The spring breeze has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, nor does the summer wind. It’s just that the humid, clear or sultry air is constantly rubbing itself. However, the people in the air will have some appropriate scenes because of the rubbing of the sky and the earth. emotions come.
"Even if it's clear, so what? Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom will believe your statement?" Haitang was wearing a light blue singlet with two big pockets sewn on it, and her hands were put in the pockets. , looked at Fan Xian and said with a smile.
Fan Xian tilted his head slightly, knowing what she meant, and asked Eunuch Yao to transmit the scenes of Jiangnan back to the capital, so that everyone in the court knew that he had chosen the third child. If the way of doing it was changed to the past, Fan Xian would definitely not commit this taboo.
But today is different, Fan Xian has too much power in his hands, so he wants to express to the emperor that he has no interest in that chair at all.
But the question is just as Haitang said, why does the emperor believe in himself? Just rely on the third child? After all, the third child is still a child. After a hundred years of the emperor, if Fan Xian supports the third child, with the power in his hands and the background behind him, he can take the third child as a regent at any time.
"Your Majesty is in good health and in the prime of his life." Fan Xian lowered his head and said softly, "It will be too long in the future, and I can't be so lonely forever, and the third child was placed by my side, so I will follow along. He meant to walk away, as for... what will be the consequences? "
He narrowed his eyes, looked at the thin lake in front of him, looked at the faint mist on the lake, and said softly: "I have been thinking about a question."
Haitang yawned, covered her mouth and asked, "What's the problem?"
"I stand up this time, and another idea is to put some pressure on the two imperial brothers in Beijing." Fan Xian said with a smile, and the two imperial brothers he was talking about were naturally the crown prince and the second prince. I really want to force them to jump over the wall in a hurry, otherwise they will always be so dawdling. My mother-in-law doesn't know how high it is, whether it is as high as a few floors... "
He shook his head: "I don't want to wait any longer."
Haitang's heart moved slightly, and she looked sideways at him: "I really plan to show my cards..."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I haven't finished the question yet. I want to force the two brothers to jump over the wall, but what about Your Majesty? He asked the third child to follow me to the south of the Yangtze River, so he must have thought that the situation would develop like this in the future... The third child got involved again. His attitude is so ambiguous. How can the prince feel better? The second prince can't get up, can't get down, and it's impossible to let it go... Could it be that our emperor, His Majesty, also wants to force his son to rebel? "
After explaining this doubt, the chill in his heart eased a little, and he let out his lips with a sigh.
Haitang bowed her head and said: "Even though the emperor's family is ruthless, they are still fathers. Why would they play with their own son like this?"
Fan Xian nodded: "That's what I don't understand."
"Congratulations." Haitang said suddenly.
Fan Xian asked differently, "Why do you like it?"
"Since your thinking is so similar to that of the emperor of your country, the game after that year... naturally you won." Haitang said softly.
Fan Xian thought for a while, then said softly, "It seems that your confidence in my emperor is even stronger than my confidence in him."
"Because you are from the south." Haitang said indifferently: "Because Emperor Qing has been a little silent since you entered Beijing, so you have never felt his terror. When he was still the prince, he led three Northern Expeditions. The Qing Kingdom is far away, and the mighty Wei was torn apart, and all the countries in the world were silenced... Such methods, such horrors, I consider it from your standpoint, so naturally I have great confidence in him."
"The monarch of your country is a generation of heroes." Haitang praised the emperor of a foreign country directly, "In the past two years, the lion is not taking a nap, but squinting his eyes to digest the food in his stomach, but if someone really dares to try a little Touch his position, and his eyes will open, and he will mercilessly tear the enemy into countless pieces."
Fan Xian fell silent: "Actually... I understand. So I think I will do this, not him."
"In the final analysis, you are still a passionate person." Haitang looked at him with a half-smile, "Although you usually like to hide your compassion under the guise of selfishness, you are still a passionate person. If Emperor Qing finally got angry If you make a move, there must be a river of blood, you don't want to see this situation, so you want to do it yourself... to minimize the destructive power of this matter."
Fan Xian lowered his head and acquiesced to this statement. No matter how much enmity he had with the eldest princess of Xinyang, the crown prince and the second prince, the eldest princess was Wan'er's biological mother after all, and that lovely Ye Linger had also become the second imperial concubine. ... Once the war over that chair breaks out, it will surely spread disaster to the family. Fan Xian is a ruthless person in many respects, but he doesn't want thousands of heads hanging on the city walls of the capital to be drenched with filthy blood. city walls.
The Second Highness, who was very similar to himself, smiled so shyly, could he still smile like that after becoming a human head
If the emperor and himself win, what will the Ye family do? What should Ye Linger do
For Fan Xian, this was all a problem, but for that Emperor, it was not a problem. So Fan Xian strongly hoped to gain the initiative to solve this problem, but...
Haitang said softly: "You should also understand that you alone cannot solve this problem. Those enemies of yours still have a lot of power beyond your ability to deal with them. Emperor Qing has his own arrangements for those people. I need you to do it for me, after all, you are just the sharpest sword in his hand, but he is the hand holding the sword."
Fan Guan knew that she was talking about Junshanhui, so he nodded calmly.
"And the Queen Mother." Haitang said with a smile.
Fan Xian found a trace of sadness from the smile in her eyes, and couldn't help muttering: "The two empress dowagers are very troublesome."
Haitang obviously didn't want to continue that unsolvable topic, her eyes fell on the ancient sword by his waist intentionally or unintentionally.
"Wang Qinian sent it." Fan Xian explained to her gaze, "I heard that it was the sword of the last emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty."
Haitang was not unusual, she seemed to have known the origin of this sword for a long time, and said in a clear and cold voice: "Be careful not to cause too much discussion."
Fan Xian smiled: "Thank you for the reminder, I thought few people would recognize it."
Haitang lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she said quietly: "It's only about thirty years since the Great Wei destroyed the country. Although Xiao En and Zhuang Mohan, the two last spiritual symbols of the Great Wei, have already passed away. , but after all, the year is not long, and in today's world, there are not a few people who remember the personnel affairs at that time."
Fan Xian didn't know why the girl's family had a different mood, and a sense of absurdity surged in his heart. Today the world can be called peaceful, and everywhere can be called prosperous. Who would have thought that, but more than 20 years ago, the world was still a huge battlefield. At that time, there were constant wars, countless dead, one big country was destroyed, two big countries were born, and the green hills were bleeding. Huanglang piled corpses, hundreds of thousands of bones, and now the big men who command the world are born here.
The two fell silent, staring at the thin lake in front of them in a daze.
This thin lake is not the thin lake in Baoyue Tower in Kyoto, but the lake behind Baoyue Tower in Suzhou. Last month, Fan Sizhe sent a letter asking the group in Jiangnan to start digging the lake, recruiting a lot of migrant workers, and forcibly doubling the area of the Slender Lake. Today, if you look back from Baoyue Tower, the beautiful scenery is even better than that at that time.
It's just that Baoyue Tower was cut in half by that sword, and it was still busy repairing it at this time, so Fan Xian and Haitang just stood by the lake indifferently, watching the fog on the lake form and then dissipate, dissipate and then Gathering is as impermanent as life and the world.
"Your family's brothel is being repaired very slowly." Haitang seemed to have mentioned a word unintentionally.
"I'm sorry to use your Northern Qi's silver to be too exaggerated in front of you." Fan Xian smiled, and immediately explained: "There is no rush to build the building. I have dispatched some professionals from Beijing to check carefully Go down to the sword marks in the downstairs."
The so-called professionals are naturally those guys in the second place and the third place. Today's Baoyue Residual Building is Ye Liuyun's first crime scene. Fan Xian hopes to dig out some real ways of attacking the great master from those sword marks and breaths. for future use.
Haitang said: "I went to see it."
"Oh?" Fan Xian's eyes lit up, knowing that this girl's vision and knowledge of martial arts was much higher than his own, thinking that she must have discovered something.
"Eight pillars, cut off at the same time." Haitang recalled the thin traces in the building, and couldn't help sighing: "The rest of the cracks are just invaded by the sword... You and I can barely do it if you want to cut the pillars, but that This kind of control over the situation, but I don't know when I will be able to touch that level."
Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "From your point of view, how many swords can Ye Liuyun make with such a shocking cut?"
"Three swords."
Haitang said directly: "This is under normal circumstances. If that old man tries his best, no one knows what miracle will happen."
It is indeed a miracle, with the strength of human beings, they can use a method as powerful as heaven and earth.
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"Are you really not going with me?" Fan Xian exhaled deeply towards the lake.
"Suzhou always wants to keep someone." Haitang said with a smile: "Besides, you shamelessly let the Eighth Office publicize your selfishness to the end. If you really go to Hangzhou, how do you tell me to treat myself? Even if you are a shameless person, you must Forgive me."
The very direct resentment, even though he said it with a smile, made it impossible for Fan Xian to resist.
He smiled and said, "Then I'm leaving."
Haitang bowed slightly, and said softly, "No."
In Suzhou City in the early morning, the wind and mist on the lake disperse extremely quickly against the sunlight. The pair of young men and women didn't say a word anymore, they just split up and walked along the lakeside in different directions.
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It didn't take much time to leave Suzhou. Fan Xian had originally planned to live in the south of the Yangtze River by the West Lake in Hangzhou. It was only because the Ming family's affairs were unexpectedly difficult and there were many unexpected stories that he stayed until now. . Knowing that they are going to move to Hangzhou, the subordinates have already prepared everything, and even the girls in Huayuan are also ready to move under the leadership of Sisi.
Fan Xian didn't return Huayuan to the salt merchant. After all, Haitang still had to stay in Suzhou, keeping an eye on the large amount of money in the internal treasury transfer department and China Merchants Bank, so he always gave the girl a place to live, and he was very careful. There are a few ordinary-looking little maids who do things neatly.
Yang Jimei naturally doesn't feel sorry for this garden, but is very happy.
At the farewell banquet, Yang Jimei sat at the bottom of the table, didn't listen to what the two high-ranking officials said, only felt that the smoke was rising from the ancestral grave, and he was able to eat at the same table with the imperial envoy!
It didn't take much time to eat. Jiangnan governor Xue Qing, the governor who is rarely seen in the past, and the governor of Suzhou who is now being investigated by the Overwatch Council, these officials all came to see Fan Xian off, just because the dragon raised his head in the bamboo shed that day The ruthless situation made Jiangnan officials, big and small, afraid to give any gifts.
It's just that Xue Qing prepared an extremely expensive gift without hesitation, and the weight of the gift list made Fan Xian dumbfounded.
After the banquet, Fan Xian and Xue Qing walked casually in the garden, Fan Xian said with a smile: "My lord, you are so used to the younger generation... Firstly, I can't bear it, and secondly, I will never have the nerve to train these officials on Jiangnan Road. ?”
Words with puns.
Xue Qing laughed and cursed: "It's not for you, you have to take it if you don't want it."
Fan Xian was puzzled.
Xue Qing said loudly: "Half of it is for Miss Lin, no, it should be Mrs. Fan. She must have not brought enough things with her when she first came to Hangzhou. This is for her."
He went on to say: "The other half is to pay tribute to the teacher. The students have been busy with official duties in Suzhou, so they can't go to pay filial piety in person. I also hope that Mr. Fan will bring this kindness to me."
Fan Xian smiled. He had informed Xue Qing of his going to Wuzhou a few days ago and wrote it in a letter to His Majesty. Then he remembered that no matter what he said, Xue Qing must seriously back up the ceremony. .
After figuring this out, Fan Xian said softly, "I'm in Hangzhou. If you have any orders, feel free to write."
"Don't dare." Xue Qing said with a smile: "You are also an imperial envoy, and you dare not give orders, but there are always troubles."
Fan Xian responded casually, knowing that Xue Qing had longed for him to leave Suzhou early in the morning, so he didn't mention it.
When they were about to say goodbye, Xue Qing suddenly asked, "Master Fan, there is one matter that I have not found the answer to."
"My lord, please speak." Fan Xian said seriously.
After pondering for a moment, Xue Qing said, "How old... is your lord this year?"
As the governor of Jiangnan, he didn't say any clichés like Gui Geng, but asked directly in the tone of an elder. Fan Xian chuckled and said, "Nineteen."
Xue Qing was taken aback for a moment, and the fact that the rumors were true made him a little unbelievable, so he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly: "Sure enough, a hero is born as a boy."
The imperial envoy left the city, and the garden became much quieter. Suzhou City, which has been under the strong pressure of the Overwatch Council and Fan Xian, seems to have come alive in a day. After confirming that the black horse team of Fan Manor had left the city gate, the citizens of Suzhou began to tell each other. , with tears in his eyes, the treacherous minister finally left, and some people even started setting off firecrackers.
That night, the officials on Jiangnan Road, especially the Suzhou Mansion, also began to celebrate with each other, congratulating each other on the pain of being invited to drink tea by the Overwatch Council. As for the officials who had fallen, naturally no one took a second look.
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Although Suzhou and Hangzhou were close, it was impossible for Fan Xian to hear the sound of firecrackers sent off by the citizens of Suzhou to the God of Plague. Later, although the spies of the Overwatch Council reported it, he just laughed it off.
The group stayed at Peng's Manor by the West Lake in Hangzhou, returning to the time when they first arrived in the south of the Yangtze River. Fan Xian asked, "Where is Madam?"
A subordinate reported: "It seems that there is something hindering, and it is still in Shazhou."
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart. After thinking for a while, he didn't say much, and led the seven tiger guards galloping towards Shazhou.
It was dusk when we arrived in Shazhou, because Fan Xian was worried about Wan'er, he left the carriage he was used to sitting in, and rode directly to Shazhou City. When he entered Shazhou City, he felt that his whole body seemed to be falling apart.
And the subordinates and tiger guards behind him were even paler, and almost collapsed from exhaustion during the day's rapid travel.
More than a dozen horses broke through the tranquility of Shazhou after nightfall, and came directly to a manor house. This manor house was the sub-rudder of Jiangnan Shuihan in Shazhou at the beginning. After renovations, it became Fan Xian's private residence in name.
Fan Xian dismounted from his horse, ignored the greetings from his subordinates at the door, and rushed directly into the courtyard.
Before entering the stone steps of the inner house, I saw a familiar person, who was the daughter-in-law of Master Fuji. Fan Xian frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Young Master?" A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the daughter-in-law of Master Fuji, "Why are you here? Young Mistress is fine, just resting at home."
Fan Xian didn't believe her. Logically speaking, Wan'er should have arrived in Hangzhou today, and she was delayed because of some physical problem. He hastily pushed the door open and entered, like a gust of wind, rushed to the bed, turned his palm and sent the wind, and closed the wooden door tightly.
He looked at the girl lying on the bed, looked at the exhaustion on that familiar and beautiful face, and couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "You are not in good health, so walk slowly."
Lin Wan'er looked at him with a smile, and said, "Walk slowly... so you have more time to be happy?"
Fan Xian was stunned, and said with a smile, "Where did you get so many witty words?" While speaking, his fingers had already lightly rested on his wife's white and jade-like wrist, and he began to check her pulse.
What Fan Xian was most worried about was Wan'er's body. After all, he had been suffering from lung disease for several years. Although he had been taking care of it carefully in the past two years, and he had the medicine prescribed by Teacher Fei Jie, Wan'er's body was weak after all. , I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand the wind and cold on the road.
Gently resting his fingers on Wan'er's wrist, Fan Xian's expression gradually became serious, especially the feeling of the tentacles, which made him slightly startled—how did Wan'er become so thin
"Have you stopped the medicine?" Sensing a different pulse, Fan Xian withdrew his fingers like an electric shock, and looked at his wife in surprise, his eyes were full of concern and puzzlement.
Lin Wan'er slowly withdrew her hand, coughed twice, looked at Fan Xian and said quietly, with a trace of determination and joy: "Yes, I stopped the medicine... Take Master Ku He to the residence before Ruoruo leaves." After sitting for a while, Master Ku He said that Mr. Fei's medicine is too overbearing, if Wan'er wants to have a baby, she must stop taking this medicine."