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After Prince Jing conspired in the capital, he became more and more silent. Apart from crying for the empress dowager's national funeral, he never entered the palace again, and he never appeared in front of the ministers as a part-time flower farmer. The palace became the quietest place in the capital, and this door was only opened to a few people, including Fan Xian naturally.
Fan Xian tilted his head and put his finger on Prince Jing's wrist, frowning slightly, let go of his finger after a while, and said after thinking for a while, "The wind and cold caught two years ago have long since healed up, but this pulse always Something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong."
Prince Jing rolled his eyes and said, "That's not right. What can you learn from that old fellow Fei Jie? Go away, go away, the famous doctor from Qingshan is not needed, what are you doing here?"
Qingshan famous doctor naturally refers to Fan Ruoruo. After entering the mansion today, Ruoruo seemed very quiet, because she really didn't know how to face Prince Jing. Hearing these words, Wan'er smiled and looked at her again, knowing that she was hiding. But it didn't pass, he stepped forward and gave him a blessing, and then looked at his pulse seriously.
Fan Xian suppressed a smile and went away. Prince Jing's body is under the care of him and the Imperial Hospital. Of course, there is nothing wrong with it. He just played a scene with the prince earlier, so Ruoruo can relax a bit.
It's just that Prince Jing looked at Fan Ruoruo with a consoling look, as if he saw Li Hongcheng getting married to the woman in front of him, and smiled very strangely, so how could Fan Ruoruo relax. Fortunately, once Fan Ruoruo treated the prince as a patient, his expression became natural, and after a while he frowned and said, "What's wrong? The prince is in excellent health."
"I look old, but I'm actually in good health. Hongcheng is up to me."
Prince Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, and said, "Ruoruo, you are not too young, if you were in another house, you would have married long ago, it is your elder brother who messed around and sent you out."
Speaking of this, Prince Jing glared at Fan Xian, and immediately said gently to Ruoruo, "We have to think about it."
Fan Ruoruo's face suddenly turned pale, and she turned to look at her brother, but she didn't know where the shameless Fan Xian had gone, leaving only herself here.
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In another part of the palace, Lin Wan'er sat beside Fan Xian and whispered, "After returning to the mansion carefully, my sister tore your skin."
Fan Xian shrugged nonchalantly: "My little sister never dared to yell at me, she's not like you."
Lin Wan'er has given birth to a son now, her biggest wish has been resolved, and her mother is too busy dealing with the matters of the Fan Clan and the Hangzhou Society, she is too busy, but she has gradually developed a dignified and rich appearance, and her body is even more plump.
It's just that the princess lady was by Fan Xian's side, but she would never be dignified. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth angrily, pinched him, and said, "I only know how to stab me with words."
"Live more, you're still a little girl, why bother to pretend to be the mistress of the house." Fan Xian laughed loudly and said, "The one who cut her throat with a knife was pretty good back then."
This is the old story when a son went over the wall and entered the hall, Lin Wan'er couldn't help being ashamed when he heard him talking about it, and also forgot what she wanted to say earlier. Instead, Fan Xian whispered in her ear after a moment of deliberation: "I went to Dingzhou to meet Hongcheng, and I have sent people to watch him for the past two years. Although he played in the flowers back then, he is not like that now. You say he Is it possible for He Ruoruo?"
Lin Wan'er glanced at him, thinking that only a man like her husband would have so many weird ideas in this world, and his younger sister was already so old, so he started to worry, what did he do back then
"Didn't you say that if your sister is not willing, you would rather she not marry?" She opened her eyes wide and asked curiously: "Why did you change your mind again? No wonder you left her with the prince."
Fan Xian had a headache and said, "Of course I don't want to marry if I don't like it, but the question is, where in the world can I find a better man than Hongcheng?"
Hearing this, Lin Wan'er was also a little anxious for her sister-in-law, and began to frown and think about it, to see if there are any good families in the capital, but after much deliberation, she couldn't find any of them when she thought of her sister-in-law's standards.
The couple's status is indescribable, and they are extremely smart in handling affairs, but they are a bit naive in some aspects. It's no wonder that when they met for the first time in Qingmiao, they immediately fell in love with Mung Dou. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of any one, so Lin Wan'er gave up first, and said: "If you don't marry, you don't marry. Is the family afraid that they won't be able to support a girl?"
Hearing this, Fan Xian was overjoyed, thinking that Wan'er had indeed gradually changed under his influence, and was about to break away from the evil feudal ideology.
His husband and wife gathered together in a corner of the living room, smiling and gossiping, on the other side, Sisi and a few old women were hugging the baby and chatting with Princess Roujia, Roujia hugged the baby curiously, carefully Looking at the baby's cute appearance, he couldn't help laughing. The giggling and silver bell-like laughter resounded in the hall, and the scene was very pleasant, natural and cordial.
Disturbed by the laughter, Fan Xian raised his head from Wan'er's ear, glanced at Rou Jia who was wearing a crimson pomegranate dress, his eyes narrowed, it was obviously a somewhat gaudy dress, worn on the little princess , with her well-behaved temperament, it looks even more beautiful.
The little princess is not young anymore, the twelve-year-old little Roujia who shyly called Brother Xian has become a big girl, her temperament is as good as ever, and her status is noble, but she serves the county king, respects her aunt, and treats her servants kindly. It has an excellent reputation in Kyoto. I don't know how many famous families looked at the county prince's mansion eagerly, waiting for the mansion to speak.
Rou Jia turned seventeen this year, so it should have been settled long ago, but His Majesty the emperor in the palace felt sorry for Prince Jing being alone in the mansion, so he delayed this matter for two years, but he couldn't keep procrastinating——Prince Jing A son and a daughter, Hongcheng is nearly thirty years old, but still refuses to marry, and hides in Dingzhou. This daughter must marry.
According to what Fan Xian heard, the palace will propose a marriage to Roujia after the end of the year. According to Lao Dai, there are already many princes and ministers wrestling secretly in the palace, and they all have their eyes on this marriage.
Although it would be inconvenient to marry a princess and go home, and it would affect her future future, but Roujia's reputation in Beijing is so good that no one cares about it. As for the future, Master Xiao Fan also married a princess, so now he is unparalleled in authority
Everyone thought this way, desperately trying to follow the paths of the empresses in the palace, and there were some sharp-eyed and cunning people, thinking of Fan Xian's relationship with Prince Jing's mansion, and the weight of his words in front of the empresses, they were actually generous. Shameless to beg Fan Xian.
Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing wryly, looking at Rou Jia who was holding the child in a daze, in a blink of an eye, Rou Jia was going to get married, and he had been in Beijing for five years, this change always made people feel a little bit unknowingly. At a loss, such a gentle and beautiful little princess, I don't know which family's children will be taken advantage of.
Roujia carefully hugged the young master, and got together with Sisi, trying to distinguish the difference between the little faces of Fan Xiaohua and Fan Liang.
I don't know if it was because holding a baby made her think of her own marriage, and the expression in her eyes was a little uneasy and bewildered. Although this girl Sisi has been a mother for two years, and she follows Wan'er to preside over the affairs of the house every day, but these girls who have been influenced by Fan Xian are not big or small, and they have not changed at all. Said a few words in the ear.
Sisi's voice was extremely low, but Princess Roujia's eyes became brighter and she nodded repeatedly.
"This girl, I don't know what's up her mind." Lin Wan'er had sharp eyes, saw this scene, and reminded Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's heart was also pounding, and then he watched Princess Roujia hand the child to the old lady, straighten the skirt, and slowly walk over.
Rou Jia saluted him deeply, squatted on the ground, and said softly, "Brother Xian."
It's been five years, and whenever the blushing, shy, and extremely gentle princess utters the three words "Brother Xian", Fan Xian will be numb and go limp all over, wishing to run away quickly. He hurriedly helped him up, and said, "Sister Roujia, how did this happen?"
The little princess refused to get up, and said with a rare stubbornness: "Brother Xian must allow me to do something, otherwise my sister won't get up."
"Let's talk first, and then we'll see if I can do it." Fan Xian looked at Sisi who seemed to be doing nothing, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that this matter must be troublesome.
Roujia was slightly ashamed, her face turned red, and she said in a mosquito-like voice: "After the harem, we will finger each other, and I hope my brother will be the master."
Fan Xian was taken aback, thinking how could he decide on such a matter? As if guessing what he was thinking, Princess Roujia said: "Brother is the official minister of Taichang Temple, why can't he be the master?"
Fan Xian was bitter in his mouth, thinking that the Zhengqing of Taichang Temple is really not a human being, whether it is the eldest prince who accepts the side concubine or the princess to marry, he has to use his own head no matter what!
When he thought of this, he became very angry with Ren Shaoan. Originally, Ren Shaoan was his close friend and the most effective support among the three temples in the court, but in the two-year Grand Master Battle of Dadongshan, it turned out that Master Ren Frightened, he found another place and ran away within half a year. As a result, the position of Zhengqing of Taichang Temple was naturally handed over to Fan Xian.
Fan Xian pondered for a moment, then said in embarrassment: "You are the majesty princess, the marriage is naturally a palace talk, how can I intervene."
Roujia raised her face, her eyes turned red, and said: "Ruoruo sister's marriage, you have a solution, why not Roujia? Could it be that brother Xian really has the heart to watch my sister get married?"
It was Brother Xian again, and there was endless resentment in those eyes again, Fan Xian didn't know what was going on in the mind of this little princess, and secretly complained.
The two of them are cousins, and Rou Jia gradually stopped thinking about it after she grew up, but the girl's love interest at the beginning of spring, how can it be easily erased? Became the most reliable elder brother, even closer than Hongcheng.
Fan Xian had no choice but to look at the teardrops in Roujia's eyes, and the cute expression of the little girl under the grape trellis appeared in front of his eyes again. "Forget it, I'll leave this matter to me. I'll pick out all the young people of the right age in Beijing, and let you pick them yourself through the curtain!"
"If the palace can choose a concubine, I can also choose a good concubine for you."
Upon hearing this, the whole room was shocked, thinking that this was too inappropriate, but Rou Jia turned her sorrow into joy, and laughed happily, blessed and blessed Fan Xian, and stood beside him cautiously , holding his sleeve, as if he was afraid that his words would not count, so he ran away all the time, and said happily: "Thank you brother Xian."
Lin Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled, the idea she came up with was really good, her husband really couldn't bear it, probably only a scoundrel like him would come up with such a shocking idea of picking a son-in-law through the curtain.
At this moment, Lin Dabao, who was following his servants to destroy King Jing's vegetable garden, came from outside the hall, his body was covered in mud and his hands were black. When Lin Wan'er saw it, she hurried up to meet her, and distressedly called for water to wash her hands.
Who knew Dabao just stared blankly at Fan Xian and Rou Jia, who was holding his sleeve, thinking why this little sister wanted to take his place, so he felt a little bad, and took Wan'er's hand to Fan Xian's. Beside him, he grabbed Fan Xian's other sleeve, glared at Rou Jia, and muttered, "Little Xianxian, I'm hungry and want to eat steamed stuffed buns."
Everyone laughed, only Fan Xian looked extremely helpless.
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Princess Roujia and Fan Ruoruo have grown up together since they were young, so their friendship is naturally very good. When Ruoruo first came back to the capital, the two girls had a lot to say, but they hadn't finished speaking at night, so Prince Jing waved his hand, So let the princess go with the carriage of Fan Mansion, and stay in Fan Manor for five or six seven days before returning to Wang Mansion.
Two days later, Fan Xian took his sister out of the city again. This time I went to the Chen Garden in the suburbs, the road is far away and it is difficult to walk, and in the newly built Chen Garden there are more beautiful concubines with bare breasts and belly exposed, Wan'er and Sisi have a headache every time they go, so this time they are determined Not to go, but Princess Roujia was determined not to go because she was afraid of Old Dean Chen himself.
Brother and sister Fan Xian had no choice but to go by themselves. As an elder, Chen Pingping and his comrade-in-arms relationship with Fan Jian back then, if Fan Ruoruo didn't go to see him after returning to Beijing, it would be hard to justify it.
Once in the Chen Garden, the scenery is still the same, perhaps even better than before. The fire during the rebellion of the old Qin family did not have any impact except that it gave Chen Pingping more reasons to ask for money from the inner treasury. The Qingqing rockery is still the same mountain , the ambushes in the surrounding forests are still strict, the beauties in the garden are still so beautiful, and even Sang Wen's younger sister is singing the song.
After entering the park, he said a few words. Fan Xian wanted to tell Chen Pingping about His Majesty's layout in Xiliang and the handling of the courtyard, but the old cripple sitting in a wheelchair waved his hand and stopped him from speaking.
It has been two years. Ever since Fan Jian resigned and returned to Danzhou, Chen Pingping has let go of all the powers of the Overwatch Council. She doesn't even want to hear it. Perhaps Fan Xian can understand a thing or two about the deep meaning hidden in it, but he is still not used to it. .
Because when he opened his eyes all his life, the first people he saw were Uncle Wuzhu and the old man in the wheelchair. From Danzhou to Beijing, he grew up under the care and cruelty of this old man all his life. , Chen Pingping's will runs through his life, like a tree in Danzhou's backyard, sheltering him from wind and rain.
He was used to Chen Pingping standing behind him and solving his biggest troubles for him. Once Chen Pingping fell silent, he fell into a slight uneasiness.
Today, Chen Pingping is aging day by day, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are getting deeper and deeper. Fortunately, she doesn't have to deal with hospital affairs for two years, and she just relaxes in the Chen Garden, and she is still in good spirits. He didn't care about Fan Xian's gloomy uneasiness at this time, and he smiled and chatted with Fan Ruoruo, mentioning the green hill in Northern Qi, and Ku He's death, he also sighed a little.
The old lame man became more and more like an ordinary old man at the entrance of the village, instead of the dark monarch who controlled the world back then. Even Fan Ruoruo felt a little uncomfortable with this change for a while.
After leaving Chen Yuan, in the carriage, Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and asked softly, "How long can he live?"
Today I brought Ruoruo here, firstly to visit, and secondly, to confirm Chen Pingping's deadline with the help of my sister's excellent medical skills passed down from Qingshan. Of course, Fan Xian hoped that the old lame man would have a longer and happy old age.
"The dean suffered several serious injuries more than ten years ago. His legs were broken early and his meridians were blocked. He was poisoned again two years ago. According to the theory, his body will be exhausted and he may be in danger at any time." Fan Ruoruo frowned slightly. Wrinkled, a little puzzled, "But the Tai Hospital has done very well in the past two years, and it should last for a few more years."
Fan Xian didn't make a sound, took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and handed them over, saying, "It seems that the Tai Hospital doesn't have such a good method. This prescription can take care of the old director's body so well, even better than Mr. Fei is even better."
Fan Ruoruo took the prescription and inspected it carefully, she was startled, couldn't help but glance at her brother, and said, "Is this the prescription prescribed by Chen Yuanli?"
"Does it look familiar?"
"Diagnosis with medication is above my standard. It is very accurate and there is nothing superfluous... and the technique is very familiar."
Fan Ruoruo bit her lower lip lightly, knowing what her brother meant by letting her see the prescription. Practicing medical medicine is actually like practicing martial arts, each has its own school, how long each medicine is used for, what disease it is aimed at, and what method is used, as long as someone who has been immersed in medicine for a long time can always smell something, let alone write this. The person who wrote the prescriptions still has a lot of relationship with Fan Ruoruo.
Fan Xian closed his eyes and said, "Hasn't that wooden canopy who taught you medical skills on the green hill not returned to Northern Qi for two years?"
Fan Ruoruo looked at his elder brother and nodded, but hesitated to speak. Fan Xian knew what his sister was worried about. In a sense, Mu Peng, Ku He's disciple, was his sister's teacher in medical skills. Of course, his sister didn't want her brother to do anything to him.
"It's too late for me to thank him. How can I deal with him? I just don't understand why he, as a disciple of Tiandao, came to Nanqing to do these things." Fan Xian closed his eyes and said coldly.
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To investigate a matter, the easiest way is to confront it in court and face to face, especially if it involves ulterior secrets.
On a cloudy afternoon, in Hechifang, Xicheng, Kyoto, where dragons and snakes mixed together, a man in black wearing a hat walked up to a small two-story building and entered silently. Turning over, a black dagger protruded faintly, and gently lay across a person's neck.
The layout of the house is very simple. The man is packing the package by the bed, and seems to be preparing for a long journey. He was dressed as a doctor, and at this moment he felt the chill on his neck, which made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
His name is Mu Peng, he is the second disciple of Ku He, the most skilled doctor in the entire Northern Qi Dynasty. Two years ago, under the order of the master, he went deep into Nanqing, tried every means to get close to Chen Pingping, and won Chen Pingping's trust with his excellent medical skills , found another excuse and concealed his identity.
Although he is a doctor, how can Ku He's disciple be an ordinary person, who can be quietly groped in through the noise of Hechi Square, and put a sword across his neck. He knows that the assassin behind him must be... He is the top person in the world.
Mu Peng didn't look back, and didn't see how he moved, but saw a ball of powder hitting the man in black's face with a puff. It's really not easy to be an introductory disciple of Tianyi!
The powder rustled down the hat. Fan Xian closed his eyes and didn't grunt or even breathe, because he knew that the powder contained terrible toxins—a miscalculation, he didn't smear the dagger. , but lightly picked it with his fingertips, and stuck a poisonous needle into the back of Mu Peng's neck.
Mu Peng's body went numb, and before his body stiffened, he slapped the small porcelain bottle in the package with a slap, and the poisonous smoke sprayed out. With a flick of the green cloth, Fan Xian's hand protruded from behind him like lightning, using only a piece of cloth to contain the poisonous smoke without a single wisp leaking out. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)