"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing, and the heavy sleep did not dissipate the residual wine. I tried the man under the curtain, but the begonia was still looking up. Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin." Fan Xian under the tree read softly, his voice was gentle, but I don't know if I'm talking about people or things. This is the first time that Fan Xian, a generation of poets, has composed poems and lyrics since that night in front of the palace.
This daughter named Haitang quietly looked at the slender and even thin body, and gradually let go of the little hand holding the short sword.
"If you want to fight, I will fight." Fan Xian suddenly turned around, smiling all over his face, but he still looked at Haitang with determination and said, "But one day, I would like to see it, even if I don't use those residual wine methods , can you protect Xiao En's old life under Miss Haitang's hands?"
Residual means? Naturally, it means drunk spring.
Haitang's face was calm, and she didn't know what she was thinking. It seemed that she didn't expect that after Fan Xian chanted that poem, he showed the backbone and courage that a man should have. As an arrogance of a generation, she would fall so hard at Fan Xian's hands, and she never expected that Fan Xian would have the courage to face herself alone. At this moment, she really found that she couldn't understand the young official in front of her, so she couldn't help frowning slightly.
But what she was interested in seemed to be something else, and she could only hear her whispering: "Mr. Fan no longer writes poems after hearing that, why is he feeling elegant again today?"
"See Song Si Dong, see Chrysanthemum Think of Autumn, see Hai Tang think..." Fan Xian swallowed the word Chun just right, looked at Hai Tang with a smile, and said softly: "Poetry is the end of the road. It is useless to the country and the people. My official He has some reputation in poetry in the Qing Dynasty, but he is very impatient to say these words on Sunday. This little poem was discovered by chance after a shower of rain a year ago. Today, seeing the spirit in Miss Haitang's weak appearance, I couldn't help but chant it for a while. Come out, I hope the girl will not blame me for being absurd."
Haitang raised her head, squinted at Fan Xian, and suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Ignoring you is just an act, or trying to weaken my will. I just think what you said earlier makes sense. You are an official of the Qing Kingdom. What kind of means is your freedom, so I don't hold grudges against you for this matter. As for Mr. Fan's previous poem, it may be a good poem, but I have never understood it, so I don't understand what it means. I only know... Haitang can't be wet If it rains, if water accumulates in the pot, the roots will rot, let alone green, fat, red and thin, it may turn into a pot of rotten leaves."
After saying this, she turned back, and within a few moments, she disappeared into the quiet mountain forest road, leaving only a faint fragrance and a few birdsong, leaving behind Fan Xian with an embarrassed expression.
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"Why did Miss Hua leave?" Fan Xian sighed as if he had lost something, "I'm going to tell you a story about the little girl picking mushrooms."
Haitang walked freely, and Fan Xian returned naturally, patted his buttocks, hands behind his back, and Shi Shiran walked back along the moss-covered mountain road. After a few steps, he saw the seven tiger guards at the turn of the mountain road, who were facing a formidable enemy, and Wang Qinian even led a group of officials from the Overwatch Council, lying in the grass, ready to kill the generals at all times.
Seeing that Lord Tisi returned safely, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and the Overwatch Council official who was lurking in the grass also stood up, but his face and body were covered with green grass stains, looking very funny.
"My lord, is that the end?" Wang Qinian frowned and followed behind Fan Xian, "This Haitang is a master of the ninth rank in intelligence, and Beiqi always says that she is a Tianmai person, no matter how she looks, she is quite ordinary." It's... she didn't attack the adults?"
"Do it?" Fan Xian heard the dirty meaning in Wang Qinian's words, and scolded, "If she does something to me, I can still walk back so peacefully."
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked at Wang Qinian suspiciously and said, "You used to be the best at detecting and tracking, and you must have good hearing."
"Yes, my lord." Wang Qinian didn't know what he meant.
"Then did you hear my conversation with her just now?" Fan Xian smiled all over his face, but he was full of oppression.
Wang Qinian didn't dare to hide it: "I heard some."
"What did you hear?"
Wang Qinian said with a sad face: "I heard a wonderful speech from my lord, and I also heard about medicine."
Fan Xian warned him: "Absolutely don't reveal it." If a generation of Tianjiao Haitang was publicized by him using aphrodisiacs to plot against him, he would definitely offend all the people in Northern Qi, and that Haitang girl would be ashamed to cover her with a flower basket. Face, dare to go to the street.
"Yes." Wang Qinian was greatly admired, "Your Excellency is indeed not a mortal, but with just a few words, he sent away such a terrifying master."
Fan Xian ignored his flattery and just fell into deep thought. Today's matter looks simple, but in fact he has used his brains a lot. First of all, he has always used his official title to secure his identity as an official, so that Haitang can clearly realize that this is not just a fight in the rivers and lakes, so as not to This girl will become angry because of the aphrodisiac, and forget many things that should be paid attention to.
And Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" was prepared by the shameless Fan Xian when he was in Kyoto. Since Yan Ruohai told him that there is a strange woman named Haitang in the north, Fan Xian has been preparing for this extremely tingling song. He even prepared a song called "Laziness" by Han Yu: "It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cold in Linming. Are there any begonia flowers? Lie on your side and roll up the curtain to watch."
But this poem is more intimate than Zhu Li Qingzhao's, so I dare not use it today. Fan Xian smiled slightly. He deliberately said that he felt something because he looked at Haitang's weakness. Presumably it should make the girl who took the aphrodisiac very happy. She was the female apprentice of a generation of masters since she was a child, and she was enshrined as a Tianmai by the foolish people. After leaving the teacher, she was invincible for a while. , I am a weak character - a woman, even if she is a queen, she is still a woman.
Fan Xian may not be the person who can see through other people's thoughts best, but he must be the man who understands girls' thoughts best. Because in this world where men are superior to women, no man is willing to use an equal attitude and a delicate spirit to analyze what girls want.
Fan Xian was willing, because he loved all clean women, so he was able to take a few butt slaps for the other party despite the traces.
He took out the antidote that was exactly the same as that given to Haitang from his bosom, and swallowed it with a grunt. Wang Qinian asked curiously, "What medicine?"
Fan Xian threw one to him: "Six turn tangerine peel pills, clear the fire and remove the heat, always take regular clothes."
Fan Xian's aphrodisiac has no antidote, just soak it in cold water, and it will be fine after a day. The aphrodisiac in the crabapple is real, but the reason why it has not been forced out for a long time is that the reeds in the Beihai Lake are causing trouble. Every spring of those reeds, the cylindrical leaf sheaths will grow a kind of ligule hair. When the white hair fell into the water, it interacted with the medicine that Fan Xian had prepared, which made the woman's body tingle and itchy, thinking that the remaining poison was hard to clear.
It is also because of this that Haitang silently accepted Fan Xian's agreement to exchange the antidote for peace.
Thinking of this episode, Fan Xian couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, he is really a very lucky person, but he doesn't know when this good luck will end.
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When the group of angels stopped in the valley by the lake, Sean, who had a broken leg, stood guard in the carriage a little absent-mindedly, knowing that what greeted him would be his fate of being imprisoned by the Northern Qi royal family. Those members of the Zhan family have always been extremely fanatical. In order to find out the whereabouts of the temple, they will definitely not make it easy for themselves. In order to prevent this from happening, Ku He should use his power to kill herself, right? As for Hu'er... The old man suddenly got tired of the intrigue, and thought that if he died at Fan Xian's hands in the morning, it might be a good ending.
The envoys who had crossed the border hadn't returned yet, and they were probably furious at the wine table of the Northern Qi officials at this time. Indeed, the corpses outside Wuduhe Town had already been collected by the Qing Kingdom. These are the biggest evidences of the Northern Qi army trespassing on the border and trying to rob prisoners.
In today's general situation, the Qing Kingdom is the main offensive, and the other countries are the main defenders. Fan Xian's delegation can't help but get angry and take the opportunity to make trouble. After tossing and tossing for an unknown amount of time, the reception officials from the Northern Qi Dynasty finally calmed down the anger of the envoys of the Qing Kingdom.
Secret agreements and overt agreements are finally starting to move to the next stage.
The mission's carriage dragged into a long line, slowly circled the Beihai Lake, and turned into another valley. Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian looked at the vast lake and the mist gradually rising above the lake, with no expression on his face, but his mood was somewhat complicated.
The carriage pressed down on the meadow, leaving deep ruts and digging up fresh soil. The four-wheeled carriage worked extremely hard to avoid getting stuck in the wet grass.
Before entering the town, Fan Xian got into Si Lili's carriage for the last time. The two looked at each other quietly, and after a while, Fan Xian said softly, "After entering the Northern Qi Dynasty, it will be inconvenient for me to visit the girl more often."
Si Lili nodded slightly, his face became much calmer, and he said softly, "It's been a long journey, my lord."
Fan Xian looked at the woman's soft and charming face, her smooth body curves, and tilted her head slightly, as if she was about to say something, but in the end she still reluctantly shut up and left the carriage.
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On the meadow outside Wuduhe town, there were still traces of yesterday's bloody battle, and in the deepest grass under the mound, there were missing severed limbs and incomplete weapons.
Fan Xian leaned on the car window, looked at the traces in the grass, and thought of the terrifying lethality of the black cavalry yesterday, secretly terrified. The corpses of those Northern Qi people had already been transported back to the country. As for what compensation and what to pay in the future, it was not something Fan Xian needed to consider now.
The convoy entered the town without stopping at all. Under the watchful eyes of the numb-faced people in the town, it slowly pressed down on the bluestone road and continued on its way to the east-northeast. The curtains were still drawn, this was Fan Xian's personal habit, he liked to sit in the carriage and look at the people and scenery along the way, rather than being covered by a black cloth over his eyes.