At the end of the quarrel, anyway, Fan Xian just kept smiling, showing no trace of arrogance. He was extremely sincere. He had fulfilled his duties as a brother-in-law, and paid enough for his courtiers. Let the officials around here watch. Who would have thought that this contention would offend People's affairs are actually thought out of his head.
Fan Xian is born with an advantage. As the saying goes, he is called a bad boy, and he is also regarded as the way of a villain. He is very willing to do things that offend and bully people in secret, but he is very willing to give in on the surface. This is the real thing. Do the pie well. It's like the eldest princess who was bullied by him several times and forced out of the palace by words, but until today, she didn't know that the black hand behind the scenes was actually her son-in-law. Flip.
He has always believed in one thing, it is good to be flamboyant and arrogant, but to be low-key flamboyant and eat pork in a muffled voice.
As the saying goes, a person who can move must move, and a person who cannot move temporarily will not move even if he is killed. The eldest prince is naturally someone he can't move at the moment, but today he wants to fight with the eldest prince, which is a big rebellion against the usual mood. Naturally, no one knows that he is purely for the emperor in the palace to see, and his temperament The eldest prince who is naked is undoubtedly the best acting partner. Perhaps only the old fox Chen Pingping could guess the reason.
In the end, the two sides still reached a compromise under the mediation of the prince, and the front team of the mission and the prince's personal military camp entered the capital together, but this matter was too unruly, and the Minister of Rites was not good at books, so that Ren Shaoqing of Taichang Temple was also full of face Fear, how to arrange this guard of honor has become a huge problem.
The crown prince looked at Fan Xian silently at the side, but he didn't know where he felt a little happy, and pretended to curse: "You are also fooling around. It was clearly agreed that the embassy will arrive in Beijing in the next day, but why did you suddenly arrive earlier, leaving the court without a trace?" Arrange and produce these things."
Fan Xian responded with a smile: "I am also in a hurry to go home, Your Highness, please forgive me. Maybe there will be another censor who will join me tomorrow." In fact, he was also surprised that he hadn't seen him for several months. The complexion of the lord of the East Palace was much better than before, the slight cowardice and gloom was gone, his face was radiant, and he did not know what happy event he had.
He naturally didn't know that after the eldest princess left the palace and returned to Xinyang, the two mountains of the queen and the eldest princess who had been pressing behind the prince suddenly lost one, and his mood suddenly became clear. In addition, His Majesty has also given a lot of consolation this year, and the life of the prince is much better than before.
In the minds of a group of officials, they always thought that the crown prince was getting better, and the second prince must not feel too comfortable, but at the gate of the city, when everyone looked at the second prince who was preparing to welcome the eldest prince back to the capital in the shed, they didn't follow from this The elegant nobleman saw something wrong on his face, but it was the young guy next to him that attracted more people's attention.
This is the youngest son of His Majesty the Emperor. The Son of Heaven has given birth to four dragon sons in total, and the Crown Prince is not among them, so this one is the Third Prince who has been raised in the deep palace. He is only nine years old this year. This time when the eldest prince returned to Beijing from his expedition, His Majesty ordered all the princes in Beijing to come out to welcome him, which was enough respect. At the same time, this little prince, who had never appeared in front of the courtiers, had the opportunity to make his official debut for the first time.
The second prince held the hand of the little prince and bowed to the eldest prince. The first prince seemed to have a good relationship with the second prince. He stepped forward to give him a bear hug, then rubbed the little guy's head, and said in a rough voice, "Why are you so tall?"
The little guy giggled, with a naive expression on his face, and replied: "In the future, I want to be as tall as my elder brother, and go out and beat barbarians."
The little prince's biological mother was the sister of the Liu family in Fan's mansion, so she was somewhat related to Fan Xian. But when Fan Xian looked at this childish and beautiful little prince and the innocent smile on his face, his heart skipped a beat. Seeing a trace of self-restraint in the other party's innocent smile that didn't match his age, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I think my lord has been pretending to be naive, shy and super-smiling since I was a child, but you dare to play this in front of me, you are so ridiculous and don't know it.
The second prince naturally knew what had happened before, and said to Fan Xian with a wry smile, "I said, brother-in-law, someday you can make less trouble, I think the officials in the entire capital should be thankful."
Fan Xian smiled bitterly, even worse than adding Coptis chinensis, and explained: "It's really the meaning of the Northern Qi princess, a mere minister of Anzhi, how can he have such courage."
The prince frowned imperceptibly, and seemed a little displeased with the tone of the second child when he spoke with Fan Xian, and said lightly: "Second brother, the ceremony is not over yet, let's call it an official position."
These words are a bit unreasonable, the prince of the East Palace previously called Fan Xian's brother-in-law to make out, but now he refused to let the second prince call. The second prince's face was as usual, he smiled and responded, but he moved to Fan Xian and asked in a low voice: "Before Chunwei, I asked you to go back to the mansion and ask Chen'er what she called me, did you ask? "
Only then did Fan Xian remember that incident, shook his head and said with a smile, "Your Highness also knows what happened in Chunwei, but he forgot about it for a while, so I will definitely ask about it when I return home today."
The second prince smiled, said nothing more, took the hand of the third child, and followed the prince and first prince in front to the gate of the city. Although the two spoke in a low voice, it still reached the ears of the eldest prince. This prince who had been fighting for many years could not help but have many doubts in his heart. Although he also knew about Fan Xian's reputation, he was not in Beijing after all, so he didn't know what kind of power Fan Xian held in his hands. At this moment, he was shocked to find that no matter whether it was the second prince or the crown prince, how much they treated Fan Xian with words. He seemed to be afraid that the officials present would not know that he had an extremely close relationship with Fan Xian.
A mere courtier was so valued by the two dragon sons that he was willing to let go of his status. The eldest prince couldn't help frowning, feeling a little unhappy.
Fan Xian had other ideas at this time. He looked at the four princes, three big and one small, all in different clothes, bright yellow and plain yellow, walking towards the dark city gate. day
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Autumn in Kyoto is indescribably clear and beautiful, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the early yellow leaves hang down beside the houses, and people don't want to rush to the water. At the end of the long street, a corner of the palace eaves in the distance is occasionally exposed, hanging in the blue sky, showing majesty.
The first prince's team had already left with the remaining anger in their arms, but the mission's convoy deliberately slowed down, and accompanied by a group of Honglu Temple Taichang Temple officials, walked slowly towards the palace. Now that he had already entered the capital, Fan Xian was no longer in a hurry. Anyway, he couldn't go home right now, he always had to go to the palace gate to return the order, so he finally had some time to look around the scenery. Although he only stayed in Kyoto for a total of one year, and was far less familiar with Danzhou, but for some reason, as soon as he entered this place, saw the surrounding houses, and smelled the unique smell of Kyoto, Fan Xian felt refreshed.
"Your Excellency is in a hurry to return to Beijing. There must be something at home." In the carriage next to the horse, the voice of the princess of the Northern Qi Dynasty came faintly.
Fan Xian smiled, but he didn't answer, knowing that the other party was deliberately trying to make up for his seemingly ordinary but important courtier. But the emotional exchange between the two parties along the way has been sufficient. Now that he has already entered Beijing and has many ears and eyes around him, it is better to avoid this last encounter. What's more, he is caught by the other party's words, but he doesn't know how to answer.
The Fan family is now very popular in Beijing, and the house is safe and sound. Others don't know why he is so anxious. He urged the horse's hooves, moved forward a few feet, came to Yan Bingyun's carriage, and said in a low voice: "You must take her away, if you don't want to cause trouble for me."
Young Master Xiaoyan in the car shook his head, and glanced at Miss Shen who was tightly tied up by him, but still staring at him fiercely with those familiar eyes exposed outside. He really didn't understand, Mr. Fan When did I have a hobby of being a matchmaker? He sighed, changed the subject, and said: "My lord's fight for Dao today is really unwise. The Overwatch Council has always been equal in the dispute between princes. My lord once said, and I heard and confirmed it before, that the crown prince and the second highness I have expectations for everyone, and since that's the case, in order to be fair, I shouldn't try to tease the First Prince, which is somewhat contrary to the purpose of the court."
Fan Xian was silent, knowing that what the other party said was reasonable. As a minister of the Qing Dynasty, especially the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, he must never deal with these princes. Since he wanted to associate with the princes, he needed a bowl of water. The palace was sure that the Overwatch Council would not favor any prince.
But he can't, because he knows that his identity is not just as simple as a courtier - being biased among the princes will at most make His Majesty suspect that he is planning for future power and wealth, and he will never match Chen Pingping's pure loyalty, but If I am really a bowl of water, so good at dancing, I am afraid that His Majesty will doubt me... I am not willing to be a courtier at all.
This was Fan Xian's greatest fear.
When the convoy arrived at Xingdaofang, there was no longer any need for the guards from the Kyoto Prefecture to maintain order, because they had already arrived at a relatively quiet place where government offices and officials live together, and naturally there were not so many people standing on the street to watch the excitement. At this time, a carriage in the convoy left the brigade and drove silently into an alley beside the street, and someone could be vaguely seen coming from inside.
Although it was said to be silent, in fact, the court officials naturally saw it clearly, but they knew that the composition of the mission was complicated. Dare to ask more questions.
Fan Xian's expression was naturally serious, because he was about to arrive at the imperial city, and the vermilion palace wall was right in front of him.
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A group of members of the mission group were waiting outside the palace gate for their orders. The imperial authority was strict, so naturally no one dared to relax in appearance. It was hard work just to travel thousands of miles. After waiting for a long time, but no decree came out, the ministers felt a little uneasy, but they thought that the envoy to Northern Qi had cut off a lot of places for the imperial court on the map of the world, and Fan Zhengshi had Showing a big face at the Northern Qi court, the old books in the carriage looked worthless, but thinking about it, His Majesty should have a bright face, how could he leave someone like himself in the cold.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites who accompanied him outside the palace gate also gradually became uncomfortable, but Ren Shaoan leaned closer to Fan Xian and said softly, "At this time, the Holy Majesty should be seeing the First Prince, and we ministers naturally have to wait a little longer. "
Fan Xian smiled and didn't say anything. The Princess of Northern Qi's carriage had already been taken in by the Huangmen eunuch in the palace, and the important matters were almost done, but he guessed why the mission was left hanging in the imperial city. Outside.
The imperial guards in the imperial city looked coldly at the anxious and panic-stricken officials outside the palace gate, without any expression on their faces. And the eunuchs guarding the palace gate naturally wouldn't look directly at it.
But Fan Xian's identity is different. What he admired was the Princess of the Palace, the key point is that the Princess is a very favored figure, and she is also a high-ranking official of the Overwatch Council. This time, when he returned from his mission to the country, he would be rewarded with a knighthood soon, so some eunuchs had already moved. Get off the round stool and ask him to rest for a while.
Fan Xian was taken aback, and asked, "Is this in compliance with the rules?"
While he was talking, a head eunuch came over with a flattering face, helped him onto the stool, and said, "I said, Young Master Fan, this servant knows that the Holy Majesty loves you all the time. Besides, I will go back thousands of miles and sit down." A stool should be enough."
"Oh, why is Eunuch Hou here?" Fan Xian pretended to be surprised. The eunuch in front of him was the one he met the first time he followed Liu Shi Ruoruo into the palace. He knew that he had a very good relationship with the Fan family, so he showed affection on his face, and the other party deliberately called him Young Master Fan, of course, wanted to show off his intimacy to the fullest.
Fan Xian continued to laugh and said, "I came back from the outside, and I can be regarded as poor in the real world. I don't get any reward today."
Eunuch Hou laughed sharply. He lowered his voice and said: "Who doesn't know that Young Master Fan is the master who can turn stones into gold, not to mention that he will embrace Jinshan in the future." When the eunuch came to deliver His Majesty's oral order, Fan Xian hurriedly withdrew his stool and knelt at the gate of the palace with all the officials.
As expected by Fan Xian, the emperor really gave him a good reprimand. It was nothing more than relying on his talents, not looking at someone so and so, being bold, etc... He also said that he was tired today, and asked him to return to the palace tomorrow. Commander Nan Bo is good at discipline and discipline, and punishes heavily, but in the end, his intention is to reward the mission a lot, hoping that they will be well-educated, and there will be rewards and encouragements in the future.
The officials looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't expect the mission to be treated like this on the first day they returned to Beijing, so they sighed a little. But some cunning officials, looking at Fan Xian at this moment, felt their hearts pounding. His Majesty reprimanded him fiercely, but in the end they did nothing, and only let Si Nan Bo discipline him. It seems that this Lord Fan really really Holy Family is very.
Fan Xian kowtowed to thank the leader, with an embarrassed expression on his face, but a little joy in his heart. He stood up, slapped his butt, and when he turned around, he saw an old acquaintance, who turned out to be Gong Dian, the current commander of the Imperial Guard. Gong Dian saw Fan Xian with an expression of admiration on his face, and was about to gossip, but Fan Xian bowed his hands helplessly, apologized, jumped on the horse, clamped his legs, and waved the whip, He galloped away on the large square in front of Miyagi, leaving only a cloud of smoke and dust, and there was no trace in an instant.
Gong Dian was taken aback, and the guards under him stared at the light smoke in the distance in a daze, thinking that although there was no explicit order not to ride horses in front of the palace, Fan Xian was probably the first minister who seemed to run so swiftly.
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The autumn is not strong and the return is strong. Fan Xian has already arranged the affairs in the courtyard, and like the seven tiger guards of Gundam, there are related people to take over. After running for an unknown amount of time, they finally entered Nancheng, and the sound of horseshoes resounded on the long street where the stone lions appeared at the gate of Fan Mansion.
It was night now, and the lanterns in the mansions of the princes and ministers on the long street had already been hung up. There were only a few pairs, which were not very dazzling. Looking forward to the prime minister outside the door, the Liu family also descended to visit inside the door, ordering the maids and women to heat the tea soup over and over again, waiting for Young Master Fan to return home.
The news of the mission's arrival in the outskirts of Beijing had spread to the city long ago. I thought it would take two days to arrange a ceremony before entering Beijing, but the young lady in the next door said coldly: "Today, everyone must go to Beijing." arrive". Everyone knew that the current Mrs. Fan and the Miss Lin back then were not ordinary characters. Since she said that Fan Xian would definitely come today, she must be able to arrive. That's why everyone waited hard here.
As for the news of the fight with the First Prince, everyone in the mansion didn't know about it at this time, otherwise they wouldn't know how worried they should be.
"Here we come." The sharp-eyed servants had already seen the horses galloping from a distance, they rushed down the stone steps and divided into two teams.
Amidst the sound of beating, Fan Xian galloped up, got off the horse, lightly kicked Fujiko Jing's ass who was going to be used as a stirrup, and scolded with a smile: "You poor leg, don't imitate those people in the house."
"Welcome young master back home." The two rows of servants shouted in unison.
Fan Xian smiled, didn't say anything, went up the stone steps in two steps, took the hot towel handed over by the maid and wiped his face indiscriminately, then took the warm tea soup and rinsed his mouth, knowing that this was a must. There is nothing to pay attention to, but when he returned to the mansion and looked at these familiar maidservants, he was in a good mood. Even the smile of the Liu family behind the door seemed to be missing in his eyes. The calculating taste of the past is more sincere.
"Your father is in the study." Liu Shi took the towel from his hand and reminded him softly.
Fan Xian nodded, frowned suddenly, and shook his head again: "Aunt..." He swallowed back the last word of Auntie, and said with a smile, "I'll go and see my sister and Wan'er first, and I'll go to my father's place right away." go."
Knowing that the eldest young master in front of him could not restrain him with the word filial piety, Liu could only nod helplessly.
As soon as Fan Xian entered the mansion, he saw a black fat man rushing towards him. He couldn't help but turn pale with shock. He wondered how this tent prodigy turned into a little black iron tower after not seeing him for a few months. But he didn't have time to ask, and directly shouted: "I'll pay the bill later! I have something to do!"
Fan Sizhe was taken aback, stopped his steps, and cursed: "Young master is in a good mood today, if you ignore me, I won't bother to talk to you about things you don't understand."
Fan Xian was also taken aback, chuckled, and for some reason thought of the row of four princes he saw outside the city gate, reached out and touched something from his bosom, handed it to Fan Sizhe, and scolded with a smile: "What book? I think it's true." Damn words. Go and play by yourself first, my brothers and old men, don't play the trick of reuniting after a long time."
Fan Sizhe muttered in his heart, "Master, I don't want to play brotherly love with you." Thinking like this, but watching Fan Xian enter the back house, he felt very uncomfortable.
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After Fan Xian got married, he had his own house at the back of Fan's mansion, but the front and back were connected, so it was just a structure of one house and two houses, and he had a very good relationship with his sister, and Wan'er and Ruoruo They get along very well, so Ruoruo spends most of her time in this courtyard.
But today when he came back by himself, it was natural for his father to stay in the study, but what was unusual was that neither Wan'er nor his sister came out to greet him. The maid at the side couldn't keep up, and breathlessly replied: "Miss is still here, so is Elder Young Mistress."
Fan Xian frowned, thinking that what he said was really unlucky, and this girl didn't know who trained her.
When I came to my bedroom door, I gently pushed the door, only to find that the door was locked from the inside. After Fan Xian was stunned, he didn't know what to say. He called a few times, but no one answered. He was a little confused, so he knocked on the door a few times with more force. If he hadn't respected his wife, he might have broken into the door long ago. After a while, I heard Sisi's uneasy voice from inside: "Young Master, Young Mistress is going to sleep first, please stop knocking."
Fan Xian frowned more and more. He didn't know what happened. He rushed back from all the way, but Wan'er closed the door and refused to see him.
He glanced at the dim lights inside the door, said nothing, and went to the other room with a wave of his sleeves, but this time he didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door open and entered. The girl in the room was startled and stood up. After seeing clearly that it was Fan Xian, the trace of indifference and vigilance between her brows gradually melted away, and a trace of unpretentious joy flashed in her eyes. She squatted down and said softly. Said: "Brother is back."
Fan Xian looked at Ruoruo, and all the previous unhappiness disappeared, and smiled gently, "Why? Are you not very happy to see me back?"
Fan Ruoruo smiled slightly, stepped forward, took him by the sleeve and led him to sit down, and said, "It's not been a long time since we saw each other, do you want my sister to yell to make my brother satisfied?"
Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, and said, "You always have such a bland temper, and you won't change it in front of me."
Fan Ruoruo responded with a smile: "Is it still Ruoruo after changing it?" While speaking, the girl's family had already poured a cup of tea, and carefully handed it to her brother's lips.
Fan Xian took it with his hand, but he didn't drink it right away, but stared at his sister's not-so-beautiful, but extremely refreshing face. For a moment, the room fell into a strange silence. Both siblings are extremely patient people, waiting for the other to speak first.
After all, it was Fan Xian who felt sorry for his sister, sighed and said, "Why are you bothering? I can deal with anything when I come back."
A trace of sadness flashed across Fan Ruoruo's face, knowing that his elder brother had seen through his plan, he responded softly: "I was planning to wait for my elder brother to come back to see me, so I delayed until today."
Fan Xian stood up, walked directly under her boudoir bed, and dragged out a package. He took out an inconspicuous box from the miscellaneous cabinet behind the bed, and turned the box over on the table. A few banknotes, a few pearl hairpins, and a few pieces of broken silver landed on the table, making a loud clang. He frowned and looked at these things on the table, and said, "It's not enough to take these few things with you when you run away from home."
After a moment of silence, Fan Ruoruo took out a self-defense dagger from his sleeve.
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Fan Xian was angry, happy, and distressed. He looked at his sister and said, "You are a rich lady, how do you know the dangers of the world? What about me? Why don't you think about my brother's feelings."
Fan Ruoruo lowered her head, clutched the corners of her sleeves tightly with both hands, and said after a long silence: "When did father really value me? As for brother... Did brother forget that you taught me to control my own destiny since I was a child?" , especially things like marriage, must not be arranged by the family."
Fan Xian was speechless. In this world, how could the ladies of the official family have such deviant ideas, let alone be ready to put them into practice. The reason why my younger sister is brave and even reckless in preparing to escape is not because I have told her those stories since she was a child, and taught her the principles of life in letters—could it be that if Cousin Mei tells too much, Nv Juexin is really ready to wake up
He patted the table uneasily, really not knowing what he did back then would bring to his sister. After all, this world is completely different from that world, and a different idea may be a dagger that will hurt you. He suddenly raised his head and said very gently: "But making arranged arrangements is not necessarily a bad thing. You have never been with Hongcheng before, so how do you know that your marriage will not be happy in the future?"
Fan Ruoruo still lowered her head, but her tone did not loosen at all: "My sister has known Shizi since she was a child, so she knows clearly that I don't like him."
If outsiders hear this, I'm afraid they will be scared to death. The dignified Miss Fan Manor would actually say so directly whether she likes such a thing or not. Fan Xian's mind was in turmoil, and he still explained himself: "Not necessarily, you see, your sister-in-law and I are also referring to marriage, and we are living happily now."
Fan Ruoruo raised her head suddenly, and said with a trace of determination and perseverance: "Brother, not everyone in the world has the luck of you and sister-in-law."
Fan Xian was stunned. This was the first time he saw disapproval of himself on his sister's face. Ever since he was a child, every time Ruoruo looked at him, he always had that attitude of admiration mixed with appreciation. And this was the first time he heard Ruoruo directly opposing his opinion, so he couldn't help being a little shocked, shocked by the slight changes in his sister.
After a long silence, the expression on Fan Xian's face changed from stiff to soft, and finally he laughed loudly, the joy in that laughter was not even half false - he was indeed very pleased that the yellow-haired girl from back then had finally grown up, finally Learn to stick to your own opinions.
"Ruoruo, do you believe me?" Fan Xian smiled and looked at his sister with an encouraging expression.
After hesitating for a moment, Fan Ruoruo showed the usual calm smile and nodded emphatically.
Fan Xian glanced at the things on the table, shook his head lightly and said with a smile, "Since you trust me, don't play with these, I will naturally arrange it properly."
Fan Ruoruo has fallen into silence ever since she learned that the palace was referring to the marriage. She knows how rebellious her own thoughts are, and what kind of harm will be brought about by resisting the decree, but she has been educated by her brother's letters since she was a child, and the seemingly weak but actually strong freedom has long been planted in the depths of this woman's heart seed. But no one said these thoughts at all, and deep in her heart she was even more afraid that even her most trusted brother would oppose her decision.
Hearing Fan Xian's promise at this time, Fan Ruoruo's uneasiness over the past month suddenly turned into a breeze in autumn, and disappeared in an instant, and his nerves that had been tense for a month suddenly relaxed - yes, brother is back , he will naturally decide for himself.
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After the two brothers and sisters separated for several months, they naturally had something to say, but Fan Ruoruo looked at him with a strange expression, and then remembered that if the elder brother was not talking to his father in the study, then he should be with his sister-in-law. Are you going to run into your own room? She thought of something, she couldn't help covering her mouth and smiled softly, and said: "Brother, when you persuaded me earlier, didn't you say that although you and your sister-in-law are married, you are happy now, but now you are so sad, why? ?”
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, thinking that his sister and Wan'er had a good relationship, so he naturally knew why Wan'er stayed behind closed doors, so he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
Fan Ruoruo smiled mischievously, and said, "My sister can't help you with this matter, you can ask your sister-in-law."
Fan Xian frowned, thinking that he was sitting upright and walking straight, what should I ask Wan'er for? While thinking about it, I heard a maid shouting outside: "Young Master, Young Mistress has woken up."
Fan Xian shook his head repeatedly, he knew his wife was playing with her temper. But Wan'er has always been a very graceful and charming woman, how can she be as ignorant as those backyard women in the world? Knowing that he had worked so hard to get home, it would be fine if he didn't welcome him, but he gave himself a snub!
Thinking of this episode, as he walked towards his bedroom, a trace of anger gradually appeared in his heart. But when he walked to the door and listened to the little order from inside, his anger disappeared immediately, and a very wonderful expression appeared on his face instead.
That voice was incomparably sweet, it was Lin Wan'er or someone else, and that Xiao Ling was very familiar to her ears.
"Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin!"
Fan Xian looked slightly embarrassed, thinking that Li Qingzhao's words, which he used to deceive Haitang, were known only to the Empress Dowager of the Northern Qi Dynasty and himself, but why did they spread to the southern capital