The last time I came to Taixue was a few months ago.
On that day when the spring rain was precarious, Fan Xian came to Taixue to see Grand Master Hu, and for the matter of Sun Jingxiu, the prefect of the capital. At that time, he returned to the capital with Dong Mian's incomparable merits, and he was really glorious and glorious to the extreme. He resisted the pressure of his disciple Zhongshu, insulted the will of He Dashi, chic and arrogant, and climbed to the pinnacle of his second life. As soon as the rain broke and the black umbrella fell, he was recognized by the students of Taixue and caused a small commotion.
Today, however, the autumn rain was misty, he escaped from the Qing Temple, his face was pale, his arms trembled slightly, the rain leaked a little along the cloth umbrella and wet his clothes, making him look a bit embarrassed. Today, Fan Xian has been deprived of all his official titles and titles, and has become an out-and-out white civilian. Moreover, the entire capital knows that His Majesty the Emperor is tormenting this once glorious young man. Fan's residence is like house arrest. No one dared to come to the door, no one dared to support.
In just a few months, the life situation has been completely reversed. Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing, lowered his head, held an umbrella, and walked past those Taixue students who didn't know what they were talking about. Go deep.
Taixue in the rain is particularly beautiful and quiet. The ancient trees stretch out their old branches on both sides of the stone road, providing a little comfort for those scholars who are running in the rain. The green is still there, and the school bell rings in the distance at dusk, clearing people's minds.
Fan Xian no longer worried about the ascetic monks of the Qing Temple who followed from behind, not to mention whether they would be able to find him surrounded by hundreds of Taixue students. He only said that the sacred and important place of Taixue, even Those ascetic monks who were willing to sacrifice themselves probably did not dare to risk the uproar of the bachelors, just like butchers like this.
Holding an umbrella, he walked towards the Taixue. After walking for a long time, he came to a quieter teaching place. Fan Xian walked around the long corridor habitually, entered a small courtyard, and walked past the screen wall, but stopped slowly. step.
This is his house in Taixue. Several students with outstanding teaching skills and talents were transferred to his subordinates. They have been editing books in this courtyard for several years. The book that Mr. Zhuang Mohan gave to Fan Xian That carriage of books was rearranged in this place, and then sent to Xishan Zhifang for final edition, and finally sold at a low price by Danbo Bookstore in Fan Mansion.
The sorting of books has been going on all these years, so Danbo Bookstore has been losing money, but Fan Xian doesn't care about it, just like how he felt when he saw the bookshelves in Sun Yan'er's boudoir during the Kyoto rebellion, Fan Xian thinks this kind of thing is reasonable Meaningful, since it is a meaningful thing, of course we must continue to do it.
He stood quietly by the screen wall, watching the movement in the house, and found with some comfort that although His Majesty the Emperor beat himself up like a commoner, these Taixue teachers and students who had been with him for several years were not implicated , and the compilation and editing of books here is also continuing without any impact.
Warmth arose in Fan Xian's heart, he looked into the room and smiled, turned and left the familiar courtyard before those Taixue instructors found him, slanting across the dense forest hill in the northeast corner of Taixue, along the Following a shallow lake, we came to another familiar courtyard.
This courtyard and these rooms were the residence of the Shuwu University scholar when he was teaching. Later, the Hu University scholar was recalled to Kyoto by the imperial decree, so he squeezed in. When Shu Wu passed away, this courtyard was naturally used by Senior Scholar Hu alone. The last time Fan Xian asked Senior Scholar Hu for help, it happened in this courtyard.
Fan Xian pushed the door open, saluted the shocked officials, and walked into the study by himself, leaving behind a group of people who were looking at each other.
Hearing someone push the door open, Master Hu, who had been buried in his desk all the time, raised his head, quickly took off the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face immediately changed into a solemn expression, this Qing The civil servant leader of the country was a little anxious. With his identity, who dared to pass on without any communication, so he just broke in
However, he saw a face that he had never thought of. After being stunned for a while, a bit of bitterness appeared on the Grand Maester's face, and he said, "It's really surprising."
Fan Xian actually didn't think that Master Hu must be in the room. He has been busy in Dongyi City for a long time, and he somewhat forgot the duty of the court meeting and the middle school under the door, and he was not sure whether this bachelor would be in Taixue. It's just that he does have something to talk to someone today, since he has arrived at Taixue, he will naturally come to find this person.
In today's court, the only person who can contact Fan Xian in private without worrying about being dismissed by His Majesty the Emperor is probably only this scholar Hu.
"Something happened today, and I feel a little unhappy, so I came to talk to you."
Fan Xian said as he walked towards the desk, the umbrella in his hand was dripping water all the way. Hu Dashi frowned and pointed, and then he came to his senses, smiled, put the umbrella behind the door, and unceremoniously picked up the warm cup of tea on the table and drank a couple of sips, warming up the warmth. The temple was soaked in rain and ice.
"Why are you so poor and pitiful?" Seeing the wet Fan Xian scrambling for hot tea, Grand Master Hu couldn't help laughing, but the smile disappeared quickly, because he found that today's joke is easy to extend Come out with other ideas.
Sure enough, Fan Xian naturally followed the conversation and said, "Now I'm just a grassroots person, and I must cherish the opportunity to drink the hot tea on the table of the Grand Scholar."
As soon as this remark came out, there was a sudden silence in the quiet house, and the two of them stopped talking, but fell into their own different thoughts. Especially Master Hu, he thought that Fan Xian came here specially to find him, so he had to be cautious, every word and every action had to be thought out before he could express it.
After a long time, Master Hu looked at him and said, "Why do you want to go out for a walk today?"
A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, and his voice was slightly cold: "Is there a decree in the palace to imprison me?"
Grand Master Hu laughed, and Fan Xian then said gently: "Since there is no one, why can't I come out for a walk? Especially since His Majesty took all my errands, but the wonderful thing is that he left me with a rankless and rankless wife." Learning and teaching, I came to Taixue today, it is also considered to be considerate of the holy will, to show that the grassroots have no resentment."
There is already resentment in these words. If ordinary officials say such words in front of Senior Fellow Hu, Senior Bachelor Hu will definitely reprimand them severely. However, facing Fan Xian, he can only keep silent. . Of course, the atmosphere of today's conversation is completely different from the one in Chun Yuli. After all, Fan Xian at that time, although his words were unscrupulous, was allowed by His Majesty, and University Fellow Hu could still have fun, but Now His Majesty has withdrawn this permission, and Hu Dashi's response at this time is also extremely difficult.
After a pause, he looked at Fan Xian and said earnestly, "I'm not very clear about your thoughts, but I had a conversation with His Majesty yesterday when I entered the palace. Criticism."
Fan Xian raised his head slowly, without asking any questions, the calmness in his eyes was not consistent with the doubt in his heart.
"Anzhi is good at everything, but his temperament is too direct and stubborn..." Master Hu took a look at him, took the teacup from his hand, and leaned slightly to refill the tea on the small open stove next to him.
Master Hu turned his back to Fan Xian, with a straight and calm voice, and said softly, "Be direct and stubborn, it seems that His Majesty understands you and is considerate of you. No matter how big the mistake is, you can use these four If the words are washed out, this is a matter of temperament, not of temperament... You must understand His Majesty's painstaking efforts."
painstakingly? Fan Xian's brows were slowly wrinkled. The frown was extremely beautiful and indifferent. Of course he understood what the comment relayed by Master Hu meant. The man in the palace still had three-point hopes for his illegitimate child. Tolerance, how much of the remaining four points is anger and how much is fear? No one can tell.
Master Hu turned around, put the teacup in front of Fan Xian, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "He is straightforward and stubborn. This is a man of temperament. What His Majesty likes is a true lover like you. These days It's not that His Majesty can't forgive you for the mistakes you made here, but the key now is that you have to know that you are **** and let His Majesty know that you... know your mistakes."
Fan Xian sat silently on the chair, knowing that Master Hu had miscalculated the purpose of his visit today, but it was impossible for the two of them to speak clearly as in the past, and he would not be stupid enough to refute anything, but subconsciously slowly Said: "Where is the mistake?"
"You know where you are, you need to show your attitude." Master Hu frowned, and said slightly anxiously: "What you have done in the past ten days, no matter what it is, is enough to make you be beaten." You can't turn over if you lay down the dust... The black cavalry passed through the states and counties, and these days, the memorials to sin against you flew into the middle book under the door like snowflakes."
"Perhaps the officials in these places don't know that His Majesty has already committed the crime." Fan Xian smiled.
"Has your majesty ever really condemned you?" Hu Dashi's frown deepened, even the skin-care cream he must apply every day could hardly conceal the deep wrinkles on his forehead, he was a little disappointed Looking at Fan Xian, he said solemnly, "If you really want to be punished according to the Qing law, even if you have entered the body of the Eight Disciplines, how many heads can be chopped off? Can you offset these?"
Hu Dashi looked at the silent young man in front of him, for some reason, an uncontrollable anger arose in his heart, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't you understand that His Majesty has been lenient enough to you, if you continue to challenge the court like this His authority sharpens His Majesty's patience..."
"So what?" Fan Xian cut off Dashi Hu's words in a somewhat wooden manner.
Hu Dashi looked at him quietly, and the disappointment in his eyes became more and more intense. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Do you want to die?"
Fan Xian looked up at him.
"Don't rely on your Majesty to pamper you, and just continue to make trouble like this." It seems that Hu Dashi is really angry. As the leader of the civil servants of the Qing Dynasty, he is like other officials in the court these days, watching helplessly. His Majesty turned his eyes on Fan Xian and his son, and watched the originally beautiful autumn scenery of the Qing Dynasty, but because of this sudden change, countless clouds were added. As a senior official of the Qing Dynasty, as a citizen of the Qing Dynasty, They all wanted to persuade Fan Xian to enter the palace to plead guilty, thus ending the turmoil.
However, Fan Xian's attitude over the past few days made everyone, including Bachelor Hu, gradually feel cold.
"You think I'm just a favorite?" Fan Xian didn't want to show off his abilities like a child, but after hearing this sentence, he still couldn't help asking with a slight frown.
"It has nothing to do with favor, you are just... a minister, and I am also a minister." Master Hu suppressed his anger forcibly, and said quietly: "You and I are both His Majesty's ministers, maybe you think His Majesty treats you badly, but think about it carefully. , Since the founding of the country, which courtier has ever received such favor from you? You have clearly seen the history of the country over the years, and you should know that His Majesty has given you the greatest degree of tolerance and respect. endure."
"Don't be superstitious about your power, because after all your power is given to you by His Majesty. It's not that His Majesty has nothing to do with your ruthlessness these days, it's just that he doesn't want to make those decisions, not that he can't."
Master Hu lowered his eyes slowly, and said solemnly: "Of course, I must admit that you are a very good courtier..."
Grand Master Hu didn't finish his sentence because he wanted to tell Fan Xian that if His Majesty really didn't have any kindness towards you, he might have taken you to prison or even executed you long ago, because His Majesty has always had the ability to do so. However, when these matters related to His Majesty and Fan Xian and his son, Senior Madam Hu realized that he had already talked too much, so he changed the subject silently.
"No one wants to see a great hero of the Qing Dynasty disappear in the capital because of his arrogance." Hu Dashi looked at Fan Xian and said solemnly: "If you get lost, you must know how to return. a limit."
"It seems that I heard many bald people say this not long ago." Fan Xian smiled sadly, stood up straight, and said, "It seems that the capital of today, and the world today, think that I am the one who is lying on the historical carriage. The little insects in front of you, either run away quickly, or you will be crushed to death, if you have your own thoughts, you are a sinner."
He gradually suppressed his smile, thinking of the group of dudes who were destroyed outside Baoyue Building many years ago, and thinking of what Wan'er once said was very similar to Hu Dashi, the emperor's patience is limited after all, and he now Trapped in the capital, it is not clear that he wants to kill himself and abolish himself, it is just a matter of one sentence.
This is different from the siege by ascetic monks in the Qing Temple. Once the Qing court really decides to get rid of Fan Xian, the factor of instability, no matter how amazing Fan Xian's personal cultivation is, he will not be able to escape this fate—after all, he is not a big guru.
"Before entering the Imperial College in the rain, and seeing those bachelors walking by, I was thinking that maybe one day, I would also become an object worth scorning in their eyes." Fan Xian said wearily, bowing his head slightly.
"No, no one has ever blamed you or spurned you. Not only these students, but even the officials and people in the capital, once they talk about things in the execution ground, they still have some respect for you." Hu Dashi coughed Twice, and slowly said: "Just like His Majesty's comment to you, you are stubborn enough about Dean Chen's matter, and this kind of true temperament can make many people understand you... But you must learn to think about these things yourself. Transparent."
"The common people respect you only because of your affection, but if you really act rebelliously
…even even thoughts. Hu Dashi's voice turned cold, "I cannot tolerate you, the court cannot tolerate you, the people cannot tolerate you, and your majesty cannot tolerate you!" "
"You have to understand that this is the unified will of my Daqing Dynasty, and I hope you don't mess around."
"What nonsense?" Fan Xian laughed, but there was a lot of heavy pressure in his smile. Being an enemy of the world was not something he was afraid of. He was just reminiscing about the thoughts in his mind before, and he couldn't recover. .
After a long time, he solemnly bowed to Master Hu, but he turned around and walked out the door without saying anything or giving any information.
"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that I'm old." Dashi Hu looked at Fan Xian's back, and suddenly blurted out, "What I said today was a little too much, but... the world is still uncertain, and the war cannot be stopped. , for the sake of the officials in the court, and the common people in this world, I hope you can think about it more."
Hu Dashi was telling the truth. He was originally chosen by His Majesty the Emperor to be the next Zaifu, but with the changes in the court situation, his prospects became blurred.
His Majesty chose He Zongwei in order to fight against Fan Xian. This Lord He has a sacred heart and is good at government affairs. The position of Zhongshu under the door is extremely trusted by His Majesty, and it was very popular for a while, faintly overwhelming the limelight of the Hu faction.
Even if Master Hu didn't care about power and position, he might feel a little sad in his heart. He tried to persuade Fan Xian, maybe he also meant to leave a familiar helper in court. Of course, the most fundamental reason was the same as he said before. What I said - the Qing Kingdom, which is now pointing at the world, needs a stable court and a harmonious society, and if Fan Xian does not bow his head to His Majesty for a day, I am afraid that Qing Kingdom will not be peaceful for a day.
Unless Fan Xian died, but in fact, in the court hall of the Qing Dynasty, few people in the streets and alleys really wanted the little Lord Fan who had just made great achievements, to die like this.
"I understand what you mean." Fan Xian didn't turn his head, and after a long silence, he said, "Maybe one day I think about it, and I will enter the palace to plead guilty."
Master Hu smiled wryly behind him, and he wanted to wait until you figured it out, what year and month will it be
"Perhaps... I was really wrong?" Fan Xian murmured to himself softly in a slightly sandy voice from the extremely tired back at the door.
However, these words fell into the ears of Dashi Hu, which made his heart warm, and his brows slowly frowned. At this moment, he decided to enter the palace again tonight.
In his view, these disputes between His Majesty and Fan Xian and his son were not unresolvable matters, but no one was willing to bow their heads first. If His Majesty could be persuaded to issue a decree to call Fan Xian into the palace, perhaps Fan Xian it will go smoothly...
Just as he was thinking like this, Fan Xian suddenly turned around and said, "Although I am no longer in the Overwatch Council, I know a very interesting piece of news, maybe you would like to hear it."
Hu Dashi slightly raised his head.
"Fan Wujiu is working as a counselor in He Dashi's mansion."
Fan Xian saluted again and walked out of the house. At this time, the rain in Taixue was still falling unhurriedly, and Fan Xian's calm face under the umbrella did not move at all. Today's conversation with Hu Dashi, the goal that he wanted to achieve has been achieved. Knowing what the upper officials of the court think of me, I also know where the bottom line of the emperor's tolerance towards me is—of course, the most important thing is the last two sentences.
Fan Xian walked in the rain silently under an umbrella, thinking to himself, it seems that either tonight or tomorrow, there will probably be an order from the palace to call him into the palace. By sending some kind of signal to the palace through Master Hu, it may be possible to hide the man on the dragon chair.
It was all because the members of the Qi Nian team had just left Beijing, so Fan Xian was not ready. He had to control the cold war between the monarch and his subjects within the range of spring failure. He was preparing, always ready.
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That night, Master Hu entered the palace. I don't know what he said to His Majesty with tears, but all the eunuchs serving in the imperial study knew that His Majesty's mood should be much better, because there was a With the decree to leave the palace, Fan's house had been tossing about for seven days in the dark night killing field, and it came to an end.
Until Master Hu left the palace with a peaceful face, he did not tell His Majesty the shocking news that Fan Xian told him. On the one hand, he did not understand why Fan Xian told himself this important matter, and whether there was something hidden behind it. What kind of conspiracy, secondly, the current Qing Kingdom needs unity just like the belief of Hu Dashi.
In Taixue, he just thought that the name Fan Wujiu was familiar, but he didn't remember who it was, but after all, he was the leader of the Zhongshu under the school, and it only took a cup of tea for the subordinate officials to find out. Yes, this man named Fan Wujiu was one of the eight generals in the second prince's mansion back then.
Walking out of the palace gate, Master Hu Dashi, who got into the carriage, couldn't help but sighed, stroked his beard lightly, and laughed, thinking that Mr. Fan is really a lovely person who holds grudges.
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