(Yesterday, many brothers and sisters stayed up with me all night, and there is a kind of strength in my heart... Hehe, I really couldn't bear to go to bed at nine o'clock in the morning, but I fell asleep until five or six o'clock in the afternoon.
At this time, I sincerely present the last chapter of Qing Yu Nian, with a total of 11,000 words, free of charge, because I want to share this last feeling with everyone.
The epilogue will also come out, within about two days, licking my lips, I am really touched. )
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A spring in the long, long time to come.
In the beautiful city of Hangzhou, a young son is riding on a big green horse, followed by many companions as servants and guards, and the formation is quite large. This young gentleman was walking by the weeping willows of the West Lake, raising his hands from time to time to push away the willow branches that fell in front of him, with a smile on his face, but he didn't have that pretentious and unrestrained affectation. at ease.
There are occasional pleasure boats passing by on the lake, but there is no rumored beautiful woman waving her red sleeves. A man who looked like a housekeeper next to this son-in-law said with a shrill smile: "It is said that there are many beauties in West Lake, why haven't you seen them?"
The son on Daqing's horse frowned slightly, probably because he felt that what the housekeeper said was too disrespectful. On the other horse, a man who looked like a master said coldly: "Baoyue Tower is opened all over the world, but now there are people who want to fish in the West Lake every day, who dares to make a living in the West Lake
What he said was a bit weird, and there was a trace of uncontrollable coldness.
Today's Nanqing is still the most powerful country in the world. Although the Kyoto Overwatch Council has been restructured and even the post of dean has been removed, His Majesty the Emperor's supervision of the administration of officials has reached an unprecedentedly strict level. , I also learned the method of a certain predecessor, and greatly increased the salaries of officials. Although the rampage in the countryside cannot be completely eliminated, in a romantic place like Hangzhou, is it possible that there are still people who dare to occupy the entire West Lake
The young master sitting on the big green horse frowned slightly, looked at the people who were avoiding his party in the distance, paid attention to their clothes and expressions, and put his mind on other places.
A few years ago, during Emperor Qing's Northern Expedition, unexpectedly, when the Great War was about to break out, a shocking change took place in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto. Nanqing rebelled against Fan Xian and entered the palace to assassinate His Majesty. Unfortunately, His Majesty died. When this incident happened, the world was shocked and the country was in turmoil. However, it still occupied a large area of Northern Qi.
The Southern Qing and Northern Expeditions were postponed. However, after the new emperor purged the court, cultivated his confidantes, and restored the confidence of thousands of people in the Qing Kingdom, the Northern Expedition was still not put on the table. It seemed that it would be dragged on like this forever.
However, the Northern Qi did not relax its vigilance because of the turmoil in the south. Under the careful governance of the Zhan Family Emperor, the Northern Qi was thriving. After a war. The national strength is gradually recovering. If this stalemate continues, it may become extremely difficult for Nanqing to make another northern expedition.
Regarding the details of the assassination incident that shocked the whole world, all the insiders, including the Nanqing court, kept secret, but used the fastest speed to put Fan Xian on the pillar of shame.
Regarding this point, no one has any doubts. After all, the new emperor is His Majesty's own son. Although everyone knows that His Majesty and Fan Xian have brotherhood, teacher-student friendship, it is impossible to let go of killing his father. hatred.
What makes everyone strange is why the Nanqing court didn't link this shocking event with the people of the Northern Qi Dynasty or Dongyi City, and took advantage of the anger of the whole country to launch the Northern Expedition directly to the end. Instead, it was intentional or unintentional , took Northern Qi Dongyi out of this matter.
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No one knows that the young son on Daqing's horse is His Majesty the Emperor of Nanqing. Naturally, no one can recognize him. The master who is accompanying him at this time is Nanqing's current number one master, the deputy of the Privy Council. Make leaves.
If the people of Northern Qi found out about this news and knew that Emperor Nanqing and Ye Wanruo had appeared in Hangzhou, far away from the capital, at the same time, they might send a large number of killers to try their luck. After all, if Emperor Nanqing and Ye Wanruo died at the same time, Nanqing I'm afraid Qing's vitality will be damaged by more than half.
Today's Nanqing Emperor is the third prince Li Chengping, who was born to the late Emperor and Concubine Yigui. He dared to stay away from the capital and come to Hangzhou for a spring break. Naturally, he didn't worry about these safety issues. Ye Wan, who was next to him, was originally a rare ninth rank in the world. On the other hand, there are countless experts hidden around him. The most important thing is that Li Chengping doesn't believe that there is anyone in this world who can hurt him by the West Lake.
"Ten years ago, it should be the sixth year of Qingli, and I stayed in Jiangnan for a whole year." Sitting on the big green horse, Li Chengping looked at the gentle water of the West Lake, and his eyes naturally softened. I stayed in the garden for a long time, but I also lived in the house by the West Lake for a while, and now that I think about it, this is actually the most relaxing time in my life."
"Your Majesty is responsible for the peace of the world and the hope of all peoples. You can no longer be as relaxed and happy as you were when you were young." Ye Wan said something casually. The people who came from inside and the passers-by stayed far away, so the conversation between the monarch and his ministers was not taboo.
Li Chengping listened to Ye Wan's old-fashioned and implying dissuasion, smiled slightly, and did not show any disgust. First, he respected Ye Wan's loyalty to him, and second, after all, Ye Wan was him at the beginning. The Martial Arts Taifu... Even to this day, Li Chengping only regards the man whom he hasn't seen for a long time as the only gentleman.
A group of people walked slowly along the beautiful willow embankment of the West Lake, towards the back of the mountain, breaking the peace that had been maintained here for many days, and came to an elegant courtyard with gray walls and black eaves.
"It hasn't been many years, but this yard hasn't changed much."
Li Chengping got off his horse with a calm expression. The gate of the courtyard had already been opened wide, ready to welcome the arrival of His Majesty in micro-clothes. Standing in front of the courtyard with the middle door wide open, Emperor Nanqing tidied up his clothes and stepped in.
The house next to the West Lake faces the water and backs the mountains, and the backside is quiet, but there is not much feeling of the mountains being overcast and wet. The gentle wind from the lake, passing through the woods, penetrates the house, making the study in the back of the house talk. The voice also became extremely gentle.
"Sir, I owe to my husband's secret support these past few years..."
"Sir, I am puzzled..."
"gentlemen… "
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The man whom Nanqing Emperor Li Chengping called Mr. was silent for a long time, and he didn't speak until a long time later, the voice rang out softly: "Since your majesty is here, you should rest in the West Lake for a while. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful and the climate Well, it’s better than the hot summer and winter cold in Kyoto.”
Li Chengping's voice was also silent for a long time, with a trace of extremely subtle resentment, he said slowly: "Sir, I... is the emperor of a country after all."
"Your Majesty, I am very aware of this matter, but... I am no longer a minister of the Qing Kingdom, am I?"
"Sir, you have to give an explanation to the imperial court about the internal treasury. Now that the Overwatch Council has found out the whereabouts of that village, I, as the emperor, cannot pretend to be deaf and dumb."
"Your Majesty, if any lord is angry about this matter, you might as well ask him to come to me. I don't mind letting him know the name of this inner treasury."
The conversation ended here and reached an impasse. There was a window on the side of the study close to the courtyard. Fan Xian sat beside the Ming table under the window, looked away from Li Chengping's face, squinted slightly, and looked at the man in the courtyard. A peach blossom.
Several years have passed, and Fan Xian has also disappeared from the world for several years, and has even disappeared from the discussions in the tea shops and alleys. There is no doubt that many people may have forgotten the poets, officials, and officials of the Southern Qing Dynasty. The last rebellion. His face didn't change much, a few years was not enough to add a weathered color to the hair between his eyebrows, it was still the same as before, but his expression became more calm and unhurried.
Li Chengping glanced at him, slowly raised the teacup in his hand, and took a sip of it, without deliberately hiding the worry on his brows. Ye Wan, who had been standing beside him, squinted his eyes at the person like Tian Jiaweng, and his brows gradually frowned. He hadn't seen this person for many years, although he knew secretly that this person lived a good life in the world, but Ye Wan still couldn't accept this fact.
A rebel who assassinated the late emperor can still live a peaceful life in the land of Nanqing! This absurd fact made it difficult for Ye Wan to suppress the anger in his heart, but he knew that it was not the time to attack, but he still couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "Master Fan, in front of Your Majesty, it is best to abide by the orders of your subjects." Duty."
Fan Xian turned his head, smiled, and didn't say anything, because he knew Ye Wan's temperament, he also knew his current status in the court, and he knew why Ye Wan had such deep hostility towards him. duty? If I really regarded myself as a courtier of Nanqing for the rest of my life, I wouldn't have those things in the palace back then.
Not only did Ye Wan want to eat Fan Xian's flesh and blood, but in fact, most of the loyal officials in the Nanqing court had such a strong hatred for that little Lord Fan who had disappeared. In order to appease this hatred, the Nanqing court had already laid down the Fan family in the past few years. All the Fan family properties were confiscated and not included in the national treasury, and were handed over to Prince Jing's mansion.
Because His Majesty's mother was born in Duke Liu's Mansion, Fan Xian was not dragged down by Guogong Lane, and most of the Fan clan had already left the capital, and their property was confiscated, but they were handed over to Prince Jing's Mansion, which could block most of the people. The mouths of most of the courtiers did not really hurt Fan Xian.
Fan Xian smiled at Li Chengping calmly, mildly and absolutely sincerely, and said, "I haven't seen His Majesty for many years. Although the court affairs are busy, let's stay for two more days."
He didn't pay attention to Ye Wan at all. This was a kind of self-restraint, but also a kind of indifference and self-confidence.
Li Chengping smiled slightly, and said, "It's okay, I haven't seen Sister Chen and that pair of live treasures for a long time."
Fan Xian also laughed, and said: "Shuning and Brother Liang are probably practicing big characters with Sisi at this time, Your Majesty will go first, and I will come after I change clothes." Waking up, it's really a neglect."
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Nanqing emperor Li Chengping and Qing army's famous general Ye Wan walked out of the study room like two ordinary guests, and Fan Xian did not personally accompany them. This kind of treatment, this situation is really confusing. However, Li Chengping and Ye Wan remained silent and did not show any anger, because the previous conversation in the study had fully demonstrated Fan Xian's attitude.
The butler of West Lake Fan Zhai led the way humbly. This butler had a handsome face, and he was gratifying and friendly at first glance. It was just a pity that there were still a few acne marks on his face, but he was overwhelmed by the warm and peaceful smile on his face. Once rushed, few people will pay attention to this.
Walking on the quiet and beautiful stone path in the house, Li Chengping looked at the back of the butler in front of him, and suddenly frowned slightly. He felt that this back looked familiar, especially the way this man had dealt with before, which was full of court style. Reminds His Majesty Emperor Nanqing of an unimportant person.
"Hong Zhu?" Li Chengping frowned slightly, and called out tentatively.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The butler of the Fan residence froze slightly, then turned around and saluted very respectfully.
Li Chengping looked at him with a strange look for a long time, and said quietly: "When the master left the capital, he just asked me to leave you. By his side."
Countless thoughts welled up in His Majesty's heart, but in Fan's house, he didn't say much, just waved his hand, and let Hong Zhu take him to the courtyard.
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Emperor Nanqing, who was traveling in micro-clothes, did not stay by the West Lake for long, only three days. After two fruitless conversations with Fan Xian, Emperor Li Chengping and Ye Wan left Fan's house by the West Lake. Go in the direction of Suzhou.
In the entire Nanqing court, only the top few dignitaries knew that Fan Xian was living in seclusion by the West Lake, and Xue Qing, who was still serving as the governor of Jiangnan Road, naturally knew that after Li Chengping ascended the throne, the governor of Tianxia Qilu The rotation was carried out, but Jiangnan Road has not been touched. On the one hand, it is because Jiangnan Road is the most important thing in Qing Kingdom, and on the other hand, it may not be because Xue Qing, a powerful figure, is used to check and balance Fan Xian who lives in seclusion. thought.
Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Li Chengping's face was calm, and after a long silence, he suddenly said: "At the beginning when Mister took Hong Zhu away from the palace, I thought it was true as the rumors said, Hong Zhu was the chief eunuch that Mister hated the most, and there was still something in my heart." I can't bear it... Now I find out that Hong Zhu...is actually his person."
Li Chengping frowned slightly, and changed the address of Fan Xian from Mr. to his direct title. Presumably, the exposure of Hong Zhu's identity made the nominally strongest king in the world feel a little uneasy and angry.
"Who would have thought that he actually hid so many people in the palace. No wonder he was able to enter and exit the palace without hindrance. Nothing in the palace could be hidden from him. Even the emperor was finally defeated by him."
Ye Wan was silent at the side. Of course, he hoped that His Majesty the Emperor could order the imperial court to strike the most thorough attack on the Fan faction hidden in the dark. Mr. Xiao Fan, what kind of influence does he have over Nanqing and the whole world? It is basically impossible to clean up the other party in the current situation.
Li Chengping, who was sitting on the Daqing horse, suddenly sighed, and said: "I know what you want to say, so I don't need to say it. I have studied with my husband since I was a child, and I know what kind of temperament he is, and my mother will never Allow me to have other thoughts."
He turned his head and glanced at Ye Wan, thinking that in the court, this is probably the only loyal minister who is most capable of assisting him. As for Mr., how could he come to assist him? Just beg him not to make any more big troubles.
A little unwilling? Fortunately, it has been a long time since Li Chengping sat on the Dragon Throne, but deep down in his heart still remains the fear, fear, gratitude and...worship of Fan Xian when he was young. These emotions are very complicated, so his gaze at this time is also very complicated. , Looking at the beautiful spring scenery in the southeast through the green trees beside the official road, he said quietly: "Without Mr., I would not be able to sit on this chair."
Except for the literati and officials in the imperial court, they still retain a strong killing intent towards the name Fan Xian. In fact, the common people in the world are not too angry with Fan Xian. A big Hang character, hang in Hangzhou Hui.
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Life by the West Lake was very comfortable. Fan Xian had lived a peaceful life for several years, but this spring's peace was disturbed by His Majesty's sudden visit. His heart also seemed to have escaped from the state of tranquility, and in the early morning after Li Chengping left, he started to wander in the garden under the fresh dew.
The pair of sons and daughters are already grown up, they have already begun to be enlightened, and now they are practicing calligraphy with Sisi every day. When he was in Danzhou that year, Sisi had copied a lot of stone diaries for Fan Xian, and the small script was extremely beautiful. Fan Xian was not worried, but felt a little distressed that the children had to get up so early.
Lin Wan'er came up from behind him, took a single coat and put it on him, and said, "Be careful of catching a cold."
"How long did you play mahjong yesterday?" Fan Xian glanced at her narrowly, and said jokingly, now that Sisi is still in charge of the children's schooling, Lin Wan'er only looks at the account books of the Hangzhou Club occasionally. There is nothing to do, so I put my limited life into the infinite work of coding the city wall, and I never get tired of it.
"These people in the family are not good enough, and they will leave after playing a few games." Lin Wan'er replied with a smile. Now she is also a young woman in her twenties, but her smile is still so sunny and soft, with big eyes. There is still no dust in the pupils.
"When the second child comes back, let's see how he treats you." Fan Xian said with a smile.
"Speaking of Sizhe, Yuchang came yesterday and brought a message from his father. His Majesty was talking to you at that time. I was afraid that these matters were urgent, so I didn't bother you."
Yuchang was the Tiger Guard in black, who had followed the retired Minister of the Household Department Fan Jian for many years, and was the most trusted confidant of the Fan family. Hearing this, Fan Xian frowned slightly and asked, "Father What's going on over there?"
"It's nothing serious, just let us go back to Danzhou later. Grandma misses you, and Sizhe has to rush back from Shangjing. I'm afraid I won't be able to come to Hangzhou first." Lin Wan'er replied softly.
Fan Xian said: "Let's go back then, that boy Sizhe..." He sighed for some reason, and said to Wan'er with a smile: "At the beginning I thought things were very beautiful, thinking that the third child would become the emperor, Sizhe can go back to Beijing, and maybe he will be the secretary of the household department in the future to help the third child... But now that he is my own younger brother, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to appear in the capital in this life."
"Let's not worry about these things for now, but Yuchang asked on behalf of his father, how will Shijia Village deal with it?"
"Take your time according to the plan." Fan Xian's smile gradually faded, and he said calmly and seriously: "Since the court knows, why bother to cover up too much, the third child's words are still as incomplete and untrue as when he was a child, clearly in his heart I'm terribly worried, but I don't want to speak clearly, so it's hard for me to say too much."
"Speaking of Your Majesty, there is really something wrong with your attitude towards His Majesty these two days, have you not noticed Ye Wan's black face?" Lin Wan'er said with a smile: "Although your relationship with him is different from ordinary monarchs and ministers, but now he is the emperor after all. Your Majesty, at least on the surface, always do it."
Fan Xian chuckled twice, patted Wan'er's head, and after a moment of silence, said seriously: "It took me half my life to not kneel down, so naturally I can't make an exception for him."
Yes, in today's world, whether it is the emperor of Northern Qi or the emperor of Nanqing, Fan Xian doesn't have to kneel in front of them. In a mood of suspicion.
"The third child is already grown up, so he should have some ideas of his own." The husband and wife went deep into the bamboo grove, and walked towards the white stone protrusion in the distance. As they walked, Fan Xian said with unexpected corners of his lips A complicated smile appeared on the ground: "Last year, Lao Dai was kicked out of the palace by him. It was not because of me. Lao Dai saved his life. It can be regarded as the third son giving me some face."
"Hou Jichang was also picked up by him." Fan Xian walked through the bamboo forest, stood in front of the protrusion made of white stones, and said quietly: "But this is not allowed."
Although the words were simple, they revealed a trace of undeniable power. Lin Wan'er stared blankly at his side face, and didn't think that her husband's words of interfering in the government were so incredible. In the years after Emperor Qing's death, it seemed that all the powers related to Fan Xian had been confiscated and dispersed by the court. However, Anyone who really knows the inside story knows that if Fan Xian is willing, he can still use extremely powerful power.
"Although the old Wangtou has retired, Ziyue is still working in Beijing, so I will leave this matter to him."
"Didn't you always want to interfere with the situation in Kyoto? Why did you do this this time? Don't you worry about angering His Majesty?"
"It's about Ji Chang, His Majesty is trying to provoke me... As for the court affairs, I'm not qualified to take care of them, but if he tries to test my bottom line step by step, I don't mind putting the bottom line forward Some." Fan Xian looked at his wife and said, "I know the third child better than you, and none of the boys in the old Li family are simple."
After saying these words, he turned his head and looked quietly at the protrusion made of white stones. In fact, it was a tomb. Chen Pingping's tomb was set by him beside the beautiful West Lake.
After Emperor Qing, there was no one in the whole world who could compete with Fan Xian, not even Li Chengping. Fan Xian's power was too far-reaching, too spread, and scattered throughout the world. Xian tied his hands and feet and only engaged in a two-person war, let alone today's Li Chengping.
Fan Xian owns the world's number one bank in his hands, and the remaining eight ninth-rank powerhouses in Jianlu are loyal to him. He still has countless eyeliners and cronies in his inner treasury. The Ming family run by Xia Qifei is still the largest imperial merchant in Qing Kingdom Fan Sizhe's business in Northern Qi is still the biggest successor of internal treasury smuggling, and the little princess in the Northern Qi Palace is his own daughter...
Concubine Ning, who was under house arrest in the palace, was taken to Dongyi City a few years ago, and the princess, Ma Suosuo, and the young lady of Wang Dadu's family, Wang Tong'er, went with her. The year before last, the First Prince returned to Beijing to meet with His Majesty, and everything was as usual. However, Dongyi City is nominally attached to Nanqing, but in fact it is still an independent kingdom jointly ruled by the First Prince and Fan Xian.
Wang Tong'er moved to Dongyi City along with the prince's mansion, so Wang Zhikun could no longer hold the position of governor of Yanjing. After Marshal Ye Zhong was stabbed by the shadow, he was saddened by the death of His Majesty, the chaos in Nanqing, After reluctantly maintaining the order of the court for a period of time, he said his goodbyes and left. The Nanqing military, following the retirement of these two veterans, started a new revolution. Ye Wan officially stood on the stage in Kyoto, next to His Majesty's Dragon Robe. However, this new revolution could not be completed in a short period of time at least.
Apart from the reasons mentioned above, the most important thing for Fan Xian to be able to have a completely equal or even superior status to the emperors in the world is his past history and his powerful military support.
People who are close to Fan Xian have woven a big net in the world, one link is intertwined, no matter who wants to hurt him, or hurt one of the links, Fan Xian will probably be hit by Fan Xian, and everyone I know that Fan Xian is powerful and Fan Xian is ruthless.
So the world today is... very peaceful.
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Fan Xian quietly looked at Chen Pingping's grave, looked at the white jade wet with dew, and remained silent. It had been a few days since he came here to see the old lame man. , maybe he won't come today.
Today, Fan Xian is living a very good life, as are his subordinates, relatives and friends. Shi Chanli and Sang Wen are married, and the chivalrous man who had been slapped by Fan Xian in Baoyue Tower is nowhere to be found. Living in the world seems to be perfect, and there is nothing else to ask for.
The more this was the case, the more he felt that Chen Pingping in the tomb was very lonely. Although the white jade stones outside completely concealed the dark shadow that this old man was born with, they couldn't warm Fan Xian's heart a little.
There is no stele in Chen Pingping's tomb, but a poem is engraved on the rock wall next to it, which reads:
A solitary sail with a leaf of Danzhou sky is only among teachers and friends. Is there only one surname in Sheji? Who in the universe will pity the people? He rode three thousand miles into the sky, and Guyuan white headed for twenty years. Mo Daoqiu is old and disabled, and laughs at the fact that heroes don't take it easy.
(I stole the book from a book friend, but forgot the original author's name. I hope you can forgive me. I am very sorry.)
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Whenever Fan Xian realized his detachment in this world, his own peace after the death of the emperor Lao Tzu, and stopped to watch this poem, he would always think of many things from that year. In fact, the blow that really crushed His Majesty the Emperor was not the rainbow in the palace, nor his attack, but perhaps the forbearance that started many years ago, and the betrayal of the old cripple at the end.
It was this blow that finally allowed Emperor Qing to uncover the ugly scars that had been for many years, stepped down from the altar, and became a mortal, which gave so many opportunities to those who came after him.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time, picked a small yellow flower beside the bamboo forest, placed it gently on the grave, then turned and left.
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The life in West Lake is leisurely and carefree, and there is nothing worthy of special mention. The only thing that makes Fan Xian a little unhappy is that he seems to retreat and cannot hide for the sake of those people he wants to take care of. The idea of a real western continent seems impossible to realize in a short time.
After all, if he leaves this continent, how many turmoil will arise in this continent. This is not narcissism, nor arrogance, but the legacy of the predecessors. And an extremely helpless situation.
For several years living in West Lake, the only incident that occurred was probably the assassination of Fan Wujiu, the last member of the second prince's eight generals, in order to avenge the second prince and his colleagues, endured for many years, and even finally fell into He Zongwei's sect, Unexpectedly, he was still captured by Fan Xian. The Overwatch Council did not kill this person, but exiled him according to Fan Xian's wishes. Unexpectedly, this person found another opportunity to assassinate on the edge of the West Lake.
Of course Fan Xian didn't die, and he didn't kill the other party either. Perhaps it was because he felt that life was too boring, or maybe it was because he respected the obsession that such a person knew he couldn't do.
A singer was dancing, and beautiful singing echoed in the West Lake Fan Garden. Fan Xian's family sat scattered in the courtyard, eating melons and fruits, chatting, watching the dance, and listening to the song. The singers in Chen Yuanli are older, and they are allowed to choose some subordinates who have retired from the courtyard to marry, but now the remaining few in Fan Yuan are about sixteen years old and young. He is ruthless and prefers to stay and play by the West Lake.
Seeing those young dancers, Fan Xian couldn't help sighing in his heart that the old lame man's eyes were vicious. When Chen Yuan left Beijing, these girls were probably only ten years old. How could Chen Pingping see that they were destined to be beautiful in the future?
The singer was Sang Wen's younger sister. This girl who sang Chen Pingping's little song for a long time seemed to be in a bad mood all the time.
"In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing sat in front of the street and drew a few circles. He didn't say anything. His heart was already miserable, and he thought to himself, what kind of face is the young master in Nabo's mansion?..."
At the beginning of the song, Sisi, who was sitting next to Fan Xian, spit out a mouthful of tea, and Lin Wan'er couldn't help laughing and beat Fan Xian's shoulder, thinking that such absurd words, he was the only one in the whole garden. to write it out.
Sitting at the side of the gate, several members of Fujikojing's family looked at each other in blank dismay, especially Fujikojing, who was getting more and more beautiful, couldn't help stroking his crutches, thinking that the young master is too bad, when he went to Danzhou to pick up people, where did he go? Can you not be worried? Who would have known that the young man with a beautiful face would look like this now
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at Fujiko Jing's embarrassing expression. He was in a good mood, and he felt a little happy when he was proud. He thought to himself that you are too unprogressive, and you are not willing to be an official if you are killed. If you were to be the governor of a prefecture and county, and I let that prefecture be renamed Baling, wouldn’t it just be a great article
The girl from the Sang family didn't seem to notice it, and she still sang seriously, singing very seriously, as if she wanted to sing someone's funny life, from beginning to end, in a sad tone.
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Spring is almost late spring.
On the cliff outside Danzhou City, Fan Xian took Shu Ning's tender hand, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the very familiar sea in front of him. Shuning looked at her father who was slightly worried, and said in a childish voice: "Father, you don't seem to like Aunt Sang's song, would you like Shuning to sing it for you?"
"Okay, just sing "Over the Rainbow", I taught you."
Shu Ning said in embarrassment: "But this kind of foreign language is very difficult to learn. Uncle has been looking for a teacher in Dongyi City for a long time, but he has not found a teacher."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "Then we won't sing."
He looked at his daughter beside him, and for some reason suddenly remembered the little yellow-haired girl in Danzhou City many years ago, and also thought of the words His Majesty the Emperor said before his death. .
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"Don't follow me all the time." Miss Fan's face was icy, she was dressed as a doctor, and she was walking in a remote mountain field with a medical box on her back. She looked at Li Hongcheng who looked like a homeless man behind her, and said coldly: "Roujia has given birth to a second child, you, uncle, will not go back to the house, and besides, don't you know what Prince Jing is thinking?" .”
Li Hongcheng took off the straw hat on his head and fanned it. Looking at Fan Ruoruo beside the tree, he said with a rascal smile: "Father wants the child to give birth by himself, I don't have the time."
"How long will you be with me?" Fan Ruoruo bit her lip and looked at him angrily.
"I've been with you for five years, so what if there are another five years?" Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng, leading the lean horse that was more tired than him, replied with a smile.
Without saying a word, Fan Ruoruo put down the gauze curtain under the hat, and walked towards the mountain village where the white smoke rose from the mountain. He just occasionally thought in his heart that he was used to being followed by this guy, so let's just follow.
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Fan Xian held Shuning in his hand, and touched a string of warm beads between his fingers. Looking down, he found that it was the string of ruby beads that Haitang gave to his daughter many years ago. Fan Xian couldn't help being stunned for a moment Living.
"When will Aunt Dodo come to see me again?" Fan Shuning obviously has a more mature mind than her age. Seeing his father's expression, he guessed what he was thinking, and asked very considerately. Anyway, at this time, the two mothers No one is around, and no one cares about anything.
Fan Xian laughed and said, "When she gets tired on the grassland, she will come to see you." Yes, Haitang has returned to the grassland, and I don't know when she will come back, but what about the Northern Qi emperor and Si Lili? ? What about the girl in the palace whose nickname is Hongdoufan? I heard that next year, Hongdoufan will be officially canonized as a princess. However, the Northern Qi emperor has not had any children these years, and there is some disturbance in the court. I don't know how the female emperor is going to deal with it
Do you still have to ask yourself to borrow a seed? Fan Xian would never mind this kind of sacrifice. Thinking of the scene in the sword hut and the scene in the carriage, his eyes softened, and he said, "Shuning, do you want to go to the capital? Then let's Go to the grassland again, and when you are older, we will go to sea."
"Okay." Shuning exclaimed excitedly.
Fan Xian's eyes fell on the sea below the cliff, and suddenly he saw a ship approaching the harbor. There was a person standing faintly in front of the deck, holding a green flag, standing in the fierce sea wind, so chic As one wishes.
When Thirteenth Wang arrived, Fan Xian's body was slightly stiff, his eyes moistened, and he felt infinite gratitude. Since Thirteenth Lang came back from the north, Uncle Wuzhu, who had been recuperating on Dadong Mountain, should leave. The days are not far away, and Fan Xian really misses that black cloth.
In order to hide the hot tears in his eyes in front of his daughter, Fan Xian turned around, looked at Danzhou City on the other side of the sea, looked at the houses in the city, thought of the time he had spent here, and thought of leaving Danzhou In the following life, I can't help being silent.
In the distant city of Danzhou, he saw a lot. Sister Dong'er no longer sells tofu, but brother Dabao sits at the door of the house and eats the tofu of a passing woman with his eyes. The grocery store has been closed all the time. There were no clothes drying on the terrace in the salty sea breeze, and no one shouted for rain, because it did not rain.
Many people have left, but many people have stayed. Many things have changed, but many things have not changed.
Fan Xian sat down, held his daughter in his arms, and gently rocked her. Shuning squinted her eyes at the foam on the sea and the approaching boat, and suddenly asked, "Father, what kind of person is grandma?"
Fan Xian was stunned, and didn't realize it for a long time, because in his heart, Ye Qingmei was always just a smart, beautiful girl who came out of a fairyland, and the yellow clothes on the portrait didn't look like the girl Ye Qingmei. Eyebrow, in the daughter's mouth at this moment, is already a grandma.
"She... is the little fairy daughter who sneaked from the sky to play in the world." Fan Xian said jokingly to his daughter: "Later, when I got tired of playing and tired of playing, I went back, and I will never find her in the world again."
Fan Shuning grinned and said: "Father lied, others said you were a poet, if grandma returned to heaven, why didn't you go back?"
Fan Xian scratched his head, and suddenly thought of the name given to him by His Majesty the Emperor many years ago, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's because I have many different ideas from hers. I'm just a very useless layman. In a foreign country, there will not be much difference."
The sea breeze blew on his face, blowing away the shy smile he was about to show again. After a moment of silence, he said softly: "My life is probably... If it comes, then it will be safe."
The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled, facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.
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