As those people in Baoyue Tower once said, Kyoto has been peaceful for a year, and the biggest reason is naturally that Fan Xian was exiled to Jiangnan for a whole year.
And with Fan Xian's return to Beijing, the peaceful capital could no longer maintain a calm expression. On the one hand, he happened to be stuck in the hedging point of various forces; The appearance is completely different, even much more ruthless than the style of most of the dignitaries in the Qing Kingdom.
The sniper killing in the valley, the assassination at night in Kyoto, the silent death of some people, the humiliation of some officials and their imprisonment, all made the elites in Kyoto deeply feel Fan Xian's strength and power once again. The determination made them understand that Mr. Fan had been raised in Jiangnan for a year, but his heart had not become too gentle.
When Fan Xian returned to Beijing, shocking incidents happened one after another.
The most recent incident was that the Northern Qi court shyly approached him, shamelessly expressed his love for Fan Xian, and criticized the Nanqing court for not protecting the safety of Mr. Fan in a very disgusting way!
Everyone in Beijing is absurd and angry.
To put it another way, this is Qing's internal affairs, when will it be your turn to speak out, you rotten Confucians of the Northern Qi Dynasty? But the Northern Qi people just squeaked, and squeaked very loudly.
Fan Xian was immediately pushed to the forefront. Although the smart people didn't believe that he had any shady collusion with Bei Qi, because Bei Qi's method was too naive, but...the dignitaries and common people of Qing Kingdom still felt a little uncomfortable. Quite uncomfortable, and his eyes on Fan's mansion were a bit complicated.
The turmoil of this matter has not subsided yet, it was just two days later on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the whole capital became panicked because of another matter related to the Fan Mansion.
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There was no light at all in the sky.
Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian rubbed his astringent eyes, thinking to himself, is it necessary to be so sneaky in worshiping the ancestors? Yesterday was New Year's Eve, and the whole family played mahjong all night. After Fan Sizhe and Lin Wan'er divided up the family's property, the game ended, but the whole family immediately got into the carriage and left the house.
Along the way, there were carriages from the other houses of the Fan family. Although the houses were calm, such a long convoy really seemed a bit big.
Fan Xian felt slightly excited and nervous. It was his first time to worship the ancestors, so he didn't know that the ancestor worship should be at the fifth watch. Because last year when the Fan Mansion worshiped the ancestors, he and Wan'er stayed in the garden, so he vaguely remembered that it should be in the afternoon.
He glanced at Sizhe, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. In his carriage, he thought that there was no yamen in Qing Kingdom who would not look out for Sizhe, the prisoner.
Thinking that he can finally enter the ancestral hall today, his smile has been floating on his face and cannot be faded away. He also didn't know how his father negotiated with the emperor when he entered the palace, but in the end, it was obvious that the emperor nodded helplessly, and the queen mother also remained silent.
It's true, since your royal family can't give yourself a name, do you still want to let yourself have no reliable surname for the rest of your life
Fan Xian sneered. In fact, he could guess the outcome of the negotiations between his father and the emperor. In his opinion, the emperor granted him the title of Duke Danbo. In his opinion, the emperor really needed Fan Xian to clarify his identity so that he would not be confused. The business of his own sons competing for family property has become more complicated - the Overwatch Council's power reduction is far from enough. If Fan Xian wants to continue on the road of powerful ministers, the first thing is to get himself out of the ranks of the princes first. Take it out yourself.
The convoy did not know how long it had been going, and waited at the city gate for a while, and when the city gate opened, it drove out under the eyes of the soldiers who turned a blind eye.
Going west along the official road, they finally entered the farm where Fan Xian had been, the ancestral property of the Fan family.
Thirty or so carriages were parked on the dam outside the clan ancestral hall, and people from the farm had long since come to meet them. Every year, they had become skilled workers and provided bamboo sheds for the female relatives to sit temporarily. It has already been set up, Liu Shi Wan'er Sisi, and the elder women in the other rooms were taken to rest in the yard.
The current patriarch of the Fan clan, Hubu Shangshu Fan Jian, stood under the steps of the clan ancestral hall, wearing a three-color formal attire, calmly looking at everything in front of him, but there was a feeling of warmth and pleasure in his heart.
I raised a son for His Majesty, and finally raised my own son. Is this the most successful day in life
The leading figures in each house of the Fan family have already got off the carriage, and they are standing outside the ancestral hall in order of generation. The family is already one of the big families in Beijing, and Fan Jian's house is just a weak family. If it wasn't for that old ancestor who brought up the current emperor and Prince Jing, how could Fan Jian be the patriarch today
It's just that after Fan Jian became the patriarch, he had extremely strict restrictions on the members of the clan, and his own officials became bigger and bigger. No one in the clan dared to disobey him, not to mention that there was another person named Fan Xian in the Fan residence.
Ning Xiang lit up the common clothes needed for ancestor worship, and the sacrifices were ready. The monk in the ancestral temple of the ancestral hall respectfully spread out a row of felt blankets, and slowly opened the gate of the ancestral hall. .
With a creak, the door made of black wood was opened, and a gust of cold wind gushed out from inside, as if the ancestors of the Fan family were watching the descendants indifferently.
Hundreds of men from the Fan family bowed their heads and lined up.
At this time, a carriage behind the crowd opened the door, and Fan Xian, who was dressed in commoner clothes, came in calmly, following his father's gestures at the bottom of the stone steps, and slowly walked forward between the two groups of men.
The atmosphere in front of the ancestral hall was originally solemn, and the males of the Fan clan did not dare to make a sound, lest they would disturb the spirits of their ancestors. However, when they saw the man coming down from the carriage, they still couldn't help it. His eyes widened in horror and surprise, his mouth opened wide, and he let out countless exclamations.
And at the bottom of the row, those teenagers who were about to be in their teens were even more frightened when they saw Fan Xian. This was when Fan Xian broke his leg outside Baoyue Tower and was killed by Liu's family in Fan's mansion. Poor little bullies who beat their asses.
Fan Xian also came to worship the ancestors! The little overlords of the Fan clan were so frightened that their legs trembled.
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Fan Xian walked forward steadily, gradually approaching the stone steps of the ancestral hall, and then saw that under the stone steps, his father seemed to be arguing in a low voice with some old people. Fan Xian had seen those old people before. Knowing that they are the respected elders of the Fan family, there is one who seems to want to be called Uncle...
The uncle with the highest seniority in the Fan family had a worried expression on his face, and said softly to Fan Jian: "Yide... this is not an appropriate move."
Fan Jian smiled and said, "Second Uncle, what's wrong?"
The uncle's eyes were full of horror, and he said in a low voice: "This child... this child..." He suddenly stopped talking. Do you want him to say in front of the patriarch that your son is not your own? But he was still terrified, and the elders of the Fan clan in front and behind him were also terrified. They didn't expect that there would be such a big battle for ancestor worship this year, all because the family had quietly brought Fan Xian here!
Everyone chattered, although they didn't dare to say it in front of Fan Shangshu, they all vaguely expressed their worries, but they didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of alarming the ancestors in the ancestral hall.
Everyone was dissatisfied, thinking that they are not descendants of my Fan family, so why should they come to worship their ancestors? What they were even more afraid of was that this Fan Xian was the son of a dragon, and if he returned to the Fan family today, would the Queen Mother and His Majesty be unhappy
However, Fan Xian did not give these elders a chance to hold a debate. He had already walked in front of his father, first saluted the elders with great respect, and then stood beside his father.
Fan Jian smiled, pointed to a certain position in the queue, and said, "Your position is there."
Seeing that the patriarch refused to listen, no one dared to object again, because these elders in the Fan clan were actually more afraid of the smell that Fan Xian carried.
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"The ancestors have merit, and the ancestors have virtue."
"All things are based on the sky, and people are based on the ancestors."
The inside and outside of the ancestral hall was filled with white smoke, and the utensils were hung up. The men bowed down one by one. In the ups and downs of singing, the ancestor worship of the Fan clan was going on smoothly, but people couldn't help but secretly glanced at Fan Xian. .
Fan Xian had already knelt, worshiped, and kowtowed in the ancestral hall, and now he stood aside again, looking at the paper flowers all over the sky, and the snow on the mountain in the distance, he was a little dazed, he knew that his name could finally be recorded in Fan Xian On the genealogy of the surname, there was a bright color in his heart for a while.
Fan Sizhe kowtowed in the direction of the ancestral hall on the carriage, it was inconvenient for him to get out of the carriage.
Standing beside the carriage, Fan Xian couldn't help sighing, thinking that he was reborn in the cave on the Western Mountain of Northern Qi, and in front of the dying Xiao En, he recognized his belonging to this world. But today, in front of Fan's ancestral hall, I finally reconfirmed my belonging to this world, my life was finally branded with a lingering brand, and I was closely connected with this world, and I can never be separated again .
The morning light came early, and the white mist in the farm and the smoke in the ancestral hall mingled together, and they were inseparable.
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When Fan Xian stood beside the carriage outside the Fan Clan's Ancestral Hall and sighed, at almost the same instant, he crossed half of the territory of the Qing Kingdom. Outside the tall and majestic ancestral hall, Xia Qifei knelt in front of his ancestor's tablet and wept silently.
No, it should be said that the seventh young master of the Ming family, Ming Qingcheng, trembled in front of the tablets of the ancestors, letting tears wash his face.
Ming Qingda, the current Patriarch of the Ming family, looked at Ming Qingcheng, who was crying at the lower left, and his seventh younger brother who ran away from home since childhood, with complicated eyes.
Ming Lanshi stood below the fourth uncle, looking at this "seventh uncle" who had never had the opportunity to enter the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, his face remained calm, but his heart was full of frustration.
The fourth uncle was released by the Suzhou government half a year ago. Since then, he has been bound together with Xia Qifei, fighting against the Ming family everywhere. There is no doubt that the assassination of Wei Tunnel made this Fourth Master Ming has given up on the Patriarch of the Ming family.
Now the situation of the Ming family is very difficult, and there are too few silver coins for circulation, so they have to reach out. Although the China Merchants Bank has provided great help, if the business on Xingdong Road and the sea does not improve much, continue to borrow money. Yinzi, this... would be a big problem, and now there was another force within the family, the sons of my aunt and grandma naturally stood by Fourth Master Ming's side.
Thinking of this festival, Ming Lanshi hated the imperial envoy who was far away in the capital. The current situation was created by that person alone, including Xia Qifei's entering the ancestral hall today to worship his ancestors and recognize his ancestors. ring.
Ming Lanshi didn't know why his father agreed to Fan Xian's request.
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Xia Qifei wiped away the tears on his face, knelt on the ground, facing the tablets of his ancestors, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Father, mother... that old witch is dead, and my son is finally back."
He was kicked out of the house by the Ming family since he was a child, and he escaped countless times. Even if he later became the commander of the Jiangnan water village, he only thought that one day he would be able to revenge with blood and force, but he himself could only become a lonely ghost , I never dared to hope... that I could return to the Ming family in an open and honest manner!
Today, he is not only the commander of the Jiangnan water village, but also the supervisor of the unknown Overwatch Council stationed everywhere on Jiangnan Road. He is already the big owner of Xia Mingji, responsible for the marketing of the internal warehouse goods store on Beiqi Road. At that time...he gained the status of the seventh young master of the Ming family again, and he will always have a share of the huge family property of the Ming family in the future.
Even... it might be all his.
Of course, Xia Qifei knew in his heart that even if the Ming family became his own in the future, his own would also belong to Mrs. Fan. Everything he has obtained right now was bestowed by Xiao Fan with both hands. Xia Qifei is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, and also a person who knows how to measure and does not have too much ambition.
As long as he can get revenge and return to the Ming family, then everything will be fine.
Fourth Master Ming, who was no longer as ruthless as before, stepped forward, helped him up, and comforted him, "Seventh Brother, as long as you come back, it will be fine."
"Thank you fourth brother." Xia Qifei stood up, stared at the Patriarch of the Ming family in a daze, then smiled and said, "Brother, then I'll go out first."
Ming Qingda smiled slightly, walked a few steps closer, leaned into his ear, and said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Seventh brother, it's still a long time, I won't keep you for dinner today."
This was something that Fan Xian forced Ming Qingda to agree to before he left Jiangnan. Now that he has done it today, he naturally doesn't have much good looks towards Ming Lao Qi.
Xia Qifei sneered, knowing the meaning hidden in Ming Qingda's words. Jiangnan, the Ming family, has now been divided into two parts, and as for who will be the leader in the future, it will ultimately depend on the outcome of the struggle in the capital and the palace.
Ming Qingda has been holding back for a year, using all means to delay Fan Xian's iron-blooded means, in order to buy time and wait for the counterattack in the capital, but he believes that there is no need to bear it for too long.
But Xia Qifei's thinking was exactly the opposite of Mingqing's. He was also waiting, he was waiting for the day when Master Xiao Fan would win all over. He never believed that Master Fan would fail.
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Walking out of the gate of the Ming clan's ancestral hall, Xia Qifei glanced at the clan's children of different colors in the garden, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, thinking that few of these clan's children really regarded themselves as the seventh master.
Fourth Master Ming followed him all the time, and said softly: "Although there are already three people on our side, he is the head of the family after all, and there are some things that cannot be hidden from him."
"Let's not care about business." Xia Qifei said calmly with tears remaining in the corners of his eyes, "The guards in the garden can get involved with as many people as they can, and I will send someone to watch over them. Don't blame us for being heavy handed."
Fourth Master Ming was taken aback, frowned and said: "Don't be foolish, the whole Jiangnan is staring at Ming Yuan, even Mr. Fan would not dare to do such a thing."
Xia Qifei was startled, and without saying anything, walked out of the Ming Garden.
Beside the carriage outside the garden, Su Yumei, who had a broken arm, was waiting for him. Looking at the traces left on Xia Qifei's face, she knew that he must have been greatly emotionally shaken today, so she forced and said excitedly, "Congratulations, Master."
"Huh?" Xia Qifei smiled.
"Congratulations, Cousin." Su Meimei smiled gently, "Congratulations to Master Ming Qi."
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the second prince was drinking tea and playing Go with Ye Linger at the Royal Mansion in Kyoto, when he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the study, he couldn't help frowning slightly. Although Fan Xian has wiped out all his influence in the capital now, as he said in Baoyue Tower, he is in no hurry at all, because these are just side issues, and Fan Xian can't move himself for a day This Emperor Gener, it will always be Fan Xian's turn to be anxious in the future.
The steward knocked on the door and entered, regardless of the fact that the concubine was sitting, hurriedly leaned into the ear of the second prince, and told the shocking news that he had just heard.
The second prince's complexion immediately changed, and the matte black chess piece held by two fingers fell down and landed in the teacup, making a distressed pop.
After the steward left, Ye Linger smiled and asked, "What happened again?"
In the eyes of this young imperial concubine, who is not yet twenty, it is better for her husband-in-law to be beaten as badly as possible by his master. It would be best if he was beaten so disheartened that he would never pay attention to the matter of the dragon chair again. .
Fan Xian was hunting tigers in the capital, and Ye Linger was secretly having fun in the palace. At this time, seeing her husband's face was a little shocked, thinking that the master was doing something again, so she was not worried, but had the urge to watch a good show.
It took a long time for the second prince to relieve the shock in his heart. He looked at his wife in astonishment and said, "Fan Xian... went to worship the ancestors today."
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