The black blood spewed on the purple grapes, dripping down to the ground, wet the ground illuminated by the lights, the second prince lowered his head, his mouth was half open, his chin was covered with blood, his eyes were downcast, he didn't look at Fan Xian, He raised his hand directly, stopping the thought of him coming over.
"The moment you entered the mansion, I took the medicine." The second prince squatted on the chair with his head lowered, and said quietly: "I know you are Fei Jie's student, but the toxin has entered your heart, you always I can't save him... I don't want you to save me either. You must know that although you are powerful, you can't stop me from dying."
As long as a person has the will to die, no matter what method is used, it is impossible to save his life. Fan Xian understood this, and looked at the other person calmly, feeling empty and without any thoughts, but he still did not intend to stand by and watch, not because He has a bit of brotherly affection for his second child, but he can't let the other die in front of him.
"Don't worry about anything. I have already written a suicide note. The palace will not blame you, and no one will think that you killed me." The second prince lowered his head and fumbled for a letter in his arms with bloody hands. Letter, gently placed on the table.
He didn't expect that when he was dying, he would even think of what Fan Xian was worried about. Fan Xian's heart was slightly frozen, knowing that the other party was really as good as he said, and he was also ruthless to himself to a certain extent, cutting off any survival. hope.
The second prince raised his head, looked at Fan Xian with envy, and vomited out a mouthful of black blood. He wiped his lips carelessly with his sleeve, and carefully broke off the bunch of grapes stained with poisonous blood with two slender fingers, leaving a small half clean, and sent it to his mouth again.
The sweet and juicy grapes were chewed to pieces in his mouth, and the second prince spit out the grape seeds with a bang, and spit them on the ground, still stained with black blood.
After eating the grapes, he wiped his hands clean on his body, sighed, looked at Fan Xian who had been silent and motionless, and said quietly, "I don't want to continue living as a joke."
Fan Xian nodded, showing that he understood what he was thinking.
"Actually, you are also a joke." The second prince's face gradually showed a layer of dead gray, his eyes were a little distracted, he didn't know what he remembered, and said: "There are many people who want to kill you in this capital. Yes, the one who did it first It's me, but how gentle do you think Chengqian is to you? The Qin family didn't kill you in the valley, and he danced all night in the East Palace in anger... But why?"
He stared into Fan Xian's eyes: "Why... your attitude towards Cheng Qian is completely different from that towards me?"
Fan Xian himself couldn't understand this point. The second prince was about to die, and his words were straightforward, piercing his heart. Why did he always have a lot of tolerance and gentleness towards the prince, but he stalked the second child so hard that he would do anything at all?
The second prince's eyelids fluttered weakly, and his voice was extremely low: "You don't like me, you didn't like me from the very beginning, of course, I don't like you either... We are so similar, but I never had You are so lucky. No one will allow another self to exist in the world, and will subconsciously get rid of the other party first."
His eyes were cold and helpless: "If you are Mr. Jia in Rongguo Mansion, I can only be Zhen Baoyu in Jinling City. I will never get a few chances to appear in the book...but I am the real one." , I am the real one!"
The second prince vomited and coughed up blood while talking, the blood was all over his front, looking very bleak.
Fan Xian looked at the scene in front of him, his body was a little stiff, unable to react. The second prince raised his head for the last time, stared at Fan Xian's face, and said with some difficulty: "I always thought that Cheng Qian was the most cowardly of the brothers, but it wasn't until I was about to die that I realized that I was also very cowardly. I would rather die and humblely leave Ling'er and mother than have the guts to face..."
"After I die, you will take care of Ling'er for me... As for my mother, her best ending is probably to be thrown into limbo. Please take care of me for me."
The second prince's chest heaved violently, as if something was about to rush out. He stared into Fan Xian's eyes, and forcibly finished speaking. Without giving Fan Xian any chance to speak, he opened his mouth and vomited loudly. A big puddle of black blood came out, and he couldn't breathe anymore.
After the death, the second prince was still squatting on the chair, with his left hand on his knee, his handsome face was covered with dead ashes. A moment later, his body fell under the chair with a bang, but his eyes still refused to close Go up, stare big.
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Fan Xian looked at the second prince's body numbly, and suddenly felt that this early autumn night, how could it be so cold
He shuddered, his mood was very complicated, he didn't know what kind of exclamation he should express to the body in front of him, perhaps silence at this time was the best attitude? The second prince, the real prince, is dead. How should I continue with my fake soul in this body
His face was a bit ugly, not because the second prince committed suicide in front of him, nor because of the heart-wrenching words that the second child said before he died, but because the second child finally confessed that he would take care of Ling'er and Concubine Shu for him.
Don't you give yourself a chance to say no? Fan Xian was thinking in his heart, with a lonely expression on his face. When the eldest princess died, she entrusted Wan'er to him. The prince knew that he would die, so he entrusted the families of the rebel soldiers and ministers to him...
Why? Don't you know that I am your sworn enemy? Didn't I cause your death? Why do you throw so many burdens on me before you die? You want to crush me to death? You bet that I will help you
You dead people! Just die, but you want me, a living person, to live in pain
He lowered his head in a daze, his body trembling slightly, then walked to the side of the second prince's body, glanced at it, picked up the thin suicide note on the table, put it in his arms, and walked out of the gloomy room. house.
Walking to the bedroom in the back garden of the palace, under the cold light of the blue light, Ye Linger still sat dumbfounded, not knowing what happened behind the garden. Fan Xian sighed inwardly, walked directly behind her, slashed down with his palm, and knocked her unconscious without giving her any chance to react.
If she wasn't knocked out, once she got to know the news that the second prince committed suicide by taking poison, he might also go away. Fan Xian could only use this relatively direct method to delay the matter.
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Gong Dian came up to welcome him, Fan Xian lowered his head and thought for a while, handed him the suicide note in his arms, and at the same time handed Ye Ling'er on his shoulder, and said something in a low voice. Gong Dian was already terrified when he took over the unconscious Ye Ling'er, and frowned deeply when he heard the news of the second prince's death.
"Second brother wrote a suicide note, Your Majesty will not blame you or me." Fan Xian sighed, and then said seriously: "Before the princess wakes up, tie her hands and feet first, and then tell her the news. If she refuses to Just feed me rice soup when you eat... No matter what, let her drink it!"
The last two words were gritted teeth and roared out, extremely cold, Gong Dian was taken aback, thinking that this is the only way, he didn't notice Dan Bogong's gaffe, after thinking again, he said helplessly: "But miss Sex is like a raging fire, it cannot bind her for the rest of her life."
"Fire is not terrible. It comes and goes quickly. It's not as good as ice lumps like myself and the second child who sting people." Fan Xian thought to himself, and said in a low voice: "In a few days, when things calm down, I will Advise her again."
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After dealing with the affairs of the palace, the night in the capital had gradually receded, and it was already early morning, and there was a faint tinge of white belly in the far east. However, Fan Xian had no way to rest. He still had too many things to do, so he made a detour back to Fan's mansion from the palace, and then went directly to the palace.
Although Fan Shangshu said that these matters should be handled by the Taichang Temple of the Ministry of Rites, it is impossible for Fan Xian to forget his status as the supervisor of the country and pretend that these things never happened, not to mention that he himself is also the Shaoqing of the Taichang Temple , Zhengqing Ren Shaoan followed His Majesty to Dongshan to worship heaven, and it is not known whether he will survive.
He stood side by side with the First Prince, looking at the three black coffins in front of him, the two brothers were silent.
Only one day ago, the two of them were still standing on the imperial city, worrying about the safety of the palace. In the world of the Qing Kingdom, who would have expected that at this moment, the victory and defeat have been divided, and the person who wrote the history of the world has changed his name. . Who would have thought that when the imperial city was in crisis, the black coffin that Fan Xian stepped on had already begun to contain the skins of losers.
The eldest princess and the second prince were lying quietly in the coffin at this time, and there was another coffin that was empty, and it was unknown who was lying in it next.
"It's not in accordance with etiquette." The eldest prince has a serious expression, trying not to show sadness between his eyebrows and eyes, the eldest princess is fine, but the relationship between the second prince Li Chengze and his brother cannot be faked. It was getting far away, but looking at the scene in front of him and thinking about the person in the coffin, the eldest prince still felt pain in his heart.
Fan Xian nodded wearily, and said: "The officials of the Ministry of Rituals are all scared away. It seems that if His Majesty does not return to Beijing for a day, the six ministries will not be able to get together. There are not many people in Taichang Temple. They are only temporarily settled. After all, the face of the Tian family needs to be taken care of, so we can't just stay in the mansion."
The eldest prince sighed, without saying anything else, he turned around and walked towards the inside of the imperial city, his back looked extremely desolate compared to the team of imperial guards holding the coffin beside him.
Fan Xian looked at him quietly and shook his head, knowing that in the face of repeated pressure and the news of his death, the eldest prince was almost unable to hold on. Thinking of this, Fan Xian felt the exhaustion coming from the deepest part of his body. He almost couldn't lift his eyelids. He frowned, patted his cheek, and said to the subordinates beside him, "Go home."
Returning home four times in one night, but there was no moment of peace. Fan Xian calculated carefully that he had not slept for two days and two nights since the preparations before breaking out of the palace. I dare not eat anymore, my mental and physical strength has indeed reached its limit.
After returning to the mansion, looking at everything in the dark night, Fan Xian didn't go to see Wan'er who lived in Liu's place. He sat on the bed with his head bowed in silence for a while, kicked the black box under the bed, and his clothes Before taking it off, he laid down in a big horoscope.
He was obviously extremely tired, yet he couldn't fall asleep. He stared at the dark roof with his bright eyes open.
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He woke up after not sleeping for a long time. After all, the capital is still in chaos. As the supervisor of the country, it is impossible for him to leave himself too much time to rest and be sad. After waking up, he ate something indiscriminately, scalded his face with a hot towel, and forcibly regained his energy.
When he went out, he subconsciously glanced at the bed, the deadly box, the box that had been in the dust all the year round, lay quietly under the bed like that, like the eldest princess and the second child lying quietly in the coffin, No one will bother again. Whether it is a box or a person, perhaps only by becoming an inconspicuous existence and placing it in an inconspicuous place can we obtain real peace.
When he was leaving the mansion, he subconsciously took a look at the mansion. After returning from the Taiping Courtyard, he hadn't seen Wan'er yet. He didn't know how his wife was feeling now. Thinking of this episode, a gloomy look appeared on his face.
When he entered the palace, he subconsciously glanced at the palace gate. There were traces of fire and smoke everywhere on the vermilion palace gate. The cracks caused by some weapons cracked his mouth, revealing the sawdust inside, and the knocked-off copper The nails had been swept away long ago, leaving only countless ugly sores on the door.
At this moment, Fan Xian confirmed certain things—this palace, this city, this country, after all, is the place where he has lived for twenty years, and he has developed deep feelings for this place, even though this palace It is so cold, even though this city has failed so many people, no matter how big mistakes this country has made, it is still his country.
He has always regarded himself as a person from the Qing Kingdom. Before many things have been investigated, he does not mind trying his best to maintain the peace of the people in this country while living a good life, just like he has been doing all these years. like that.
So many people have died, he wants to live well, unless... some people don't want him to live.
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The two scholars, Hu Shu, are invited to go back to the residence for a rest. The two ministers have been in the imperial study for a whole night, and some important memorials from various roads in the Qing Dynasty have finally been sorted out. Iron Man was far worse than Fan Xian in spirit. He had been frightened one after another and hadn't slept. He was already exhausted.
Sitting in the empty imperial study, Fan Xian couldn't help shaking his head. Usually, when the emperor Lao Tzu was around, this imperial study was just as quiet, but it was always filled with a different smell. Is it majesty? then what? Anyway, it was completely different from the imperial study room he felt at this moment.
He didn't know how the emperor Lao Tzu came down from Dadong Mountain alive, but he knew that his performance would definitely satisfy His Majesty. It seems that the position of power minister can be secured, but... the thought of two or three years later will open the big door. Fan Xian felt a bit bitter in his mouth when the Unification War broke out.
The so-called gentleman does not deceive the dark room, but Fan Xian is not a gentleman. At this moment, he was sitting alone in the imperial study, looking at the mountains of memorials on the low platform, looking at the soft couch, thinking that the emperor has always controlled the whole world from there. Qing's government moved his heart a bit.
He stood up, looked at the place quietly, tilted his head slightly, thinking about how it would feel if he sat on it by himself? But he immediately shook his head, his thin lips slightly curled up, revealing a trace of self-mockery.
After being a prisoner for a day and a night, he was almost exhausted into a big yellow dog in the summer. Looking at the embarrassment of Hu Shu and the two academicians being supported by eunuchs just now, Fan Xian confirmed that the job of the emperor must be more than that of the emperor. The young Huangdi worked harder.
As the old saying goes, there are only three kinds of people in the world, men, women, and emperors, but anyone who can be a real king is... not a human being.
"His Highness, please come here."
Fan Xian smiled, and said something to the little eunuch outside the imperial study, and immediately thought that Hong Zhu and some of the characters involved in the rebellion were still being imprisoned in the cold palace. It seems that Hong Zhu didn't do anything basically, so there shouldn't be any serious problems.
Not many years later, the third prince Li Chengping, who had gradually grown into a young man, came outside the imperial study room accompanied by an old woman and several eunuchs. Fan Xian glanced at the old mother, waved them away, took the hand of the third prince, and came to the desk where the memorials were kept.
Li Chengping's hands were a little cool, and the way he looked at Fan Xian was a little different from when he was in Jiangnan, showing a little awe.
Fan Xian had already noticed this scene from the corner of his eye, and he didn't pay much attention to it. He respected and feared it, but he didn't feel more alienated. He knew that his performance this day and night had left a deep impression on this emperor, and he was afraid that he would never be able to get rid of this mark.
This is a question of pedagogy, except for Fan Xian, no one in this world understands it. To cultivate a prince who dared to open a brothel to kill people at the age of nine, and to become a benevolent king, pure moral teaching is not enough to complete the task. It is necessary to let Xiaosan understand that many things in the world can be solved in a more honest way. can also achieve the goal.
The third prince needs a role model, so from the trip to the south of the Yangtze River, Fan Xian set himself up as a role model for the other party, because he is a poet, he is a strong man, he is a minister of power, he is the lifesaver of the third child, and in Qing In the eyes of most people in the country, he is... a good person.
Fan Xian hoped that the emperor of Qing Kingdom would be a good person in the future, just like...the crown prince
"Sir... I heard that Father..." Li Chengping looked at Fan Xian with some trepidation.
Fan Xian laughed: "The temple is above, His Majesty has the destiny to protect him, and those who are young will naturally not be able to hurt him."
"Oh." Li Chengping also had a look of joy on his face. Although he knew that if his father died, he would become the next emperor of Qing with the support of his husband and elder brother, but he was still just a young man after all. , the mind is not so severe.
Fan Xian didn't seem to care, but he paid close attention to the emotional changes in Li Chengping's pupils, thinking that he was right.
"In the future, Your Majesty will probably ask His Highness to come to the Imperial Study Room to listen." Fan Xian was startled after saying this, and said slowly, "Your Highness, let's get acquainted with the place first."
The third prince has been to the imperial study, and he also knows that the prince's brother, the second elder brother, the elder brother, and even the gentleman, usually listen to the royal father and the ministers' discussions in the imperial study after the court meeting is over, but after today, this imperial study may be closed There is a lot of space.
"There are a lot of things that no one would dare to say to His Highness." After thinking for a while, Fan Xian said calmly, "But I must tell you something."
His Majesty the Emperor is coming back soon, and Fan Xian has to make his own explanation to the third child, because he knows that this child is actually extremely delicate, so he used to call him His Highness before, but now he just calls you you.
"His Majesty is martial by nature, and he will eventually be sent to the border gates to garrison in the future." Fan Xian's expression darkened, and he described His Majesty's future arrangements in his own words, "His nature is straightforward, and he will never take the initiative to do anything harmful. Regarding the matter of brotherhood, you have to rest assured and don't be suspicious."
The third prince's hands trembled. Looking at the face of the gentleman, he didn't know why he suddenly said this.
"As for me, I will always leave in the future. The world is so big, and it is worthwhile for me to go to the ends of the earth to have a look." Fan Xian smiled slightly, "So don't doubt me, Even when you grow up... don't doubt me."
The third prince opened his mouth wide, feeling a trace of fear for some reason.
"This is not something that a courtier should say." Fan Xian suppressed his smile and said calmly, "But I want to tell you. After twenty years of my life, I am already tired of guessing and testing each other's minds. No matter how you grow up in the future Believe it or not, but please remember this sentence."
As he said, such words had violated the great taboo of the emperor's family, let alone said by a courtier, but Fan Xian said it so calmly and so naturally. Li Chengping stared blankly at his gentleman's originally handsome face, but today he was somewhat haggard, and nodded subconsciously.
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It's been three days. The capital was pacified, and the three cavalry entered the capital again, announcing to the world the news of His Majesty's return from offering sacrifices to the heavens. The shocking people of the capital jumped for joy, but Fan Xian, who was standing on top of the imperial city, didn't know that after suffering so much, they still What are you happy about.
His Majesty the Emperor was scheduled to return to Beijing three days late. During these three days, the Dingzhou Army's military reports were continuously sent to Beijing through the channels of the military and the Supervisory Yuan. Addiction, holding His Majesty's seal with both hands and covering it indiscriminately.
On this day, the news finally came that Fan Xian took the Third Prince, together with the Eldest Prince, along with the surviving royalist veterans, walked through the streets that still had traces of weapons, walked out of Zhengyang Gate, and walked ten miles away. stop.
Thousands of people knelt down densely, and there was no room for them to stand on the official road. Many people knelt directly in the wheat fields on both sides of the road. At this time, the autumn harvest had not yet arrived, and the golden ears of wheat survived the trampling of the war horses, carrying a heavy harvest in the breeze The two sides swayed. Countless people's moods were swaying like ears of wheat, watching the Ming Huang Yujia coming from afar.
Fan Xian looked away from the wheat field, and smiled at the nervous and happy third prince beside him.
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(After canvassing votes yesterday, the monthly ticket rushed to the second place. As far as I remember, this seems to be the first time that Qing Yunian went to the position of the second child. Although the second child died tragically today, I am still as nervous and happy as the third child... Woohoo, my king Old Five has lived most of his life... Thank you, bow down and have a nice weekend everyone.)