that you cannot be clear about your ambitions without being indifferent, and you cannot be far-reaching without being calm. I will give you the word "Zhiyuan". From today on, you are also called Fan Zhiyuan."

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Chapter completed!