Numerous eunuchs and maids poured in from all sides of the abandoned garden like magic tricks, and all kinds of dishes and fruit plates were sent into the pavilion at a low price. His Majesty the Emperor and Fan Xian were eating and chatting downstairs with a smile on their face. And that woman, that woman in the history of the Qing Dynasty, between the emperor and Fan Xian, was quietly watching all this on the drawing paper in the room on the second floor.
It was supposed to be the beginning of a killing, but it turned into the last supper between father and son. Fan Xian knew this and accepted it. In the war between two people, one person can never fight. Since he has suffered for so long, he has made such a brave and even ruthless decision. What difference does it make if it takes one more night? More importantly, just like what His Majesty the Emperor said when he easily broke his momentum and left, since this is a war between two people, there must always be some time for the Emperor to do what he has tacitly promised Fan Xian. of.
Is one night enough
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"Your Majesty, Miss Ruoruo came to bid farewell to Your Majesty." Eunuch Yao stood under the small table, lowered his head, and said respectfully.
"Let her come in." The emperor smiled slightly, and glanced at Fan Xian, meaning that what I promised you, I would naturally do.
A slightly cold wind brought snowflakes into the building, and a snow-like woman walked in with the wind, her steps were steady, her face was calm and unchanged. In front of His Majesty's body, it was Fan Ruoruo.
After bidding farewell to His Majesty the Emperor, the girl, who had been under house arrest for several months, turned around slowly and looked at her elder brother quietly, her eyes gradually became slightly moist.
Fan Xian stood up, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Don't cry."
So Fan Ruoruo didn't cry, but bit her lower lip firmly, forced a smile and said, "Brother, long time no see."
It's been a long time since Fan Xian went to Dongyi again, the two siblings haven't seen each other again. After Fan Xian returned to Beijing, he only saw that early autumn rain. Fan Ruoruo was already under house arrest in the deep palace at that time. hostage.
Fan Xian stepped forward, gently embraced his sister's skinny shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Be good from now on, and respect your parents more." When he said this, Fan Xian Xian always feels that time is turning back. The snow-like woman in front of him seems to be the little yellow-haired girl in Danzhou Port many years ago who couldn't even speak clearly.
Fan Ruoruo hummed, and then backed out. She knew why His Majesty let her into the palace today, it must be some kind of agreement between her brother and His Majesty, and she believed in her brother's teachings and arrangements the most in her life, and she couldn't give birth at all. Any doubts, she just accepted it all calmly and silently.
There was repeated silence in the small building. However, it didn't stay quiet for too long, Eunuch Yao said with a bit of embarrassment: "The Third Highness is down, just outside the building, and the slaves can't stop him."
The emperor and Fan Xian were startled at the same time, as if they hadn't thought that the third prince would appear in this place at this moment, let alone that Shufang Palace would not stop the young man.
The third prince walked into the building, bowed to the emperor, and then to Fan Xian, and said in a muffled voice, "I have seen my father, I have seen you..."
What's wonderful is that the third prince turned around and left after saying this, he didn't care about any rules of etiquette, leaving the emperor and Fan Xian in silence. The two of them naturally saw the expression on the third child's previous expression clearly, and they both saw that the child's eye circles were already red, and they thought they had already cried outside the building.
The emperor looked at the empty ground, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled with a very complicated expression, a hint of disappointment, and a hint of appreciation that he couldn't conceal. Li Chengping came to this small building today, naturally to see him off, naturally to see off Fan Xian, this kind of affection, this kind of courage, is very in line with the emperor's temperament.
"Not bad?" Fan Xian asked.
"You teach well, and this is what I have always admired about you the most. I have never seen you treat them well, but no matter whether it is the ministers in the court, your subordinates, or even my sons, they seem to be willing. Come to your side," said the emperor.
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian replied, "That's probably why I always treat them equally."
Eunuch Yao walked into the small building for the third time, and said calmly: "Someone outside the palace brought the manuscripts and...a sword Mr. Fan needs."
The sword was the emperor's sword of Wei, and it was quietly placed on the table in front of Fan Xian. The manuscript was written by the old department of the Overwatch Council today, and it will be used for His Majesty's future announcement.
Eunuch Yao stood in front of the emperor and quietly stated what was going on outside the palace today. Naturally, the inner court had a lot of eyeliners in the capital, and there was no need to inquire about the commotion caused by the turmoil in the capital today. know.
The censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate were kneeling in the snow outside the palace, weeping and demanding that His Majesty severely punish Fan Xian, this heinous murderer. Fan Xian is not a murderous maniac. The lives that died in the capital today are the backbone of the He faction. As for those censors who only know pedantry, they are still alive and well.
In addition to these censors, civil officials from various ministries and temples in Kyoto also began to communicate secretly, preparing to put pressure on the palace. There's no end to fear, so they have to come forward.
Fan Xian entered the imperial palace from Zhongshu, and many court ministers were waiting outside the imperial city. They wanted to wait for His Majesty's will, but the day had passed and it was night, and the palace was still quiet. Began to be angry and afraid. Could it be that Fan Xian has done so many heinous and bloody things, and His Majesty still thinks about the righteousness of father and son, and does not punish him
It is precisely because of the peace of the imperial palace and the worries of the ministers that the royal officials will kowtow outside the imperial city again.
The storm is coming, and the pressure is great. The mountain wants to overturn, and the lake wants to make waves.
Eunuch Yao's report did not change the atmosphere in the small building at all. Neither the emperor nor Fan Xian would pay attention to the pressure from the courtiers. What's more, after tonight, there will always be one of the father and son who will make a difference to the world. Make some kind of confession.
The emperor smiled, picked up a glass of wine and drank slowly, and talked about a topic that the two of them had never touched: "If you die, if you stay, can you still control the group of lunatics under your hands? If not, I will Why promise to let them live?"
"Because you have to bet that I can control them, otherwise the world will be in chaos, which is not what you want to see."
The emperor's finger gently turned the wine glass, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Then don't you worry, if I kill you, but don't do what I promised you?"
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, and after a moment of silence he said calmly: "One word from the emperor, four horses are hard to follow."
"Sima... not one horse." The emperor smiled and said, "It's four horses. Your mother said this strange word back then, so I remember it, but I didn't expect it, and you know it too."
The emperor then sighed: "In today's world, if what I am facing is not you, but your mother... I will never give her the right to fight a fair fight no matter what."
Fan Xian sarcastically said, "You really didn't give her any fairness back then."
The emperor shook his head and said indifferently: "The reason why I don't give her this qualification is because I know that she will never use the world to threaten me, because using the world as a bargaining chip means throwing all the people in the world on the casino. But she is reluctant... but I am willing."
"I'm willing to threaten you with the life and death of all people in the world." Fan Xian replied calmly, "This is the difference I mentioned earlier."
The emperor shook his head again, and said: "So I still don't understand, since you love this country and cherish all people in the world, how can you threaten me with this."
"Because I have to love the people around me first. In addition, I am a shameless person who is afraid of death. If I am pushed to a dead end, of course, this dead end does not only refer to me... I don't mind dragging the whole The world and your majesty's ambitions will be buried with me." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Actually, I have been waiting for someone, but that person never comes back, so I have no choice but to do my best."
How desolate and helpless it is to say the word desperately, but His Majesty's eyes gradually lit up, because he knew who Fan Xian was waiting for. From the emperor's point of view, in today's world, only that person can threaten his life and rule. Since the bloody case in the Taiping Courtyard many years ago, he has been secretly wary of the existence of that person, even at the expense of the temple. The envoy who was sent at last was sent to the alley next to Fan's mansion.
But even so, Wuzhu still didn't die.
"He won't come back." The light in the emperor's eyes gradually faded, and he said slowly: "Three years, if he wants to find out who he is, he can only go to the temple, and if he really returns to the temple , how could it be possible to come out again?"
Fan Xian nodded, accepting this fact with some sadness. If Uncle Wu Zhu was still lingering on this continent, why would he be so passive in front of His Majesty the Emperor, even threatening to burn everything.
"How did you get the temple to stand behind you back then?" Fan Xian looked at the emperor with a frown. This was one of the big questions in his mind.
"I have never been to a temple, but after staying with your mother for a long time, I naturally know that the temple is actually just a place that has gradually declined and desolate. It is true that the temple has always ignored world affairs." The emperor's lips There was a sneering smile at the corner of his mouth, "However, the temple has been quietly influencing this continent. It's a pity that I am a human being, and they can't do anything to me, but your mother and the fifth child are from the temple... that's the difference That's enough, and I know how to use that."
Fan Xian sighed and shook his head. He had to admire the strong will of the Emperor Lao Tzu. In His Majesty's eyes, the temple that thousands of people have always worshiped was nothing more than a sharp knife after all.
"During the Northern Expedition, the meridians in my body were completely shattered. I couldn't move a finger, couldn't see my eyes, couldn't hear my ears, and couldn't smell my nose. I was like a dead person, but my soul was hidden in that broken body, and I couldn't escape or escape. "The emperor suddenly began to talk about the events of the year indifferently, "It's like suffering from loneliness in the endless darkness. This kind of pain has made me firm in my determination."
Following His Majesty's narration, the lights in the entire small building were dimmed, as if it was about to sink into the sea of darkness that would never be released.
"It turns out that nothing is real except for myself and the loneliness I can experience." The emperor said, "I no longer trust anyone except myself. In order to achieve my goal, I don't need relatives or friends."
"When I woke up from the darkness, the first thing I saw was Chen Pingping and Ning'er." The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "So I trust them the most. You don't have to worry about Ning'er's safety."
"However, I didn't expect that Chen Pingping would betray me..." The emperor narrowed his eyes even more, and a cold light came out of them. His tone was filled with anger and sadness, and he said mockingly: "If I believe in the wrong person, I will become today's hero." pattern."
"You haven't experienced the pain of waking up in the dark, so you don't understand what I'm talking about."
"I've had this kind of experience." Fan Xian shook his head, naturally he didn't want to explain it, it was a long, long time ago, he had an accident in that world, "However, I didn't become a person like you, Character determines destiny."
He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said: "If... Ye Qingmei didn't appear in this world, Your Majesty, what would it be like now? Would it be better?"
The emperor's eyes gradually turned cold, staring at Fan Xian's face, a flash of anger flashed and then faded, and said indifferently: "Not to mention what the Qing Dynasty looks like today without your mother, you just need to remember that when the Great Wei The corruption of the dynasty has reached its peak, not to mention it is not as good as Daqing under my rule, even compared to today's Northern Qi, it is still far behind."
"Although the Great Wei Dynasty was rotten back then, it was still a huge monster. When your mother came to this world, at least she smashed that mountain to pieces... Why is it that none of the survivors of the former Wei today miss the former dynasty? There has never been anyone in these thousands of miles of land who cared about their homeland and rebelled?" The emperor said with a sneer, "Think about it yourself."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I'm too lazy to think about it. Both parents are great people. For a son like me, it's not a very honorable thing."
The emperor finally laughed out loud, and the two continued to eat, drink, and chat. The father and son, monarch and minister are actually very similar, they are both ruthless and ruthless, but they have different opinions about the world, about the past, about the present, and about everything, but this does not affect the two of them in these years. They give each other trust and awe, firmly occupying the pinnacle of the world.
Xiaolou listened to the wind and snow all night. This was the last supper, the last long talk.
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It was late at night, and the two of them sat on two chairs under the background of the lights and began to meditate and rest. However, the true qi flowing in their bodies was so harmonious. Apart from being domineering, each had a tearing All the power, combined in one place is so harmonious.
Unknowingly, it was dawn, the sun came out, the snow outside stopped, the wind stopped, and a thick layer of snow on the ground, like a wool blanket, reflected the clear light in the sky, illuminating the large abandoned garden in the northwest corner of the palace. extra bright.
Fan Xian woke up, sighed in his heart, stood up, picked up the Great Wei Tianzi Sword on the table with his right hand, walked to the door of the small building, then turned around, and looked at His Majesty the Emperor quietly on the chair.
The emperor slowly opened his eyes, the pupils were unusually clear, unusually calm and indifferent, without any emotion that a mortal should have. Everything that should be said has been said, and from this moment on, there is no trace of affection between the two of them.
Fan Xian raised his right arm, from the shoulder to the elbow to the wrist, to the hilt of the sword he was holding steadily with his right hand, and down to the unshakable, frighteningly stable tip of the sword, facing the emperor's face directly.
The sword was still in its sheath, but it began to make the sound of a dragon chant, humming and buzzing, and it seemed like a silk pipe in Chen Yuan was playing. The thick and domineering true energy was passed into the body of the sword along Fan Xian's tiger's mouth. Wanting to bring this sword to life, a faintly visible light began to diffuse in the sheath gap.
Yinyinyinyin... The sword body is struggling desperately in the sheath, trying to get out of the sheath, but there is no way out.
Fan Xian didn't know how much true energy he had poured into it, to construct such a shocking scene. The emperor's pupils shrank slightly, his hands were still on the chair, and he didn't get up. However, the only remaining great master in the world found that his most beloved son was stronger than he expected.
On a cold winter day, a bead of sweat dripped from Fan Xian's brow, and his delicate face was full of heavy determination. He had been preparing for a long time, but Emperor Qing didn't make a move. He couldn't wait forever. The sword he held in his hand was almost out of control. He took a step back and stepped heavily on the threshold, and the sword he stabbed with his right hand in a blazing style finally exploded!
The white light in the gap of the scabbard in his hand suddenly disappeared, and there was no sound in the small building, but the scabbard could no longer bear the anger of the Tianzi sword in the scabbard, struggling, clashing, silent And strangely, like an arrow, it pierced the emperor's face!
Fan Xian's first sword was the scabbard!
Attached to the scabbard was his seven days of hard thinking, the momentum he had gathered for a long night's talk, and the extremely thick and domineering true energy, which was ejected in an instant. The extremely fast speed made the scabbard tear through the air easily like Yan Xiaoyi's arrow back then, surpassing the time limit, and in just an instant, in the blink of an eye, it came before the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor.
However, at this time there was an extra hand in the air, an extremely stable hand, a hand that had a callus on its middle finger because it had been holding Zhu Pian's imperial brush for too long in the storm on Dadong Mountain.
This hand grasped the scabbard, like catching a firefly in floating light, or a speck of dust among thousands of snowflakes. This hand is too fast, fast enough to catch light, fast enough to catch shadows, how can it fail to catch the tangible scabbard
The calmness of the small building was broken suddenly, and the scabbard dragon hummed again, but it stopped abruptly.
Fan Xian's scabbard, which had been stored for a long time, was like a giant dragon being strangled by the throat, stopped breathing, drooped his head powerlessly, and lay dying in the palm of His Majesty the Emperor.
His Majesty the Emperor stood up slowly. His face was extremely calm. However, he had to admit that Fan Xian's state today had exceeded his judgment. Some sense of being out of space.
There was no one at the door of the small building, the emperor looked at it indifferently, the seat behind him was shattered into powder, dust and nothing, and scattered all over the floor. Fan Xian pushed out the scabbard with all his strength, which seemed to be a desperate move. There were no spectators around the small building, so no one expected, did not expect that after that moment, his body used faster The speed floated up, swept up, and flew up.
His body is like a big bird, no, lighter and faster than a bird, like a snowflake rolled up by the howling wind, at a speed that is absolutely impossible for human beings, it suddenly floats from the door of the small building Go out a distance of fifteen feet.
At this time, the sky began to snow again.
During the flying, Fan Xian almost stopped breathing, but relying on the Jue that Ku He left before he died, felt the chill around him in the flow of air, went along with the flow, and drifted away.
In the process of grazing, he had time to think, there was a distance of four feet from the emperor's seat to the small building, and the emperor wanted to receive his own sword, so he had to think, so he probably wouldn't come out too quickly.
The four great masters are already transcendent, but they are not gods after all. They have their own different weaknesses. The weakest part of Master Ku He lies in his old body, and Ye Liuyun's strongest lies in his flowing movement. If Ye Liuyun is the great master in the small building at this time, Fan Xian will never expect to be able to keep the other party. In the building.
However, at this moment in the building is His Majesty the Emperor, whose true energy cultivation is the best in the world, and has reached the top. However, if one moves with true energy, the physical body always has limitations, and moving and avoiding in a small area should have the skills of ghosts and gods, just like Ye Liuyun's face back then. It was like a rain of crossbows all over the sky, and His Majesty the Emperor might not be able to forcibly plunder the small building in such a short period of time, and what followed immediately was an attack without gaps.
His feet slid two feet on the snow, revealing two snow grooves. As soon as Fan Xian's body fell to the snow, the sword light flashed, and he lay across the front door, half squatting on his front knees, in a desperate culling posture.
At the same time when the cold sword light illuminated his delicate face, a sudden, vigorous, and fast-burning fire engulfed the entire small building in an instant, and a sea of flames appeared in the snow-falling cold palace.
There were a few muffled sounds, and countless tongues of flame shot up into the sky, enveloping the entire small building. The red, fiery light instantly warmed and turned the cold sword lying in front of Fan Xian warm and red.
Such a large fire that ignited so quickly was definitely not formed by natural combustion. I don't know what Fan Xian prepared in the small building.
However, to Fan Xian's disappointment, a breath flowed through the sea of flames, and a figure, a figure standing in front of the sea of flames, looked at his figure indifferently, stood in the snow, and threw the sea of flames into the snow. behind.
Some parts of the dragon robe on His Majesty's body were scorched, his hair was a little messed up, and his face was slightly pale. However, he still stood majesticly, looking at Fan Xian indifferently.
"When did you move the gunpowder from the three places into the palace?" The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian smiled, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and replied, "Three years ago when the capital rebelled, when I was in charge of the country, it was actually not difficult to transport as much gunpowder into the palace as I wanted."
The emperor walked into Fan Xian slowly, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "So for today, you actually prepared... for three whole years!"
Fan Xian squinted his eyes like an emperor, so as not to be affected by the bright sea of flames, pursed his lips and said, "I just think that if the portrait of my mother is placed in this building, she must be angry. If so, It would be better to set it on fire.”
Yes, if His Majesty the Emperor hadn't summoned Fan Xian in front of the small building yesterday, if His Majesty hadn't acted immediately, but had had a long talk with Fan Xian in the small building, Fan Xian couldn't find any engine and lit the gunpowder. Opportunity.
However, until the moment Fan Xian stepped on the threshold, Fan Xian had full confidence that the Emperor Lao Tzu would definitely choose the small building in this abandoned garden for the final battlefield.
Because there is a portrait of Ye Qingmei on the small building, the emperor will definitely choose in front of this woman's portrait to completely end the decades of grievances between him and her.
Fan Xian was able to confirm this because he had more control over the emperor's mind than anyone else in the world, and he knew what kind of person the emperor was. The emperor was a cold and ruthless person who pretended to be benevolent and affectionate. Fan Xian was also very hypocritical. In the words of that life, both father and son liked to put on a little bourgeois atmosphere. In this big scene, Xiaolou was undoubtedly his The best stage for the two.
The moment the fire ignited, Fan Xian's heart moved slightly. The reason why he chose the gunpowder that had been buried for three years as his weapon of death was because Chen Pingping's wheelchair in the imperial study gave him the confidence to face the world in all directions. , There is absolutely no space to dodge the attack, even the grand master, it is impossible to find a way to dodge from nothing.
Like the steel balls shot from the gun in the wheelchair, so must the fire that is raging everywhere.
It's just a pity that His Majesty the Emperor is still standing in the snow. Although his complexion was a little pale at the moment, he must have escaped from the sea of fire and exhausted his energy. What irreversible damage did he do.
"The fire is too slow." The emperor looked at Fan Xian coldly and said without a trace of emotion.
"Try the sword." Fan Xian grinned happily while holding the Great Wei Tianzi Sword.