The sky turned cloudy, but he didn't cry yet. Fan Xian's face was a little gloomy, he leaned half against the car window, looked out the window at the mountain road and the well-protected Qingqiu wild forest in the outskirts of Beijing, and remained silent for a long time.
The black carriage slanted up the official road along the straight but undulating stone road, out of the scope of Chen Yuan. However, Fan Xian's expression did not relax. The officials of the Overwatch Council around them looked at the still handsome, but especially indifferent face by the window, and felt a little inexplicable chill in their hearts. They didn't know what happened in Chen Yuan. What did you say, why did Master Tisi look so serious today.
The carriage was silently driving towards the capital on the official road. Along the road, I ran into ordinary people entering the city or young girls from officials, gentry and gentry returning from an outing. These black carriages were like silent warning lights, and all the people saw them. , all hastily stepped aside to make way for these black carriages.
The people were troubled by their natural respect for the officials and lords, while those young dignitaries who were fearless in the past knew the status and power represented by these black carriages. The dignitaries in the capital have many eyes and ears, so of course they know that Mr. Fan has rushed back to the capital from Dongyi City last night.
In today's world, no one dares to offend Fan Xian, even these extremely arrogant young dignitaries who have been tuned by hormones, in front of these black carriages, still can only hold their breath and concentrate, and dare not make a sound—Master Fan is a Known to be fierce and arrogant, he doesn't care who is behind these teenagers, the Duke of the He family—four or five years ago, Fan Xian broke the legs of a dozen little bastards by himself outside Baoyue Tower. It has already shocked the hearts of all the other little bastards.
Fan Xian didn't pay attention to the movement on the official road, nor did he look at those teenagers cowering and parked aside. He just watched the scenery beside the official road silently, feeling extremely heavy. In the past years, guessing is just guessing, thinking is just thinking, the elders have never said anything to him, so he can also pretend that he doesn't know about it for the time being, and he is just preparing in secret, just as a subconscious behavior, not Starting from the heart, tossing for a certain purpose.
But now everything has been placed in front of him very clearly, he must face the story of the year head-on and make his own choice.
At this time, the black carriage has reached a fork in the official road. Not far ahead is the majestic city outline of Kyoto, and a quiet road on the left is under the shade of a green bamboo forest. Where should we go
"Go left."
Fan Xian, who was leaning against the window, narrowed his eyes slightly, and ordered softly. Mu Feng'er glanced at the lord, didn't dare to say anything, made a gesture, and the three black carriages quickly turned left into the green bamboo forest, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Not far along this road, the green bamboos are gradually thinning, and you can see the green river beside the road. The river flows slowly, and the speed is extremely slow. If you don’t look at it carefully, you may feel that it is a lake. .
It is the Liujing River that passes through the city, goes around the city, and finally goes west to Cangshan Mountain. Somewhere in the upper reaches of this river, there is a gathering of fat and powder, gathering colorful lanterns on boats, and gathering half of Kyoto's eroticism and bustling. Even though Fan Xian's Baoyue Tower rises suddenly, it still hasn't completely taken away the flavor of this river.
When the Liujing River reaches the outskirts of Beijing, when it comes to this bamboo forest and green trees, it is much quieter and quieter, especially the house on the small peninsula across the river, which is full of freshness in the bright spring. The elegant taste adds a touch of secluded and independent feeling.
Taiping Courtyard, the small courtyard of the mistress of the Ye family, and later the Royal Courtyard. When the eldest princess rebelled in Kyoto, she lived here for two days, but only for two days, and then the courtyard was restored again. There was silence, as if no one had ever lived here.
Fan Xian got out of the carriage and looked at the yard quietly, thinking about the people who lived in the yard, he was a little lost for a while.
After the rebellion in Kyoto was put down, the emperor faintly revealed twice that he would give this courtyard back to Fan Xian. Fan Xian knew that it was best not to let himself speak about this matter, so he always treated each other calmly, but for some reason, this matter never came to fruition in the end.
In the summer of the fifth year of Qingli, after staying overnight in the Fan Clan's farm outside the city, Fan Xian once brought his younger sister here and kowtowed to the Taiping Courtyard twice to express his condolences, but he didn't go in because he knew, The emperor had a different kind of affection for this courtyard, and a different kind of timidity.
But Fan Xian went in afterwards. He and Uncle Wu Zhu found the heavy sniper bullet in a secret room in the Taiping Courtyard, and they still wandered there for a long time. The royal guards were not in the eyes of the two of them at all.
Fan Xian's eyes narrowed, and his eyes were looking through the faint water vapor on the river, as if he wanted to see through the blue-gray wall of the Taiping Courtyard and see everything inside.
There is no grave inside.
This is a fact that Fan Xian has already confirmed. His father, Fan Jian, once told him privately that Ye Qingmei's grave was in a secluded place, and later pointed out that it was in the Taiping other courtyard, but there was no such thing in the courtyard. Fan Xian later thought it was in the imperial palace, but there was no such thing in the imperial palace, only a painting with a woman in a yellow shirt.
Ye Qingmei is naturally no longer in this world, and it doesn't matter where she is buried, but Fan Xian occasionally thinks of a question, is it true that the emperor is also a little afraid to face the underground soul
Fan Xian sat down by the river, pulled the front of the long gown to his knees, laid it very evenly, and said seriously, "I'm thinking about something here, don't let anyone disturb me."
"Yes, my lord." Mu Feng'er and several members of the Qi Nian team who were close to him bowed their heads at the same time, and led the surrounding guards to disperse into the depths of the bamboo forest until Fan Xian could no longer see them, and neither did they. May see the place by the river.
Don't let people bother you, including these subordinates naturally. People like Mu Feng'er knew Fan Xian's thoughts very well, but they just didn't understand what your lord was feeling at the moment. They retreated far away, watched the movement of the surrounding roads vigilantly, blocked the wind, and guessed silently in their hearts.
The courtyard across the river was the residence of the mistress of the Ye family, which is known to all the people in the old capital, and the mistress of the Ye family is the biological mother of Mrs. Fan, which is known by the whole world things. Master Xiao Fan chose to meditate here today, and the things he was thinking about were naturally extremely difficult and important.
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I don't know how long I've been sitting. I saw the secluded forests, green bamboo and ash yards on both sides of the river, the still water, moss stones and floating leaves in the river, and all the scenery into a joke. Only then did Fan Xian feel a little tired from sitting. Fang Shitou suddenly looked extremely sharp, and it hurt a little bit.
He stood up, patted the dust behind him, frowned and shook his head, but instead of leaving immediately, he took two steps towards the river bank, lowered his body, took a handful of cool river water, and splashed it on On his face, it seemed that he wanted to make the scorching heat on his face a little colder.
At this time, a handkerchief stretched out from the side, as if to let him wipe off the water droplets on his face.
Fan Xian was not surprised at all. He took the handkerchief, wiped it carelessly on his face, and wrung it twice in the river water until it was slightly damp and cold. Then he handed it back with a smile, and said, "You are the one who is most afraid of heat. Yes, freeze your face."
Fan Ruoruo, who was dressed in plain white, took the wet handkerchief from her elder brother with a smile, and carefully wiped her ears and cheeks. It seemed that she came here in a hurry, and her face was usually frosty. But it was completely wiped out by the blush on his cheeks.
"Why are you here?" Fan Xian turned back and walked up the river bank, reaching out his hand naturally, wanting to hold his sister's hand to prevent her from falling.
Unexpectedly, Fan Ruoruo didn't see the hand extended by his brother, and walked up to it. Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "It seems that Ku He didn't hide his secrets back then. You've only been studying for a long time, and your body is much better than before."
Fan Ruoruo smiled, did not answer this question, and replied to Fan Xian's previous sentence: "Brother came back last night, why did you run out today? Someone in the capital came to you urgently, and my sister-in-law was born into the palace. That person was so annoying that I had no choice but to find a medical clinic. I went to a place to inquire and found out that brother, you are out of the city. I was about to go to Chenyuan, but I saw Mu Feng'er at the intersection and knew you It must be here, so I got out of the car and came to find you."
Fan Xian came to Chen Garden today, the people in the courtyard probably didn't know about it, but he didn't bother to pay attention to these trivial matters, and asked, "What is it that you are looking for me so urgently?"
The two brothers and sisters said while sitting down, just like five years ago, facing the other side of the river.
"It's not an important matter, it's just that I haven't seen my brother for a long time, and I miss you." Fan Ruoruo said with a slight smile. In fact, since that person has annoyed Miss Fan's family, it must be a very important thing. It's just that this ice-snow-smart girl found out that her brother would come to the Taiping Courtyard to meditate today, so she must have a bigger worry in her heart, and she naturally didn't want to bother him with those official affairs.
Fan Xian thought to himself that it is impossible for there to be any major event in the official circles of the Qing Dynasty, so he couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, and said, "Since it's not a major event, you can sit with me, I just think it's boring to sit alone .”
This sitting lasted another half an hour. Fan Xian was thoughtful, so he didn't want to talk. He just felt that sitting next to him with a sister who completely trusted him could indeed make his emotions more stable. And Fan Ruoruo didn't have any other thoughts, she just thought in her heart, as long as she could sit quietly beside her brother like this, it would be fine.
After a long time, the sun had already passed through the tall shoots of the bamboo forest and moved slowly towards the west. The faint light turned into countless mottled shadows, hitting the faces of the brother and sister. Fan Xian's eyes were dazzled by the patches of light, and he couldn't help but rubbed his eyes and sighed.
Fan Ruoruo's heart skipped a beat, and she heard too much anguish, resentment, helplessness, helplessness and heaviness in this sigh. She lowered her head slightly, and after thinking for a long time, she said: "If there is something on my mind, it might be better to say it."
After being silent for a long time, Fan Xian suddenly said, "My biological mother's name is Ye Qingmei."
Fan Ruoruo was slightly stunned, looked up at him, and thought to himself, in the whole world, he was probably one of the first few people to know this secret, why did brother repeat it again at this time. But she knew that Fan Xian must have something to say later, so she just hummed lightly without expressing her doubts.
"Back then, I brought you here and made a sacrifice to He Yaoyao. I prayed that she gave me this body so that I could live in this world." Fan Xian said quietly, "Today I came here to look far away, but Respect what she did back then, and pray that she has left too many benefits for my son, and brought some different possibilities and more choices to the people of this world."
Fan Ruoruo listened quietly.
"In my whole life, I have never seen her face or heard her voice, but I have seen too many traces left by her." Fan Xian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then continued: "This time I go to Dongyi City. I have also watched a lot, so her image in my heart is getting clearer and clearer, and I am getting more and more used to seeing her as my mother."
He added a sentence in his mind, although she seemed not much older than himself.
"If someone harmed her back then, you said that as a son of man, what should I do?" Fan Xian frowned to the extreme, and his brows were gloomy.
Fan Ruoruo suddenly felt a little nervous, tightly clutching the wet handkerchief in his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Didn't those people... have all died? The Empress Dowager has already gone by now."
"Of course the queen mother is going to die." Fan Xian didn't tell his sister that the queen mother actually died by his own hands, and said with a slight mocking smile: "But there are still some damned people who didn't die."
Fan Ruoruo didn't ask, because she had a strong premonition that she would definitely hear a name that made her heart shudder today.
"I guessed that His Majesty is my biological father a long time ago." Fan Xian said, "It's just that in the first two years, I didn't regard him as my father at all. My mother is also very difficult, this has nothing to do with the story back then, nor is it that I gave birth to a frustrated feeling of being abandoned, this is something that cannot be explained clearly.”
When he came into this world, he already brought his own soul with him.
"However, the relationship between people is always forged by time. It has nothing to do with blood relationship or closeness." Fan Xian lowered his head and said wearily: "Just like I have regarded you as my sister since childhood, I will treat you in this life." Treat him like the person closest to him. Time can always change many things. After being with His Majesty for so long, I can feel that he treats me differently than his other sons. Especially in the past few years, His Majesty the Emperor has changed too much. many."
He suddenly laughed, a cute smile: "Tell me, if His Majesty killed my mother back then, what should I do?"
Fan Ruoruo's heart trembled, and she subconsciously squeezed out the last few drops of river water from the handkerchief with both hands.
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