"Why is Master Fan laughing?"
This was the expected question from Haitang. Fan Xian coughed twice, explained with a smile on his eyes, "I really like the way you walk, girl."
Haitang was slightly taken aback, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.
Fan Xian hurriedly said: "If there is any deceit, it will be punished by heaven and earth."
The oath was so poisonous that Haitang couldn't help but believe it, but Haitang still didn't understand why the young guy behind him liked the way he walked that he had been teased by the palace people for many years? Thinking of Fan Xian's shameless means on the North Sea, Miss Haitang became even more confused.
The two fell into silence again, and accompanied by green trees and black eaves all over the mountains, they went outside the palace. Haitang's status in the Northern Qi Dynasty was indeed very respected. The eunuchs and maids who saw along the road, as soon as they heard the sound of the pair of cloth shoes rubbing against the ground lazily, they took the lead to hide under the tree beside the road and saluted this lazy village girl respectfully. Dare to look directly.
"Your Majesty's foreign ministers favor you, and the foreign ministers are really a little scared." Fan Xian finally asked tentatively.
"Mr. Fan, why should you be ashamed of yourself?" Haitang replied blankly: "Your Majesty likes poetry the most. Once the anthology of Banxianzhai's poems is released, all the scholars in the world have a scroll, and His Majesty is no exception. Zhuang Mohan returned to Beijing from Nanqing Later, he had a long talk with His Majesty in the palace, and from that day on, His Majesty never lost the name of Mr. Fan, and often said that it would be great if the Northern Qi Dynasty could have such a poetic talent as Mr. Fan. Regret for the pearl. Now that the young master is escorting Xiao En back to Beijing, and the two countries are confronting each other again, His Majesty is naturally worried about your safety, Mr. Fan."
Fan Xian remained silent, only then did he realize that there was such a story between the young emperor and himself who had never met. It's just that the young emperor had a worry on his brow, presumably there was something else he wanted to tell himself, but there were so many eyes and ears in the palace, and the emperor was unwilling to say it in front of Haitang - he didn't know what it was.
"Huh? It's really unexpected." Fan Xian frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite believe Haitang's statement.
Haitang said softly: "Master Fan blurted out the four characters "Heaven and man are one" when he saw the palace and mountains today. Haitang admired him. In the future, if Master Fan has spare time, he would not hesitate to give advice. After reading the collection of poems by Banxianzhai, the teacher said, I was silent for a few moments, and praised the young master. I was a little surprised, but after talking today, I know that there are no worthless people under the great name."
"Where is there." The other party said this with some sincerity, so Fan Xian deserved to be more sincere, "I ask the girl to help me with Yan Bingyun's matter."
"I never do political affairs." Haitang said softly.
Fan Xian frowned slightly and said, "Why did the girl go to Beihai alone to kill Xiao En? Don't you know that if Xiao En really dies, it will have a great impact on this agreement."
Haitang smiled and said, "Mr. Fan seemed to have thought about killing Xiao En before I made the move. Why did he suddenly change his mind later?"
"Because I'm also very interested in Xiao En's secret." Fan Xian rubbed his slightly wet hands, and turned his head to look at the scenery in the vast palace complex.
Haitang said quietly: "I killed Xiao En because his secret would cause a lot of trouble to many people."
The two of them had a very tacit understanding and stopped at the same time, staying under a big tree, with green leaves on their heads like clothes, covering the sun and covering their bodies, and it was cool. Fan Xian looked at Haitang's calm and stable shoulders, and suddenly said, "In this world, there are no eternal secrets."
"Sean lives and probably makes a lot of people die."
Fan Xian frowned, knowing that the other party's unreasonable compassion would appear to be a jerk in many ways, but he couldn't change anything with just a few words.
"Your Majesty seems to ask Mr. Fan for something." Haitang said.
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, knowing that the other party could see it, and after thinking for a while, he asked sincerely, "I don't know why Miss Haitang taught me?"
Haitang said softly: "I don't know either, but if the matter is related to Si Lili, please let Mr. Fan inform me."
Fan Xian didn't agree right away, but fell into a little bit of distress. What kind of help does the majestic emperor of a country want himself to do? Is it really Si Lili? But in Northern Qi Dynasty, he has no important people and no power, so what can he do
"Lili is a poor girl, a good girl." Haitang still put her hands in her big pockets, and said, "Mr. Fan, please help if you can."
Fan Xian thought of all the things on the northbound carriage, and lost his mind for a moment, not knowing how to answer. So the two returned to silence again, and walked slowly, letting the light and shadows formed by the dance of the green leaves above their heads and the sunlight above fall on each other's bodies, on the blue gowns and coarse cotton clothes.
Fan Xian suddenly took a few steps ahead and walked side by side with Miss Haitang. Haitang turned her head and glanced at him lightly, but didn't say anything.
Fan Xian gradually let go of his thoughts, imitating the posture of the girl beside him, raised his chin slightly, and looked around with a little laziness. Generally, the back is carried behind, the hips are advanced, and every muscle in the body is relaxed, allowing the pair of feet that seem to be extremely heavy to drag the body that seems to be falling apart, and walk lazily forward on the stone road.
Haitang glanced at him again, as if she didn't know why he wanted to imitate the walking posture she had grown used to, and the emotions in her eyes were a bit complicated.
Fan Xian had a gentle smile on his face, as if he didn't notice her gaze, he walked lazily side by side with her. Haitang didn't bother to care about this tired lazy man anymore, she moved her neck slightly, which seemed to be very comfortable. Fan Xian also stretched and yawned.
At this time, the sun was approaching the middle of the sky, and the sun was blazing.
The sound of two pairs of feet rubbing the ground gradually merged into one, making people sleepy for no reason. The two of them just shuffled around the palace, looking like a lazy couple in the countryside rushing home from the fields to take an afternoon nap.
A drop of sweat oozes from the tip of Haitang's nose, that ordinary face has a strange charm.
"The antidote you gave last time, the tangerine peel was too heavy, and it was a bit bitter." Miss Haitang was intoxicated by the sunshine.
Fan Xian smiled, knowing that the other party had seen the deception he used that day, and said softly: "I am the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, not an expert who seeks the way of heaven. It is common to use some tricks, girl, don't mind. Of course, if you really If you mind, you can also give me... the medicine."
These words were a bit frivolous, but Haitang was not as shy as other women, and said calmly: "If there is a chance, I will use it."
Fan Xian was sweating profusely, and then he heard the other party say: "You are the commissioner in the Overwatch Council, a person who walks in the dark, why did you radiate brilliance after going from Danzhou to the capital of the Qing Kingdom? Just like you are walking in the Like the sun."
"The night gave me black eyes, but I will use them to find the light."
Fan Xian continued to borrow wonderful sentences from his buddy in that life, even though this buddy died quite a wimp and a bastard. Sure enough, Haitang was slightly taken aback, and turned her head to look at him, presumably some kind of change had taken place in her mind towards Fan Xian unconsciously.
Fan Xian smiled and continued: "Of course, the night gave me black eyes, and I use them more often...to roll my eyes at the world."
Miss Begonia finally smiled. As the saying goes, "Smiling sweetly, among the bamboo fences, the begonias are always vulgar. If you regard the palace wall as a bamboo fence, why be afraid of the vulgarity of the world?"
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After leaving the palace, he talked to Huwei and Wang Qinian, who were already looking anxious. Under the escort of the Imperial Forest Army of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Fan Xian, the envoy of Nanqing, returned to the other courtyard in a carriage. Seeing the chaos in front of him, he couldn't help being slightly surprised.
When he took two steps towards the main entrance of the other courtyard and saw clearly the appearance of the venue, he couldn't help being shocked.
In front of the door, there are many Beiqi yamen servants and guards squatting on the ground to pick things up. Everyone is dragging a big sack behind them, picking up something from time to time, and then throwing it into it. Seeing how they are dragging, it seems that those Things are a bit heavy. Fan Xian was very curious, and said to Wang Qinian beside him, "What's going on?"
Wang Qinian was also very puzzled.
Everyone went forward, only to find that the large open space at the entrance of the other courtyard was filled with all kinds of small knives, some with emeralds as decorations on their sheaths, some simple, some trendy, and of course , and more is the small scimitar that people in the Northern Qi like to carry around.
Fan Xian took a breath and said, "Hurry up and grab those sacks back. Since they were thrown in front of our door, even if they were sold for scraps, we have to earn the extra money ourselves." He was in a very comfortable mood to enjoy the scenery, chat and walk like a village girl in the palace, so when he told jokes at this time, he had a little bit of Fan Sizhe's demeanor.
Wang Qinian smiled bitterly and said, "Your Excellency is really in a good mood, so you can still tell jokes."
Fan Xian had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Then what should we do? Is it true that every knife is connected?" Ever since he was almost hit on the bridge of the nose by Ye Linger, the daughter of the guard in Kyoto, Fan Xian knew all about martial arts in this world. The rules of the duel - throw the knife at the opponent's feet, and if the opponent fights, he will pick up the knife.
"It's only half a day, how come there are so many people making trouble?" He asked with a frown.