The New Year is Nayuqing, the Jiajie is Changchun, and the annual Spring Festival is undoubtedly coming without delay and without any new ideas.
This winter, Fan Xian didn't stay on Cangshan Mountain most of the time, and what happened later, both Wan'er and Ruoruo ran back to the capital in fright. The Fan Mansion was surprisingly lively.
The red confetti in front of the mansion was spread thickly, like a carpet of great joy, the air was filled with the smell of fireworks, a little smoky, a little sweet, and the big fish and meat in the big kitchen and the small kitchen were even more delicious. It is to make the master and servants feel that this life should not be too happy, thanks to the medicine that the young master grasped to eliminate stagnation is very effective...
On the night of thirty, the palace gave several big dishes and some small things. Fan Xian didn't pay much attention to it, but had a difficult conversation with his wife and sister in the room. After solving the confusion of the two sisters a little, before the two girls woke up from the shock and endless confusion, he led the two Went to the front house.
After a hastily eaten New Year's meal, the whole family gathered around and played a few rounds of mahjong. Fan Xian lay behind Wan'er and hugged his arms. From time to time, he came up with bad ideas. After saying a few classic jokes, he finally eased some of the weird emotions on the table.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year's Day, the young people after the vigil struggled to wake up and went to the front hall to celebrate the new year.
Fan Xian was not sloppy at all. He actually touched his knees to the ground. Under everyone's weird eyes, he was as calm as usual. He kowtowed three times to his father, three bang bang bang, and his forehead was in close contact with the ground.
Mr. Fan stroked his beard and smiled lightly, indescribably comforting.
The girls and women went out to knead glutinous rice balls to play, and there were only a few bachelors left in the front house on the first day of the new year. Fan Xian walked behind his father and gently rubbed his shoulders. Ever since the rumors spread, perhaps his heart was broken. Fan Xian no longer separated himself behind the veil, and began to show the emotions that a son of man should have. The distance between the father and son is much closer than before.
Fan Jian, Minister of the Household Department, raised his gods while enjoying his son's service, and asked, "How is Sizhe over there?"
Fan Xian replied respectfully: "It's okay, Wang Qinian is a smart man."
Fan Jian smiled slightly and said, "You have a lot of acquaintances in Beiqi, so I'm at ease about that." He shook his head suddenly, and said inexplicably, "It's strange to say, but I think Anzhi treats Beiren pretty well, but don't Forget that there is a deadly feud between our two countries that cannot be resolved, and it’s okay to use it at some point, but you can’t trust them completely, especially you can’t pin your last hope on them.”
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, wondering if his father had guessed something, he smiled and explained a few words.
Fan Jian suddenly asked concerned: "Mr. Fei treated your injury, how are you doing now?"
Fan Xian didn't want his father to worry, so he didn't tell the truth about the dispersal of true energy. He nodded and said, "It's almost done. After another two months of recuperation, there should be no need to worry."
"Two more months?" Fan Jian frowned and said, "Jiangnan is not like the capital, and the mountains are high and the rivers are deep and the emperor is far away. , it is necessary to control the other party to death... But when you can tolerate someone, let him be for a while, and there is no rush."
Fan Xian could hear the worry in his father's words, and knew that the elder was reminding him.
In the battles in the capital, Fan Xian has always been extremely ruthless. Even when facing the eldest princess and the second prince, he never backed down, just being ruthless and courageous. I just went to the south of the Yangtze River, faced those big officials in the frontiers, and went deep into the headquarters of the Jiangnan family. Although it seemed that no one could shake me in terms of power, but without the two big mountains of my father and Chen Pingping behind me, I should be more serious in my work. Be tactful.
The father and son exchanged opinions on what will happen next year, and they also made a detailed analysis of what changes the eldest princess would bring to the court after her entry into Beijing. Fan Jian reminded Fan Xian that he should pay attention to Bachelor Hu who will join the cabinet in a few years. Fan Xian didn't understand what his father meant by specifically mentioning that literary master, but he still kept that name firmly in his heart.
Fan Jian patted the steady and young hands on his shoulders lightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that His Majesty is really planning to hand over the Overwatch Council to you. In the future, when you are in the court, he will always find someone with a prestigious position in the court." Civil servants who can correspond to you, this is for the future."
Hu Xueshi was only a young man in his early twenties when he led the literary style change in the first generation. Now he is about forty years old. He is famous in the southern part of the world. Before Fan Xian was born, he was in the limelight. In recent years, dear brother, his official career has been quite unsatisfactory. He has been displaced among the seven roads. He has a high position but no real power. Now that he has entered Beijing, he has served as a secretary in the middle school, which can be regarded as the important use of the court.
Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, thinking that he didn't intend to interfere too much in government affairs, let alone tease that Bachelor Hu, and he wouldn't take the initiative to provoke him if he thought about it.
The father and son chatted a few more words, and Fan Xian asked tentatively, thinking that the clan would still worship ancestors today.
Fan Jian looked back at his son, sighed, and shook his head, thinking that it is extremely rare for this child to have such a heart, but he can show his heart, but he cannot let his name be entered in the genealogy, after all, he must Concerned about the face of that person in the palace.
Fan Xian was just trying to see if there was such a possibility. Seeing his father's direct reaction, he knew that he was still delusional, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
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The morning sun shone warmly in the garden of the Fan family. Most of the people, including Fan Shangshu, Liu Shi, and Ruoruo, had already gone to the ancestral hall of the Fan family where the farm was located. A large number of people also went there, and there were only a few people left in the front house and the back house, which seemed extraordinarily quiet.
"I know you want to go." Wan'er comforted softly while sitting beside him.
Fan Xian was reading a book. The first batch of "Zhuang Criticism Collection" printed by Danbo Bookstore was named by Fan Xian, and the characters were also inscribed by Fan Xian. According to Qiye, the sales volume was extremely promising, and the funds returned were far higher than imagined. Hurry up, especially since the Northern Qi court ordered 10,000 copies at one time, making Fan Xian's purse bulge again.
Hearing his wife's words, he raised his head with a smile, put the book aside casually, and hummed: "What? Are you worried that I can't think about it?"
Wan'er smiled and said, "Why don't you worry that I can't think about it?"
Fan Xian relaxed his arms, hugged her into his arms, pressed against her cool face, and asked with concern, "How is your body recently?"
Wan'er misunderstood what he was talking about, a slightly sad face rested on his shoulder, and said: "There is no movement yet."
Fan Xian laughed, and said, "Who cares about the unborn daughter? I just asked about your physical condition. Mr. Fei treated me with the method of treating cattle. Now I'm beginning to doubt his level." .”
"There is nothing wrong with your body." Wan'er thought for a while and asked curiously, "Why is it a daughter?"
"Hello, daughter, you don't have to stand above the court and fight every day." Fan Xian said with a smile. His thinking is of course very different from that of people in this world.
Lin Wan'er slightly distanced herself from Fan Xian, pointed to her heart, and said with a smile: "The girl's family is not good either, marrying a husband-in-law and not knowing who the husband-in-law is... It's not easy here."
Fan Xian frankly touched his wife's soft chest with his hand, and said seriously, "Let me see if the problem is serious."
The couple laughed and quarreled, but they couldn't put the matter aside completely. Wan'er said quietly: "... who would have thought that you are... my cousin."
"Isn't it good?" Fan Xian said with a smile, "Sister Lin, ask Brother Xian to come and listen."
Wan'er spat: "Bah! You're not Baoyu."
Fan Xian was right when he thought about it, he was much prettier than Jia Baoyu, so he rolled his eyes and left the room. Wan'er didn't know what he was going to do, so she was very curious, but after a while, Fan Xian returned to the house, but... she was wearing a tattered dress that people don't often wear!
When Lin Wan'er saw his little beggar-like attire, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Fan Xian stared, opened his mouth wide, and said with great joy, "Cousin... ah heh heh, ah heh heh... I'm finally waiting for you!"
Lin Wan'er was taken aback for a moment, wondering why her husband suddenly went crazy, is it fun to call her cousin? Chi asked, "Cousin?"
Fan Xian laughed silly and said, "Oh, I'm your cousin, Hong Qi..."
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Lin Wan'er was dumbfounded, listening to Xianggong talking nonsense with a Jiaozhou accent, she didn't know how to respond for a long time. Seeing her reaction, Fan Xian was also disheartened. He bowed like a defeated soldier, and went out to change his clothes.
"Sanggong, what were you... doing before?"
"Imitate the show from east to west." Fan Xian had a bitter face.
"Imitation show?"
"Show... SHOW is also what people in the south often call Sao... Don't ask, just treat me as Sao."
Fan Xian's level of acting is actually very high. After he was reborn in this world, he began to act as an innocent child, as a poet, as a lover. Acting was originally his strong point. If it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have confidence In the palace, in the small building, you can deceive the unfathomable Emperor His Majesty with the most emotional performance.
But people always need to rest, so he doesn't want to hide too much in front of his closest people, such as his wife, such as his sister. After her life experience was exposed, Wan'er was shocked, but she finally accepted the reality gradually. For her husband who suddenly became a cousin, she just had a wonderful romantic feeling of being closer and closer.
But for Ruoruo, the elder brother suddenly became a person who has no blood relationship, which is a bit confusing. So these days, the Miss Fan family has been avoiding Fan Xian intentionally or unintentionally, as if she doesn't know how to face her brother.
She was restless, even Fei Jie's class was muddleheaded, and the family did not dare to let her go to the Imperial Hospital to discuss with those old masters the important matter of saving the sick and the living.
"Ruoruo just didn't turn the corner." Wan'er comforted her.
Fan Xian smiled wryly and said, "I'm her brother? This fact can never be changed." After resting for a while with his eyes closed, he said, "After I leave, if the place can settle down, I'll take you there. , As for my younger sister, I guess she will leave Beijing soon."
Lin Wan'er was very happy when she heard this, she grabbed his shoulder and said: "I heard that the water in the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the characters born are all like those in the paintings. I have never traveled far, so I have to have a good time this time."
Fan Xian joked, "Could it be that you're going to see the handsome guy."
Lin Wan'er couldn't help such naughty jokes, her extremely round cheeks blushed suddenly, and she punched Fan Xian with her fists desperately.
Fan Xian laughed, grabbed her pair of small fists, and said solemnly, "The eldest princess is back in Beijing, you have to go and see."
When Lin Wan'er heard this, she felt mixed feelings in her heart, her heart was tangled, and she didn't know how to deal with this relationship. Fan Xian comforted: "I know it's difficult, but you have to learn to tear this piece of paper in half, without bordering each other, and each has its own business."
This matter cannot be resolved by consolation and persuasion, and Fan Xian also understood this, so he had no choice but to leave it alone. Instead, Wan'er cheered up and worried about the inner treasury for him, and said, "Even if you take all the shopkeepers of Qingyutang, Mr. Xiang, I'm afraid you won't be able to control the inner treasury in the shortest possible time, after all. My mother has been running the business for so many years, and most of the local officials in Jiangnan depend on her face."
After a little hesitation, she said seriously: "Especially if you bring the old man of the Ye family to the south of the Yangtze River, it will easily cause discussions in the court..."
Fan Xian nodded, and said calmly: "I also understand, but this matter must be done. The shopkeepers have been taking care of the business of various palaces and mansions for these years, and I can't fully understand what they think. Can you believe it? I... just those things in the inner library. Without them, there is really nothing to do. The reason why the imperial court has kept a close eye on them these years is because they understand the manufacturing process of the inner library. This information is the most important thing for the imperial court. We cannot allow the knowledge in their minds to spread to Northern Qi or Dongyi City... It’s just that the various businesses in the internal treasury always need technical guidance for production, so they can save their lives.”
Lin Wan'er was silent for a while, and said softly: "Don't look at these shopkeepers who seem to move freely in the capital, in fact, they have been following people around them for many years. Once they show signs of leaking secrets, the people around them will kill them immediately."
Fan Xian said slightly: "I can guess this, but I don't know what kind of people they are. I checked in the courtyard, and the Overwatch Council is only in charge of the periphery, but the person responsible for silence was not found."
"It's from the palace." Lin Wan'er said with a worried look on her face, "It is estimated that they will follow you to the south of the Yangtze River."
"Your father-in-law's subordinates?" Fan Xian smiled consolingly. Since entering Beijing, he has had a good relationship with the eunuchs in the palace. No matter which palace or faction the eunuchs are, they all deeply regard Fan Tisi as their confidant. .
"Don't worry about these things." After thinking for a while, he said: "Although the matter of the internal treasury has not been done, the general trend is actually settled... Your brother Shishi probably has no chance, and the battle for the prince is at least within a few years. It will not surface again, this, I think His Majesty is most grateful to me, although he did not say it."
Lin Wan'er sighed, stared blankly at her husband, and said quietly after a while: "Don't think about things too simply... In fact, in my opinion, the emperor just doesn't like his sons making trouble... As for what he really thinks Yes, who would know? Let’s just talk about Second Emperor Brother, even if he is currently imprisoned at home, who knows if he will suddenly turn around in the future.”
Fan Xian's heart shuddered as he listened to his wife's continued analysis.
"The emperor is a very special person." Lin Wan'er opened her eyes wide, revealing an intelligence and cunning that was completely different from usual, "He is a generation of monarchs who have risen from blood and fire. His biggest characteristic is Self-confident, extremely confident, he doesn't believe that there is any existence in the world that can really shake his position, so the struggle for imperial power only brings him annoyance, but as a father, he doesn't want to see his own flesh and blood... I guess he I don't care about the title the prince's elder brother holds, who will take over in the future actually depends on what he thinks in his heart, and the performance of the prince's elder brothers in the next few years."
"Even these are not the emperor's main concerns." Lin Wan'er continued softly: "Uncle is in good health and is not very old. He thinks he can live for many years... He has never thought about passing on the throne. His My mind, in fact, is still in the world, and my ambition is still there."
Fan Xian's temples twitched twice, and he frowned and said, "Your Majesty... are you still planning to fight?"
"I can't tell." Lin Wan'er is a girl after all, and she doesn't like wars, so she said quietly: "Actually, it has been quiet for more than ten years, and it is already very strange. Now Xihu dare not come east, and the matter of South Vietnam is about to be settled. Your Majesty is only waiting for you to collect the internal treasury, the people's livelihood in the south of the Yangtze River will gradually be stabilized, and the treasury has enough money and food, I am afraid that you will send troops again."
"Look at the scope." Fan Xian said, "The key is the level of the war. If it's still the same as last year, you don't need to worry too much."
"Worry?" Lin Wan'er smiled and said, "Of course the emperor and the Privy Council are worried about this matter. You, if you want to release Jiangnan, don't worry about it. Even if the Overwatch Council wants to participate in the war, it is also a matter for the three departments."
Fan Xian smiled and didn't explain anything. If Emperor Qing was really planning to start the Second World War, he had to dispel his thoughts himself. If resourcefulness didn't work, then try violence.
Lin Wan'er didn't know that he was thinking about such outrageous things, so she said to herself: "It stands to reason that the elder brother of the crown prince should be the one to take over the throne, but you also know that His Majesty has always disliked the queen, so there are variables in this matter. Except for the eldest brother, everyone has a chance, even if the third child is only eight or nine years old... Although the government and the public know that this time you are going to Jiangnan, it is tantamount to exile in disguise, but His Majesty asked you to take the third child with you... This is a bit weird Yes, Mr. Xiang has to investigate."
Fan Xian nodded, still didn't say anything, and listened to his wife's words very calmly. He knew that he was leaving Beijing soon, and Wan'er was worried, so he made an exception and said so many things.
"The empress dowager likes the crown prince and the second prince. There seems to be no difference. The old man doesn't like the elder brother the most, and he doesn't like the third son either." Lin Wan'er said lightly about the secrets in the palace, "Although the empress has no real power, she and the mother Always on good terms."
Fan Xian listened carefully to Qing's harem politics, and interjected: "Why don't you like the third child?"
Lin Wan'er glanced out of the window, and said hesitantly: "Probably because of the master's relationship... You also know that Concubine Yigui has a close relationship with our family."
"Wan'er, in your opinion, what should I do when I go to Jiangnan this time?" Fan Xian asked seriously.
Lin Wan'er said directly: "Strictly control the third child, keep a distance, the teacher is like a teacher, don't let the queen mother think that you are deliberately indoctrinating him... The other thing is to investigate the case quickly, and you can't delay it. If you delay it for a long time, your Life is not easy... Mother is not only the second prince and the Metropolitan Procuratorate in the court."
Fan Xian was taken aback.
Lin Wan'er struggled in her heart for a long time before she said softly: "Perhaps everyone thought that the reason she made friends with Donggong back then was to hide the smoke bombs of the second emperor's brother, but you must be on guard, Mr. will fall on her side."
Fan Xian was silent and then dejected again. In this world, his own wife fell into such a pitiful situation - he knew that Donggong would not watch him grow up, and this had something to do with the hatred back then. It's just that I didn't expect that the eldest princess is really good at dancing, and she seems to be a master of cheating on two boats.
Thinking of that playful mother-in-law, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing.
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On the first day of the new year, ancestor worship.
On the second day of junior high school, a large number of officials from Beijing and China rushed to the door to pay New Year's greetings.
On the third day of junior high school, the whole family of Fan's mansion escaped and hid in Prince Jing's mansion for a party. Fan Xian and his eldest son Hongcheng met in embarrassment to reminisce about the old days.
On the fourth day of the lunar new year, Ren Shaoan and Xin Qiwu jointly invited Fan Xian to a feast for a day as a farewell.
On the fifth day of the lunar new year, Yan Ruohai and his son went to Fan's residence. After Yan Ruohai resigned, he was very good at Go, and talked with Master Shangshu until dark. Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun talked secretly in the small study until dark.
On the sixth day, I visited Chen Yuan.
On the seventh day of the lunar new year, tens of thousands of people travel in Kyoto, roosters don’t crow, dogs don’t bite, 18-year-old girls run all over the streets, Fan Xian takes his wife, sister, Roujia, and Ye Linger, four young ladies, to roam around the capital, enjoying themselves.
At noon on the eighth day of the lunar new year, there was an invitation from the Duke's Mansion. In the evening, the Fan clan gathered, and Fan Xian became the focus of the banquet.
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After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Fan Xian left the capital, and the group arrived at the boat pier in the south of the capital. This river is called the Wei River, and the Liujing River flows into it. If the Wei River goes hundreds of miles south, it will flow into the Great River. Along the river, it will go straight down to the south of the Yangtze River, which is more prosperous than Kyoto.
According to the agreement with His Majesty, Fan Xian only said to the outside world that he would go back to Danzhou to visit his grandmother, and then he would go to Jiangnan. He would go back and forth. According to outsiders, he would not arrive in Suzhou until at least March, but he did not. One thought he would arrive early.
Leaving Beijing today, Fan Xian didn't let anyone see him off, including officials he was acquainted with in the courtyard and officials from the court. Unexpectedly, the students of Taixue knew the news in advance and all ran to the pier.
Fan Xian has not been working in Taixue for a short time, but he has always been very friendly. Last year in Chunwei, he spent a lot of money and arranged countless poor students. Such celebrity anecdotes, all added together, make him have a high status in the hearts of scholars, and his reputation is excellent.
And after he joined the Overwatch Council as chief inspector, he handled some bribery cases, and played a small trick in the light of the rectification, so his brilliance was not weakened too much due to the darkness of the Overwatch Council.
As for the case of later life experience - it is also strange to say, in fact, scholars often think that they are lofty and not proud of their family background, but when they really know that they are the best in the industry, the poet Xiao Fan, has such brilliance. The splendid origin, the scholars did not have the slightest resistance in their hearts, but instead gave birth to some sour and proud feelings!
What about officials? So what? The leader of our scholars... is also a prince!
On the pier, no matter if it was a teacher or a student of the Taixue, they all felt a sense of pity at the scene of parting. For a while, the pier was full of people, and it was very lively. In the end, Fan Xian drank three glasses of water and wine before he returned Thank you students for their kindness. The scene at this time is very lively and glorious, and it will spread throughout the government and the public in a short time.
After finally persuading everyone to leave, Fan Xian gently held Wan'er's hands, exhorted countless words in detail, and said that Chun Nuan would send someone to pick her up in the coming day, only then stopped Wan'er's tears. Wan'er looked at the departing scholars in the distance, and suddenly laughed and teased, "You informed me?"
Fan Xian's cheeky face also blushed slightly, and he explained, "Let's satisfy their good wishes."
He turned his head to look, and saw that his younger sister was hiding behind the maid at home, she was speechless, but she refused to go forward, obviously crying secretly. Seeing the girl shivering, Fan Xian's heart was filled with rage for no reason. He pushed away the people who saw him off, came to Ruoruo, and shouted loudly, "Why are you crying?"
Fan Ruoruo didn't expect his elder brother to come directly in front of him, so he was taken aback, quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "No...no...it's nothing."
She suddenly thought, it has been more than ten years, and her brother has never been so fierce to her, why is she so fierce today... After all, he is not her own brother, and he is not as gentle as before. A free-spirited girl like Juju couldn't stop her grief from her eyes, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly bit her lower lip, feeling somewhat indescribably tragic.
Seeing his sister like this, Fan Xian smiled angrily and gritted his teeth, not knowing what to do. The servants beside him also hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to stay beside the two masters of the Fan residence. Fortunately, Wan'er came over at this time, hugged Ruoruo and comforted her in a low voice, and said that Fan Xian was in a bad mood to leave Beijing, which made her so fierce, Ruoruo gradually calmed down.
Fan Xian was fierce, but he couldn't see his sister being sad and deliberately avoiding him. The anger in the past ten days was suffocating. Seeing his younger sister looking at him with lingering fear, he sighed in his heart, and said in a soft voice: "It's only right for me to be fierce. I'm your brother and you are my sister. If I don't be cruel to you, you should be angry." sad."
Ruoruo is also a smart person, once he heard this, he understood the so-called intimacy, if the elder brother didn't regard himself as his own sister, how could he attack him in front of so many people? The girl's family figured out the matter, and then a hint of joy appeared on her brows, and she said to Fan Xian, "Then...then...it's inevitable that my sister will be sad when she sees her brother traveling far away. Why are you so fierce?"
She tilted her face up and said confidently.
"Hahahaha." Fan Xian finally laughed out, knowing that his sister's knot was about to be resolved, he was full of comfort.
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"Master! If you don't leave, you will be late!"
On the big boat next to the pier, the eldest maid Sisi stood on the bow of the boat with her arms akimbo and shouted loudly. When Fan Xian went to the south of the Yangtze River, he would always bring a few caring entourages with him. Sisi followed him from Danzhou, so of course he was the first choice. As soon as the girl's family left Fan's house, she returned to the time when Danzhou was there, and her whole body became brighter.
Wan'er watched her shouting loudly, and couldn't help laughing: "Sir, you really spoiled this girl."
Fan Xian laughed twice, whispered a few important things in his sister's ear that were about to be brought to the capital, and hugged Wan'er in his arms in a shocking way, and kissed them fiercely before waving his sleeves , boarded the big boat by the river.
As the saying goes, with a wave of my sleeve, I want to take all the money away.
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Lord Fan's departure from the capital today has already become the subject of conversation among the people in the capital, no matter whether it is a tavern, a teahouse or a deep house, everyone is discussing this matter.
The second prince, who was imprisoned in the palace, sighed while listening to the reports from his advisers: "This fellow has finally left."
The counselor had no plans, and said bitterly: "It's a good thing he left quickly, otherwise I would have to skin him to vent my hatred for His Highness."
The second prince was squatting on a chair to eat frozen milk soup. He frowned and was speechless for a long time. He smiled self-deprecatingly and said quietly: "No wonder people keep saying that this king and Fan Tisi look alike... so there is this Waiting for the story... But like Guixiang, I am not his opponent, you have to be clear about this."
He jumped off the chair and looked at the free sky outside the courtyard, with a sweet smile on his face: "This guy is finally gone... It feels so good, like someone took away the poisonous snake from my back."
Three hundred miles away from Kyoto, a somewhat exaggeratedly long procession was slowly heading west. The woman in the Xinyang Li Palace was walking back to Beijing. She didn't know that her son-in-law also chose to escape from the capital on this day. The other party's reaction was to avoid her kind expression and attempt to make peace. .
In the solemn Qing Temple in the outer three miles, a very desolate field dam was piled high with dry firewood, which was burning fiercely, and the fire was so intense that the burning things inside made crackling sounds.
With his hands behind his back, the emperor stared coldly at the pile of firewood, at the body that was gradually turning into black smoke. Behind him, the high priest of the Qing Dynasty maintained the composure of an ascetic monk, but fear appeared in his eyes.
Outside the Qing Temple, the little eunuch Hong Zhu was chatting with the guards. He will be transferred to the Queen's Palace as the chief eunuch tomorrow, and today should be the last time to serve His Majesty.
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A few days later on the Weihe River, Fan Xian stood on the bow of the boat, silent for a long time. The cold river rushed towards his face, but it couldn't blow through his expensive fur coat.
Others have already left Beijing, but the intelligence is still coming in continuously. The eldest princess sent many outposts to Beijing, and asked the old lady to bring many special products from Xinyang to Fan's mansion, which were naturally for Wan'er in name. It seems that the mother-in-law finally admitted that Fan Xian's power began to gently repair the relationship between mother and daughter.
This is just the last part, and it does not belong to the vision of the world taught by Chen Pingping.
What really interested Fan Xian was the news that the High Priest of the Qing Kingdom had returned to China after many years, but had exhausted his energy and blood due to hard training in the south, and died of a serious illness. , he was a little disappointed, but also a little happy.
His student Shi Chanli covered his eyes with his hands to block the fierce river wind, and came to his side to ask for instructions: "Teacher, the captain of the ship always said that at the current speed, we can pass Yingzhou tomorrow, and a little later." The day will enter the boundary of Jiangnan Road."
A group of people from Jiangnan changed boats in the secret dockyard of the Overwatch Council not far from Beijing. The boats they are riding on now are ordinary civilian boats converted from navy boats.
Facing the river wind, it seemed that the picturesque lakes and mountains in the south of the Yangtze River could be vaguely seen. Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, nodded, and said with a smile, "Xiao Shi, although the beauties in the south of the Yangtze River are waiting for you to take care of them, don't worry too much."
Shi Chanli looked embarrassed. Baoyuelou's business was going to expand to the south of the Yangtze River, so he and Sang Wen had to go. Sang Wen could delay until March, but he, as a student of Fan Xian, did not dare to delay. The few friends and classmates in the Tongfu Inn are now officials in any part of the south of the Yangtze River, but I am going to become a well-known brothel owner in the world, and I really feel a little uncomfortable.
Walking on the river in the cold weather, I was really annoyed. Sang Wen was lucky to be kept by Dean Chen, but the other person was not so lucky. He was ordered to leave the palace by his father, so he didn't have to wait until spring when the flowers bloomed.
The third prince timidly opened the thick boat curtain, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Master Si Ye, it's time to eat." The reason why Fan Xian is qualified to educate the prince is because he still has the status of an imperial school secretary. So the three princes are commensurate with this.
Fan Xian turned his head and looked at the eight or nine-year-old child, with a chill in his smile: "Then, have you finished your highness's homework?"