The prince was moved, and thought carefully in his heart. After a long while, he finally made up his mind and said, "Okay, I will give Fan Xian a chance. I hope he won't disappoint me."
The Eastern Palace is planned, Guo Baokun is sad, Xin Qiwu is excited, the prince thinks he is wise and tolerant, but these three people don't know that the queen and the eldest princess once wanted to assassinate Fan Xian, and the real powerful force behind the Eastern Palace is already There have been two conflicts with the forces behind Fan Xian, once in Danzhou, and once at Niulan Street and at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.
Of course, they have no way of knowing that after a few years, things will turn into such an absurd and unbelievable situation. The night in the imperial palace always looks more remote and dark than other places, hiding all the truth and the past, and also makes people unable to see what kind of face will be in the not-too-distant future.
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With the intelligence of the Overwatch Council as the confidence, the negotiations in the next few days suddenly changed. The Northern Qi side also wanted to resort to the candy tactic, and it dragged on day after day, hoping to wear away all the patience of the Qing government and the opposition. How did you know that the really powerful Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, Mr. Xin Qiwu, was already aggressive, but on the negotiating table in the past two days, he became even more fierce, and turned into a big axe, hitting the ground with one blow Slashed at the other party!
After three rounds of negotiations, all issues including captive exchange, tribute, and titles were resolved, leaving only the last difficult bone, which was the re-demarcation of the borders between the vassal states.
Fan Xian, as the deputy reception envoy, has been watching this process with cold eyes. He admires Mr. Xin Shaoqing's knowledge and style of speech very much. He really didn't expect that around the prince, it turned out that not all of them were vegetarians, and not all the people in the East Palace were as unpopular as Guo Baokun. And Xin Shaoqing also had time to communicate with Fan Xian or observe secretly during the free time of the negotiation. He was a little surprised that Fan Xian was so young but had such energy-saving skills, and felt more and more unable to see through the depth of this young nobleman.
Generally speaking, the negotiations went smoothly. Apart from the Overwatch Council's help in putting together the dossier, Fan Xian didn't make much effort, but he will always be indispensable in future rewards for meritorious deeds, so Fan Xian is very satisfied with his current life.
The Qiye storekeeper of Qingyutang took care of the bookstore, and Fan Sizhe often served as accountant, so there was no need for him to worry about it. With regard to the big wedding two months later, of course the ladies and wives in the Lin Mansion and Fan Mansion are busy. Even Mrs. Liu is very happy with the fact that Fan Xian is going to be a fake son-in-law. — You must know that after marrying the adopted daughter of the emperor, Fan Xian will no longer seize the title of the family.
What's more, Lin Wan'er has another layer of identity. Those old maids in the palace often go to the government to make irresponsible remarks. Every few days, there is a will of a certain empress, which makes Si Nanbo and Fan Jian feel a little bit burnt. For Fan Xian, who had no knowledge of court etiquette, these things were naturally escaped when he could. It's just that Lin Wan'er and sister Ruoruo, who helped her elder brother carry the ceremony, are immersed in this pain every day.
The second prince entrusted Prince Jing's son to speak twice, and wanted to invite Fan Xian to meet him. However, the accidental encounter with the Prince during the summer vacation last time cast a shadow on Fan Xian's mind, so he postponed it until the end of the month, hoping that things would calm down by then. After all, it seems that Donggong's attitude towards Fan's residence has also changed. It's not that he has the guts to refuse the prince's invitation, it's just that he uses a very good name, and when he is doing his best for the country, he dare not linger in Huaxiang.
During these days, the only people who worried him a little were Zhuang Mohan, who had been living in seclusion in the Northern Qi Mission, and Sigu Jian's head apprentice in the Dongyi Mission. Wu, they are all top figures in the world, it was too quiet in the capital during this time, Zhuang Mohan was also invited by the Queen Mother to stay and give lectures in the palace, but Si Gu Jian's first disciple Yun Zhilan stayed in a daze. In the mission.
Fan Xian paid the most attention to Yun Zhilan. After all, Zhuang Mohan's literary reputation has no conflict with him, but Yun Zhilan has a life-threatening enmity with him. But in the capital of the Qing Kingdom, I believe that the other party will not be so stupid as to seek revenge on him with a single sword, so what Fan Xian is really worried about right now is actually only related to a key.
At night, he stared at the black suitcase in a daze. The lock seemed to be made of brass, but he had tried it before, and the slender dagger left by Teacher Fei Jie could not make a single mark. Something weird. Behind the brass keyhole, there seems to be some mechanism, but if you can't get the key, you can't even see what the mechanism looks like.
Fan Xian once tried to find some way to get acquainted with the old eunuch Hong in the palace, but after trying a little, he discovered the fact that although he seemed to be doing well in the capital, he was actually far from the top eunuch in the world. Class, there is still an extremely long distance. The prince and the second prince wooed him only for the sake of Fan Lin's second mansion behind him, not because there was anything unusual about him. As for the area of the imperial palace, because there is no need to look at the eyes of the courtiers, so I can't touch it at all.
It is inconvenient for Wan'er to enter the palace frequently at the moment, so no one can help her at all. Even if I wanted to get to know Hong Siti, it would be very difficult for me, not to mention dragging him outside the palace for an hour according to what Uncle Wu Zhu said.
When the second prince invited Fan Xian through his elder son Li Hongcheng, he had cleverly tried to get to know Eunuch Hong in the palace through the mouth of others, but Li Hongcheng just shook his head. It is impossible to go out of the palace to enjoy the cool in the harem.
"It seems that there is only another way." With a snap, Fan Xian kicked the box back on the bed, looked at Uncle Wu Zhu who seemed to be asleep in the corner, "I have no way to drag Eunuch Hong out."
Wu Zhu raised his head slowly: "I can lure him out, or you can try to find the key in the palace."
Fan Xian was taken aback, thinking that with his average level above level 4 but below level 6, could he go to the palace to seek death? But he squinted slightly, but felt that this seemed to be a more feasible path at present. Uncle Wuzhu always said that his "potential" was only at the level of the third rank, but he could kill Cheng Jushu. It seemed that Wuzhu was his own calculation The ability is too strong, so I underestimated my ability to use my true energy - of course, this is absolutely unacceptable.
"If it's really too risky, why do we need this key?" This is a question that has been lingering in Fan Xian's mind for a long time, "If it's just out of curiosity, it seems a little uneconomical to take such a big risk .”
"You don't want to know, what did the lady leave for you?"
"I think." Fan Xian sat on the bed and lowered his head slightly, "But I think, Mother must hope that I can live happily, safely, and happily in this world. Maybe the mother would not be willing to put something down and put her son in danger."
Wu Zhu also lowered his head, and the black cloth covering his eyes merged with the night around him. Although he didn't look at Fan Xian, Fan Xian still felt a chill.
"You are very satisfied with your life now."
Wu Zhu's voice was very cold, and as always, he rarely used questioning sentences, but only stated a fact calmly. Fan Xian was taken aback, thinking that after he came to Beijing, especially after the beginning of summer, he seemed to really enjoy the power, wealth and stability brought by a son of a powerful man.
"But you can't control your own life." Wu Zhu continued coldly: "Everything in front of you is based on the planning of Chen Pingping and Fan Jian."
There was a chill in Fan Xian's heart, and he understood what Wu Zhu said, but even though he had been a human being for two lifetimes and thought he had seen the warmth and insidiousness of the world, he still couldn't believe this judgment, and said in a low voice: "Could it be Can't even believe them?"
Wuzhu's voice became more and more cold: "My habit is not to trust anyone."
"That kind of life would be very hard." Fan Xian closed his eyes, as if imitating a scene of living in darkness forever.
"What will you do after they die?" Wu Zhu seldom asked, and hit Fan Xian directly.
Fan Xian frowned and said, "I understand."
Wu Zhu ignored his statement and continued to say without a trace of emotion: "It's not conspiracy, not power, or anything else that can protect you. It's just power. You have to remember this."
Fan Xian stood up from the bed and bowed respectfully to the servant, the teacher, and the elder brother.
"I don't know what is in the box that Miss left you, but I know that you must have enough strength to protect yourself and deter the enemy. Determination is also a kind of strength, so I want you to find that key."
"Yes, I will deal with it right away."
When Fan Xian raised his head, he found that Uncle Wu Zhu had disappeared into the night again. In the process of getting along with each other for more than ten years, Wu Zhu rarely said so many things in one breath, except for recalling his mother in the rainy night.
Fan Xian understood the meaning of the other party. The bustling capital of the city has indeed made the calmness and strength honed since childhood show a trace of weakness. This is a warning, warning myself not to rely too much on the power of the so-called family and the legacy of my mother back then. These days, although I have worked hard to cultivate the domineering zhenqi in my body, and tried my best to get familiar with the three poisonous needles on my body, but as Uncle Wu Zhu said, my heart is actually not as strong as it was in Danzhou.
The only thing that can protect each of us is our own power. A child without a mother is like a root of grass, and the grass has to run out of the cracks in the rocks. Regardless of the sun and rain, it is the right way to plant the roots deeper and make the stems stronger.