As the king of a country, he has many affairs, and it is impossible to stay in the remote part of the palace all the time, and he doesn't know which piece of land in the country caused the accident. The head eunuch of the Tai Chi Palace is shy and takes great risks When I came outside the building, I reported many times downstairs in pain, and finally succeeded in inviting the emperor downstairs.
Seeing Fan Tisi standing behind the emperor, the chief eunuch groaned inwardly. No wonder the emperor could not be found in the palace. The emperor was not happy, and he didn't know how many boards he would suffer.
The emperor's complexion was indeed bad. Of course, among his sons, he admired Fan Xian the most. After Fan Xian entered the capital, he had brought him and even the entire Qing Kingdom a lot of glory. Useful.
Most importantly, just looking at the two incidents of saving the third child in the Hanging Temple and now refusing to admit it, it can be seen that the child's loose appearance is full of loyalty, and his seemingly sinister tactics Among them, all that is contained is the meaning of neutralization.
In the heart of this middle-aged emperor, why didn't he feel a trace of unreasonable jealousy towards Fan Jian at the beginning—the emperor is just a mortal after all. Now that he could finally recognize Fan Xian, although Fan Xian hadn't opened his mouth, the atmosphere was enough to make the emperor happy, but at this moment, someone came to disturb him, and of course his mood was not much better.
At this time, people inside and outside the building were full of chatter, and the emperor couldn't say anything more. Turning around, his frost-covered face gradually softened. Looking at Fan Xian's clear and beautiful face with a few traces of familiarity, he said softly. : "You have seen it too, as I said before, as the king of a country, there are always too many last resorts. Think about it yourself, and don't have too much resentment."
With the respect of the emperor, even if he was his own son in front of him, he would not speak in such a humble manner. Apart from not expressing apology, this sentence has already expressed enough content. Fan Xian didn't dare to pretend anymore, he bowed deeply, as if he was moved.
The emperor suddenly frowned, thinking of his sister who was far away in Xinyang, he couldn't help having another headache, and sighed: "Recently, Beijing is too quiet, and there are too many things that cannot be brought up on the table. Feeling embarrassed, I suggest that you go to Jiangnan in advance, what do you think?"
Fan Xian didn't dare to have any opinions, but a gloomy flash of light in his eyes was just right, and he said quietly: "I obey the order." He suddenly smiled gently and said, "It's just that I have never been to Jiangnan, please give me some advice, Your Majesty. What needs attention."
The emperor shook his head: "All I need is a clean treasury that can earn money for the court every year. As for how to do it, you should know that I appreciate what you have done in the past two months. "
This is naturally referring to the Overwatch Council's arrest of Cui's family to crack down on smuggling in the internal treasury.
The emperor went on to say: "It's just... because of this matter, An Zhi, you have made some enemies in the court, and there are some things that I don't know... well, you did a good job." In the eyes of the emperor, the reason why Fan Xian spared no effort to attack Xinyang As for the second prince, of course it was because of the original memorial, which was to do things for the imperial court and to handle things for himself that were inconvenient for him to come forward.
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian said, "From now on, I will still be a lonely minister of Your Majesty."
The emperor was very satisfied with Fan Xian's statement. Fan Xian looked at this opportunity and asked, "It's just that the road in the south of the Yangtze River is far away. Although I have the power of supervision, I don't know business after all. If all affairs are led by the court alone, I'm afraid it will be an investigation. I don't know... Your Majesty, minister..."
He gritted his teeth in front of the emperor and said, "I want to use Qing Yu Tang."
The emperor was taken aback, and after a while of silence, he asked: "The shopkeepers of Qingyutang are naturally familiar with the affairs of the internal treasury, but the imperial court rules, they are not allowed to go out of Beijing..." He suddenly felt that it was not kind to say this in front of Fan Xian, coughed twice He said in a loud voice: "Anzhi, you are not afraid that I will doubt your heart when you ask for someone in front of me?"
Fan Xian said directly: "Could it be that the land of Putian is the land of the king? Since I have proposed it face-to-face, I naturally believe that Your Majesty deeply believes in the loyalty of the minister."
The emperor stared at him, but his mind was wandering quickly. Back then, the Ye family was deeply rooted and leafy, and could almost shake the state. As the king of a country, he was really afraid of the recurrence of the past. The Fan Xian in front of him was, after all, Her own son, I am afraid that he will inevitably feel a little bit unwilling to lose the Ye family.
But he thought about it again. Since Fan Xian dared to say this, he was honest. He said lightly, "Now that you stand tall enough, you naturally know that the so-called real money is not of much use. As for the inner treasury , Six years ago, I decided to let you grow up to be in charge, but I kept... that idea, this is what I wanted, why doubt it?"
Fan Xian was moved, but the emperor waved his hands and said mockingly, "But you don't have to hide it from me. Even if the affairs of the internal treasury are complicated, there is no need for those old folks in Qingyutang. I think you want to make this request. They fish out of Beijing and go."
Fan Xian didn't make any excuses, and sighed sadly: "Don't dare to lie to Your Majesty, I do have this idea. I have had this idea since the first day I found out about my life experience. Last year, I went to Qingyu Hall to see, those shopkeepers It’s a bit awkward for them to be detained in Beijing all the year round, these people are only half a hundred years old, if they are released from Beijing, they can still serve the court.”
He had been to Qingyu Hall last year, and he knew that this matter would be caught by someone who cared about it one day, so he said it in front of the emperor today.
The emperor seemed a little surprised by his calmness. After a long silence, he finally nodded. Fan Xian was overjoyed, and the emperor laughed and said, "You can't take them all away either. Every prince's mansion is full of Qingyutangs who take care of their own business. If you take them all away, I'm afraid Prince Jing will be the first to spare you."
Fan Xian chuckled. The emperor smiled and said: "...Among the few, the prince dared to stand up straight in front of me and speak, but his temperament is more than calm and fierce, not as good as you..." He kept silent, and said: "There is a picture upstairs in the side room. Painting...you stay and take a look."
Although he clearly knew that the portrait was in the palace, Fan Xian still showed some hesitation and asked, "What painting?"
The emperor said: "The only portrait your mother left in this world..." Thinking of Xiao Yezi, his eyes softened, and he said softly: "You haven't seen her before, take a good look at her later... Speaking of which, your mother It really doesn't look like you."
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, and heard His Majesty sigh again: "Although she is generally pure and beautiful, she has a very different temperament. She is like a man who refuses to give in to men, otherwise she wouldn't have such a name. She hated it the most back then. The so-called poems and songs have to be practical."
Thinking that the son in front of him is the most famous poet in the world, the emperor suddenly felt that the matter was a bit interesting, he laughed loudly, pointed to Fan Xian and said: "Although the poems she wrote have the potential to speak out, but they are just for her. His temperament is too different from yours... too big."
Hong Zhu looked at the anxious eyes of the eunuch outside the building, and listened to the happy conversation between His Majesty and Lord Fan, so he dared not bother him.
Fan Xian laughed and asked curiously, "My lord... Her Majesty has ever heard of the poems she wrote?"
"There is only one song." The emperor leisurely recalled that year, and recited in a clear voice: "The scenery of the northern country is covered with ice for thousands of miles, and snow for thousands of miles. Looking inside and outside the palace and city, there is nothing but wildness, and the river suddenly loses its turbulence. The mountain dances with silver snakes, The original Chi wax figure wants to compete with Tiangong. Xu Qingri looks at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers, which attract countless heroes to bow down. I regret Wei Huang Han Wu, a little less literary talent, Tang Zong and Song Zu, a little inferior Coquettish. A proud generation of heaven, a profuse sweater in Ximan, who only knows how to bend a bow and shoot a big eagle. It's all gone, counting the romantic people, let's look at the present."
Wei Huang Han Wu? Tang Zong Song Zu? Fan Xian's complexion was very exciting, so exciting that he was about to cramp.
The emperor glanced at him disapprovingly, and scolded, "Don't you think this word is bad?"
Fan Xian said with a bitter face: "... Naturally, it is full of momentum, but I don't know where Han Wu, Tang Zong, and Song Zu are." He thought to himself, Mom, if you want to change it, you can change it thoroughly Well, what Xiban profuse sweat... I really lost to you.
The emperor explained: "According to legend, they are the heroes of three generations before the ages."
Fan Xian was dumbfounded, thinking that his mother's dodging skills were very similar to his own, just like the conversation with Zhuang Mohan that night in Shangjing in the Northern Qi Dynasty. If there is anything that cannot be explained clearly, it will be pushed back to eternity, and I have seen it in the history books , where is the annals? I'm sorry, I used it to tear it up in the toilet.
The eunuch asked again and again, and the emperor finally left the small building. When he left, the somewhat thin back could not reveal a trace of sentimentality.
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Only Hong Zhu and Fan Xian were left in the small building. Seeing the emperor's figure disappear behind layers of frosty branches, Fan Xian finally couldn't help but burst out, holding his stomach and laughing loudly, haha Haha, the sound resounded through the small building, it was indescribably happy.
Hong Zhu looked dumbfounded from the sidelines, thinking that Fan Tisimo was greatly stimulated by today's incident, should he ask the imperial doctor to have a look
After a long time, Fan Xian finally stopped the absurd smile brought by the song "Qinyuanchun". His stomach hurt a little from laughing, and out of breath, he said to Hong Zhu, "It's okay, I'll go up by myself. You wait for me downstairs."
While walking upstairs, Fan Xian still couldn't stop laughing. That woman named Ye Qingmei is really a wonderful person. She didn't copy thousands of good poems, but she had to copy this one. I guess It seems that he was also pushed by the group of Emperor Fan Jian back then... However, maybe Lao Mao's song just fit the mentality of that woman
When he got upstairs, Fan Xian's smile had completely disappeared, and he had returned to his usual calm. In a feudal dynasty, the poem copied by the mother is really an antithesis. The emperor can say it, but she can't. No wonder she had such a serious conflict with the palace in the end.
He sneered in his heart, leaving behind all the true feelings of the previous emperor in his chest, and never recalling them again.
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Outside the side room, Fan Xian picked up a few cups of cold tea, pushed the door open, stepped on the threshold, and stood calmly in front of the portrait without any hesitation or trembling.
The picture-in-picture is a woman in a yellow shirt, with a mighty river in the background. The woman stood on a bluestone by the river, her skirt swayed gently with the river wind, facing the direction of the big river. The turbid waves in the river emptied out, lapping the stones and turning the sand into sand. On the far side of the other bank, peasants the size of ants were faintly visible. Carrying stones or something, maybe those people are building embankments.
The workmanship of this painting is extremely exquisite, the brush strokes are delicate, but the style is majestic, from fine to grand, whether it is the heavy scene on the other side of the river or the nearby blue and yellow rocks, they are all described very well. In particular, the big river tied between the Huangshan Mountains on both banks is even more turbulent, with white waves and an imposing manner. Looking at this painting, one seems to be able to feel a fierce river wind seeping out of the painting and blowing on the face of the viewer. Voice…
But all of these are not the focus of this painting. Anyone who is lucky enough to see this painting will be immediately attracted by the woman in the yellow shirt standing on this shore, and there is no more Mind, look at the landscape figures elsewhere in the painting.
In fact, the woman in the yellow shirt only showed one side, a few strands of black hair fluttering around her crystal-like jade earlobes, her sandalwood lips were slightly pursed, she didn't know what she was thinking about. It is her eyebrows that attract people's attention the most. I can see that those eyebrows are as clear and beautiful as swords, not like a weak woman, but they don't have any more masculine pride. .
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But at this time, Fan Xian's gaze was only fixed on the square-inch pupils that could be seen in the side face of the woman in the painting. The expression in those pupils seemed calm, but it always seemed to contain more emotions.
In just a moment, he remembered the mother Xiao En once described to him in the cave on the cliffs of the West Mountain outside Shangjing City in Northern Qi Dynasty. Yes, it was this kind of look! —Soft, sad, full of love and attachment to life, yearning for beautiful things, sympathy for suffering, and the confidence to change everything.
Fan Xian sighed, sat down slowly, looked at the painting on the wall, and did not look away for a long time, as if he wanted to firmly engrave the face of the woman in the painting on his heart.
With cold tea in hand and the old painting in front of him, he just sat silently in the side room. He didn't know how long he sat there, and he didn't notice the sunlight shifting outside the small building, and the wind and clouds moved slowly.
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The cold tea in his hand was still undrinked, Fan Xianku sat for a long time with dry lips, he suddenly tilted his head, looked at the woman in the yellow shirt in the painting and said softly: "You did a good job, it's a pity... you didn't take care of yourself. "
He paused, seemed a little nervous, trying to organize a more appropriate language to speak to the woman in the painting.
"Of course I'm not as good as you, but please rest assured that I will take good care of myself." He stood up, looked at the painting quietly, and said softly, "Leave you here for the time being. Let me take it away, and in a few days, I will come to see you often." I don't know how long it will take in a few days.
Fan Xian approached the picture scroll, and suddenly smiled, full of energy, and said with a smile, "It's all over... All over. Let me do the counting of romantic figures."
After saying this, he got up and left the side room.
The room was silent.
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The door suddenly creaked and was hastily pushed open. Fan Xian went back and forth, stood in the wing room again, looked straight at the woman in the painting, and asked abruptly:
"science?"
"Female doctor?"
Naturally, the girl in the painting couldn't answer the question her son asked many years later, so she just remained silent. Fan Xian couldn't help but feel sore, he immediately hid the moisture in his eyes with a hehe smile, bowed his body sincerely, and said:
"Thanks."
Then he actually leaves. The woman in the yellow shirt in the painting didn't turn around, but just looked at the scenes across the river, silently, with her back to the door behind her, which would reopen after an unknown period of time.