The development of the matter did not exceed Fan Xian's expectations. The Grand Master of the Qing Dynasty who traveled around the world like a lonely bird still did not return to the capital. The Ye family accepted the arrangement silently and was forced to fight against the defense of the entire capital The system is separated. Of course, in the arrangement of the middle and lower levels, they still have some strength left, but they have been unable to make too much waves, and have lost the power to directly influence future government affairs.
If Ye Liuyun really returns to the capital after this incident, the austere and kind emperor in the palace will definitely show his most ruthless side, and try his best to damage the national strength of the Qing Kingdom, and also want to eliminate the Ye family directly. Lost—a family that controls the capital of the capital and is about to marry the prince. The most important thing is to have a great master as a solid backing. As long as there is even the slightest hint of retaliation, it must be suppressed forcefully.
In the end, Ye Liuyun did not return to Beijing, which showed that the Ye family had no choice but to accept the current situation. Of course, His Majesty will not embarrass the Ye family too much because of Ye Liuyun's face and the loyalty of the Ye family that has not really weakened. Ye Zhong is still stationed in Cangzhou, and his rank and military achievements have not weakened, and his rewards are even better than before.
Even the somewhat lovely palace Dian from Zhilu, for committing such a serious crime, His Majesty did not punish him severely, but deprived him of all his military posts, beat him thirty court sticks, and demoted him to civilian.
The Ye family was very wronged, but for the sake of the stable future of Qing Kingdom, they had no choice but to make sacrifices. Fortunately, they could take the opportunity to stay away from the right and wrong place of Kyoto, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
In fact, the most disappointed ones should be the eldest princess who is far away in Xinyang, and the second prince who is now under house arrest in the mansion.
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"It's ridiculous." Fan Xian couldn't help but shook his head as he looked at the academy newspaper Mu Tie sent. The defense of the capital after the Ye family's temporary retreat is a matter that everyone in the court is staring at now. The post of defense in the capital has fallen into Qin Heng's hands without any surprise. The two positions that had always been held concurrently by one person were divided into two by His Majesty.
According to the news from the palace, the minister of imperial guards should be under the temporary supervision of the old eunuch Hong.
And the post of commander of the imperial army... turned out to be the eldest prince!
The absurdity that Fan Xian said was aimed at the emperor's appointment. In the history of this time and space, there have always been very few precedents for a prince to be the commander of the imperial army. What is the reason? Wasn't it because he was afraid that those daring princes would use their soldiers to rebel! But the emperor chose to hand over the command of the imperial army to the eldest prince, and there was a prince in the East Palace. What was the emperor thinking? The eldest prince's biological mother, Ning Cairen, was from Dongyi, and logically speaking, this great person would not be his turn anyway.
Mu Tie didn't dare to answer, and reported to Fan Xian about a recent job. Seeing that Mr. Tisi seemed a little tired, he hurriedly left.
"Teacher, take a rest." In private, Shi Chanli was still accustomed to calling Fan Xian a teacher, not an adult. Seeing Fan Xian's obviously lacking energy and blood, he said distressedly: "Your Majesty has made a decree, You are not allowed to ask about the hospital affairs for three months... It is obviously to let you recover from your injuries, but you just refuse to listen."
The sect master's holy family is extraordinary, and as a student, he is also a little faintly proud.
Fan Xian shook his head, and scolded with a smile: "You don't stay in Baoyuelou, what do you mean by running around in my study every day?"
Shi Chanli smiled wryly: "That place... It always feels a bit wrong to stay there."
Fan Xian smiled, drove him out, and asked him to call Deng Ziyue in by the way.
When Deng Ziyue entered the study, Fan Xian's face immediately turned serious, and he asked, "What conclusion did the courtyard draw on that assassin in white?" Although he knew that it was impossible for him to dig out the secrets in Chen Pingping's heart. But it is a pity to put resources that are almost completely similar to the old cripple and not use them for guessing riddles.
Deng Ziyue shook his head, and said: "Although your Majesty called out the other party's identity at the Hanging Temple...but." He smiled wryly: "Your Excellency, you also know that Your Majesty is not a martial artist, so his words are naturally inaccurate. Si Gu Jian was indeed There is a younger brother, but he has been missing for many years, and everyone in the world is wondering if he was killed when Sigu Jian captured Dongyi City. So the courtyard has always expressed its objections cautiously."
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback. It was a little surprising that the Overwatch Council didn't smooth out this tail under Chen Pingping's inducement, or did Chen Pingping believe that the true face of the shadow could not be guessed, so she simply didn't do these tricks
"But..." Deng Ziyue said the second but, showing embarrassment, "But since His Majesty said that he is Si Gu Jian's younger brother, we courtiers can't object directly, especially if you don't know what His Majesty said casually. It involves the development of the court in the next few years."
Fan Xian laughed. The Qing Kingdom is known for its military prowess. Last year he was assassinated on Niulan Street. His Majesty took this opportunity to send troops to the north and returned after occupying a large area of land. As a result, all the courtiers are now accustomed to the emperor. Your Majesty's hobby of making excuses to fight wars, dare not pretend to be smart.
Regarding the matter of the Hanging Temple, it stands to reason that Fan Xian should go to the Overwatch Council to interrogate the young eunuch and see the assassin's body, but he knows how muddy the water is here, and he is still thinking about whether he should get involved Another reason is that in his current physical condition, all his relatives, including his father, would not allow him to leave the house.
He didn't dare to come out himself, Master Fan, who cherishes his life like gold, now has all the zhenqi in his body, and he doesn't know when he will be able to recover it. Apart from being extremely disappointed, he is even more cautious about his personal safety.
Of course, Fan Xian would not disclose his real situation to anyone.
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The study door creaked and was pushed open. The guards outside the door did not respond. Fan Xian lay on the bed and turned his head to look. It was indeed Wan'er and his sister.
Deng Ziyue saw the angry expression on the lady's face, and knew that he should go, so he saluted, and then retreated respectfully. So much so that Fan Xian wanted him to speak on his behalf to rumors that Bingyun would come to the house, but he didn't have a chance to say it.
"It was agreed to take good care of the injury, but I don't want to worry about it." The two aunts and sisters cooperated skillfully and began to change and feed him the medicine, while still persuading him.
Fan Xian smiled bitterly: "It's probably because the name wasn't chosen well, and I can't be free."
Why can't you just be idle? Ever since Fan Xian left the palace and returned home, the Fan Mansion has immediately become the busiest family in Kyoto. Officials from the three courtyards, three temples and six divisions have been coming to visit Mr. Tisi's condition all day long, and countless dignitaries have visited the gate Today, the ministers, regardless of faction, came to express their goodwill. On the South Long Street in front of the Fan Mansion, there were black carriages like clouds, and gift boxes kept flowing like dragons.
People who came to Fan's mansion could give them all kinds of precious medicines. Where did Fan Xian eat these by himself? Except for some really valuable raw materials, the rest were disposed of in Baoyue Tower.
The assassination of the Hanging Temple made Fan Xian the most popular minister in the Qing Kingdom again, and compared to his sudden rise to become the chief inspector of the Overwatch Council, this time he had the merit of saving him as the cornerstone, which seemed much more solid and stable. It made the officials of the Qing Kingdom fear three points.
None of the officials were blind or deaf. After Fan Xian was injured, he was kept in the palace for so many days. According to the news from the palace, His Majesty didn't seem to have slept much the night Fan Xian was treated. Only Chen Pingping, a widowed old man, can compare.
When many people were cautiously flattering the Fan family, how had they ever been completely convinced in their hearts? Especially those brave young men, they couldn't help being jealous of Fan Xian's good luck. Why wasn't he by His Majesty's side when His Majesty was assassinated
"I got a lot of money back home." Fan Xian was serious, not joking. In his previous life, a district or county magistrate got sick, and at least tens of thousands would be spent, not to mention that he was in this situation. The ministers at other levels are again offering bribes to the Qing Dynasty, which is becoming more and more superficial.
"It's just a pain for the master." Lin Wan'er smiled lightly, and fed him a mouthful of medicine like coaxing a child. She was born in a noble family, so of course she didn't care about the flattery of those courtiers.
Fan Xian, who was recuperating from his wounds, had no mood to receive those officials who were called to see a doctor, but these officials had their own backgrounds, so he had to suffer from Mr. Fan Shangshu. Part of the time is actually used to greet guests.
Fan Ruoruo complained: "These people don't say anything when they come here once, but they come back again and again. They're not afraid of being annoying."
"The ministers are still fine." Lin Wan'er suddenly thought of something, her face showed admiration, she looked at Fan Xian and said with a smile: "The most frightening thing is that imperial physician. This old man is really a very patient person. He came four times, but you refused to see him. In the end, even His Majesty sent him a message that you would not enter the imperial hospital, but he still refused to give up. This is not... I just heard from everyone in the rattan that the imperial physician is coming back today. Here I am, I am sitting in the study in that wing, and I just refuse to leave. A cup of tea has been drunk into clear water, and the master even makes a face, but he just pretends not to see it."
She sighed, "What a powerful person."
Fan Xian gave a wry smile. Although he didn't say anything, he also admired the thick-skinned Imperial Physician Zheng, who was the number one in the Qing Dynasty. That night in the palace, at first the imperial physician had no confidence in his medical skills at all, but it didn't affect him secretly staying in the Guangxin Palace to spy on and steal the teacher. After he discovered Fan Xian's wonderful medical skills, he even He made up his mind to drag Fan Xian to the Imperial Hospital, at least let Fan Xian pass on those "strange medical skills" to him. With a firm mind, he came to the door repeatedly and never left. The rogue methods are really different.
In the eyes of doctors in the Qing Kingdom, surgery is naturally miraculous, but Fan Xian knew that he was only lucky at the time, and there were some key problems, which made this science very rare in today's world. Difficult to promote.
He tilted his head and glanced at his younger sister who was carefully adjusting the lace around his wound, and suddenly thought of some possibility, but immediately shook his head.
The three of them stayed in the study, and the atmosphere was just right. Unexpectedly, someone knocked lightly on the door, and Fan Xian frowned.
"There is a visitor." The servant outside the door reported respectfully.
Now even Lin Wan'er frowned, and said, "Didn't you say you won't see anyone?"
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Fan Xian looked at the Eldest Prince who arrived uninvited with a wry smile on his face, and said, "How convenient it is to be in the palace. Your Majesty didn't go to visit me in the Plum Garden, why did you come today?"
Lin Wan'er also pouted and said strangely: "Brother, there are so many people in the house now, why are you here to join in the fun?"
The eldest prince looked at her helplessly. This younger sister was grown up by him. She has only been married for about a year, and her thoughts are all on her husband's family: "There are so many things to say." After a few words of bickering, the eldest prince was helplessly defeated, and said in a deep voice: "The eldest princess also came with me, and she was talking to Mrs. Fan at this moment, sister Chen, go and have a look. "
The eldest princess he was talking about was naturally the woman who came all the way from Northern Qi to get married. Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, but he did not expect that this pair of men and women would develop such a relationship before marriage, and the palace allowed them to grow up. Going in and out in pairs, and thinking of the several conversations I had with the eldest princess on the way back, I couldn't help being slightly startled.
Lin Wan'er and Fan Ruoruo were also extremely curious about the foreign princess who only knew her name but never saw her, and knowing that His Highness must have something to say to Fan Xian, they got up and left.
The study became quiet, Fan Xian raised his right hand slightly, motioned for tea, and said softly, "Congratulations, Your Highness."
The congratulations are naturally that the other party has been appointed as the commander of the forbidden army. The eldest prince raised his eyebrows, then relaxed immediately, and said lightly: "Why do you like it? This king was originally the General Zhengxi."
Fan Xian smiled: "Although it is downgraded by two ranks, how can the center of the Forbidden Army be the same as the Border Yin Mountain?"
The eldest prince glanced at him, wondering if he was hiding some other meaning when he said this, and said after a while: "This king... I don't want to be the commander of the imperial army, I would rather go to the north to replace Yan Xiaoyi."
Fan Xian shook his head, thinking that His Majesty would keep Yan Xiaoyi far away, feed the Ye family to death, and guard against that crazy woman in Xinyang. Of course Yan Xiaoyi would be happy if you went to the north, but His Majesty would Very upset.
"Don't tell me, His Majesty came to see me as a patient today, and what he wanted to talk about was his dissatisfaction in the workplace." He chuckled softly, "I can be a competent listener."
"It's not just the audience." The First Prince stared into his eyes, although he didn't understand what the word "workplace" meant, "I would like to ask you to help me with this."
Call yourself me, not the king.
Fan Xian noticed this change, and began to feel a little nervous. It seemed that this eldest prince with Dongyi blood was seriously... asking himself for help.
God!
He sighed resentfully from the bottom of his heart, looked at the First Prince and said, "Your Highness, the Commander of the Forbidden Army is such a critical position. Your Majesty trusts in your loyalty to make this arrangement. As a subject, Fan Xian, how can he speak recklessly?"
The eldest prince shook his head: "Fan Xian, to be honest, I didn't think much of you when I returned to Beijing. When I was in the west, I heard that there was a poet in the capital, but I am a general, and I never believed in these romantic stories. How can it be of any help to the people of the world and the court..."
He then changed the tone: "However, after returning to Beijing for a few months, I can see that you are ruthless but gentle and pure, and you are especially talented when you are full of wit. Not to mention that you made the second child very uncomfortable, just talk about the hanging temple. This one incident has greatly changed my perception of you..."
"And in the palace, you were able to heal your dying wound." The dark-faced prince said solemnly: "Now I really can't think of anything in this world that can hinder you. So this matter , you must help me."
Facing countless top hats, Fan Xian fell silent. Chen Pingping once said that the eldest prince in front of him was different. He deliberately stayed away from the court since he was a child. The old ghost of Dao abruptly wanted to drag him into the muddy water, so it was no wonder that he wanted to resist in his anger.
And the eldest prince's power is mostly in the military, and there are indeed no talents in the court's strategy, but the other party has found him, which is really unexpected.
Although Fan Xian was really happy to see one of these "brothers" maintain a rare open-mindedness and clarity, and he also sympathized with the other party's current situation, but he still shook his head resolutely: "Your Highness, don't dare If you have to do it, you really can't, Fan Xian is only a courtier after all, it is impossible for the Overwatch Council to discuss government affairs indiscriminately."
The eldest prince sighed, he was presumptuous and even risky in coming here today, but he just looked around the capital, besides Fan Xian, who else could he go to? Could it be that he could only go to Chen Garden once more after all
"Your Majesty has made up his mind, and no one can change it. I don't think His Majesty will have to go to Chen Yuan again. But I am a little curious. How did His Majesty come today... How did you make the decision? In your eyes, I should not be a person A benevolent minister who is kind to others." Fan Xian seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking.
The eldest prince drank the fragrant tea in the cup slowly, and said, "Fan Xian, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. Don't forget, I was also in the Hanging Temple at that time... It's up to you to save my younger brother first, and then save me." Father, I knew you were a trustworthy person."
Fan Xian was silent. He didn't expect that the values formed in that world would make both the emperor and the eldest prince have an inexplicable trust in him.
The First Prince came today to express his attitude to the Overwatch Council, and also hoped to get some useful tips from Fan Xian, but since the other party remained silent, he couldn't be too rash. With Wan'er as a bridge in the middle, if the situation in Beijing and China really changes in the future, I don't expect the Overwatch Council to help me, but if Fan Xian can disclose some useful information, that will be enough.
"I heard that the imperial physician has been here several times?"
He changed the subject awkwardly. His years of horse riding made him a little unclear about the curve above the officialdom.
Fan Xian laughed inwardly, and explained: "He wanted me to work in the Imperial Hospital, but after being refuted by His Majesty, he wanted me to teach students in the Imperial Hospital."
It was just a small talk, but the eldest prince became serious and said, "Fan Xian, I also think you should go to the imperial hospital. I also stayed outside the Guangxin Palace that night. I knew your medical skills from the serious expressions of those imperial doctors." It's really amazing."
He asked curiously: "Actually, many people in Beijing are surprised. How dare you let Miss Fan do something in your stomach? Those imperial doctors have already blown you up like a fairy."
Fan Xian responded with a wry smile: "Don't believe them, everyone knows that Fei Jie is my teacher... If they were allowed to dig graves every day to admire corpses and disembowel corpses soaked in corpse water when they were four years old, they would I will also have this ability."
"So that's it. It seems that the word genius is not enough to explain anything." The eldest prince sighed, and then persuaded: "Of course the imperial hospital is not as powerful as the Overwatch Council, but it is better than Taiping. The imperial physician is upright. The idea is also very simple, if you pass on your medical skills, you don't know how many lives you can save."
He looked seriously into Fan Xian's eyes: "Saving people is better than killing people. And I have been in the army all year round, and I know what a good doctor means to those wounded soldiers."
"Why do you want to teach medicine?"
"Bless the world."
"The Imperial Physician must have meant the same thing?"
"Exactly."
"Your Highness, it turns out that today's part-time job is to be a lobbyist for the imperial physician, no wonder the topic changed so strangely earlier." Fan Xian laughed.
Seeing his smug smile, the eldest prince's face gradually darkened, and he said, "Could it be that you think we're all talking nonsense?"
In fact, it is indeed close to nonsense, let Fan Xian leave the dignified supervisor of the Overwatch Council and become a professor of medicine, and let no one persuade him to say such things, but the two blunt people, the imperial physician and the eldest prince, said it directly out.
Fan Xian stopped laughing, and found that the wound on his chest was aching. He was startled, and said, "It's not a joke. On the contrary, I do have a little respect for the imperial physician."
In surgical operations, there are many problems that cannot be solved. The first is anesthesia, the second is disinfection, and the third is instruments. The level of the world today is not enough to solve these barriers. Fan Xian uses Ge Luofang for anesthesia and hard resistance for disinfection. These are all based on his strong body muscles. If it is replaced by ordinary people, I am afraid Either he was fascinated to death by drugs, or he died of complications. As for the equipment problem, it was even more difficult to solve. Fan Xian and Fei Jie thought about it for a few years, but in the end they just did it with all their strength.
If you can't even stop the bleeding, what's the point of surgery
After explaining these reasons in words that the other party could understand, the First Prince finally understood that this kind of medical skill is a relatively powerful medical skill, which is to use the body of the injured to fight against those drugs that are drugged by the tip of the knife. Even if he practiced since childhood, he couldn't make it through.
Thinking of those soldiers in the Western Expeditionary Army who were injured by arrows and died after all, he felt a little regretful after all, slapped his thigh and sighed: "Is there no better way?"
For some reason, Fan Xian's mind reappeared the surprisingly stable hands of his sister, and he comforted him, "Some basic things, I'll ask Ruoruo to go to the imperial hospital to consult with the imperial doctors in a few days."
The eldest prince nodded, and said again: "Before, you seemed to be a little disapproving of the words "benefiting the common people." This was the doubt in his heart. Fan Xian was of course a powerful minister who put his interests first on the surface, but he watched from the sidelines several times. Well, the First Prince always felt that the other party's ambition should be more than that.
Fan Xian was quiet for a while, and then said softly: "There are many ways to benefit the common people, and it doesn't necessarily mean saving people's lives."
The eldest prince didn't understand.
"For example, Your Highness, you have been in the west for several years, fighting with the Hu people and killing countless people." He said with a smile: "But you have prevented the Xihu invasion, isn't it a benefit to the common people?"
This flattery, no matter how calm the eldest prince is, he still has to endure it.
"Another example is me. Although the world thinks that the Overwatch Council is just a spooky spy agency, if I can let it play a role in my hands, try to lean on the right path, so that the world of our Daqing Dynasty is unbreakable, and the people of the world can Living and working in peace...isn't this a benefit to the common people?"
"The purpose may be the same, but there may be many methods." Fan Xian spoke more and more vigorously, like his junior high school Chinese teacher in his previous life, happily telling the old story of Lu Xun's abandoning medicine to pursue literature. Of course It is an old story from thousands of years ago that I occasionally read in ancient books by the name Zhuang Mohan.
The eldest prince was slightly stunned: "Saving the people's bodies is not as good as saving the people's spirits?" He slapped his thigh and said, "But our country of Qing is not as weak as the country in this story, so why use words to educate us?"
It is true that there is a fresh and upward taste in the pure folk style of Qing Dynasty, which is very different from the air that Lu Fuzi had difficulty breathing in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "So... not only do I abandon medicine, but I also intend to abandon literature... What am I? Abandoning medicine for politics? Abandoning writing for military service?"
The eldest prince still disagreed with his point of view: "You are indeed a genius, why don't you use what you have learned in your chest? If you can make this world a better place..."
Fan Xian waved his hand with some difficulty, and said, "Most people want to transform the world, but very few people want to transform themselves. (Note 1) I thought that we should transform ourselves first."
Decades ago, there was a woman who wanted to change the world, but she died. Fan Xian didn't want to follow her. He was more afraid of death and more selfish.
While speaking, there was a sudden noise outside the window, and the sound was full of joy.
The eldest prince glanced at him and said with a smile: "It seems that the will to reward you has finally come down."
Fan Xian laughed at himself and didn't say anything. What was hidden in his clear eyes was only worry about his own body, that's all, and he didn't preemptively worry about the world.
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Note 1: This is a QQ signature that I saw occasionally, and I thought it was very interesting at the time, and I immediately thought of countless books in the Qing Dynasty.
Fan Chuan will not take the path of changing the world. On the one hand, I am lazy and he is also lazy. On the other hand, he is too hardworking. Third, my knowledge level in certain aspects is really scumbag, so I can’t write it. For example, surgery, I really don't know how to do it. If there is anything ridiculous, please laugh it off and forgive me.
PS: There is no S anymore, I ran away in tears, I copied a poem here, it will be used later. A dream of prosperity, a half-sheet of fame and fame, right and wrong sea waves. The horse's hoof smashes the frost on the forbidden street, and listens to the chicken singing a few times. Dusty clothes, Jianghu heart. Out of the royal phoenix net, Mu Yi Qi Shouyang sighed at Han Peng Weiyang. Zao Na paper wind magic. Author: Wang Yuanting
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