In the quiet courtyard, the quiet people, and the quiet chest, there was almost the same pain. Fan Shangshu looked at his son with his head bowed and speechless with a trace of pity and tenderness, and asked softly after a long silence: "Don't talk about it?" Chen Pingping, I just want to ask you, since you decided to step into Shijia Village, you must have known about that incident many years ago, how are you going to deal with that incident?"
Fan Xian didn't answer, but asked instead, "When did you think of it?"
"It was probably after the Kyoto rebellion." Fan Jian said calmly and in a harmonious voice, "Even if I thought about it before, I was not very willing to think in that direction. Your Majesty is His Majesty after all, and I am his subject."
"I was thinking in that direction a long time ago." Fan Xian said bitterly, "Because I had already guessed my own life experience at that time, but I didn't have the slightest affection for His Majesty, so thinking in that direction, I was also emotionally exhausted." Acceptable. But…”
He breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a hissed voice: "But later on, Your Majesty treated me better and better, and I became less and less willing to think in that direction, even though I knew early on that, except for him, no one else in this world can take care of you." Ye Qingmei was expelled from this world."
"But I don't want to explore in that direction." Fan Xian frowned very tightly, "Because it's the first time my child feels a little confused. I told you before that I don't allow anyone to control me. My determination is enough. Powerful, never disturbed by external objects, but in this matter, I really began to be confused."
He raised his head, looked at his father helplessly, and asked, "If you were in my position, what would you do?"
Regarding this issue, Fan Xian had already thought about this issue quite clearly on the banks of the Liujing River in Kyoto, beside the big tomb, but Fan Jian should have the strength and qualifications to speak out about this matter, so Fan Xian came to Shijia Village to come. After arriving in Yuchang in the Qing Kingdom, he quietly listened to his father's instructions.
After being silent for a long time, Fan Jian looked at him and asked, "You have to ask yourself what you think of His Majesty."
"That depends on how he sees me." Fan Xian answered these words very quickly. He must have asked himself countless times in countless nights.
"Then what does he think of you?" Fan Jian smiled gently and said, "You don't need to care about your father's attitude. After all, I grew up with him since childhood. Although I feel disappointed and resentful towards him, but To be honest, I really can’t think of too much hatred.”
Fan Xian laughed helplessly, then fell into deep thought. He had thought about this matter many, many times. Before the capital's rebellion, the Emperor Lao Tzu felt about three parts guilty of Fan Xian, three parts valued him, and four parts used him. After so many people died in the palace, the emperor His Majesty's temperament has obviously changed a lot.
Counting from the spring when he entered Beijing in the fourth year of Qingli, Fan Xian had to admit that His Majesty the Emperor might be a mean and ungrateful person, but he was indeed an anomaly in the way he treated himself. Taking advantage of acceptance—if the emperor still had any genuine affection for the people of this world, then this point would fall on Fan Xian's head.
The emperor treated Fan Xian better than the crown prince, better than the second prince, not to mention the poor woman who devoted her whole life to the emperor's youthful reputation.
After quietly listening to Fan Xian's words, Fan Jian gently stroked the beard under his chin, sighed and said, "The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Even though His Majesty's temperament is much gentler, he still thinks of the world for himself after all. A generation of kings. Again, how you treat your majesty depends on how your majesty treats you, but how your majesty treats you does not depend on how you treat him?"
He looked at his young son, and said with a little worry: "Your Majesty treats you differently. It is because you have been loyal since you entered the capital. This is what my father admires about you. You are young, but you understand Cover up all the things I guessed, the contradictions in my heart, and even hide it from His Majesty's eyes... But if His Majesty finds out that you are not a simple courtier, once he really starts to doubt your loyalty, how will he treat you? There must be a fundamental change in attitude."
"The emperor is ruthless." Fan Jian reminded him, "Especially the power in your hands is so great that it can even faintly threaten the safety of the Dragon Chair of the Qing Dynasty. Cull you."
Fan Xian remained silent, knowing that what his father said was right. The biggest problem he had committed in his planning over the past few years was that he had never made up his mind, whether it was to avenge Ye Qingmei, or to destroy the old man. Erase things, and honestly and shyly be a powerful official next to the dragon chair, you have to make a decision in advance, and it is too embarrassing to be as uncertain as you are now, with two heads at both ends.
"This is a problem that is difficult for anyone to solve." He said with a wry smile, thinking in his heart that in his previous life, he probably could only find such dramatic conflicts and inner struggles in Shakespeare's plays. The scene where the father kills the mother and the son lives in between actually falls on him.
Fan Jian looked at him quietly with a very strange look, and said after a while: "Actually, after Chen Pingping confirmed that matter and guessed it for my father, I also considered your question with him. , but we really don't think it's an intractable problem."
Fan Xian couldn't understand this sentence.
Fan Jian looked at him, his eyes became more and more gentle, and sighed, "Anzhi, you are really a different person. I thought that you had never met your biological mother, but you have been under the care of your majesty since you were a child." Growing up, His Majesty treated you very well... According to theory, you should not have any deep feelings for Xiao Yezi, but with the affection His Majesty treats you, even if you know the tragedy of the year, you probably won't be able to do it for your biological mother. , and the idea of revenge on His Majesty."
Fan Jian couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Sometimes I really can't understand you."
Yes, Fan Xian has never met Ye Qingmei in his life, and has not grown up healthily under her care. His Majesty the Emperor has treated him well...
"The hatred of killing one's mother is irrelevant?" Fan Xian said softly, mocking himself, "Of course you also know that it is impossible for me to make a decision for this reason."
It was because of Ye Qingmei's aura in this world that Fan Xian felt so familiar, so close, so amiable. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the relationship between mother and child, but two interlinked souls, in this empty and lively world, suddenly approached, getting closer.
For Fan Xian, Ye Qingmei is a walker, a person who has been here before and then left...another self.
"unfair."
Fan Xian looked at his father, and for some reason, his heart ached, and he said softly in an indescribable tone: "If we leave it like this, it's too unfair to her."
Fan Shangshu was silent for a long time, and said, "It's really not fair."
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Perhaps it was precisely because of the word "unfair" that the old cripple in the Overwatch Council endured for twenty years, planned for twenty years, followed the general trend of the world and the court with great care and skill, The spirit drove all the people of His Majesty to the opposite of His Majesty one by one.
As the saying goes, there are dogs in the world, and Pingping chased them, and the old cripple finally succeeded. What happened in the seventh year of Qingli was the explosive point that he had planned and waited for for a long time. Under the circumstances at that time, His Majesty the Emperor Qing was facing the greatest danger in his life. Dadong Mountain is full of wind and clouds.
However, the emperor finally came back alive from Dadong Mountain, and the word "justice" Chen Pingping wanted to find also became a flower in the mirror, a shadow in the water, and he could never find a second chance.
"I want to make arrangements for Chen Pingping first." Fan Xian had already shaken off his previous emotions, looked at his father and said softly, "Old comrades in arms back then, those who died died, those who rebelled, and those who struggled are still struggling. Unlike you, he has never been reconciled, so he has been struggling in Kyoto for more than two years."
"Now that you have taken over the post of dean, it seems that His Majesty still wants to give us old guys a way out." Fan Jian smiled gently: "As long as nothing happens, His Majesty will let that old dog out of Beijing. Do not worry."
Fan Xian's heart was slightly worried, but he didn't know where this worry came from, he just felt that things should not go so smoothly. In his original plan, when Chen Pingping and his father were away from the capital, he would deal with His Majesty the Emperor in the capital alone.
Using the matter of Dongyi City to hold His Majesty back for two years, listening to his words and observing his deeds is a safe move.
Seeing the worry on Fan Xian's eyebrows, Fan Shangshu frowned and asked, "What's new in the capital?"
"It's still the same as in the past year. The Metropolitan Procuratorate checks and balances the Supervisory Yuan. He Zongwei is doing very well now." Fan Xian shook his head and said, "Recently, nothing major has happened in Beijing except for Sun Jingxiu."
Fan Shang's expression was slightly condensed, and he asked about the affairs of the Kyoto Prefecture some time ago. After thinking in silence for a long time, he suddenly said, "This matter is weird."
Fan Xian was slightly surprised, looking at his father, he didn't know where to start with the words. Compared with the major issues discussed by the father and son before, the strife in the officialdom in the capital is obviously two completely different levels of affairs, but the unborn father is so serious about it.
"From the Metropolitan Procuratorate to the Zhongshu under the door, and then to you taking over the Overwatch Council." Fan Jian said coldly: "This is what we have discussed before. His Majesty arranged for the Qing Kingdom behind him. But now Dongyi The city is still negotiating, and preparations for the Northern Expedition have not yet begun, and His Majesty's layout this time is obviously too hasty."
"He wants to help He Zongwei come to power to check and balance you, to do these things..." Fan Jian shook his head and sighed: "Too urgent, too urgent."
After hearing what his father said, Fan Xian fell into deep thought. Indeed, in the past two years, His Majesty seemed to be too eager to make future arrangements for the Qing court, and the speed was too hasty.
A gust of mountain wind blew in through the unclosed glass windows, bringing a chill, and the lights in the study flickered for a while, reflecting the unpredictable expressions of the father and son.
After a period of oppressive silence, Fan Xian lowered his voice and said, "Is there something wrong with your Majesty's health?"
After thinking for a long time, Fan Jian shook his head: "You have more people in the palace than me, even more than Chen Pingping. If you haven't heard the news, then it's not true."
"But if His Majesty really has a physical problem, he will definitely hide it." Fan Xian said with a serious face.
"If you are sick, you have to go to the Tai Hospital for treatment." Fan Jian looked at him and said, "As long as you have a file in the Tai Hospital, you must be able to see it."
"No." Fan Xian shook his head, "I've been paying attention to this aspect for the past two years, but there really isn't much news in the palace."
"If there is something wrong with your majesty's body, but you didn't call the imperial physician to treat it, there is only one reason." Fan Jian sat up straight, and said slowly: "He knows what's wrong with your majesty's body, and he doesn't care about it at all. It may be cured by the imperial physician."
Fan Xian's heart moved slightly, and he subconsciously said: "Could it be that there will still be problems if the domineering true energy has been cultivated to the realm of kingship?"
Fan Jian smiled and shook his head, and said: "The realm of the great master, it is reasonable to say that ordinary poisons can't penetrate into the heart veins, so what's the problem? Forget it, it's just you and my father and son who have no reason to do things indiscriminately." It’s just a guess, you can’t take it seriously.”
Fan Xian also laughed, and said, "That's true, but I'm very interested in how His Majesty crossed that threshold and practiced the King's Dao Scroll. It's just a pity that Your Majesty always said that method, I can't use it, so Never had a clue."
"Where are you going next?" Fan Jian asked suddenly.
"Go to Dongyi City." Fan Xian was taken aback, wondering why his father would suddenly ask this question.
"Father can't give any advice on the matter of the nameless kungfu. Is there something wrong with your Majesty's practice? Since you are going to Dongyi City, there is always someone you can ask." Fan Jian looked at him calmly. , said: "Si Gu Jian is going to die soon, before he dies, if you can make some progress, you will be able to protect yourself in the future."
Fan Xian smiled wryly. How difficult it is to make a further step forward, although in Dongyi City, the Sigu sword has been given to everyone, but so what? However, he also knew what his father said was right. Regarding the secret of the nameless martial arts, Si Gu Jian is undoubtedly the last teacher on how His Majesty can break through the final restriction of the overbearing volume on the human body.
"I hope Sigu Jian can give me a better answer." Fan Xian finally said.