Naturally, Fan Xian would not tell the girl beside him what he was thinking, but subconsciously took a breath, like a toothache. Haitang glanced at him, said nothing, and walked along the Yuquan River. After a short walk, I came to the outskirts of a small garden, with a bamboo fence as the gate, a well on the side of the yard, and a stone table under the shade of the west, where yellow chickens with mixed hairs were silently making money. .
This is naturally the place where Begonia grows vegetables.
Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, and said, "People are always incomparable. To be honest, girls always put on an air of being close to nature, but this elegant place is different from those stinking pigs in the village." After comparing it around, I realized that growing vegetables and raising chickens also requires attention to realm.”
These words were praises but derogations, but Haitang just smiled and said: "You think I am happy to stay in the capital? It's just that the master has an order, and the palace has requests, so I had to ask for a quiet garden nearby. "
Fan Xian laughed and said, "I'm afraid they have harmed some good people and wealthy gentry by planning this garden for you to use as a vegetable field."
Haitang said: "This is something I don't know, and I can't grasp it." She said indifferently, and Fan Xian also listened indifferently. This is what he appreciates about Haitang. Shengsheng pretends to be a fairy, not sour, not impatient, not deliberately indifferent, just responding to one's heart, which is very good.
Before the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, during the rare free time, Fan Xian put aside his gloomy mood these days, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his trousers, took out his belongings from behind the stone mill, and started to dig the soil for Begonia. After two minutes of the beautiful yellow land turned upside down, he filled a bowl with millet, and like a money-greedy dragon king, sprinkled it bit by bit on the ground miserly, making the chicks squeak and follow him. Footsteps ran around the courtyard.
Haitang squatted down to tidy up the branches and leaves of melons and fruits, while watching Fan Xian playing there with a smile, her gaze would fall on his left leg intentionally or unintentionally.
In the middle of the journey, Fan Xian was tired from playing and felt a little hot. He picked up a bucket of water from the well, poked his head into it, and took a few sips. His eyes that were about to touch the surface of the water glanced at Haitang from the corner of his eye, and saw that the girl was waiting on the vegetable bed. His technique is really proficient, and I think I have often done this business for a few years.
Fan Xian had never been a farmer since Danzhou. Holding a hoe feels less comfortable than holding a dagger. When watering, it is not as refreshing as sprinkling poisonous powder. After being clumsy, he finally became a spectator. The same is true for Rao, who is also so tired that his head is sweating, and the top of his head is steaming.
As the sun was getting hotter and hotter, Haitang moved two reclining chairs and put them under the shed. I don't know what kind of melons and fruits were hanging on the shed. The leaves were huge, shiny and faintly green, blocking out the sunlight.
Fan Xian took a deep breath, sat on the reclining chair, took the herbal tea handed over by Haitang unceremoniously, drank a couple of sips, and fell back down, making the chair creak. He closed his eyes and began to take a nap in the afternoon. Relax like in your own home.
Haitang glanced at him, smiled, pulled off the flower scarf on her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and lay down too.
Two bamboo chairs and a green shed, a shed with cool breeze and two idlers.
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After an unknown amount of time, Haitang suddenly broke the silence and said, "You are really weird."
"You're also a weirdo." Fan Xian still closed his eyes, "At least so far, I can't see through you."
The two of them gave up the respectful title of Mr. Fan and you, Haitang felt a little more comfortable, and said with a smile: "Why do you have to see someone through? And what does it mean to see through?"
"Everyone has a purpose when they do certain things." A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, "And I don't know what your purpose is, girl."
"My purpose?" Haitang waved the flower scarf and fanned it, and said, "Why must there be a purpose in life?"
Fan Xian closed his eyes, stretched out his finger and shook it: "To live is not to have a purpose, but all the things we do and all the goals we want to achieve are to live."
Haitang said: "I'm not very used to this way of talking around and around."
"Just talking nonsense." Fan Xian stretched his waist and said, "I like talking nonsense with you very much. This feeling can convince myself that I am really living, and not controlled by the purpose of living." .”
Haitang spat and said, "You're still talking nonsense."
"I just like your... style of doing things." After Fan Xian said this, he couldn't help laughing to himself, "People like you and me who have no friends always want to find someone to talk to."
"Master Fan is talented and famous all over the world, how can he have no friends?" For some reason, Haitang replied the address of an adult.
Fan Xian became silent, and said after a long while: "I really don't have any friends, and girl, you are a spoiled child of Northern Qi, and I am in a hostile camp. On the contrary, I think I can treat you as a friend. After all, I am in In the days of Beiqi, you couldn't possibly kill me."
Haitang glanced at him from the corner of the eye, and found that the beautiful official of the Southern Dynasty was indeed a bit of a jerk, and said: "Your Excellency was born in a noble family, and has flourished since entering Beijing. His life has been open and magnanimous, and his official career is not hindered. The monarchs of both countries value You, this kind of life, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"
"Lonely, lonely." Fan Xian didn't seem to feel that these two words were a bit pretentious.
Haitang laughed slightly and said: "Master Fan has Yan Bingyun and other powerful people under his command. In the south, he is a powerful official under the Overwatch Council. His wife is in the house, and his younger sister is also a famous talented woman. His father is in a high position. He is a handsome man for a while, how can there be such a saying of being lonely?"
"Father is father, wife is wife, sister is sister, Yan Bingyun is a subordinate, and those who make friends have conflicts of interest." Fan Xian didn't know why he was so frank in front of Haitang, "It's fine if you pretend to be lonely, imitate It doesn't matter if you are desperate, in short, it is not easy for me to be an official, and my... son is not happy to do it."
Haitang's eyes rolled, competing with Tianguang for a bit of brightness, and said: "Master Fan, is it true that you want to be my friend?"
"It doesn't matter whether you are friends or not." Fan Xian said, "At least staying with a girl is more relaxing. This is already an extremely rare enjoyment for me."
"What if I also have other plans for the adults?"
"You can't figure it out." Fan Xian replied with great confidence.
"My lord seems to have forgotten that we also have enmity between us."
"It's okay, at least if someone wants to kill me now, the girl will definitely help me." Fan Xian finally revealed a little of the tiredness that had been hidden in his bones for a long time.
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"Lord Fan, I've always been a little curious about why you... are willing to come to Beiqi." Haitang looked at him with a smile. In fact, the affairs in the southern officialdom are not a secret in the north. Of course, I know the secrets and the relationship with the emperor's family.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "... I won't tell you."
Haitang was angry, but Fan Xian turned over and got off the recliner, stretched himself, and said, "I'm hungry."
Haitang replied: "There is rice in the house, water in the well, and vegetables in the garden. You can make it yourself."
Fan Xian sighed, "When a man...tells any woman other than his wife that he is hungry, he usually means that the wine bug in his stomach is hungry."
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The most luxurious, quietest and most well-established restaurant in Shangjing is the Baisui Songju, and there are no distinguished guests here today. This customer is quite expensive, so the owner of Baisui Songju personally waited outside the door, and invited all the guests out of the restaurant respectfully, leaving an empty and quiet three-story building.
The shopkeeper in the restaurant was naturally surprised, but the boss didn't explain. The boss is also a high-ranking person who has an eyeliner in the court, and he has already seen the identities of the man and the woman. The man is a poet of the Southern Dynasty, and the woman is the emperor's little sister-in-law. Together, these two people are characters who can walk on the stone road in the palace, let alone a restaurant.
In the private room facing the street, Fan Xian squinted at the scenery on the street while pouring wine into his mouth. After drinking three glasses, he frowned and called the boss to come in for a change.
The boss saw that his complexion was not good, so he immediately lost the idea of asking for the poet's treasure, and went to exchange for the most famous Qingmizi in Beiqi.
Fan Xian took a sip and nodded.
Haitang was a little puzzled and asked: "It was Wuliangye before, the best liquor in the world, Master Fan is not satisfied?"
"I really like to drink strong alcohol." Fan Xian turned to look at her, and said with a strange expression, "But now I just don't want to drink Wuliangye, because that wine has some side taste, so I can't relax too much."
Wuliangye has the smell of Qingyutang, the smell of the surname Ye, and the smell related to Fan Xian, which he doesn't like today.
Haitang replied silently, just watching Fan Xian drink and drink, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was appreciating a very interesting thing.
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As the drunkenness gradually approached, Fan Xian's eyes became slightly confused, and his smile gradually became brighter. He said, "Do you think that I am happy in this life, but I am born to pretend to be drinking to drown my sorrows? It seems a little ridiculous?"
"Young people don't know what it's like to be sad..." Fan Xian held his chopsticks and knocked on a bowl to sing lightly. This was the first poem he "copied" since he was reincarnated. At this time, recalling that year is even more complicated.
He sang again softly: "Leave Yuqing, leave Yuqing, and suddenly meet a benefactor; lucky mother, lucky mother, accumulated merits. Advise life, help the poor and help the poor. Don't be like my ruthless uncle who loves money and forgets flesh and blood. It is multiplication, division, addition and subtraction, and there is a sky above."
This is Qiaojie's verdict in A Dream of Red Mansions: Liu Yuqing.
Haitang's eyes became brighter.
Fan Xian sighed, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "Miss Haitang, don't pay any attention to me, just let me get drunk."
Why are you drunk? There are many reasons why a man wants to drink, the most sufficient reason is that he is depressed and stressed. During Fan Xian's trip to the Northern Qi Dynasty, he learned the secrets of the temple, established the friendship between the two countries, and successfully captured the northern spy network. It seems like a bright spring, but he doesn't know why he is sad, and where does the pressure come from
In fact, it is very simple. It is sad because there is no place for a heart. Fan Xian told Xiao En in the cave that he is a passer-by in this world, so he always looks at this world with a sightseeing mentality. Even though there are ups and downs for eighteen years, But there is still a sense of alienation from this world, if there is no Wan'er, if there is no sister, if there is no Wu Zhu, Fan Xian really wishes to be free and happy in the world.
The pressure came from the conversation in the cave. Chen Pingping asked Fan Xian to set his sights higher, even higher than the world. After Fan Xian knew where the temple was, he began to understand and began to bear this pressure alone. And this world-related secret has squeezed Xiao En for decades, and I don't know how long it will squeeze Fan Xian.
If you go to the temple, you will naturally die a hundred times, what should you do with the person you want to protect? If you don't go, you will never know what happened back then. Fan Xian was very annoyed. Before he knew it, he wished he could dig Xiao En's head off. Now that he knew it, he wished he would never know.
Originally, for the sake of safety, he should return to the capital, enjoy a good life in the officialdom and business circles for a few years, and bury the matter of the temple in his heart forever, but he is always a little unwilling—so he hates himself for why he treats Ye Qing Mei... would never forget this physical mother so much, so he didn't want to drink Wuliangye, even looking at the glass in his hand, he had the urge to throw it on the ground and smash it.
The verdict given to Qiao Jie in Dream of Red Mansions really seemed to be written for himself.
Fortunately, I was reborn, fortunately met a benefactor, fortunately had a mother who accumulated a lot of skill, so that I can easily and effortlessly obtain a large amount of wealth and the help of a large group of talented people.
Staying to celebrate the remaining years, celebrating the remaining years, what should I do in my remaining years
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Haitang's bright eyes seemed to be able to read people's hearts, but she said slowly: "Advise people, help the poor."
Fan Xian woke up with a start. Although he knew that even if he was drunk, he would not be able to reveal his secrets in front of anyone, but... why did Haitang say that
In fact, Haitang just said this sentence by chance.
Seeing Fan Xian's slightly demented expression, she thought of the legend that, at the banquet in the Southern Dynasties, the poet first appeared in the world of madness and unrestraint. A world-weary thought and a decadent heart were born.
This kind of situation is very easy to see in literati, so Haitang said those words in a low voice, purely from the heart, and wanted to persuade Fan Xian to serve the people of the world... because Haitang has always believed that in Fan Xian's bones, it is A literati!
"The world is bustling with people, all of them come and go for profit." Fan Xian said sarcastically, "Miss Haitang practices the way of heaven and man, gets close to nature, and cherishes the people, but she doesn't know that what they want is only the word profit. I have no boundaries. The ambition to open up the land also wants to make the people of this world more comfortable, but that must be me first... But to make the people more comfortable, I must have power in my hand, but in this world, the officialdom and court, If you want to be in a high position, how can you live comfortably?"
Haitang heard the chilling intent in his words, she was slightly taken aback, and said, "Master Fan holds a party of authority, Wan Wang must always remember the words of morality and righteousness."
"It's vulgar, it's vulgar." Fan Xian knocked his chopsticks loudly, but the porcelain bowl didn't break.
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"Humans are different from beasts." Haitang still frowned and said, "Only those who value righteousness. Although Master Fan and I live in two countries, the people of this world, whether they are the people of the Qing Kingdom or the Qi Kingdom The people are all unique beings, if your lord is still in awe of the word morality, after returning to the country, lord Wanwang will try his best to prevent the war from happening again in this world."
To quell the fighting in the world - this is the purpose of Haitang, the purpose that Fan Xian has been guessing all along! A very large torii, if it is said by other people, it will definitely feel disgusting, but when it is said from Haitang's mouth, it seems very calm and natural, which makes people believe it.
Fan Xian sneered and said, "Then Xiao En is not a living being?"
Haitang said: "Kill Xiao En alone and save thousands of people in the world, why not?" Ambition, the world is afraid that after a few years, it will fall into the flames of war again, so there is some truth to what she said.
Unexpectedly, Fan Xian did not have the consciousness of a statesman or a moralist at all, and said with a sneer, "If a hundred people are going to die, if forty-nine people are to be killed, and if fifty-one people are alive, should the girl be killed or not?"
Haitang was silent, speechless for a long time.
"That's why you and I are both heartless people." Fan Xian suddenly didn't want to talk about these boring topics anymore, and changed the topic a little bluntly: "How is human beings different from animals?... Good and false are better than things."
Haitang looked up slightly startled.
Fan Xian said: "My martial arts cultivation is not as good as that of the girl, but if it is really a life-and-death struggle, the girl may not be able to kill me easily."
Haitang nodded.
Fan Xian drank a glass of wine, looked into her eyes, and said quietly, "Why? Because I am good at using all tools."
"In the cultivation of martial arts, the most important thing is to cultivate the heart. The power of external objects cannot be relied on for long after all." Haitang replied quietly.
Fan Xian shook his head, and said, "Those who value righteousness may not necessarily be able to display righteousness, and those who seek profit may not necessarily be unrighteous. A righteous person means great profit. As long as the purpose is correct, why care about the means?"
After saying these words, Fan Xian himself was stunned. A small chat, which was originally an act of nonsense, accidentally touched his own heart, like a ray of light from the sky, suddenly hit his heart, and immediately made him feel ashamed. He understood what his true heart was. Heartless people? Perhaps he is a passionate person at heart.
All his life, he always said that he was going to make a living, but he never knew how he should make a living. Today... he finally got a score. At this moment, he was sober in his heart, but his eyes were full of alcohol. He stared at Haitang and said two words slowly: "Thank you."
Haitang was completely at a disadvantage in terms of speech today, but she was not too angry, but she felt a little at a loss when she heard the word "thank you". Seeing the resoluteness in Fan Xian's drunken eyes, she suddenly felt a little uneasy, and after a little thought, there was a little more clarity in her eyes: "With the talent of an adult, the future of the South , is a good stage for one party. Your Excellency does not think about war, but you are a friend of Haitang. I hope that when your Excellency shakes up his clothes, he will be cautious and considerate of the people. Don't be complacent. This is the right way .”
Fan Xian gently put the wine glass on the table, and said softly, "Don't worry, I've just started my journey."
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Apart from Kuhe, Haitang was the number one expert in Northern Qi. With this beautiful woman guarding her side, all the doubts in her heart were dispelled. Fan Xian drank the wine very well. After drinking too much green rice seeds, after all, his throat was still dry and hot, his chest was swollen and stagnant, his mind was cloudy, and he fell drunk on the table happily and happily.
This is the first time Fan Xian has been so drunk that he has lost consciousness since he opened the box. But in the restaurant of Shangjing, the enemy country, in front of that girl Haitang who doesn't know whether she is an enemy or a friend. .
"You really can't see through." Haitang looked at Fan Xian who was drunk on the table and fell asleep like a child, and said with a smile, "Mr. Xueqin, whom I've always wanted to see."