Fujiko Jing brought another letter. In the letter, Si Nanbo Fan Jian seemed a little worried. It seemed that something happened in the court that worried him, but judging from the words, this matter had nothing to do with the eldest princess. . Fan Xian frowned and thought what could happen? After opening Wang Qinian's letter and comparing the contents of the two pieces of paper, the matter became clear.
"Business and government affairs are now hospital affairs. How long will this process take?" Fan Xian looked at the black snowy sky outside the window, shook his head with a wry smile.
He knew that the task of sending an envoy to Northern Qi would eventually fall on himself, the deputy reception envoy. On the one hand, he was too aggressive when he was drunk in the hall, even if he hid in Cangshan Mountain, it was not enough to calm the lake.
Secondly, Chen Pingping, who had never met her mother, was a close comrade-in-arms of her mother, and obviously wanted her to take the class of the Overwatch Council, which was also proved by Teacher Fei Jie. And if you want to take over from the Overwatch Council, the difficulty is even more difficult than being prime minister. You can't deter thousands of dark spies in the hospital just because of your family background and a little bit of talent.
The Overwatch Council is not an ordinary six-department yamen. Those who are incapable can only hang out for a while and cannot control it for a lifetime. The Overwatch Council, as His Majesty's most important spy agency, needs stability most. So Chen Pingping entrusted this task to herself. If she could successfully rescue Yan Bingyun, then she could gain Yan Ruohui's favor in one fell swoop. And after Mr. Yan returned to Beijing, he would definitely take over immediately. With Fei Jie and Chen Pingping's secret arrangement, he could get the support of at least half of the leaders.
The problem is that his father, Fan Jian, seems to only want to let himself take over the inner treasury in peace, and forget it as a rich man.
As for how to choose between the two, Fan Xian knew that he did not have much right to speak, and it all depended on what the emperor thought. Thinking of that His Majesty, Fan Xian frowned even more. If he really took over the Overwatch Council gradually, it seemed that he could only prove his horrible conjecture.
Being an envoy to Northern Qi was an opportunity to be plated with gold, but Fan Xian knew that if he was only brass, no matter how hard he plated it, he would not be able to turn it into gold. Although he still didn't know the most dangerous part of the Overwatch Council's plan at this time, he could also guess that this trip to the north would be very unusual.
The wind and snow were blowing outside the window, and at the end of the long corridor, there was faint laughter and fiery red light. In this snowy night, it makes people very warm.
Fan Xian put the two letters in the palm of his hand, kneaded them into powder without changing his face, opened the window and threw it on the snow. Once the powder mixed with the powder snow, he couldn't find it anymore, and the night wind outside also blew in. , the face is cold.
After the candles in the house dimmed, they became brighter.
"Close the window quickly, I'm freezing to death." Wan'er, who went to bed early, pitifully stretched out half of her face from under the quilt, hiding her mouth and nose under the quilt, and looked at Fan Xian with a pair of talking eyes: " Go to sleep, let them go crazy, brother is very good, don't worry."
Fan Xian walked to the bed and sat down with a smile. He naturally stretched his hand under the quilt, gently stroking his wife's plump breasts, but said something else: "Dabao is naturally good, but it's not like you don't know our Good brother, don't worry, maybe tomorrow I will take Dabao to the mountain to catch bears."
She has been married for a long time, but Lin Wan'er is still not used to the hand that her husband-in-law stretches out anytime and anywhere, her face is flushed, her eyes seem to be dripping water, she grabs the hands on her chest with her backhand, and says: "And Dishonest."
"The lady called me to sleep, how dare I be honest?" Fan Xian chuckled and slapped his back, the candle was extinguished immediately, leaving only a quiet room, a couple. After a rustling sound of undressing, Fan Xian took off only his single clothes and put them under the blanket. Lin Wan'er couldn't help shivering because of the coldness on his body, and said, "Every night You go to bed so late, and you don’t know what you’re doing sitting at the table?”
"Is this a boudoir grudge?" Fan Xian teased this little wife. Wan'er is not yet sixteen this year. In his previous life, she was still a little girl who was treasured by her parents, but now she has become his wife. She kept courting every night, and she didn't know that she couldn't help it. As she was thinking, her palms couldn't help rubbing on Wan'er's soft chest. The smooth and beautiful touch made him feel extremely smooth.
Lin Wan'er hummed softly, and leaned into his arms.
Fan Xian lowered his head and held her fleshy lips. The two bodies rubbed against each other slowly. The temperature in the room seemed to rise, and both bodies were slightly hot.
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When the clouds disperse and the rain stops, the fog clears, and the flowers bloom and close sometimes.
It was still snowing outside the window. The quilt is as warm as spring. The sleepy and powerless Wan'er lowered her head shyly into Fan Xian's arms. Fan Xian looked at his wife distressedly, and couldn't help but gently touched Wan'er's lips with his fingers. Here comes the chicken leg.
"You... your hands are not clean." Wan'er turned her head away shyly and angrily.
Fan Xian smiled softly and said, "Where is it unclean again? Every part of our good Wan'er is clean."
Lin Wan'er was afraid that her husband would say something more embarrassing, so she quickly changed the subject: "Are you going to Beiqi or not?"
Fan Xian hugged her a little tighter, and asked back, "Are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"
"Huh?" Wan'er's expression couldn't be seen in the darkness, but she must be very nervous. Why did the husband ask such a sentence? In this world, if you marry and follow your husband, there is no reason to turn back halfway. He said angrily and anxiously, "Why does Mr. Xiang ask such a question?"
It was only then that Fan Xian realized that he had asked an inappropriate question, and explained with a wry smile, "It was just a random question." In fact, he still had certain habits from his previous life. Hear something from the mouth of this lovely girl.
"A casual question?" Lin Wan'er was dubious, and said weakly, "Sanggong is thinking about Miss Sisi, right?"
This made Fan Xian think of Sisi who had been intentionally left in Fan Zhai in the capital all this time. Teng Zijing said that she had a good life in Beijing, but he had to solve the nonsense of grandma.
He comforted Wan'er and said, "Why do you want to think about this, it's just that the two of us are going to do business together for the rest of our lives, and of course we have to plan for a long time. It's not like you don't know, your mother always dislikes me."
The words were fresh and interesting, and Wan'er's words fell into Wan'er's ears, making her feel warm and satisfied. Youyou replied: "Get married and follow your husband, what else can I do."
"Then it's over." In the darkness, Fan Xian smiled slightly, the corners of his lips appearing very gentle, and said softly: "The nobles in Beijing are playing a big table of mahjong, I don't know if I can play cards, Mr. .”
Wan'er responded with a smile, "I'm not as good as you in black boxing, and you're not as good as me in card games." This is the sentence Fan Xian made Zhuang Mohan vomit blood in front of the palace, and it has already spread all over the capital.
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Outside the window, Fan Ruoruo, who was unable to sleep due to the strong wind and snow, held an umbrella and looked into the distance in the dark night, carefully keeping a distance from the edge of the stone terrace, with a faint smile on his face. She felt a little empty in her heart. The elder brother she admired the most was married. Where is her future? My brother said that I should be like Sizhe, and find something worth spending my whole life on, maybe it's feelings, maybe it's poetry and painting, but I really don't know what I should pursue.
Snowflakes fell on the umbrella and beat on her heart.
Wu Zhu, who was covered with the eternal black cloth, came quietly behind her, and Fan Ruoruo's voice without a trace of emotion rang in Fan Ruoruo's ears: "Can you keep a secret?"
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In the early morning of the second day, when Fan Xian came back from practice, he was surprised to find that Dabao was wearing a fox fur cloak, looking contentedly at the cliff below the manor. Fan Xian was worried that he would accidentally slip and fall off the green lawn, so he hurried over and asked softly, "Dabao, what are you looking at?"
Dabao grinned foolishly, and pointed to him: "Little Xianxian, there is a big white bird over there."
In the mountains in the distance, there is a faint white mist rising. There are a few white cranes with black necks and black tails bending their necks for food, and suddenly raising their heads and singing, which is extremely crisp but continuous. And dancing is very beautiful.
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, thinking how could he still see cranes staying on Cangshan Mountain in this cold winter weather? Could there be a hot spring there? Cranes are free by nature and don't like restraint, so the crane dance in the distance looks very free and easy. Fan Xian couldn't help but took a deep breath, and his spirit was lifted.
"Dabao, do you like those birds?"
"dislike."
Fan Xian was slightly surprised, and asked with a smile, "Why? Don't they dance well?"
Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, "I'm too tired from dancing, Dabao looks flustered."
Fan Xian laughed, and patted his brother-in-law's thick shoulder. For some reason, after entering the capital, he felt the most relaxed after the three conversations with Dabao. Maybe it was because the other party was really like a child, so he didn't need to worry. what
Although the crane dance is beautiful, it is really tiring.
"Dabao, how have you been playing these days?"
There was a trace of confusion between Dabao's open brows, as if he didn't know how to answer this question, but he still tried hard to answer clearly, he hesitated and said: "Very... quite... okay, playing mahjong... the little fat man loses his temper, quite ... fun."
Fan Xian chuckled, looking at the thick snow forest below the stone flat, the fog in the distance, and the white cranes in the fog, he was speechless for a long time.
(End of the third volume "Cangshan Snow")
Volume 4 Beihai Fog