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After Fan Xian finished speaking this passage, the little Northern Qi emperor did not think of the legendary blind master, nor did he start to reflect on the mistakes he made in the past two years due to the strong pressure of Nanqing because of this passage. , but just looked at Fan Xian in shock, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, the anger in his eyes gradually deepened, and finally he couldn't suppress it, and roared in a deep voice: "You... how dare you hit me? I!"
Of course Fan Xian dared to hit him. Since he dared to kidnap an emperor, let alone hit him a few times. The little emperor himself was aware of this, but he just couldn't accept that Fan Xian hit his forehead with a chestnut. This style of attack was not a life-and-death struggle, but to him, it was a blow that smacked of obvious humiliation.
Fan Xian ignored his anger, frowned and said, "In the past few years, you and I have cooperated pretty well, and I, Fan Xian, have brought you a lot of benefits to Bei Qi, but you Is it too much to think about my death all the time?"
The little emperor was still tormented by the pain and humiliation at this time, and looked at Fan Xian in disbelief, as if he didn't know where such a freak came out of this world, and he didn't have the slightest respect for the emperor's staff.
Seeing him gnashing his teeth like a little lion, Fan Xian was amused, shrugged and said, "I'm just pointing out the big mistake you made."
He suddenly closed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he said softly: "The impression you left on me was that you were a very powerful monarch, but your performance in the past two years seems to be too eager for quick success... The world is so beautiful, You are so irritable, it's not good, it's not good."
The little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty knew that the situation was stronger than others. At this time, he fell into the opponent's hands. In addition, the great master who had never shown his face in the sword hut was secretly inclined. He was afraid that the courtiers outside the hut would not be able to enter the sword hut to save him. I had no choice but to forcefully suppress the anger in my heart, and said in a cold voice: "Why do I need to explain to you what I do?"
"You don't need to explain it to anyone, but you need to explain it to me." Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed, "I have given you too many benefits, even if it is an investment, you have to report it to me, a shareholder. , rather than thinking about killing this shareholder."
The negotiations between the two returned to the original place. After a long silence, the little emperor of Northern Qi said slowly, "I must admit that you have helped me a lot in the past few years, but..."
"But how?"
"But you are Emperor Qing's illegitimate son after all." The little emperor laughed at himself, stood up habitually, and put his hands behind his back. If this movement is usual, it must be extremely chic and full of imperial aura, but today he was dizzy from the shock, his ankle was sprained behind, and he fell down with an ouch.
Fan Xian stretched out his hand and fished him back to the bed, looking at him quietly.
The little emperor frowned, and said: "You are from Qing, or the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing, let alone whether I believe you have the sincerity to fulfill the agreement of the year, even the empress mother and the ministers in the court, it is absolutely impossible to put this emptiness to death. Piaoshe's hopes are pinned on Nanqing's powerful officials."
He closed his eyes and said slowly: "You are not from my Qi. I don't know how the lives of the monarchs and people of Da Qi have been in the past few years after the death of Ku He Guoshi. For a long time, but after all, the time is still short, and the national strength cannot sustain a war that lasts for several years... Under such circumstances, any past affection and promises are false. I must put my hope on my own people, even Dong It is impossible to put it on Yicheng's body."
Fan Xian listened quietly, knowing that the truth was actually very simple. Not to mention the little Northern Qi emperor, even Haitang, or even Chen Pingping and her father could not think that he would really help Northern Qi against Nanqing.
If you want to be a traitor, you have to have some advantages. Fan Xian is now a figure under Nan Qing and above ten thousand. If he betrays Nan Qing's interests, is it because he wants the Emperor of Northern Qi to give him the dragon chair?
He laughed at himself, thinking that no one in the world would believe this, let alone the monarchs and people of Northern Qi. It's just that he never thought of betraying Nanqing's interests to meet the requirements of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He just tried his best to calm down the possible bloody battle and bloodshed.
Of course, as Li Hongcheng criticized in the Dingzhou General's Mansion, this is a very naive and ridiculous idea, and, from a certain point of view, it is basically...impossible.
From this point of view, it was only natural that the Northern Qi side wanted to kill Fan Xian, a power official in the Southern Qing Dynasty, and tie Dongyi City to their own chariot.
As for the legendary blind master? It's not that the Northern Qi emperor doesn't know this person, but this person's whereabouts are too mysterious. Even if he is really a great master standing behind Fan Xian, the threat to Northern Qi is far less than that of the mighty Emperor Qing and the mighty Qing army. Come true.
Seeing Fan Xian lost in thought, the Northern Qi Emperor didn't bother him, but closed his eyes and began to think about his situation and what might happen next.
One is the king of the north, and the other is the minister of the south. They are in the quiet room like this, each with their own thoughts, but they don't know that time flows like water. Unknowingly, the sunset outside the hut shines like blood. Above the sword crater, those old and broken swords were shining, their branches seemed to be stained with the blood of a thousand years, no matter how long they were washed by the sea, wind and water, they could not be washed away.
Fan Xian stood up, walked to the window, looked at the big pit and remained silent. He knew what the countless swords in the pit represented. The position in the hearts of all people in the world represents the death of countless swordsmen and the exciting legends.
The stable survival of any kind of reputation or status actually requires the baptism of sword and blood.
And in this world, how to give newcomers a better future, does it require a bloody baptism from south to north? Fan Xian does not have any ability to distinguish and judge. Even though he had discussed with Yan Bingyun and argued with Li Hongcheng, he still didn't have the ability to judge whether the world would be more beneficial to divide or unite. Pain? short pain? Thank you, that is a question for historians, not a question that creatures born in this world need to consider. Creatures only need to think about the present. This is the selfish instinct of creatures.
Fan Xian is undoubtedly a selfish person. Even if there is a flood after his death, he only hopes that when he is alive, this world will be like the world he likes, with flowers, trees, grass, insects, birds, people, poems, paintings and There is gold in wine, no pain, no disaster, no blood...
Now he deeply regards himself as a Qingren, rather than the original internationalist fighter, but it is a pity that he has grown into a pacifist. He hopes that when he is alive, when his children are alive, That famous gesture of Spider-Man or Taka Kato can be held up all the time.
The Overwatch Council's childhood training and so many years of jumping between life and death made Fan Xian grow into a pacifist. This seems so absurd and so incredible, but it also proves from another aspect that when a person lies While waiting for death on the hospital bed, the obsession that arises can affect his whole life, or even two lives.
Only when you know the horror of death can you know that you should cherish life.
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"I know the reason why you made mistakes." Fan Xian did not turn his head, and said slowly, "I, Daqing, put too much pressure on you. Although Your Majesty has not recruited troops on a large scale in the past few years, every step of the way is for the sake of Prepare for the big battle in the future. Your Majesty is taking the path of integrity, he has already eliminated the existence of the Grand Master, so naturally he disdains to use his Grand Master's strength to disturb the world."
"He has enough confidence to conquer you in an upright manner." Fan Xian suddenly felt that the sunset outside the house was a bit dazzling, closed his eyes and said, "Actually, I know Your Majesty very well. It was an unacceptable setback for him. For him, a monster like a grand master should not exist in the world at all, even if he later became a grand master himself."
"He has his own mind and strategy, and he can conquer everything with these. He has a deep-seated contempt and disdain for personal force... However, he has to clean up the great masters before he can get rid of this disdain Unleash it to the max."
Fan Xian smiled self-deprecatingly: "I think before Ku He died, he also saw clearly the obsession of my emperor Lao Tzu, so he slowly laid chess pieces between Xiliang and me, and wanted to fight with His Majesty." The last big game of chess... It's just that he forgot that he is already dead after all, and it is impossible to know all the details of what happened after his death, and that Haitang and you, whom he pinned his hopes on, each made an unforgivable mistake."
The little emperor had been listening to Fan Xian's analysis in silence. Hearing this, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"You guys underestimated my anger." Fan Xian turned around, looked at the little emperor and said word by word, "I dare to assure you that Ku He's two moves before he died were prepared to fall on me in the end." body, but you tried to kill me twice, no matter if you succeed or not, if Ku He finds out about your actions, he will surely die again in the grave."
"Fall on you?" The little emperor's pupils narrowed slightly, he was smacking the confession of his uncle Ku He before his death, and his face gradually became solemn, but he still didn't understand why the hope of Northern Qi's survival had to be sacrificed. Relying on Fan Xian, isn't he the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing? Could it be that Fan Xian is really a great saint
No, the last saint in the world died as early as the fifth year of Qingli, and Fan Xian was just an ordinary person.
Fan Xian sneered: "Of course, Ku He's plan is very good, he really hurts my heart, but until he dies, he won't be able to guess a little bit, whether I will follow the path he imagined."
What this sentence refers to is too secretive, and the little emperor of Northern Qi couldn't even hear it clearly.
"I will try my best to control all of this. If I can't control it, I can just walk away." Fan Xian walked out of the twilight outside the window, getting closer to the little emperor's body, and said in a low voice: " And Your Majesty... it is best to listen to me more."
"Why should I listen to you." For some reason, the little emperor suddenly felt a chill.
Fan Xian looked at him and said, "Because you made too many mistakes, although you have managed the Northern Qi government very well in the past few years, I thought that there would be another great Wu Zhou in history, but I finally found out that, Women... are still too irritable, too soft-hearted, and can't support anything."
As soon as this remark came out, the little emperor's expression changed dramatically, but he immediately returned to his normal look, squinting and said: "The words Mr. Fan said are becoming more and more mysterious."
"Before you wanted to kill me, if you didn't consider Si Lili's life or death, and let the eunuch lure her out of the room, but used wolf peaches to attack directly, I might be dead by this time." Fan Xian stood beside him. In front of him, he raised his chin calmly and said: "The benevolence of a woman is clearly displayed at that moment. You let me down so much, how dare I continue to do business with you?"
The little emperor's eyes narrowed more and more, until they became two crescent moons, as if he wanted to use the gaps in his eyelids to flatten Fan Xian even more, so that he could subdue the infinite fear and struggle in his heart.
This is a secret that he and the Queen Mother of Northern Qi have kept for twenty years. For this secret, the Northern Qi court did not know how many people died and what price they paid. Speak up.
"My purpose today is to enter the Jian Hut to see Si Gu Jian, but I also have another purpose, which is to have a private conversation with Your Majesty." Fan Xian looked at him and said, "I want to tell you, if you still want to be the Northern Qi My emperor, from now on, don't try to deal with me secretly, instead, you have to cooperate with me, do you hear me clearly?"
The little emperor moved the corners of his lips, and laughed loudly: "Fan Xian, you actually want to threaten me? You can kill me with a single knife, and see if this descendant of the Zhan family will frown."
"Your determination is really admirable." Fan Xian looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said word by word: "Killing is naturally unkillable, I just want to know, if Uesugi Tiger, Lang Tao and other important officials of the Northern Qi Dynasty suddenly found out His Majesty the Emperor they are loyal to is actually a... woman, how will they react? Northern Qi... Zhan family only has your daughter, is there any need for it to exist?"
The little emperor stared at Fan Xian relentlessly. At this moment, he finally understood why Si Lili said earlier that Fan Xian would not be afraid of himself at all, but that he should be afraid of the other party. Absolute fate.
With a hoarse voice, the little emperor said with a sneer: "A generation of poets, indeed, their words sound a bit foolish."
In this situation, Fan Xian also had to admire the other party's calmness and toughness. After being silent for a while, he stretched out his fingers and flicked the little emperor's bun. The black hair fell on the emperor's shoulders like a waterfall, and his whole body suddenly felt weak, and then there was a hiss in the quiet room ... (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support the original!)