Lin Hua withered the spring red, summer dream, autumn wind, too hastily, Qingguo is another winter. The temperature seemed to drop within a day. Cangshan Mountain in the west of Beijing began to snow, and the top of the mountain gradually turned white. There were two small cold rains in Kyoto, adding to the chill. Pedestrians on the street wore thick cotton robes, rubbed their hands, and walked hurriedly.
The carriages traveling to and from the Tianhe Avenue competed with the ground, making tiresome monotonous sounds. The horse puffed impatiently and turned its head, as if wanting to end the winter soon. In a black carriage, Fan Xian turned up his fur collar, breathed hot air on his hands, tightened the fur coat around his body, and muttered a few words, thinking that winter is coming too soon.
He just came out of Prince Jing's mansion. Prince Jing is ill, very seriously ill. Now that Hongcheng is not in Beijing, Roujia is young, Fan Xian has no choice but to play the role of son-in-law, serving soup and medicine every day, talking with him, and relieving the prince. With his current status, it was really inappropriate to do this kind of thing, but Fan Xian knew the relationship between Prince Jing's family and his own family, and he always felt a little guilty towards Hongcheng in his heart, so he was extra careful.
He knew in his heart why Prince Jing, who looked old but was actually in excellent health, suddenly had a cold - all this had nothing to do with winter, but only with the severe cold in the royal family. The queen mother died, the eldest princess died, and half of Prince Jing's relatives died in this accident. The cruel facts finally knocked down the flower farmer prince.
Coming out of Prince Jing's Mansion, Fan Xian didn't go back directly to the manor, nor did he enter the palace, but went to Baoyue Tower. Today is the day when Shi Chanli and Sang Wen return to Beijing to report on their duties. He must learn the most secret news in the world from the mouths of these two confidants.
However, after staying in the building for a while and reading the news from Baoyue Building from the tentacles reaching out to the world, Fan Xian frowned, looked at Sang Wen's gentle face, and looked at Shi Chanli's lips. The born beard crumbs sighed.
There is nothing surprising about this information, and it is similar to the information from the Overwatch Council.
At this time, more than three months have passed since the incident on Dadongshan, and the whole world has entered winter. As early as two months ago, news of Master Ku He's death spread in Northern Qi. Although the departure of a great master shocked the people of the world, it did not cause Fan Xian too much consternation, because it was originally considered dead by His Majesty the Emperor. Fan Xian was just very vigilant about what kind of measures the Northern Qi side would take to deal with Ku He's death.
But for the past two months, Northern Qi has been very quiet, except for Uesugi Tiger who kept resisting Qing's tentative attacks in the south, there was no major action. Fan Xian lowered his head and smiled, thinking, if Xia Mingji's stronghold in Shangjing is not counted.
The Emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty finally took action against Fan Sizhe. It is said that Fan Er Er is now living in a state of anxiety in Shangjing. But Fan Xian was not worried at all, because from his sister's letter, he could see at a glance what the little emperor wanted to do and what he wanted to express to himself.
What made Fan Xian uneasy was that Haitang Duoduo, the woman who was close to him, the successor of Tianyi's Taoist sect... suddenly disappeared. No one knew where she had gone, not even Tianyi's internal personnel.
He didn't know that a famous doctor named Fengchun had already entered the capital at this time, and he was beginning to emerge and gained the attention of the Tai Hospital. Although he was still unable to enter the palace as a deacon because of his identity as a native of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he was sent to the residences of the ministers to show his grace.
Prince Jing's illness was healed by Fan Xian himself, so Mr. Feng Chun never met Fan Xian face to face. No matter how clever Fan Xian was, he couldn't have guessed that in the near future, Mr. Fengchun would go to Chen Yuan, and he would be careful to protect Dean Chen's life at all costs.
The few chess moves that Ku He made before his death were scattered pieces, which had no effect in themselves, but only ensured the internal situation in Nanqing and followed a certain trend step by step.
Fan Xian was only worried about Haitang. He didn't know what Kuhe had told Haitang, when he would see her, and in what capacity he would see her.
There was another thing that made the entire Qing court feel alarmed. Ku He was already dead, and the Northern Qi Dynasty did not hold a funeral in secret, but held a ceremony with great fanfare. Hundreds of thousands of officials and people from all counties went to cry. The Northern Qi court didn't seem to be in a panic because of Ku He's death.
And the one in Dongyi City...according to Emperor Qing's calculations, Si Gu Jian, who should have died at this time, still stood firm and did not die. The body of this sword master is as strong as Xiaoqiang. Although his breath is dying and his life is hanging by a thread, he firmly grasps the thread and refuses to let go.
Sigu Jian, who was on the verge of death, hid in the sword hut. Although this sword master has become a useless person, his reputation is here, and the entire Dongyi City seems to have a backbone. However... Dongyi city also began to have problems. After Sigu Jian's death, the dispute between the city lord's mansion and the sword hut may also surface.
For Emperor Qing, the life and death of Sigu Jian is no longer a problem, but the ownership of Dongyi City after his death is the big problem.
Fan Xian lowered his head and thought, Dongyi City is different from Northern Qi and Nanqing. It hangs alone by the sea and is surrounded by vassal kingdoms. If Sigu Jian dies, a ferocious beast will immediately become delicious tender meat waiting to be cut. . No matter whether it is the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty or his own emperor Lao Tzu, they will not let go of this piece of fresh meat, but they don't know who His Majesty will send to grab it when the time comes.
He raised his head, glanced at Shi Chanli and Sang Wen, and briefly talked with Shi Chanli about the situation of Jiangnan's internal treasury. Although Su Wenmao kept sending secret reports, Fan Xian still believed in Shi Chanli's intuition. impression on.
The production of the inner warehouse still maintains a high efficiency. With Fan Xian's strong cooperation, the old storekeepers of Qiye gradually raised the level of the three workshops to the level of the old Ye's family. Fan Xian felt at ease, he had two knives at hand, one was the Overwatch Council, and the other was the Internal Treasury. Whether it was for His Majesty's trust or for his own power, he had to grasp it firmly and do it well.
Of the four sons of the Fan Clan, only Shi Chanli stayed by Fan Xian's side, and the three of them, Hou Jichang, Yang Wanli, and Cheng Jialin, were all striving for success in their respective responsibilities. With Fan Xian as escort, financial support, and the three of them's respective abilities, it would not take long before they would become key figures in the court of Qing Dynasty.
"There are many vacancies in the imperial court, and His Majesty has selected many young people. At this time, age and qualifications are not very important." Fan Xian looked at Shi Chanli and said with a gentle smile, "You can write a letter to the three of them later. , let them get ready, when the spring begins, it is estimated that the imperial court will send them to Beijing to report on their duties."
In his arrangement, Yang Wanli should be working in the Ministry of Industry. Hou Jichang, because of his handling of the Jiaozhou issue, has a particularly stable stance and is deeply appreciated by His Majesty. He should go straight up to two levels and become the magistrate of Jiaozhou, becoming the boy Jialin. Shun Shui, probably the most beautiful person to know Suzhou Mansion.
Shi Chanli opened his mouth slightly, he didn't expect that the four poor scholars back then, after only a few years, each had such good luck, and he couldn't catch up even if he flattered him.
Fan Xian knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"The qualifications are too low to convince the public. The key is that the government and the public know that the three of them are students of the husband... I'm afraid it will cause criticism." Shi Chanli said seriously.
Fan Xian raised his eyelids slightly, and said sarcastically, "Hundreds of officials have died, so people always have to fill them in. Where are there so many senior alternate officials? Don't talk about junior ones. He Zongwei was as famous as Hou Jichang back then. , after entering the imperial court after Ji Chang, now he is eligible to enter the imperial study to listen to deliberations... Is his qualifications deep enough?"
He Zongwei, this is a name that Fan Xian remembers deeply. Back then in the restaurant of Yishiju, he met this young scholar who looked somewhat honest. And it was this scholar who caused many incidents in the capital in the future, such as his father-in-law being forced to resign tragically.
This person was originally on good terms with Guo Baokun, the son of Guo Youzhi, Minister of the Ministry of Rites. This fell twice, and finally it was seen clearly. It turned out that he... was the eldest princess, but he fell on both sides according to the eldest princess's wishes.
However... when the capital rebelled, it was the Zuodu censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who led a group of censors to play naked, and made a bet that the prince Li Chengqian couldn't bear to kill people, so he dragged the time for the rebels to enter the capital for a night, thus giving a This gave Fan Xian the opportunity to raid the palace, manipulate the center, and reverse the situation in one fell swoop.
It wasn't until this moment that people really realized that He Zongwei belonged to no one else, he was only His Majesty's, and has always been.
When His Majesty returned to the capital, He Zongwei was rewarded for his great contribution and climbed up like a rocket. Although he was only holding the original position of the Metropolitan Procuratorate at the moment, he had the right to discuss matters under the sect. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this He Yushi may succeed the elderly Shu University in the future, and his future is bright and immeasurable.
During the turmoil in Kyoto, He Zongwei helped Fan Xian a lot, and even though he is now a powerful person, whenever he meets Fan Xian at court meetings or outside, he is still extremely respectful, without any fault of his own. Outwardly humble.
However, Fan Xian hated this person very much. Maybe it's because he has seen this person's fiery desire for power a long time ago, maybe it's because he hates this kind of character who betrays others to climb up, maybe it's because he once punched He Zongwei, and he knows that a person like He Zongwei must be Will hold grudges.
Naturally, Fan Xian would not be afraid of He Zongwei, but he had to be on guard, because this person is now highly appreciated by His Majesty. Things like villains are always scarier than gentlemen.
Nowadays, the official circles are talking about He Zongwei in private, and gave him the nickname of a family slave with three surnames. Everyone thinks this nickname is very appropriate - but few people know that this nickname comes from the study of Fan Mansion. spread out.
Sometimes Fan Xian asked himself, what He Zongwei did was no more shameless than what he did, but why did he loathe him so much
it's actually really easy. Fan Xian had once seen He Zongwei's blazing and greedy gaze towards Ruoruo, just because of this gaze, he remembered him for the rest of his life, wanted to suppress him for the rest of his life, and made him never stand up again.
"I didn't expect that your sister is singing in Chen Yuan now." Fan Xian glanced at Sang Wen and laughed. He likes Sang Wen very much, she is gentle, silent and amiable. It's not that he has any male or female thoughts about her, but he just feels that being with this woman will make him feel at ease for no reason.
It's like being with Dabao.
As for Sang Wen's younger sister he mentioned, it was the opera girl he saw when he went to Chen Yuan to meet Chen Pingping that day. Chen Pingping likes Sang Wen's voice very much, but now that Sang Wen has to take care of Baoyue Tower and spread Fan Xian's plan to the whole world, there is no way to stay in the capital for a long time, so Chen Pingping, who loves to enjoy life so much, has to retreat Secondly, Sangwen's younger sister was brought to Kyoto from Yanjing.
Sang Wen smiled very gently, and said, "It's as long as the dean likes it."
Fan Xian sighed, but thought of something else. Because of his appearance, countless people's lives have been changed, and countless people have gathered by his side because of him, even Sang Wen's sister is no exception. Thinking of these people, how could I have the heart to leave quietly
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However, some people had the heart to leave. Fan Xian stood in that small courtyard, his face extremely ugly, and the disappointment in his eyes couldn't be concealed. The well in the yard is still there, the stone table is still there, the cotton curtain is still there, and the green shelf is still there, but no one is there.
This is the courtyard of Wang Qinian's family. The small courtyard hides the folks of Xicheng deeply and is inconspicuous. Fan Xian had eaten many meals in this yard, teased Old Wangtou's delicate and shy girl, played with the gourds on the shelf... But all of these are impossible to come back. Wang Qinian's family had already moved away quietly, even without the knowledge of Fan Xian's secret agents from the Overwatch Council who had been scattered here to protect the safety of the Wang family.
Wang Qinian has this ability, Fan Xian never doubted it. From Chen Pingping's mouth, he learned the good news that Wang Qinian was alive, and at the same time he learned the news that Wang Qinian had left. He knew why Chen Pingping wanted to send Wang Qinian away, because Wang Qinian had escaped from Dadong Mountain, no matter in terms of Qing law or court regulations, he had no choice but to die.
Naturally, Fan Xian would not let him die, and this was a thorn between him and His Majesty, and Chen Pingping knew that Wang Qinian knew too many secrets about Fan Xian. For Fan Xian's safety, he had to let Wang Qinian leave.
For some reason, the departure of such a subordinate made Fan Xian so sad. He held a letter in his hand, which was handed over to him by Wang Qinian through Chen Pingping. The letter said very little, to the effect that abandoning His Majesty and going down the mountain privately would be a capital crime, but Fan Xian made him feel at ease and did not offend him. Very worried about that big mistake.
Fan Xian was at a loss, knowing that Wang Qinian had ventured down the mountain to find him because he was afraid that he would think the emperor was dead, so he would have embarked on the road of fighting for imperial power. With a little force in his hand, he crumpled the ball of paper, his face was extremely ugly. There is no one to tell jokes with him anymore, Su Wenmao's level is much worse than Old Wang's...
He lowered his head, looking at the small courtyard of the old Wang's house, somehow, he thought of that scene many years ago.
At that time, he was still a young man who had just entered the capital, and he didn't know any rules. He went to the Qing Temple in a daze, met his wife, went to the square building of the Overwatch Council foolishly, and saw a lifeless face. , pale teeth, old skin on the cheeks.
That is Wang Qinian.
At that time, Wang Qinian was an official who had been exhausted by paperwork, and spent all day in the Overwatch Council waiting to retire one day. However, he was the first person Fan Xian met. Since then, his life has changed, and he has returned to the tension and fun of Jiang Yang's life as a bandit.
The encounter between Fan Xian and Wang Qinian was a kind of fate. It was this kind of coincidence that made Fan Xian trust him extremely, and Wang Qinian was also extremely loyal to him. He changed Wang Qinian's life, and Wang Qinian knew all his secrets, including boxes, keys, and thoughts.
Wang Qinian is not only his subordinate, but also his friend, whom he talks to. This role cannot be replaced by anyone.
And it was such a character who had to choose to disappear for the sake of Fan Xian's own safety and future. Fan Xian's face turned pale, and he thought you all should leave, so he left himself alone in this uninhabited place.
However, after a while, he figured it out, and bowed to the small courtyard. His own secret is too terrifying, perhaps it has made Wang Qinian's life extremely uncomfortable and under great pressure these years, maybe the other party prefers the muddle-headed life before, and prefers a life without pressure.
I hope the future of Wang Qinian's family will be safe.
Fan Xian sighed, walked out of the yard, looked back at Mu Feng'er who was beside him with a silent face, frowned, and said, "What are you doing with such a mournful face? Your wife is already giving birth to a second child, why don't you Do you remember the daughter of the old Wang family?"
After Wang Qinian left, Fan Xian must have someone by his side. The most suitable candidate was Deng Ziyue, who went to Beijing in the Northern Qi Dynasty, carrying out the task with difficulty, and Su Wenmao couldn't move in the inner treasury, so Fan Xian had no choice but to promote Mu Tie's nephew.
After following him for a month, this kid's loyalty is fine, but he's not as interesting as Wang Qinian...and more unaccustomed and inconvenient, which made Fan Xian understand that Mr. Wang Qinian is far more than just a flatterer. It's all hidden under the smile, but I don't usually notice it.
As soon as he thought of this, his mind became even lighter, as light as water and tasteless.
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The rewards, which were two months late, finally came. Except for the civil servants who filled the vacancies as early as the beginning of the rebellion, the people from all walks of life who really made great contributions to the suppression of the rebellion finally ushered in the will of the palace.
Ye Chong was promoted to a noble rank, and he was rewarded generously. He entered Beijing as an envoy of the Privy Council. However, the position of the commander of the Jingdu garrison was handed over to Xiao Jinhua, who was the commander of Donghuamen who finally blocked the prince's rebel army all the way in the city.
However, Zhang Deqing, the commander of the thirteen city divisions at the time, was killed by Ling Chi after being captured, punishing the three clans. This was the heaviest punishment in the entire rebellion. Fan Xian also did not confront the emperor on this issue. Although he knew that Zhang Deqing's cousins had nothing to do with this matter, he was more aware of His Majesty's anger on Zhang Deqing's issue.
His Majesty trusted Zhang Deqing very much, but Zhang Deqing rebelled. He didn't kill a few more, and he couldn't vent His Majesty's gloomy emotions.
The eldest prince is still in charge of the imperial army, and none of the rewards has been given, but he has already been sealed as the prince, and there will be no more seals. And Gong Dian was transferred back to the palace, and began to take over the affairs of the guards. As for how to arrange it in the future, the emperor knew it well, and Fan Xian could also guess a little bit.
As for Fan Xian's award, there were some small problems. According to the news from the palace, His Majesty was planning to directly confer Fan Xian as County King from the very beginning, but was blocked back by the two academicians Hu Shu in panic.
There has never been such a thing as a king with a different surname, and it is no wonder that those ministers were frightened by His Majesty's original will. Although it is well known that Fan Xian is His Majesty's illegitimate son, but his surname is Fan after all, and he suddenly became a prince. Wouldn't Qing Guo be laughed to death by the world.
Fan Xian was also taken aback. To be a prince, or to be the king of Danbo, what is this? Fortunately, this will was blocked back. He was extremely grateful to Hu Shu, two hard-boned bachelors.
The first-class Duke Dan Bo has come to an end for the non-royal children. As for the gold and silver rewarded from the fields, Fan Xian didn't care too much, he was one of the richest people in the world. Maybe the emperor also knew that Fan Xian could not be satisfied with other rewards, that's why there was the ridiculous proposal to make him king in the first place.
Unexpectedly, the palace finally made a decree to name Fan Shuning, Fan Xian's daughter Fan Xiaohua, and make her the princess.
Absurd, there are countless absurd things in the world, and there is nothing more absurd than this. The daughter of a minister was actually named princess, and this daughter was not born in the royal family, but she insisted on using Lin Wan'er's title to count down.
It's ridiculous! No one would have imagined that His Majesty the Emperor would have such a stubborn and mischievous side. Of course, in Fan Xian's eyes, the most absurd thing was the name the emperor gave the girl—Shuning! Do you think you are playing Qing Chuan
But no matter how absurd the decree was, there was still a tinge of warmth in Fan Xian's heart, and he felt the emperor's heart. On the second day, he entered the palace to meet Xie En. By the way, this Shu Ning's name...can you change it.
Without waiting for him to speak, His Majesty the Emperor smiled and said: "Xu Maocai from Jiaozhou, I dismissed him from his post and let him retire. He has already returned to Quanzhou."
Hearing this, Fan Xian's heart was shocked, his mouth was parched, he was too shocked to say a word, and he didn't dare to say anything else. He kowtowed to thank him, and went back to the house in silence.
Contemplating for a long time in the study in the mansion, he figured out what His Majesty wanted to do and what he knew. He knew exactly where Xu Maocai showed his flaws. From Dongshan to Danzhou, Xu Maocai helped him resist the Jiaozhou navy, and when he landed and broke the arrow, he was obviously one of his own. However, when the Jiaozhou navy was trapped at sea, Xu Maocai did not Inform the court of any news.
Although His Majesty took all of this into consideration, he cared very much about the hearts of any of his subjects. Xu Maocai was obviously loyal to Fan Xian, not to the imperial court. Afterwards, the emperor only needed to check Xu Maocai's resume over the years, and he would think of the famous Quanzhou navy back then.
If it was any other moment, Xu Maocai would not escape death. Fortunately, Fan Xian has always shown his loyalty to the emperor in these years, including the Dadongshan incident, he has gone through countless tests, and finally won the emperor's absolute trust. This time Xu Maocai was not killed, and he did not say it clearly, but only said that he was allowed to die, which was considered to have saved enough face for Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's heart was a little cold, and he couldn't figure out what it was like, and fell into confusion again. On the second day, he did not enter the palace to plead guilty, because he was innocent. It's just that occasionally I can't help but think that His Majesty is really much gentler than before. If it were the crown prince or the second prince, the ending of this matter would definitely not be as easy as it is today.
The gentler His Majesty treated him, the more Fan Xian didn't know how to deal with himself. In the palace, His Majesty once asked him about the situation of the domineering zhenqi in his body, and knowing that there was no danger of exploding his body, he kept silent, making Fan Xian somewhat confused about his true attitude.
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Time is like snow, sprinkled one after another, falling gently, easily covering up everything in the world. When the Northern Qi and Nanqing Xihu, the whole continent was covered with snowflakes, the firecrackers gradually sounded, and the fragrance was everywhere, and it was the Spring Festival. The eighth year of Qingli has finally arrived.
During the civil turmoil in Qing Dynasty, whether it was the Empress Dowager who had been in power for a few days or His Majesty the Emperor after returning to Beijing, they all resolutely used their powerful troops to attack in all directions. everyone.
On the west side, Li Hongcheng was following the Zhengxi Army, watching the movements of the Hu people indifferently in the snow. After gathering the elite of the northern barbarians, the strength of the barbarians became stronger and stronger, but now the land is covered by heavy snow, and everyone is fighting against the harsh nature, so they have no intention of fighting. After the first wave of spring grass grows and the horses of the barbarians grow their first layer of fat, those barbarian men will come to Qingguo's Xiliang Road again to carry out routine activities that have lasted for a hundred years.
The entertainment activities in Kyoto, which had been banned for a month because of the death of the Queen Mother, were finally lifted. Perhaps in order to show that the Qing Kingdom is still peaceful through singing and dancing, His Majesty the Emperor issued several decrees of grace. The so-called dancing is dancing, horses are running, firecrackers are ringing, red lights are hanging high, and Kyoto is red.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, during the ancestor worship, Fan Xian was taken to the palace by the emperor intentionally or unintentionally. After eating a meal, he missed the important event of the Fan family.
Two days later, Fan Xian finally escaped, took his family with him, and came to a certain place in the outskirts of Kyoto. This place is completely different from the festive atmosphere during the Spring Festival, shrouded in an extremely depressing and gloomy atmosphere of sadness, because this is a cemetery, a new cemetery.
His Majesty the Emperor did not allow the corpses of those involved in the conspiracy to be snatched away by wild dogs, but buried them in one place, and did not restrict relatives from coming to worship. I don’t know how many people were moved by this decree.
Several large tombs with obviously different styles and specifications are on the hill. Fan Xian held his daughter in his arms, followed by Lin Wan'er and Sisi, standing in front of these large tombs, looking back at the blue smoke rising from the cemetery below, and remained silent.
Before they came here, they had already gone to another mausoleum to worship the subordinates of the Overwatch Council and soldiers of the Imperial Army who died in the rebellion in Kyoto.
Fan Xian did not go to the Imperial Tomb, although the Empress Dowager was buried there. He came here directly, on top of a hill. Withdrawing his gaze downwards, he looked at these large tombs in silence.
The prince, the second child, the queen, and the eldest princess are all buried here. No matter how lenient His Majesty has become, it is impossible to allow these people to be buried in the royal cemetery. It's just that it's a place with excellent geomantic omen, and it's far away from the green smoke below, so it's still quiet.
After putting away the paper incense sticks he bought, Fan Xian stood in front of the four big graves and saluted, then followed Lin Wan'er to kneel in front of the eldest princess's grave, kowtowed twice, and held the little flower for the people in the grave to see After taking a look, in order to avoid evil spirits, he wiped a dab of wine between Xiao Hua'er's brows, which made the little girl burst into tears.
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, looked at the bluestone tomb in front of him, and thought to his mother-in-law to bless her, but don't let Xiao Hua be as perverted as you.
Seeing Wan'er still kneeling on the ground burning paper, Fan Xian didn't bother, but walked to the graves of Prince Li Chengqian and the second child. Looking at the two graves, he couldn't help but whispered: "Even if there is a thousand-year-old iron threshold, there must be a thousand years of iron barriers. A bun."
There were four big and hard earthen buns. Fan Xian stared at them with complicated emotions. It wasn't until today that he discovered that not only madness and perversion flowed in the blood of the old Li family, but also pride and stubbornness.
He looked at the graves of Li Chengqian and the second child, and sighed in his heart, the brother of the old Li family is really tough, much stronger than himself. No one knew better than Fan Xian the horror of death. However, the two Li brothers died so cleanly and so arrogantly that they forcibly used this kind of death to shatter His Majesty's hard shell.
In this regard, I am not as good as them, Fan Xian lowered his head and thought to himself.
Holding the hand of Dabao behind him, he walked back to the grave of the eldest princess. Looking at Wan'er's red and tearful eyes, Fan Xian was silent for a moment, squatted down pityingly, and wiped the corners of her eyes. Dabao also squatted down following his appearance, looking at the big tomb foolishly. Although he didn't know that the most beautiful woman in the Qing Kingdom in the grave had gradually turned into bones, he still felt a chill.
"Princess mother... is inside, won't you come out?" Dabao asked curiously.
"Yes." Fan Xian said with a forced smile.
"Xiao Xianxian, I still think...how could the princess mother kill Erbao? She is so beautiful." Lin Dabao frowned and asked seriously.
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little relieved when he realized that Wan'er hadn't heard this sentence. A man named Li Yunrui killed Erbao. This was what Fan Xian had been instilling in Dabao. He didn't expect that he couldn't even fool a fool. He felt a little bitter in his heart, but he couldn't explain to Dabao that whether a person is beautiful or not is often not similar to what she does, such as your princess mother, such as your... Xiao Xianxian.
At this moment, the First Prince suddenly appeared behind Fan Xian and the others. The third prince stepped forward and saluted Fan Xian respectfully, and then stood affectionately beside Dabao.
Fan Xian looked at the First Prince with a frown, and said, "Why are you here?"
After all, the people buried in the four earthen buns here are too special, and they are too sensitive to come to worship. The eldest prince gave him a cold look, and said, "The one buried here is also my brother."
Fan Xian was at a loss for words, and said slightly worried: "It's just... I'm afraid His Majesty won't like it."
The eldest prince was silent suddenly, and after a while he said softly: "Father... is also here."
Startled, Fan Xian suddenly got up and turned his head to look somewhere on the hill. I saw the winter forest was bleak and cold, and there were only vague figures. A middle-aged man in bright yellow clothes was looking at the four big graves here. Although there were countless guards in front of and behind him, he looked so lonely.
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It was night, and Fan Xian held a banquet in the mansion. Yesterday's father had resigned and left for Danzhou, and the Liu family had naturally gone with him. Now there are only a few members of Fan Xian's family left in the Fan Mansion, and they seem extremely lonely. Fan Xian's banquet was hot pot, and he drank Wuliangye produced in Neiku. The guests he invited were the First Prince and the Third Prince.
When the hot pot was placed in front of him, Fan Xian seemed to understand what he had been obsessed with since Jiangnan, and his heart was empty, but he couldn't grasp the clue of his longing.
It was spicy, and after taking a bite of the hot pot, it was so spicy that he was sweating profusely. He was so happy, he drank a sip of strong wine, and the pain made his throat dry.
The pot and wine were all gone, the eldest prince passed out drunk at the banquet, talking nonsense, and the third child was also drunk by Fan Xian twice, and went to the guest room to get drunk and lie down.
Fan Xian was the only one left, on this winter night with the cold moon, holding the wine glass in his hand, his eyes blurred, the heat was unbearably hot, the joy was uncomfortably painful, as if he was about to shed tears.
Sitting alone on the roof behind him, facing the bright moon, listening to Fan Xian's drunken poems, he remained silent. It seemed that even the black cloth covering his eyes was thinking, who is he? Why did listening to this ditty give birth to some feelings that I never had before
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〖Diaoyutai, I haven't guessed in the wild gull for ten years. The white clouds come and go, and the green mountains are there, and they are happy with the wine. I owe Yi Zhou to help the world, violate Liu Ruan's covetousness, and repay Li Duyin's poetry debt. Suan Zhai laughed at me, and I laughed at Suan Zhai.
Returning late, the wild apes on the West Lake Mountain mourn. How many romantic monsters have been in the past twenty years, and the flowers bloom. Looking at the sky and worshiping the general's platform, the sleeve star fights An Bangce, and breaks through the smoke and moon enchantment village. Suan Zhai laughed at me, and I laughed at Suan Zhai. 〗
It's for the joy in front of the palace.
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(End of the sixth volume "Happiness in front of the Palace")
Volume VII Chaotianzi