The solitary label is bright, elegant and proud, and it is the chrysanthemum that the scholars and people in the Central Plains love most. Chrysanthemums are not uncommon, and Danzhou, where Fan Xian stayed back then, is rich in this kind of flowers. Dan chrysanthemum tea is a famous product in Qing Dynasty. In recent years, Fan Mansion in Kyoto has bought many of them from his ancestors every year.
Because of this, Fan Xian is quite familiar with this kind of flower, and he often thinks about the little yellow flower shivering on the side of the cliff by the seaside in Danzhou. He knew that although chrysanthemums were hardy to the cold, Yuan Zhen's previous poems boasted that the flowers bloomed before and even had no flowers, but they were not winter plums after all. In such a cold late autumn weather, they should have withered and turned into mud long ago.
The carriage passed through the heavily fortified defenses at the foot of the mountain. Under the watchful eyes of the Ouchi guards and the imperial guards, several young people from the Fan Mansion got out of the carriage and climbed up the mountain road next to the autumn stream for a long time. The waterfall that was abundant in summer suddenly saw a temple built in the style of the Qing Temple appearing in front of the crowd, appearing on the cliff carved out of the rock like an axe.
The Hanging Temple is built next to the mountain, with the wooden pillars stacked up layer by layer, and the widest part is only about Zhang Xu. It looks like a thin layer of stickers, which were pasted on the straight cliffs casually. On the surface, the autumn wind in the mountains is very strong, whistling past, so that the viewers can't help but feel awe, and can't help but worry whether these winds will blow away the paper-like temple - it is said that this is the earliest temple in Qing Dynasty. A temple was built by the ascetic monks who believed in the temple, one brick, one stone and one wood. It took a total of hundreds of years to promote the supreme light of the temple and persuade the world to be good.
The temple has always been non-interfering in world affairs and is extremely mysterious, but it seems that it has been secretly affecting the ups and downs of this continent for thousands of years. In many rumors that have disappeared in the long river of history, one can vaguely see the presence of the temple. In addition, although the number of ascetic monks is small, they have always been very upright, and they are very popular among the people, so the status of the temple in the hearts of the common people is still quite high.
As the rulers, the royal family maintains considerable respect for the temples that do not affect themselves, but still have some mysterious influence. This kind of superficial effort is what politicians are best at, and it is also what they do. most willing to do.
Therefore, the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Conference held every three years by the royal family of the Qing Dynasty was held in the Xuankong Temple, which had become a rule. The Chrysanthemum Appreciation Conference, to a greater extent, is to harmonize the conflicts of interests among the children of the royal family and deepen mutual understanding, so as to avoid the situation where the fish dies and the net breaks. Assassination, Qingguo was in a terrible situation where he couldn't find a successor to the throne.
The royal family of the Qing Kingdom is currently underpopulated, so some in-laws and even the closest families of the royal family will be invited to participate in the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Ceremony. According to the practice in recent years, the two pillars of the Qin family and the Ye family are naturally one of them. The Qin family has considerable strength in the army, and the Ye family has been stationed in the capital for many years, and there is the only grand master of the Qing kingdom who is now in the open, and his status is a bit detached.
In addition, there are several old duke families who were enshrined at the founding of the country, and several new ones, such as the Ren family who replaced a remote princess—as for the Fan family, it is not because Fan The current power of the family, the power of the courtiers' family is not very placed in the hearts of the royal family, and it is not because Fan Xian married Wan'er, thus having such a sneaky relationship with the royal family - but because of the old man of the Fan family. The ancestor personally raised the two brothers, His Majesty and King Jing, and they are close, which is not what outsiders would say. In terms of personal relationship alone, the Fan family is the closest family in the royal family.
Panting, Fan Xian stood with his hips akimbo under the Hanging Temple. Looking at the dignitaries of the Qing Dynasty standing in twos and threes in all directions, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Where is this chrysanthemum?"
Fan Shangshu had already been invited to a place of shelter from the wind at this time. The older generation always had some privileges. The carriage was parked at the foot of the mountain, and all the guards were left outside the guarding range of the imperial army. There was only one man and two women left in the Iron Triangle. Lin Wan'er, one of the triangles, chuckled, pointed down the mountain and said, "Here it is."
Fan Xian was taken aback, and took a step towards the edge of the cliff. An annoying autumn wind blew in his face. He couldn't help but squinted his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and praised, "What a beautiful place."
The cliff on which the Hanging Temple rests is slightly sunken, like a shape, and the mountain road goes up along the side, so when he came up, Fan Xian didn't notice anything strange in the field beside the mountain road. , Looking down, the field of view is extremely wide, and I found that this mountain is full of chrysanthemums. The color of these chrysanthemums is much darker than ordinary varieties, golden yellow, and the shape of the petals is a bit narrow and long.
"Golden chrysanthemums are indeed in line with the royal style." Fan Xian stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the golden star-like flowers all over the mountains and plains, and praised: "It's such a strange phenomenon to bloom so fiercely in such a cold weather."
Lin Wan'er explained: "It's the goldenrod chrysanthemum. It is said that after the completion of the Hanging Temple, Gen Chen, the then Northern Wei master Tianyi, transplanted it here with his own hands. Since then, it has become a great wonder in Kyoto."
"Gen Chen?" Fan Xian sighed leisurely, "Could it be the grand master of Grand Master Ku He?"
"Exactly."
Fan Xian shook his head, still looking down the mountain, and after a few more glances, he realized that those chrysanthemums of different species were not very prosperous. The soil in the mountains is not fertile, so a chrysanthemum often grows several feet away, but at this time, the distance between the flower viewer and the mountains has been maximized, so a visual chrysanthemum is formed. Illusion, let people look, always feel that those dots of golden flowers have occupied every corner of the mountains, and against the mountains in late autumn, they look extraordinarily magnificent, and the weak flowers are majestic.
Someone has already come up to say hello, but because His Majesty was relatively indifferent to Fan Xian in the end, and Wan'er's status does not allow those young rich men to talk too much with Fan Xian about the topics that young people should talk about, so it was just a brief moment. After exchanging pleasantries, they separated again. While talking to everyone with a gentle smile, Fan Xian started to let go, feeling a little bored, subconsciously began to observe the surrounding environment according to his professional habits.
The Hanging Temple is in a lonely mountain, with cliffs behind it, and there is only one road up the mountain. Today, the royal family of the Qing Dynasty gathered here. Guard, as for those eunuchs with low brows and pleasing eyes, no one knows if there are any disciples and grandchildren of Eunuch Hong, but it's a little strange that Fan Xian didn't see the tiger guards, but with the current arrangement, it can be said to be watertight Don't talk about assassins, even if a mosquito flies up the mountain, it will cause a very headache.
He greeted Ren Shao'an with a smile, seeing the other party being dragged away in embarrassment, he also laughed in his heart, his father-in-law had resigned for a long time, and the original contacts were finally going to fade away. Looking up, Fan Xian couldn't help squinting his eyes. The most powerful people in the Qing Kingdom were all in this wooden temple at this moment, and it seemed that they could see the top floor from a distance, a figure in bright yellow clothes, Looking at the scenery from the railing, that person is naturally His Majesty the Emperor.
Looking up, Fan Xian had some inexplicable emotions in his heart, and suddenly he imagined a scene in a funny way - if at this time the Northern Qi people or the masters of Dongyi City burned this hanging temple, What will this world suddenly look like? Of course, he also knows that the capital is heavily guarded today, and it is impossible for such a thing to happen, but he still imagines very presumptuously that if he wants to climb this temple, he should choose those footholds and what kind of route he should choose in order to climb up the temple. Get to the top floor in the shortest possible time.
It's really just a professional habit.
An eunuch hurried over from the temple, and the young nobles on the empty ground in front of the temple hurried out of the way. The eunuch walked up to the three of Fan and said in a low voice respectfully: "Your Majesty passed on the tact." See you, my daughter."
Lin Wan'er was slightly taken aback, glanced at Fan Xian, and asked softly, "Eunuch Dai, are you just passing on me?"
Eunuch Dai is an old acquaintance of Fan Xian, and he also knew what kind of discussion would be brought about if Fan Xian had not been summoned to the temple in the spotlight. He secretly glanced at Fan Xian with guilty eyes, and said calmly. : "Your Majesty has no other will."
Fan Xian laughed, and said to Wan'er: "Then you go." After a pause, he said with a soft smile: "Uncle always loves niece the most, I know that."
Watching Wan'er disappear into the dark door of the Hanging Temple, Fan Xian squinted his eyes, said nothing, and led his sister to the other corner, ready to see the possibly unique scenery over there. Unexpectedly, someone refused to let him relax, and a slightly uneasy voice sounded: "Master."
Looking back, it turned out to be that girl Ye Linger. Looking at the other person's uneasy face, Fan Xian knew why. Ye Linger was going to marry the second prince next year, and the seemingly vindictive struggle between himself and the second prince , but in fact, it was bloody and violent in secret. Since the other party was Ye Zhong's daughter, how could she not know the real reason for it.
He looked at Ye Ling'er with a gentle smile, and said, "What are you thinking? Do you blame me for bullying your future husband too much?"
Seeing his calm expression, Ye Linger returned to her former calmness, spat with a smile, and said, "I'm still worried that you won't talk to me."
Ruoruo laughed at the side: "Where is this?"
Ye Ling'er sighed, and said: "I don't know where the second child is... I'm not used to having him alone on the card table in the future." At the mahjong table, the four people at the table were the sisters Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe, and the other two were Lin Waner and Ye Linger, a pair of close friends.
"It's not that you and Ruoruo gave money to Fan Sizhe and Wan'er." Fan Xian said with a smile: "The game is over, so you can lose less. It's too late for fun."
Just as he was talking, Qin Heng walked over from a distance, and before he got close, he shouted: "What are you talking about hiding here?" Seeing his loud voice, I am afraid that he deliberately wanted everyone in the venue to hear clearly. Xian wryly smiled and said, "I'm talking about mahjong tiles."
Qin Heng was in high spirits, patted Fan Xian on the shoulder, and said, "I'm good at this." He glanced around, frowned slightly and said, "The Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party... is an opportunity for His Majesty to let these wealthy children get closer. But so desolate?" With Fan Xian's current power in Xuntian, even if those people feel inferior to their status, they will always come to flatter them, and it is absolutely impossible to make them so desolate.
Fan Xian's face was quiet, and he replied: "I just learned today that this chrysanthemum can only be seen from a distance, not up close... You also know my temperament. I can't bear to talk to these people... As for getting close." He smiled. Get up: "I really don't have this interest."
The so-called Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party, in his view, is just a social place similar to the reception in the previous life, and a bit like a tea party, to show the relationship between each other and the royal family and to establish their status. It's just that for Fan Xian, he didn't even bother to rely on the majesty of the imperial power to declare his existence, so he found it really boring.
Qin Hengnian is already thirty, and he already has a wife at home, but the members of the Qin family must come to see the yellow flower every three years. He has seen it countless times, and he is already tired of it. Hearing what Fan Xian said, Couldn't help but nodded.
Today, the second prince and Prince Jing's son were not released from the palace by special orders, but were still under house arrest, so they did not come to the Xuankong Temple.
"Master, the scenery here is nice, let's make a poem." Ye Linger blinked those extremely clear eyes.
Every time Fan Xian saw the girl's gem-like shining eyes, he always felt that he was about to be dazzled, and subconsciously squinted his eyes, and replied, "Master, I have already said that I will no longer write poetry."
Ye Linger called him master, which can be seen as a little girl playing around, and this interesting story has already been spread in the capital, but it seems a bit funny that Fan Xian calls himself a master, Qin Heng and Fan Ruoruo couldn't help laughing.
Qin Heng jokingly said: "The little decree written by Mr. Fan in the Northern Qi Dynasty has become popular all over the world. Do you still want to hide it from us?"
Fan Xian felt a big headache, casually tossed the poem to meet the occasion, shook his head and said, "Don't spread it outside, I hate writing poems the most now."
Fan Ruoruo was bowing her head and reminiscing, "It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, and there are no flowers when this flower is fully bloomed." After two sentences, he suddenly heard his elder brother sigh, and couldn't help asking: "Why?"
"Because being chased and asked to write poetry is the most painful thing in the world."
Fan Xian spoke after a pause, and then laughed out loud under the bewildered eyes of the three people. The laugh was so happy, so private, and so thoughtless.
The dignitaries gathered in front of the Hanging Temple were drinking tea, reciting poems and gossiping. When they heard the laughter, they cast their eyes in astonishment. They saw the four young men on the edge of the cliff, and quickly recognized them. The identities of the four people can't help but feel a slight shock in my heart. Master Xiao Fan is famous all over the world, everyone knows, but he has already thrown the second prince off his horse, and now he is standing with the younger generation of Qin Ye's family. Could it be that What does this mean
Fan Xian didn't care about other people's gazes, but suddenly his nose twitched slightly, and he smelled the smell of fire, wondering if today's main meal is ham? He turned his head, but saw a trace of black smoke rising from the corner of the Hanging Temple, which was extremely difficult to catch the eye.
The five senses in the field were keen, so naturally he was the leader, but no one else noticed anything unusual, even the Ouchi guards who were guarding around did not respond.
And those people were still looking at the four young men standing against the wind by the cliff, feeling a lot of emotion and envy in their hearts.
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As soon as the autumn wind passed, the black smoke seemed to be pulled out, and suddenly became furious, and the blackness suddenly burst into flames, and Fan Xian's body was already swept towards the Hanging Temple with the gust of wind. past.
"Qin Heng, protect these two girls."
When the voice fell, he had already arrived in front of the temple. Looking at the fire that spewed out suddenly, feeling the high temperature rushing towards his face, he swung his palm and split a Ouchi guard who was throwing knives at him indiscriminately, cursing: "Eye! blind?"
The fire rushed up. Since the Hanging Temple was made of wood, the fire started very quickly. Those young dignitaries who participated in the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party screamed and hid everywhere, and they were in a state of chaos for a while. Although it was autumn and things were dry, the fire was too strange, and Gong Dian, the commander of the imperial army, was on the highest floor at this time, so the guards below were unavoidably flustered.
Fan Xian yelled at the guards and eunuchs, "Where's the gravel?"
As soon as he spoke, these people woke up a little bit. Knowing Fan Xian's identity, they began to follow his command and proceeded step by step in an orderly manner. First, they went to invite the elderly ministers on the first floor of the temple, and then hurriedly sent the guards upstairs. Escorting and passing on the message, at the same time, a dozen masters were separated, and they began to carefully deploy defenses around them.
The reaction was quick, and the actions were very neat. Although the dignitaries were terrified, the guards and eunuchs still mustered up their courage to put out the fire. After a while, they suppressed the flames downstairs. The elders including Fan Shangshu He took the opportunity to retreat from the first floor, but the stairs of the Hanging Temple are very narrow, and the messengers were very slow, so the people on the top floor could not retreat for a while.
Seeing that his father was safe, Fan Xian felt a little relieved, but he still had lingering fears. He didn't expect his previous fantasy to become a reality. If the fire really spread, the emperor who was enjoying the view on the top floor... might really die.
Someone must have set the fire. I don't know how the other party could hide his identity and enter the front of such a heavily guarded temple. It's just that the method of setting the fire was so poor that he discovered it.
The matter is definitely not that simple. Fan Xian forced himself to maintain his composure in front of the messy temple, analyzing the matter, but he still had no clue, but thinking that Wan'er was still on the top floor at this time, his mood was slightly confused, It was difficult to calm down, and there was an ominous feeling in his heart, but he didn't dare to go upstairs rashly at this time, for fear of being used by someone with a heart.
"Fan Xian, go up and escort him!" Fan Shangshu walked up to him and said coldly.
"Yes." Fan Xian had this intention for a long time, before he had time to study the elusive expression in his father's eyes, he led two guards with high martial arts skills to the top floor of the Hanging Temple, but he refused to take the stairs, but With a kick of both feet on the ground, the whole person turned into a black shadow, stepped on the extremely narrow cornices of the Hanging Temple, and climbed to the roof of the building like an extremely nimble ghost.