The imperial edict has already been issued to Dongyi City, but Dongyi City just returned the letter of credence in a flattering manner, and offered a lot of gold and silver, but refused to admit that it had any relationship with the manor under Cangshan Mountain. It is a response that can be imagined with the buttocks, but the great master who guards the sword residence of Dongyi City maintains his pride, and at the same time does not want to bring disaster to the millions of people around Dongyi City, so he has no choice but to silence.
However, the situation in the north is somewhat tense. The fact that the Northern Qi Dynasty was turbulent and Qing's internal affairs is a fact of guilt, and there is no excuse for the other party. Therefore, the two sides are fighting hard on the border, and there are small conflicts between the small vassal states controlled by each other. It seems like a war. About to explode.
Dark clouds floated in the north of Qing Kingdom, but it was midsummer in Kyoto, and people wandered around freely, enjoying the peace and prosperity brought by the prosperous age. Fan Xian was also one of them. Although the incident on Niulan Street was not settled by himself in the end, it could be regarded as an explanation to himself and those who died. In the process of dealing with this matter, he learned a lot. Although he relied on the power of the Overwatch Council every step he took, he learned a lot about the procedures of the Overwatch Council. In addition to the past, there are many more direct understandings.
The summer is hard to endure, the lawsuit between the Fan family and the Guo family is finally over, in the eyes of many people, this is already a trivial matter, since Fan Xian has become the coordinator of the Taichang Temple, it is natural that in the future, who will be appointed in the palace? The nobleman of the princess, the mere Guo family dared to be troublesome when facing the palace, so they withdrew the pleadings long ago, and Fan Xian finally got permission to leave Beijing.
After such a horrible thing happened, Fan Xian dared to go out of Beijing immediately, which was a very bold move. But now there are always many people who protect him by his side, including the old people of Fan Zhai and the staff of the Overwatch Council. Now Fan Xian has a secret identity—the supervisor of the Overwatch Council. He recruited some new faces from all walks of life to add to his staff.
In the early morning of this day, taking advantage of the scorching sun, the three young masters of the Fan family got into the carriage, and under the protection of the guards and the Qi Nian team, they drove out of the capital and came to the Fan family manor not far from the capital. This trip is not to escape the summer heat, but to worship.
In the cemetery, there were already guards setting up melons, fruits, incense, candles and other offerings. Fan Xian silently looked at the few tombstones that were still quite new. Dazed.
The smoke from the fire ignited by the paper money was so heavy that Fan Sizhe couldn't stand the smoke and retreated to the carriage, but Fan Ruoruo resisted the smoke, half-closed his eyes, and stood in front of the tomb holding his brother's sleeve. She knew that the three family guards who were sleeping here in front of her died for her brother, so she was also grateful. Moreover, she had received education on this aspect from Fan Xian's letters since she was a child, so she didn't think it was against the rules to worship servants.
In the smoke, several new guards stood behind Fan Xian without saying a word. I don't know if they were smoky or choked by the fire, the eyes of the big guys were a little red, but the way they looked at the young master's back was really different. After a while, a guard kindly persuaded: "Master, come and see these brothers, and you will be satisfied if you want to. There is a lot of smoke here, so let's go back to Zhuangzi first."
Fan Xian's eyes were also smoky from the smoke, he rubbed them with a smile, and got into the carriage after listening to his words. In the car, Fan Sizhe was looking at the account books of Danbo Bookstore for the past month. When he saw the two brothers and sisters coming up, he shifted his position, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Brother, is this a trick to buy people's hearts?"
Fan Xian was in a gloomy mood. He smiled slightly and ignored him. He just ruffled the hair on his head with his hands and said, "You, you have to believe that there are always some things in this world that are true. Ruthlessness is not necessarily a hero..."
Fan Ruoruo answered softly, "How can Lianzi not be a husband?"
Fan Xian glanced at his sister in surprise: "You..."
Fan Ruoruo lowered her head and explained, "My brother said it a few days ago, and I wrote it down."
Fan Xian was very happy to find that his sister was so diligent and intelligent, and said softly, "Remember, this is what a person surnamed Zhou said."
Fan Sizhe glanced at it, and muttered, "Hey, did you change your pen name again? When will it be released after more than ten chapters of the Stone Story?"
Fan Xian still doesn't have the energy to correct those things now, but he is embarrassed for no reason when he hears the name of the pen name, thinking that it is really superfluous for him to keep explaining who wrote it.
He was a little bit ashamed at this moment, so he continued to teach Fan Sizhe a lesson: "People's hearts may be bought, but feelings are something that comes naturally. If a person loses feelings, then he becomes a monster? Living in this world, he doesn't care about anything." , the six relatives do not recognize, life and death are ruthless, even if you become a god, what's the point?"
Fan Sizhe shook his head and retorted, "You're not a fairy, how do you know if a fairy feels good or not?"
Fan Xian deserved it very quickly: "I'm not a god, but a human being, so I know that being a human being like a god, but not truly immortal, will definitely feel terrible."
Speaking of this, Fan Xian suddenly thought of Uncle Wu Zhu, and a strong uneasiness and self-blame surged in his heart. He was very worried that when Uncle Wu Zhu really got old in the future, he would really become a lonely person who could not speak. The old man—it's just that Wu Zhu insisted on hiding in the night, and Fan Xian had no way to find him on his own initiative.
The carriage left the clan's cemetery and drove towards the village with some difficulty along the widest field ridge between the farms. As soon as the carriage arrived at the bottom of a big slope outside the farm, people from the village had already come to meet it. There are not only tenant farmers living here, but also some impoverished families from the big Fan family. They couldn’t stay in such a busy and expensive place like Kyoto, so they had to go to the nearby farms, but they had no fields and couldn’t let them go. Face is like a tenant farmer who farms the land and pays the rent. Although Sinanbo Fan Jian is not a master who is willing to spend money to take care of poor relatives, he can't watch these people starve to death. So these Fan clan members are just helping the Fan family to take care of the farm. , take care of the affairs here, some monthly income to support the family.
Strange to say, Fan Jian never mentioned the matter of asking Fan Xian to pay homage to his ancestors. Fan Xian also pretended to have forgotten it. Originally, he still had some doubts in his heart that he could not explain. As contemptuous as an illegitimate child, those in the Fan clan knew that the future wealth of the Fan clan might depend on this beautiful young master, so they were extremely respectful.
After taking the tea handed over by the elder, he drank it all in one gulp and nodded to the surroundings. Fan Xian, led by the guards at home, walked to a small courtyard by the forest to the west. This is Fujiko Kyo's yard. As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, he found that Fujiko Kyo had already got up and was standing in the yard in an orderly manner. Fuji Zijing looked at Fan Xian embarrassed and said, "Master, I want to go out to meet him, but Hou San'er insists on not letting me go."
Fan Xian was not polite to him, he helped him into the main room, and explained: "Don't blame Hou San'er, I said so." Hou San'er was a guard who had recently returned to Fan Xian's subordinates, and had previously entered the farm to fight. front station. Fan Xian looked at Fujiko Jing's slightly affluent face and asked, "How are your legs recently?"
Fujiko Jing chuckled: "It's okay, I can move already, and I will be able to return to Beijing in a few days."
"If you think it's not easy to recuperate your injuries here, you might as well go back to Beijing." While talking, Teng Zijing's daughter-in-law and daughter came in to meet the master, and Fan Ruoruo was there to send the reward, and dragged Teng Zijing's five-year-old daughter After asking a few words, he carried the child out and left the men in the house.
Fan Sizhe was still settling accounts, and even Teng Zijing's greeting was just a hum. Fan Xian looked at the younger brother helplessly, and listened to Teng Zijing's explanation: "Stay in the Zhuangzi first, after all, my wife and son are here, and when the injury is healed, I will naturally return to Beijing to serve the young master."
These two people can be regarded as people who have experienced life and death together, so their words are much more straightforward. Fan Xian nodded and said appreciatively, "You will enjoy the heat of your wife and children."
Teng Zijing laughed and said: "If it's hot today, if the kang is hotter, it will get angry."
The climate in Danzhou is very good, warm in winter and cool in summer, so no one uses the kang. After entering Beijing, it coincides with spring and summer, so Fan Xian has no chance to sleep on the big kang. Hearing this, he pressed his body. The dusty kang found that the coolness was quite comfortable, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he thought that if he wanted to live in the middle of Cangshan Mountain for a period of time after marriage, he must find a way to set up a kang.
How did Fujikokyo know that the young master's brains slipped to the snowy mountains in the cold winter after October, and said: "Master, go back home after eating some fruits later, there is nothing delicious in this village, and if you delay It's time, it's too late to return to Beijing, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the city gate."
Fan Xian smiled and waved his hands: "I reported it to my father before coming here. Today, the three of us will stay in this village for one night, and we will return tomorrow. I have been working hard in Beijing for the past few months. It is rare to have a chance to be quiet." For a while, although I dare not stay for a long time, you should entertain me for one night."
Only then did Fujiko know that he was going to stay overnight, so he quickly called his wife in and asked her to prepare things like hot water in the guest room. Although the life in the farm was not rich, it was better because of the large number of people. After spending the night here, more than a dozen middle-aged daughters-in-law gathered together, and they were ready in a short time. Fan Xian rolled his eyes, leaned into Teng Zijing's ear and said, "The people who follow me, you arrange to live somewhere closer."