The content of Haitang's letter is very simple, and the words and sentences are not full of ancient meaning. It follows the style of Jinwen, Fan Anzhi's light style. The full text is copied below.
"So safe?"
"The previous letter has been received. Your country's postal route is really very convenient. It took only ten days to arrive in a month's journey. Counting back with your fingers, you said that when you wrote the letter, it snowed for the first time in Kyoto, and it had already fallen here in Beijing that day." There have been several snowfalls, and it has never stopped, and the cold weather makes people tired."
"I have a strange temper. Others may be prone to sleepiness in spring and autumn, but I like to be sleepy in winter. It's not for other reasons, but it's snowing outside, and the green color is covered by the boring white, and there is no beautiful scenery. You can entertain your eyes, there are no branches to fold down into rings, and there are no small flowers to get close to and sniff. Although there are a few plums in the garden, this year's Qi Han is better than the past. , I don’t have any energy at all, and I can’t move my mind to enjoy it.”
"The donkey you saw before has been sold. Don't worry. There are still little guys helping to pull the stone mill. Anyway, there are not many soybeans. It only needs to turn fifty times a day. With the money from selling the donkey , went to buy some bamboo charcoal, you said that if the ventilation in the house is not good, it will be easy to be poisoned, so I made a chimney according to the blueprint you sent, not to mention, the air in the house is really much better."
"The chickens have already grown up, but I still don't worry about them being frozen, so they are all kept in the house, and the smell is naturally a bit unpleasant, but you also know that I have a servant now, so I clean it every day , it’s not bad.”
"Lord Wang has been to the garden a few times and said he wanted to invite me to dinner, but you said he couldn't drink alcohol, so after thinking about it, I refused. After all, you also know that I like to watch people drink, especially I like to watch people drink. Drunk."
"Half a year ago, in Songju Restaurant, I liked the little song you hummed when you were drunk. It was the verdict on Stone Records, Liu Yuqing. I sang this verdict to the teacher a few days ago. The teacher also likes it very much. She said that Miss Qiao’s life experience is pitiful, and there is something strange and elusive about it. That day, it was very windy and snowy outside, and the chill invaded the house. It was quite pleasant for me to sit and drink tea with the teacher, laughing and talking about the king’s affairs. Somehow, I thought of the days when I traveled with you in Shangjing a few months ago. It was the same piece of clear and unrestrained nature, and I felt extremely beautiful. Inner panic ran outside the ridge."
"By the way, there is a news that surprised me. I heard that Lord Xiao En's remains were found between the cliffs of the West Mountain. Although he has been buried now, I still want to tell you when I think of you going to the north with this old man. for your peace of mind."
When Fan Xian saw this, he just felt a little weird. It seemed that the village girl was hiding a lot of secret words in her words, but she was shocked by her brother's poor life, so she laughed and said nothing, so she didn't notice. Immediately afterwards, he was pleasantly surprised by Haitang's words. Could it be that the other party is really willing to pass on Tianyi's mind to him
As a result, he still hadn't guessed the real message that Haitang wanted to convey, but he tasted it again, and finally found the ominous feeling from the words that Xiao En's body was found, Ku He talked about himself, and guessing riddles. .
Especially the sentence: "Sister Qiao, this child has a pitiful background, and there is something strange about it!"
He frowned and read it again, and finally his eyes fell on the sentence of Mingyue Xiaomiao Tianlong. This sentence refers to the most embarrassing scene in Fan Xian's life. After he took the aphrodisiac, he tossed and ran outside the small temple with his pants up. At that time, there were loud frogs and the field was wet.
This... should be what Haitang wanted to tell her.
"Run from the field ridge to the field?"
Fan Xian frowned, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He sorted out the three useless words after drinking in front of Mingyue Temple, and only read the last sentence. To Fan Xian, this kind of crossword puzzle seemed very simple. If he ran out of the field, it was naturally an ancient word.
No, it's Ye Zi!
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The leaves of the lotus leaf, the leaves of the lotus leaf... the leaves of Ye Qingmei!
Fan Xian's face was full of shock, his fingers holding the letter trembled slightly, thinking of the secret words in the letter, his life experience, etc., he immediately understood what Haitang was going to tell him.
Ku He knows that she is a descendant of the Ye family!
He took a deep breath, rubbed his stiff cheeks, and forced himself to calm down, not to be disturbed by this sudden news.
The meaning in Haitang's letter was very clear, and since she was secretly reporting to herself, it meant that Ku He, who had already grasped the mystery of her life experience, had already made a plan to release the news, so she would rush to tell herself, Let yourself plan ahead.
At this moment, there was no time to guess where the great master came from, and he could judge his relationship with the Ye family. The first question before Fan Xian was: how should he face the next situation!
Judging from the timing, the Northern Qi side released the news that they are the descendants of the Ye family. Rumors spread, at most it will be a few days later than the intelligence line of the Overwatch Council, and within ten days at the latest, presumably the streets and alleys of Kyoto The news will start to spread, and everyone will open their mouths behind their backs, expressing their shock.
Logically speaking, no one can get any real evidence, no one can point out that Fan Xian is a descendant of the Ye family, and the Northern Qi side can only spread some rumors. But Fan Xian himself knew that rumors were extremely lethal. Once something happened, people would deliberately and extremely dig out some strange things about themselves after entering Beijing because of the rumors, and gradually believed in this fact.
What's more, this is a fact.
The human heart is a wonderful thing. Before someone thinks of something, naturally they will not connect Fan Xian with the Ye family for no reason, but once someone starts this, the seed of suspicion will be planted in the heart. , Gradually take root and sprout, occupying everything in the atrium, thus turning a rumor into a cognition recognized by the world, but no one dares to say it.
And for those people back then, those people in the palace, those people who have conflicts of interest with themselves... the fact that they are descendants of the Ye family will definitely make them suddenly realize, and give birth to the feeling that the clouds are opening and the moon is bright, and they are the ones who believe in this the most. people who do things.
It's just that I don't know how my life experience will be used by the other party.
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Fan Xian's lips were a little dry, he turned around and picked up the teapot on the table and mumbled a few sips. The tea was added by Shi Chanli later, so it was a little hot, which made him shiver, and then threw the teapot on the ground viciously, cursing a few words in his mouth.
With a bang, the porcelain teapot fell to the ground and shattered, with tiles splashing everywhere.
It's not that he hasn't thought about his secret life experience, there will always be a day when someone exposes it, and about this half of the Ye family, he is looking forward to it, and one day he will speak loudly in front of the whole world. Come out—he is Ye Qingmei's son.
However, this shouldn't be the case.
Before Fan Xian had any mental preparations or action preparations, this amazing news would spread throughout the capital, which would bring him unpredictable dangers and strong shocks. No one could know what would happen. Fan Xian hated this passive feeling very much, and was even slightly afraid that the situation was out of his complete control for the first time.
That's why he felt helpless anger.
His feet stepped on the broken porcelain, and he walked to the open glass window with a dull expression. Looking at the cold snow and the wind outside the window, he was silent for a long time. I don't know how many times I took deep breaths, and finally calmed down, and began to prepare to face this sudden situation.
But at this time, the girls who heard the voice in his room hurried over, were shocked by his ugly face, and were too scared to go into the room to clean up.
Fan Xian shook his head, waved his hand to signal the maids to back down, and picked up the stack of letters again, preparing to destroy them all. He clasped his palms together as usual, trying to crumble the letter paper into powder, but unexpectedly the letter paper was crumpled into powder. The flower roll was broken, but it was not broken.
He was slightly taken aback, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He was so shocked by Haitang's letter that he made himself forget the pitiful state of having no true energy in his body.
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Bypassing the corridor, Fan Xian came to the quietest room in the mansion. Fan Xian didn't knock on the door, but directly pushed the door and entered. Although he had no real strength, he had brute strength, and the doorpost snapped crisply with a thud.
Fei Jie, who was carefully mixing the pills in the room, raised his tired cheeks, looked at the students and coughed, "...what happened, I'm so flustered."
Fan Xian glanced at the teacher and said directly, "Sir, something big is going to happen."
Fei Jie was taken aback, thinking what could make this little monster panic like this? After Fan Xian told the news about Haitang's adventure, Fei Jie immediately panicked. He rubbed his hands full of medicine powder and twisted his messy hair to compete with him. He couldn't say anything for a while. talk.
Looking at this scene, Fan Xian couldn't help sighing secretly, knowing that it was really not a good idea for him to come to find a teacher in a hurry. Fei Jie's refining poison and killing people was at the level of a master, but it was really not his decision to plot against the enemy immediately. strengths.
"I'm going down the mountain right now."
"I'm going down the mountain right now."
The two masters and apprentices spoke at the same time, looked at each other, and immediately understood each other's meaning. Fei Jie narrowed his eyes, his brown eyes were full of murderous intent: "I'll go to Chen Yuan, you go to Master Shang Shu, and we will do it separately."
Yes, when the situation turned into this situation, both master and apprentice thought of those two old foxes in the capital at the same time. Fan Xian saluted with some headache, then turned around and ordered his subordinates to arrange the carriage.
Just as he was about to leave, Fei Jie suddenly said, "Don't be afraid."
Fan Xian looked back in astonishment.
Fei Jie made a shrill voice, and said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Don't be afraid, little guy, what happened more than ten years ago won't happen again. The two of us, master and apprentice, poisoned tens of thousands of people, and if we go out of the capital, there will be another one." Who can stop us?"
Fan Xian shuddered, thinking that the teacher was really focused on him, but he might not be as cruel as him.
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There was no time to say hello to the girls in the manor, but only to Sisi who was embroidering. Fan Xian and Fei Jie took two carriages and went along the difficult snowy mountain road. Going down Cangshan Mountain, the wheels crushed countless ice and rolled up a few strands of cold mud along the way.
The bodyguards in charge of the guards were divided into two groups, and half of the swordsmen from the Sixth Office went down the mountain with the two, while the Tiger Guards of Gundam were left on the mountain with great care by Fan Xian.
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In the evening, Fei Jie's carriage entered the manor on the outskirts of Beijing, which was even more gorgeous and noble than the imperial palace, under strict guards.
"Old Fei?" The old servant guarding the door watched Master Fei get off the carriage with a cold expression on his face, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, not knowing what happened.
After a while, the lights in the garden were brightly lit, Fei Jie and Chen Pingping in the wheelchair left the garden gate with a sullen face, and got into the carriage under the guard of the attendants.
"Entering the palace." Chen Pingping said in a cold voice, but as soon as he finished speaking, his face softened immediately, and he said softly, "It's a big deal, and it's worth the panic for both of you, young and old."
Fei Jie rubbed his hands together in surprise, "It's not a big deal, so what is a big deal?"
Chen Pingping lightly stroked the smooth handle of the wheelchair, and said mockingly: "You old bastard is soaked in medicine every day, so it's fine if you can't figure it out for a while, but Fan Xian disappointed the old man, as long as you put your heart into it, you will know it." It's all right... Come on, kid, this matter has been kept in his heart for too long, once someone exposes it, he will inevitably feel a little panicked."
The carriage rattled towards the city of Kyoto, and it entered the city gate in a short while. The city gate had not yet been closed. I dare not stop it.
When the carriage was about to arrive at the palace, Chen Pingping opened her eyes and said calmly, "It's not a bad thing, it's a good thing."
Fei Jie shook his head: "I don't care, I'll go to the courtyard and let the people from Division 8 prepare."
The sound of key opening came from the gate of the palace. Chen Pingping has the exclusive right to enter the palace to narrate regardless of the time, and her status is detached. The old man listened to the familiar voice, and said expressionlessly: "After the news reaches the capital, let them suppress it for two days. At least this superficial effort should be made for others to see. As for Fan Xian's life experience... one day It is necessary to make it clear that this time is the best time."
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In the study room of the Fan Mansion, Fan Jianzheng, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs of the Qing Dynasty, was sipping Physalis, while looking at Fan Xian in front of him, with a mocking smile on his lips: "Finally seeing you in a hurry, as a father, I always think that Your heart is made of ice and snow."
Fan Xian smiled wryly and said, "Father, why are you joking at this time of year? What should we do when the news reaches the capital?" He looked into his father's eyes, and after a long silence, he said quietly, "Since you have been hiding it from the world for so many years, This matter, I think it must be that someone does not want me to appear."
Fan Jian stared at his son with clear eyes, and said softly: "But the reality is that you have already appeared, and you have appeared very beautifully. After all, it is impossible to keep your relationship with the Ye family a secret. If you want to choose one to expose The right time, as my father thinks, right now...is the best time."