"Why?" In the snowstorm, Fan Xian fell into deep thought. He didn't need any time to think, because he knew from many years ago that one day he would be greeted with such a question. Nian has been preparing and escaping, but he has never really escaped. This is a question that he has thought about countless times, even in the last seven nights and seven days of hard thinking.
"Why?" He raised his head slowly, squinted his eyes in the snow, looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said slowly: "Today in Taixue, I talked to those young people about benevolence and righteousness, about true righteousness The problem."
Fan Xian sighed, and said with a complicated expression: "I used to think that these were hypocrisy and falsehood, but after so many years, I have everything that a minister should have and shouldn't have. However, until this moment, I discovered that apart from those so-called norms, there is nothing else in the world that can make your life more real."
His Majesty the Emperor looked at him indifferently, with his thin lips slightly parted, and his cold voice repeated what Fan Xian said in the Taixue this morning: "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Since ancient times, people with lofty ideals, who want to believe in righteousness in the world, do not use success or failure to move them bluntly." Heart… "
Fan Xian's speech to those young people in the Taixue in the morning clearly made Master Hu realize the murderous and decisive meaning hidden between the lines. Hu Dashi entered the palace in fear, so he naturally told His Majesty the scene in the Taixue, and the emperor was able to recite Fan Xian's words.
Fan Xian also felt a little surprised, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm not the kind of person who regards righteousness as the principle of life, nor am I a saint with supreme morality. A person who respects himself and is nothing but himself.”
"This is probably something hidden in my bones, something that has been concealed and sealed by myself for more than 20 years." Fan Xian looked at the emperor and said very seriously: "I want to live a full life, want to live recklessly, and want to I live without regrets, so I have to feel at ease, and if this continues, those things buried in my bones will make me feel at ease for the rest of my life."
"The prosperity and power in this world make people blind and deaf, but I still can't pretend that I don't know, I haven't heard, what happened that year, what happened this autumn." Fan Xian's face showed a faint look. Sadly, she said slowly: "Chen Pingping came back to Beijing to ask His Majesty a word, but I don't need to ask, I only know that these things are unfair, and this unfairness is imposed on those who love me and my love. For those people, if there is no me in the world, and there is no me who bravely walked before His Majesty today, where will those people who have passed away find justice?"
"They should not be forgotten by this world. The injustice they suffered must be redeemed in some way." Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said, "This is your responsibility, Your Majesty, and it is also my duty."
The emperor was silent for a long time when he heard Fan Xian's self-expression, and asked slowly in a cold voice, "Why didn't you ask me what happened back then? Why didn't you ask me? Could it be that I don't have any difficulties?"
"Prince Jing's mansion, that is, in the mansion of Prince Cheng back then, there are still many memorials and other writings privately given to you by your mother." Fan Xian replied after a moment of silence: "I have read them all, I don't need to ask anything, I I know why things happened that year. As for the millions of people in this continent, whether her death is a good thing or a bad thing, I don't care much."
He smiled, with some difficulty, and said, "Your Majesty, actually this is not a debate about the world or about justice. This is not a public enmity, it's just... a personal grievance."
"What a personal grievance." His Majesty the Emperor also laughed, with his hands behind his back, isolated in the wind and snow, feeling unspeakably lonely, "She is your mother. Could it be that I am not your father?"
Fan Xian's body froze slightly, and instead of continuing on this question, he turned to calmly said: "Your Majesty has great plans and great achievements in his heart, and you are walking on the path that you think is correct, but in my opinion, no matter how great and glorious If the correct purpose is achieved by despicable means, it is actually not worthy of respect."
There was a sneering smile on the corner of His Majesty's lips, looking at Fan Xian's fearless eyes, he said, "Could it be that you think killing all directions in the capital today is a glorious means?"
Fan Xian shook his head with a smile, and replied: "My purpose is only to settle a case decades ago and tear up the biggest shadow over my head in my life. Everything is just from my own point of view. As I said before, this is a Personal grievances have no meaning of being great, honorable and correct. If so, how despicable the means are, what is it?"
He paused, looked at His Majesty the Emperor with complicated eyes, some sighed and said: "In these respects, I am more like Your Majesty. To Your Majesty and me, what a luxury adjective a good person is." ... But it is also because of this that I am not like her, who was still confused and inexplicable until I died, at least I can ask His Majesty before I die."
This sentence refers to the fundamental difference between Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian. However, the world is impermanent and wonderful. Fan Xian is running around in this world to enjoy the rise, but in the end he still slowly leans towards Ye Qingmei's path. went. Because this pair of souls who came to the world one after another and warmed each other through time are probably the only existence in the world who has no natural awe of imperial power. Starting from the innermost part, they all stand upright in front of the dragon chair Desire it.
His Majesty the Emperor was calm, smiling, and looked at Fan Xian with a strange emotion. He wondered if he felt as if he had seen that woman again after many years.
Greeting Fan Xian seemingly calmly, but actually lamenting heartfeltly every word, His Majesty the Emperor was not angry or gloomy, but calmly began to talk about other things: "I didn't expect you to survive the changes in the Taiping Courtyard back then. "
Fan Xian nodded slightly. Ye Qingmei was at her weakest shortly after giving birth to Ye Qingmei in the massacre in the Taiping Hospital, and she was just a baby. How could she be hunted down by the queen's clan and under the indifferent surveillance of the Qin family army? survive? Since the emperor organized this despicable and cold-blooded plan back then, he naturally ignored his life and death indifferently.
If it wasn't for the desperate efforts of the old Fan family, if it wasn't for Uncle Wu Zhu who came back quickly, if it wasn't for Chen Pingping who found something was wrong and rushed back from the northern border ahead of time, how could the Qing Kingdom have its own existence today.
"However, after all, you survived and were sent to my mother. While I was a little surprised, I couldn't deny that I breathed a sigh of relief. After all, you are my own flesh and blood." The emperor looked at Fan Xian and said calmly. : "Now that I want to come to Pingping, I have already been suspicious of me, otherwise it is impossible to agree to the request of the fifth child and send you to Danzhou. He knows that in this world, I treat the queen mother and my mother as my mother." In short, we can only watch it become a fait accompli."
"If things go on like this, it's fine. At most, I'm in the capital, and you are in Danzhou. During the festivals, I will remember that there is an illegitimate son who is far away by the seaside of Danzhou. Come to your side." His Majesty's hair was covered with snowflakes, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was snow or Ruxue's hair, and his whole person gradually became old.
"However, Chen Pingping doesn't seem to think so. When you were four years old, he sent Fei Jie to your side, and secretly dispatched a group of spies from the Overwatch Council to your mother. About this matter, he entered the palace to tell Excuse me, I originally thought he was a little unnecessary..."
The emperor frowned, as if recalling the past ten years, and said, "However, when you were twelve years old, you were assassinated."
The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, shook his head and said, "You were in Danzhou in those years, so you probably didn't know about it. The news from Danzhou was sent to Chen Pingping's desk through the Supervisory Yuan. Your enthusiasm, enter the palace from time to time, and tell me your every move."
"You flirted with the girl in Danzhou, you climbed onto the roof in Danzhou and yelled, and you started to cook for your mother yourself. The extremely dangerous and domineering true energy cultivated in your body..." The emperor's face A strange smile emerged, "I know your every move, even better than these sons in the capital, so even though you are far away in Danzhou, I seem to be used to you being here side."
"Then you came to the capital, by my side, in the Qing Temple, in the tea shop outside the other courtyard." The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, his smile gradually faded, "You entered the Overwatch Council, you went to the Hanging Temple , you entered the small building with me, and you were sent to the south of the Yangtze River by me, and I must admit that you are my son, and the one I love the most."
"Your mother once said a word, love is habit, I am used to your existence, when you were young." The emperor suddenly looked up at Xuekong, who was looking at, suddenly nodded and said : "However, my favorite son refuses to be my son. At this time, he is still standing in front of me, wanting to challenge my authority and seek justice for what happened back then."
He lowered his head, looked at Fan Xian indifferently, and said, "There is no victory or defeat between you and my father and son. After careful calculation, Chen Pingping won after all."
Fan Xian understood this sentence, so he fell into silence.
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"Since you are not a benevolent person with the world in mind, and since what you seek is to resolve personal grievances rather than justice, then I don't quite understand your choice today." His Majesty the Emperor did not give Fan Xian any more feeling about himself. Like a relative, he asked directly and indifferently.
Since it was just for personal revenge, and since it was just for fairness, why did Fan Xian take the snow as the world, explain the facts to His Majesty the Emperor, throw out so many bargaining chips, and only want to confine the battlefield to the imperial city? , Limit the enemy and us to father and son? Revenge has never been merciful at all. The Qing Kingdom and the world can all be Fan Xian's sharp weapons.
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian said, "I thought about it for seven days in the mansion." He smiled and continued, "The so-called retreat is a lie. Locking people in a room for seven days and nights will drive people crazy. You also have to eat and let the wind go.”
His expression gradually softened and calmed, and he said: "In the middle of the night, Wan'er and the others are all asleep, and I will sneak out of the room alone, wearing a single shirt, like a wandering spirit, in the mansion In those days, there was continuous snow in the capital, and it was very cold at night, and the old women who watched the garden were all hiding in the corner room to drink, and no one noticed me."
"I'll just go shopping alone." Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor, opened his eyes, and said very seriously: "I just discovered that the garden of the Fan Mansion is so big that it has been busy with government affairs and Intriguing, I almost forgot what my own garden looks like. I didn't notice this until these seven days, the garden of Fan Mansion is actually bigger than Huayuan in the south of the Yangtze River."
"I don't know how many mansions there are on that street in Nancheng, and I don't know how much space they occupy." Fan Xian said seriously: "There are also those places that are usually inconspicuous for food and clothing, in my opinion, they are very common things. In fact, for those ordinary people, it is an extremely luxurious enjoyment."
He pointed to the palace in the misty snow and said, "Of course, the biggest garden is still this palace."
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"In the past few years, while I was living my own life, I also took care of the lives of the Li people. Whether it was the internal treasury, the Hegong Yamen or the Hangzhou Club, I gained some reputation. I thought I was helping them. But suddenly I realized that they are actually just supporting us." Fan Xian looked calmly, looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said, "If that's the case, why should I ask them for gratitude?"
"I'm not a saint. I have all kinds of flaws. It's just that I've gotten better over the years, and I've concealed it hypocritically. But if I ask myself, I still love Qingguo after all."
"No matter how bad this country is, under His Majesty's rule, the people live a happy life. There is an internal treasury and an Overwatch Council. If I don't mess around, at least this kind of good life can last for decades."
"As I said earlier, I don't even deserve to be grateful, so why should I harm them just because of my own personal enmity? I caused turmoil in this world, murdered and set fire everywhere, and the world fell apart, causing them to be miserable. , will I be happy?"
"If I chose that path for revenge, not to mention what the old cripple in the sky will think, but I think my mother will not like it."
"Since we are seeking justice for them, how can we choose a path that they don't like?"
"I love the Qing Kingdom, so I hope this is just a war between Your Majesty and me. It's just a matter between us. It's best not to drag too many people in."
"Someone said before that one should follow the right way in life. What is the right way? It is doing the right thing... However, I have never understood that this is right and wrong, and that is also right and wrong. How can I judge my own right and wrong? Judge your Majesty's right and wrong, and use your own right and wrong to judge the world's right and wrong? What is the standard for judging right and wrong?"
"It's ultimately a subjective feeling."
"If the right way is to do the right thing, then the so-called right is the direction to make oneself feel at ease. Today I entered the palace to talk to His Majesty and do these things to make myself feel at ease."
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Fan Xian spoke slowly sentence by sentence, expressing more than half of what he thought during the past seven days. As for the remaining half, it involved the contest between him and His Majesty, not only today, but also possible future contest. This kind of mutual harm and temptation in the heart is useless to talk about, only bad.
"There are no real saints in this world." The emperor lowered his eyes slightly, and snowflakes hung on his eyelashes, "Perhaps your mother is one, and what you said today is at least close to the true meaning of this world. If your mother knows you It must be very comforting to grow up to be a young man like today."
Fan Xian quietly looked at the thin face of the Emperor Lao Tzu, and suddenly, for some reason, there was a surge of sympathy and sadness that frightened him, these inappropriate emotions that appeared at an inappropriate time , made him feel panic. Facing such a snow-capped mountain-like figure, how can you sympathize with him
Maybe it's just sympathy for the emperor, who still regards Fan Xian as his most proud flesh and blood, and doesn't even know that there is a soul that has already been determined in Fan Xian's body. Perhaps Fan Xian was sympathetic to the other party for being kept secret by his acting skills, but at the moment of death and death, Fan Xian still couldn't reveal his true heart.
In these years, Fan Xian played the role of a loyal minister, a filial son, a lone minister and an evil son in front of the emperor. Even today, when he slaughtered the capital and was reprimanded in the palace, he still acted so purely, honestly and solemnly, using words as the front and performance as the blade, Step by step, one sentence pierced into the emperor's heart.
This is a battle of the heart. Back then, Fan Xian had to deal with the Northern Qi sage Begonia Duoduo. He started preparations in the capital, swayed in the North Sea, pretended to be really drunk in the restaurant in Shangjing, shook and shook and shook together, and then went to the south of the Yangtze River The gentleness of that tentacle finally won the battle.
His Majesty the Emperor is not Haitang. Fan Xian has been acting in front of him for longer and harder, but he never knew whether he could really touch the other party's heart that is hard to melt. However, this scene is destined to continue, even if Fan Xian dies at the hands of the other party, he must continue to play, otherwise, this person cannot be pulled from the altar, from the dragon chair, otherwise, those Protect the person Fan Xian wants to protect.
Broken cans, broken, barefoot, not afraid of wearing shoes? Fan Xian was able to be so shameless and black as to fight killing with killing. However, Emperor Qing is such an easy opponent to defeat. Fan Xian is cold-blooded enough, and the opponent is even more cold-blooded, so today's visible killing and cold-blooded decisive battle is actually a foreshadowing and preface.
The real curtain will be opened at this time.
The wind and snow no longer rolled in the air, but fell straight down, changing from small flower bones into pieces of goose feathers, with a heavy sense of beauty, falling on the emperor and Fan Xian.
After a long talk from the Chinese calligraphy under the door to the deep palace, Fan Xian's body has already warmed and nourished the true qi of two Zhoutianli with completely different natures, and his whole body has entered a state of no joy and no sorrow. , the true qi in his body was plentiful to the extreme, and he was just waiting for which snowflake to touch that moment.
In the wind and snow, Emperor Qing stood with his hands behind his back, with a natural power on his body, he squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Fan Xian with a sneering smile.
Fan Xian had already let go of what Fan Xian was holding by the wind and snow, but as soon as he touched His Majesty's body, it was as if he had encountered an indestructible snow mountain, and he could no longer move forward.
The cultivation level of the great master is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Emperor Qing just looked at Fan Xian indifferently, and suppressed Fan Xian in the snow as far as he could see.
The father and son confronted each other for a long time, and the emperor suddenly smiled ironically: "Even if it is to fulfill your peace of mind, it will always take time."
After saying this, the emperor put his hands behind his back, raised his legs casually, and walked out in one step.
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After walking out, in such a wind and snow filled with two domineering and majestic spirits, His Majesty the Emperor left as soon as he said, without caring, and freely and casually, just like the superposition of the situation at this time, the wild dance of the wind and snow is not at all Might have caught him in his stride.
This step seems simple, but in fact it has profound meaning and is not simple.
There were countless crackling sounds, and the clear and clear sound of wind and snow rang out. Fan Xian's feet standing on the snow suddenly sank an inch for no reason!
With Fan Xian's feet as the center, countless thin cracks stretch out, like lightning, but they will not fade for a long time. They stay on the snow, like spider webs, which will not break easily even in the wind and snow.
These thin cracks stretched extremely wide and far, showing the black soil below clearly, looking like an indescribable rune, with a wonderful sense of beauty.
Fan Xian stood alone in the middle of these cracks, silent for a long time, his face was calm and indifferent, and he stepped out with all his might, but he couldn't hold back the opponent's step, and at that step, he walked out with ease, as if he was no longer in this world between.
He suddenly thought of the sentence Uncle Wuzhu said on the cliff in Danzhou, take off your clothes, the previous step of His Majesty the Emperor, has perfectly reached the perfect state of this sentence, not only throwing away this remnant body, but also walked out of this place long ago .
However, Fan Xian didn't feel any sense of despair, because he knew that what he was facing was the only great master left in this continent today, a figure who was almost beyond the realm of ordinary people.
He pondered for a moment in the snow, then raised his knees and walked towards the small building following the footprints left by His Majesty.
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