After a little gossip, Fan Xian took the opportunity to propose again asking his grandma to accompany him to Kyoto for the elderly, but just like that night, the old lady expressed her attitude directly and silently. Fan Xian couldn't help but sighed, and said, "Why don't you want to go?"
Knowing that he was talking about Dong'er's family, the old lady said with a smile: "Living in the capital...it's not easy. What's more, Dong'er is so close to you. Don't forget that you have taught these big girls around you since you were young." His heart is higher than the sky, he is so hard-nosed, no one can do anything."
Fan Xian was startled, and rubbed his head. I thought to myself that this is indeed the truth, Xiaoya who is still staying in the mansion is following the youngest one among herself, and seeing that mouth is also a powerful character who is not forgiving, and a few days ago she brought her man back to the mansion to see My own Xiaoqing... Xiaoqing's man is still a well-known scholar, but in the end he is too arrogant to say anything in front of Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing and Xiaoya are like this, not to mention Sister Dong'er and Sisi, who has always been presumptuous... The big girls in this house are really spoiled by me, and they have been taught badly. The characters in this world don't pay attention to the rules that are regarded as the most reasonable in this world. Although they are all docile on the outside, they are all clear on the inside.
Fan Xian thought about it, and laughed a little complacently. Even if he couldn't change the world too much, he could at least change the thoughts and lives of a few women. Without this kind of welfare, without his big mountain to lean against, the temper of these four big maids, I am afraid that it would be difficult for them to move forward in this world.
Nothing to say all night. On the second day, news came from Danzhou City, saying that a certain son of a certain house had been kicked hard and vomited several bowls of blood.
No one saw the perpetrators, and Danzhou has always had a simple and simple folk style and good law and order.
The whole Danzhou was shocked, Master Zhizhou was furious, ready to investigate the case carefully, and give the former teacher a big face, but when the master came to his ear and said a few words, Master Zhizhou immediately calmed down, I went back to my Jingxinzhai to drink tea.
The smart people in Danzhou gradually guessed the reason for this incident, and no one dared to discuss it too much. As for the young master who was beaten, although he must have resentment in his heart, he did not dare to complain all over the world. Instead, he respectfully sent someone to Dong'er's small courtyard, and paid the medical expenses and compensation for the past two years. send it.
The matter faded very quickly, and the people of Danzhou knew that the young master of the Fan family was not a fool, but just a protector, so they didn't worry too much.
A few days later, a secret decree from Kyoto and an academic report from Jiangnan were sent to the Earl's Palace at the same time. Fan Xian looked down at the two thin sheets of paper, knowing that his trip to Danzhou was coming to an end, he couldn't help feeling a bit of reluctance in his heart.
After all, he is the full-power imperial envoy of Xingjiang South Road, the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, and he is still young and in good health. It is impossible for him to hide in his favorite place like Chen Pingping for the elderly.
Although Danzhou is good, he always has to leave.
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In the morning of the next day, Teng Zijing took Lin Dabao and the third prince to go fishing again, and Fan Xian finally fulfilled his promise to Wan'er, holding her little hand, stepping on Wan'er step by step slowly. The land of Danzhou, feeling the atmosphere here, carried out a rich one-day tour of Danzhou.
After a little change of appearance, the husband and wife went to the lively vegetable market, went to the beach by the pier, looked at the beautiful white birds that Hong Changqing hated, and squatted at the door behind the Earl's Mansion and told stories for a while, Then I went to the extremely quiet grocery store.
Wan'er smiled gently all the way, allowing her husband to hold her hand and walk slowly or quickly. She knew that all these were Fan Xian's best memories. He brought himself here today because he hoped that he could share his love. The most tender and beautiful part of my heart.
The grocery store was quiet, but the dust was still thick.
Both of them, husband and wife, were lazy people, so naturally they didn't bother to clean up. They just stood in the room and looked around, talking about the past.
Wan'er quietly listened to Fan Xian's emotional memories of her childhood, and she couldn't help but tremble a little. She thought that not only was she living in the palace with tension and danger since she was a child, but also her husband's childhood. So much hardship.
She gently held the kitchen knife in her hand, and said with a smile: "Then uncle uses this knife to cut up shredded radishes for you to drink?"
Fan Xian laughed happily and nodded.
Wan'er glared at him and said, "I've been drinking sorghum since I was young, so I'm not afraid of getting drunk to death."
Fan Xian smiled and said nothing.
Lin Wan'er suddenly opened her big eyes, and asked curiously, "Where is the cliff where you practice? Is it like the steep slope on Cangshan Mountain? Can you take me to see it?"
Fan Xian was startled, and said, "That place is dangerous, you can't go there."
Lin Wan'er groaned, but her round face clearly expressed strong regret.
Fan Xian looked at her, and suddenly said, "Hold me tight."
Lin Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and passed her hands through Fan Xian's arms, hugging him tightly, just like she was on the bed that night, afraid that he would disappear like this, and even more afraid that he would just be immersed in the innocence. In the breath of the state.
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On the high cliff by the seaside of Danzhou, Fan Xian and Lin Wan'er stood on the edge of the cliff hand in hand, a few steps forward was the abyss, the ocean, and the snowflakes.
The sea breeze was blowing towards the face, and the sun above the head seemed farther away than it looked on the ground. It was covered with a halo of light, and it didn't look very hot.
Wan'er's breath was slightly disturbed, her cheeks were flushed, but there was a little fear in her eyes. Being carried up by Fan Xian all the way up the cliff was really the most exciting experience in the girl's life. She didn't know how she got up those slippery and steep cliffs. Not very scared, seems a little numb.
She glanced at Danzhou City in the distance with some timidity, and found that with her own eyesight, she couldn't even see the appearance of those houses clearly.
She turned her head to look at the calm Fan Xian again, and said softly, "... used to... climb every day?"
"That's right." Fan Xian said with a smile, "Since I was six or seven? I can't remember. Anyway, besides my uncle and me, you are the third person to come up to this place."
Lin Wan'er lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, knowing that this must be the biggest secret in Fan Xian's heart, and that she could be brought up by him... There was a tinge of sweetness in the girl's heart, but then a tinge of bitterness, she slowly leaned against Fan Xian. With a leisurely arm, he said: "I have always felt that I have suffered in the palace, but now I know that your life is more difficult than mine."
At a young age, you will be forced to climb a mountain, why? Naturally, he was worried that someone would come to kill him. Growing up in such a horrible environment, what kind of torture was it for the boy back then. Thinking of this, Wan'er felt a little more sympathy for the seemingly powerful man around her.
Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "What's the trouble? If you don't want to die, you have to work harder. In fact... compared to other people in this world, you and I are already people who have grown up in a honey pot. Don't talk about hard work lightly. At least we don’t have to think about whether we will have food for our next meal, whether we will have clothes to wear, whether we will be sold by our parents to a brothel to be a prostitute or a big teapot.”
Wan'er listened calmly from the side.
"My superficial unrestrained vigor...is all a faux pas."
Fan Xian looked at the golden light on the sea in a daze, "Actually, you should know that I can be said to be the most dedicated, hardworking, and hardworking person in this world."
Wan'er nodded. Fan Xian did not forget to practice twice a day even during the Cangshan years after his wedding. In fact, with Fan Xian's current state and power, he didn't need to work so hard at all. The world often only sees the glamorous side of Mr. Fan, but they never imagine how much sweat and effort he has put in for this side.
"It's been like this since I was very young." Fan Xian said slowly, "No one can understand why I treat myself so harshly."
Wan'er only understood a little, so she listened to him quietly.
Fan Xian paused for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, and said softly against the Danzhou sea breeze, "Actually, the reason is very simple... I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
"Just like the saying I used to say when I was a child, you will know how strong you are when you are drunk, and you will know the weight of life after death. A person who has never died will never know how terrible death is."
"I want to survive in this world, so I must be ruthless, and I must make myself strong."
"And you don't know, when you are used to lying on the bed and can't move, and you can't move a finger if you want to toss... Suddenly God gives you a chance to toss, you will be extremely grateful to God, and go to toss with intoxication .”
Fan Xian was intoxicated by the memories of his two lives. Wan'er was by his side, but she couldn't understand at all. She looked at his handsome face for some reason, and saw a mature and vicissitudes that suddenly appeared on that face that did not match his age. Feeling his heart ache, he felt that his own heart was following Fan Xian's heart, and a trace of inexplicable and unexplainable sorrow surged up.
Wan'er's eyes were slightly wet, and she stood on tiptoe with some difficulty, clutching the corners of her sleeves, and wiped the corners of Fan Xian's eyes.
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The trip back to Danzhou to visit relatives ended like this, but before leaving, Fan Xian huddled in the old lady's study and murmured with her for a long time. Regarding the news from the capital, these two seemed the gentlest, but in fact were the most ruthless. The grandparent and grandson had a serious conversation.
When leaving the study, Fan Xian's expression was a little heavy.
Back in the room, Wan'er asked cautiously, "What happened?"
"It's nothing serious." Fan Xian thought for a while, and said calmly, "It's a natural thing to write a book on the royal history of the imperial court. As an imperial envoy traveling to the south of the Yangtze River, I must be in the eyes of many people when I go to Danzhou to play. The key is, I heard some uncomfortable news."
"What news?" Seeing a rare irritability on her husband's face, Wan'er couldn't help laughing, "It can make you mess up too."
Fan Xian sighed, and said with a wry smile: "During the New Year's Eve, Yan Xiaoyi will also return to Beijing to report on his work, so he will come to Beijing at the same time as me."
Yan Xiaoyi? The governor of the Qing Dynasty conquered the Peking University, the commander of the Imperial Army back then, the prestigious ninth-rank superpower in the Qing Dynasty... The most important thing is that this person is the eldest princess' confidant, and he is quite famous in the army. Even if it is His Majesty, He would not rush to suppress him without evidence.
And when such a character returned to Beijing, he would inevitably confront Fan Xian directly.
Fan Xian still remembers to this day, the shocking arrow he encountered when he sneaked into the palace.
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Wan'er frowned and said, "Could it be... the martial arts conference in front of the palace will resume again?"
Fan Xian glanced at her in surprise, then laughed, and patted her on the head, thinking that his wife's sense of smell was really keen in this area, nodded and said, "I heard it was the intention of the Privy Council, the military suggested resuming the martial arts, To boost the morale of the people."
"What do you say, Your Majesty?" Wan'er worried. She knew in her heart that the Qing Kingdom was a country that conquered the world immediately, and had always made great military achievements. However, after the three Northern Expeditions, His Majesty recuperated to prepare for another battle, so she turned her gaze Wenzhi also stopped the most important annual martial arts meeting many years ago.
"Your Majesty will naturally not object." Fan Xian said with a smile, "This is a good thing in the first place. The imperial court has been in peace for a long time, and even the navy in Jiaozhou has changed. Naturally, there needs to be a reason to win over the morale of the army."
After Lin Wan'er was silent for a while, she suddenly said, "I'm afraid... it's aimed at you."
"I'm a civil servant." Fan Xian said with a smile, but he clearly felt a problem in his heart. He has a different opinion from the second prince on the Liujing River. The second prince always thought that the emperor asked Fan Xian to handle the Jiaozhou naval affairs because he let Fan Xian get in touch with military affairs, but Fan Xian thought that his extremely tough "father" "Huang" had the opposite problem in his mind. Killing Chang Kun by himself and harming Dang Xiaobo, regardless of the factions in the army, I am afraid that those great generals will hate him in their hearts.
Your Majesty still doesn't want the commissioner of the Overwatch Council to touch the military power gently...
Wan'er looked at him and sighed, "You are a civil servant, but... you are also a well-known martial arts master."
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean, Yan Xiaoyi is going to challenge me in the martial arts when he returns to Beijing?" Qing people are fond of martial arts. Although the atmosphere has faded over the years, it is deeply rooted in the people and officials The strong taste in my heart can't be wiped away at all. Just like Ye Linger can challenge Fan Xian with a knife outside the palace, duels are still legal in the Qing Kingdom, not to mention that no one is willing to retreat on occasions like martial arts in front of the palace.
But Fan Xian was willing to back down. He sneered, "That's naive. He wants to fight me, so I'm going to fight him?"
In his heart, martial arts are used to kill people, not to fight duels. If you want to kill people, Fan Xian asks himself that there are countless ways that are more efficient and safer than duels—duels? Children's games at home. Fan Xian suddenly felt that Qing's military was a bit childish, and couldn't help but sneer.
Wan'er sighed, and said softly: "Although this method is direct and effective, it is very stupid... Mother should not be so stupid as to let Yan Xiaoyi challenge you in the palace. Regardless of winning or losing, Yan Xiaoyi will not dare to really hurt you , Your Majesty’s eyes are watching. So I also feel that I can’t figure out the reason for this, maybe we are thinking wrongly, Yan Xiaoyi is the governor of Peking University, and he hasn’t returned to Beijing for two years, so he should report on his duties.”
Fan Xian suddenly had an idea in his heart, and frowned. If Yan Xiaoyi's return to Beijing this time had nothing to do with the so-called martial arts conference, it could only prove one thing. The forces in the court finally tried to challenge the authority of the royal family head-on. But... the eldest princess, why should she
"If I avoid the battle, I will lose my momentum." Fan Xian said with a smile, "But you know, I don't care about face."
This is a lie, Fan Xian is also a person who loves vanity, if other military generals challenge Fan Xian in the martial arts, Fan Xian will not even blink, and directly beat the other party until the other party's mother does not know , and add a gold border to his reputation, but... that person is Yan Xiaoyi.
Fan Xian asked himself, even if his injuries had already healed, and with the help of Haitang's Heavenly Dao Supreme Mind Dharma, he had already stood firmly on the pinnacle of the Ninth Rank, how could he really face the super strong Or, there is still nothing to ask for.
There are two people on my side who can resist Yan Xiaoyi, Haitang and Ying Ying, but the problem is that these two people can't help me.
There is another person on my side who can easily kill Yan Xiaoyi, Uncle Wu Zhu, the problem is... Uncle Wu Zhu ran away from home again.
While Fan Xian was nervous, he suddenly became inexplicably excited, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the salty smell on the sea cliff. If after returning to Beijing, he really wanted to fight Yan Xiaoyi head-on, how far would he be able to do it without relying on those small tricks
Capital, wind and thunder, strong man, contest, these words tempted Fan Xian's restless heart.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his head and smiled, and said softly, "I don't want to fight, but... how about trying to kill him?"
Wan'er opened her eyes wide and was speechless for a while.