The Fan family is now divided into the front house and the back house, occupying a large area of the southern city. Between the two houses is a garden with rockery and flowing water. Naturally, the garden is not too small. The frozen bamboo plum is still stretching. In the early morning of this day, there was a sudden sound of rapid breathing in the garden of Fan's mansion.
"Hey hey hey hey... hey... hey."
Fan Xian was wearing unlined clothing and was running around the garden wall. He was in a hurry to exercise after recovering from his injury. The two tiger guards on duty and several swordsmen from the six divisions were vigilantly guarding every corner of the garden, making sure to ensure the safety of Mr. Tisi's early exercise.
Outside the study in the distance, Deng Ziyue and Gao Gao showed strange expressions, their eyes following Fan Xian. They didn't understand why Fan Xian had to run for so long every morning, and Fan Xian never explained it. The twice-daily practice was a good habit he had developed since he was very young. The only way to do this is to work harder on exercising one's own body functions. Hidden hard work is one of Fan Xian's best qualities.
None of the maidservants who woke up in the back house looked at the running young master. These days, everyone has become accustomed to it, squatting in front of the stone steps of the servant's room, brushing their teeth, and chatting with foam. These are all the best things in the inner library, and only the back house of the Fan family is willing to buy them for the maids of the servants. Fan Xian is a person with a little mental cleanliness.
The ten laps were finally finished. Fan Xian stood under the eaves outside the study, panting heavily, with his hands on his hips and his head lowered, looking like Yao Ming in the fourth quarter. He waved his hand and signaled the maid next to him who was holding a copper basin to wait a while.
The women in the family are still on Cangshan Mountain, so another maid was sent to take care of him in the front house. The girl with two ring braids glanced curiously at the sweaty young master, and felt very strange in her heart, why does the young master insist on torturing himself so much? She put the copper basin on the bench, put on a coat for Fan Xian, flicked the basin with the tip of her little finger, tested the temperature of the water, and said softly, "Master, according to your instructions, the water is very hot. It will be cold after a while.”
Fan Xian nodded, reached into the copper basin to pick up the towel, didn't care about the scalding water at all, and didn't wring it too much, lowered his body, covered the towel on his face, and wiped it vigorously.
Drops of water dripped from between the towel and his cheek, making a clang.
After washing his face, his face was already a little red from the heat, and his spirit seemed to be much better, his eyes were clear and bright. Throwing the towel back into the basin, glanced at the two people around him, and after a moment of contemplation, he said: "I'm going to enter the palace today, Ziyue, you go to a place to see if there are any court affairs that are pressing you down these days."
Deng Ziyue responded and left. Fan Xian glanced at Gao Gao again, and said, "You wait for me outside for a while, I have business with you later."
After the news settled in the capital, knowing that the palace did not plan to eliminate him physically, Fan Xian no longer held back anything, so he summoned four tiger guards to come down from Cangshan Mountain. Gao Da was not on duty today, and was called out by Fan Xian. He was a little puzzled at first, but after hearing what he said, he felt at ease, and stayed outside the study as promised.
Entering the quiet study room, the expression in Fan Xian's eyes became slightly dimmed. He sat down on the chair and carefully checked his physical condition. With too much improvement, the meridians are still riddled with holes, and the true qi scattered between the viscera remains calm for the time being, without harming the functions of the viscera. In this situation, he didn't dare to forcibly mobilize the zhenqi to return to the collaterals, but if he waited for the meridians to recover automatically, who knows when he will have to wait
After returning home from Cangshan, Fan Xian has been very silent, and has not participated in the discussions and battles outside. From the perspective of Chen Pingping, Fan Jianfei Jie, and other older generations, the young people may have been intimidated by the successive shocks. Stop it, and that level of political struggle is indeed beyond the control of Fan Xian today, so he acquiesced in his dullness.
But only Fan Xian knew clearly that the biggest reason why he seemed to be loose-minded during these days and allowed himself to be arranged by his parents was his physical condition. Uncle Wuzhu once said that no one in this world can truly trust, so Fan Xian only trusts himself. In his opinion, no one's favor, no one's care and nostalgia are as powerful as his own strength. Don't worry, even if there are Tiger Guards, the Overwatch Council and the Qi Nian Team by your side, if there is a real discrepancy, the only thing you can rely on in the end is your own force.
The problem is that he has lost all his qi now, and has no ability to protect himself at all—although everyone outside thinks that his injury is gradually recovering, he knows that is far from the case—so he must remain silent and act like a tortoise Indented into the shell, although the posture is ugly, it is better than safety.
There was a knock on the door outside the study, Fan Xian hummed, and it was Mrs. Teng's wife who pushed the door and entered, holding a tray with two bowls of decoction and a few small bowls of pills on it, with a strong smell of herbs .
Fan Xian's medicine is now handled by the daughter-in-law of Master Fuji every day. In such an important link, there are not many people he can completely trust.
Mrs. Fuji's daughter-in-law put the tray on the table, and hurried to the side to pour a few cups of warm tea, and lined up on the table like soldiers, for fear that Fan Xian would not have time to pour the water when he swallowed the medicine.
Fan Xian shook his head, holding the medicine bowl in one hand, and grabbed a handful of pills in the other, just like eating sugar pills and drinking sugar water, and put them into his mouth without changing his expression.
It's just that the amount of medicine is too much, and it took him a long time to empty all the medicine on the tray with such a bold and windy way of eating.
"It's hard, young master." The daughter-in-law of Master Fuji smacked her lips with pity on her face, as if she was the one who took the medicine.
In addition to pity, this woman also admires the young master very much, so many medicines are poured every day, how can this be a human life? The young master can't change his face, and he is happy with it. That Master Fei from the Overwatch Council is also true, isn't it just a knife wound, needing to be so nervous and prescribe so many medicines
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I saved the money for breakfast."
The two masters and servants chatted and laughed, and the daughter-in-law of Master Fuji left the study. Fan Xian sat behind the desk and started to be in a daze. Taking a catty or two catties of medicine every day, the teacher's medical skills need not be mentioned too much. It is indeed of great benefit to strengthening the meridians and cultivating collaterals, but it is not a complete solution after all.
Thinking of this episode, he couldn't help but think of Haitang's letter, is Ku He really willing to pass on Tianyi's exercises to himself
He laughed at himself. It seems that the other party is preparing to train himself like a tiger-this kind of method, people in Nanqing have also done it, such as the eldest princess, such as himself, and hope that the Uesugi tiger in the north can continue to maintain him. Bravery kept the opponent's court in a state of tension and anxiety.
The Tianyi Dao technique has been passed on to the outside world, so Ku He must not dare to be careless about such an important matter. And only Haitang had a good relationship with him under Tianyiyi sect, so Fan Xian concluded that the one who would go south to teach the martial arts in the future must be Haitang. Thinking of this, Fan Xian somehow began to look forward to that day.
Suddenly he lowered his eyes, looked at the cups of tea in front of him, and felt that these cups of blue and yellow tea looked like one-eyed weirdos. After being stunned for a moment, he laughed out loud because of his weird associative power, followed by a lump in his throat, a lump in his stomach, and the feeling of vomiting!
Knowing that he had taken too much medicine, and took it too fast, he quickly picked up a cup of tea and drank it down, rubbed his chest with lingering fear, smiled wryly, and didn't seem to be acting cool in front of Mrs. Fuji's daughter-in-law. look like.
For some reason, after being tossed like this, his mood strangely improved, and he forgot about his background, hatred, threats, the imperial palace, and Jiangnan. That’s right, life is like countless pills, you have to swallow them slowly, maybe it will be bitter, maybe you will choke, but you still have to take it, it’s always good to be happy.
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Gao Da held the saber with one hand behind him, and stood with his feet sprawling, imposing, but no one saw that the hand holding the long saber handle behind him was trembling slightly. He looked at Fan Xian who was beaming not far in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself why is Master Tisi so happy today? It's not like the moldy state of the past few days.
After Fan Xian came out of the study, Gao Da realized that Master Tisi asked him to get up early today to compete with him.
Gao Ming knew that he was not Fan Xian's opponent, and that the opponent had only recently been seriously injured, so of course he refused to agree, but he was forced by Fan Xian, so the two finally decided not to have a real fight. This was exactly what Fan Xian wanted. He had no real anger at all, so naturally he couldn't really tick.
The tiger guard's long knife met the black dagger that the palace guards had picked up from the twig chrysanthemum in front of the Hanging Temple. The two "masters" fought with real soldiers in the garden of the Fan Mansion. It was very lively, attracting many servants to watch and watch the excitement. Some of them were even more daring, cheering for the young master at the top of their voices.
Can't use true energy, relying entirely on the control and reaction speed of the body, in a short while Gundam unexpectedly fell to the disadvantage! Any moves didn't seem to work in the face of Fan Xian's reaction and speed. There was no real energy attached to the weapon, and Gundam suddenly discovered that Fan Xian's strength was stronger than his own. He was really thinking about this problem. I don't understand it, I know how hard I practice martial arts, how can it be possible that Master Tisi is still above me
Especially now facing Fan Xian, not only facing a superior, but thinking of Fan Xian's rumored life experience, Gundam always feels a little subconsciously afraid when he makes a move. As a result, one went up and the other went up. After several confrontations, his hand holding the long knife trembled.
With a flick of Fan Xian's fingers, the slender black dagger twirled deftly in circles in his hand, drawing circles of black light, which looked very strange. In fact, this was just the pen-swiping skill he practiced in class before he was hospitalized in his previous life. That's all, but in Gundam's eyes, this trick is really powerful.
He looked at Gundam, frowned and shook his head, and said, "You can also see that I've recovered from my injury, don't hold back."
After saying this, his toes touched the slightly slippery cold winter mud, and he leaned forward and rushed over quickly. A gloomy look appeared in Gundam's eyes, and finally he grasped the handle of the long knife with both hands, squatted his legs slightly, and shouted violently: "Break!"
The long saber slashed straight down, piercing the early morning air in the back house of Fan's mansion.
The knife fell fast, and Fan Xian shot even faster. He rushed in front of the opponent while Gundam's long knife was still held above his head. With a flick of his legs and a squeeze of his wrist, he held the dagger like a bird grabbing food. Then he stabbed down hard!
With a crisp sound, the two took two steps apart. After trembling twice, he stood firm. Fan Xian had the upper hand, preventing Gundam's sword from fully exerting its strength, but Gundam took advantage of the weight of the sword itself, and the two fought to a tie.
Fan Xian smiled, waved his hand and said, "Let's do this today. From tomorrow onwards, we'll fight every day... I think it's very good for healing."
After saying this, he coughed twice, covered his lips with his sleeve, looked at the traces of blood on his sleeve, and didn't panic too much. Although the last blow didn't use any real energy, the blood rushed back, Without true energy to protect the heart veins, he still suffered some injuries.
Gundam didn't notice this, but frowned and said, "My lord, it's best not to use your true qi after you've been injured. However, it doesn't seem to be of much use to train in battle without using true qi. After all, when facing the enemy, the difference It's too big... Even if you train your body to the extreme, it's impossible to bring much benefit to the realm."
As the commander of the tiger guards, he watched Fan Xian running and mistakenly thought that Fan Xian was planning to take a new path of cultivation, using external skills to enter the inner family, so he naturally upheld his duties as a subordinate, and cautiously expressed his opposition to this "creepy way". Opinion.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's just dredging the meridians and activating collaterals. Of course I know what is the foundation, so you don't have to worry."
He didn't say a word - in this world, there are indeed some people who can't be really angry, but can still reach the top level - such as Uncle Wuzhu.
The murder case in the alley outside the mansion the night before, Gao Da had already reported it to him, he thought it was Uncle Wuzhu who had killed an assassin from Xinyang again, so he didn't care much. I just thought that one day I would have to find a secluded house, let Uncle Wu Zhu cut a few plates of cold radish shreds, drink a few cups of wine by myself, and relive the happy time in Danzhou back then.
At this time, the red sun has risen, and the morning cold has left, and the maid from the front house has come to call. Fan Xian went into the house to change clothes, then went to the front house, watching the sunrise and the full circle of the light winter scenery all the way, his heart was relaxed and at ease, unaware that his closest uncle Wu Zhu had gone away to recuperate, and he What dangers have you faced. Fortunately, all this is over.
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The atmosphere of Fan's breakfast was a bit weird.
After all, the people in the front house don't serve Fan Xian every day, so those handsome maids always like to greedily peek at the young master's "beauty". Anyway, the young master is used to being looked at by others, so he doesn't care about it. But today, not many maids dared to look at Fan Xian who had just entered the door. They just stood silently behind the table and waited. Occasionally, they took a bold look, but their eyes showed fear.
The imperial power is like the sky, this idea has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of all common people and scholars in the world, but now it is rumored that Fan Xian is the illegitimate son of the emperor and the mistress of the Ye family, so everyone looks at Fan Xian differently, The blood of the Tian family... It's no longer just the amiable, lovely and respectable young master, and it's no longer just a civil and military official, but the son of the emperor.
It's just that in this rumor, the role of the master of the Fan Mansion, the Minister of the Household Department, Fan Jian, is a bit awkward, so no matter how curious the maids of the Fan Mansion are, they can't show it around the dinner table unless they don't want to die. I had no choice but to whisper in the warm bed in the room late at night.
Fan Xian could also sense this strangeness, but the beautiful smile on his face did not fade away, he went straight to the table, respectfully and respectfully greeted his father who was sitting on the table.
Fan Jian closed his eyes and nodded naturally. Sitting next to Fan Jian, Liu's complexion was a little weird, and she forced herself to hide it, but her smile was still a little unnatural.
Liu's family has a strong background, so of course he knows the truth of the rumors, and he has been shocked for a long time, especially when he thinks about poisoning the young man in front of him, he is even more frightened. Thinking of Fan Xian's true identity, she felt that it was very inappropriate for her to accept this gift, and she wanted to stand up to avoid it, but she was afraid that the master would be angry.
As if aware of her strangeness, Fan Jian's lips curled into a hint of sarcasm. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at his son in front of him, and said, "I'm going to enter the palace today, so pay attention to where you go."
Fan Xian laughed: "It's not the first time I've been back, there's nothing to pay attention to, and it's still the same as before."
It's still not the same as before. The meaning in this sentence is very simple, but not simple. Liu Shi who was listening was trembling slightly, and while he was still thinking about it, the father and son over there already looked at each other with smiles, knowing each other clearly. One is old and consoling, and the other is fond of musing, how harmonious it is.
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While eating, I suddenly heard human voices faintly coming from the main entrance on the east side of the garden. Fan Jian stopped chopping his chopsticks and frowned, "Who is making noise?" Fan Xian handed over a towel and asked Liu to wipe off the porridge on his father's beard. He knew that his father had left after leaving Liujinghe's career. It's the way of solemnity. Seeing his father's angry and dirty face at this time, he couldn't help laughing: "What can be the matter, you can eat in peace."
A servant hurried to the door of the house and said something, and the maid came into the hall to say it again. Fan Anzhi was shocked when he heard it, and he couldn't care less, so he persuaded his father to eat with peace of mind, stopped his chopsticks, and stared blankly at the door. Know what to say for a while.
The young mistress Lin Wan'er and the young lady Fan Ruoruo, with Sisi Siqi and two maids, and a group of accompanying maids, have returned to the capital from Cangshan in a carriage, and they have already arrived at the gate of the house!
Fan Xian looked at his father in astonishment and said, "Father, didn't we hide it from the mountain?"
Wan'er Ruoruo and the others hurried back to the capital early in the morning, they must have left yesterday, but they came back overnight. In such a hurry, even the Tiger Guards and Overwatch Council officials who stayed on the mountain didn't have time to deliver a letter to him... This is naturally because the girls' family finally knew the rumors circulating in the capital. They were worried about Fan Xian for such a big matter. Of course I have to hurry back.
When Fan Jian learned that it was his daughter-in-law who came home, his complexion returned to calm. He took the towel from Mrs. Liu and wiped it twice, then lowered his head to drink the porridge, and said slowly, "That girl Ye Linger and Princess Roujia both On the mountain, how many days can we hide this matter?"
Seeing his son's blank expression, Fan Jian smiled and said: "You young people have something to say, go to the back house, and let the small kitchen make it for you later, come down from the cold place on the mountain, and make some hot food again." .”
Knowing that his father let him go, Fan Xian hurriedly agreed, and went out to pick him up.
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The back house was quiet. Fan Xian and Wan'er Ruoruo were sitting in the room, like three clay bodhisattvas. It seemed that they didn't know who should speak. After all, this matter is a bit complicated. If Fan Xian were to explain it, I'm afraid he would have to say it. In a long story, if girls come to ask, but they don't know what the rumor is about, and they ask random questions, will it make Fan Xian feel unhappy
After a while, Wan'er finally bit her lower lip and asked tentatively, "Have the rumors in Beijing subsided?"
"No." Hearing his wife's question, Fan Xian heaved a sigh of relief, and replied with a smile, "How can things like rumors stop in a short while... The same goes for you two, it's such a big deal ? It's worth going down the mountain in such a hurry, walking all night, in case you two fall, how can I survive?"
At this time, he taught his wife and sister a lesson, but he forgot that he was like a panic-stricken dog when he went down the mountain, and was ridiculed by Fan Jian and Chen Pingping.
"I'm going to enter the palace later." Fan Xian thought for a while, looked at his sister who was hesitant to speak, and his wife who was at a loss, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, let's talk about it when we come back at night... But there is a word Before, I, Fan Xian, have always been Fan Xian, this guarantee can be given."
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Fan Xian went out to start preparations for entering the palace, but Sisi with a tired face approached him. Sisi grew up with Fan Xian when she was young. Needless to say, she has a relationship with her. The key is that she is extremely bold under the influence of Fan Xian. There are no taboos and too many thoughts of superiority and inferiority. Both Lin Waner and Ruoruo can't ask The thing, on the contrary, is that this big girl is much more direct. She mysteriously took Fan Xian by the sleeve, came to a secluded place in the garden, and asked:
"Master, I heard from Miss Ye that your... mother is the mistress of the Ye family?"
Fan Xian laughed loudly, patted Sisi on the head, and said, "Sisi is the happiest." Then he lowered his voice and replied mysteriously, "Yes."
Sisi opened her mouth wide, and immediately turned into a naive smile. This big girl is two years older than Fan Xian, but she has always had such a soft and dazed temperament, and she still doesn't satisfy her gossiping heart. Continue to ask: "Then... are you really... His Majesty's son?"