The officials in the house were gathering together to read the mansion newspaper, which clearly stated everything that happened in the north, no matter in terms of timeliness or richness of information, it was much more attractive than the newspapers issued by the palace. What's more, what's recorded above is the news of Qing's victory. Fan Xian took out the crumpled newspaper from his arms with a wry smile, apologized to Mr. Pan Ling, the great calligrapher of Wenshu Pavilion, and sat back at his desk to drink tea.
Others were happily talking about the war, but no one noticed his silence. Instead, Master Shaoqing looked at him and smiled slightly, beckoning him to come out. Fan Xian walked out the door with some anxiety, and came to a secluded place. This is already deep in the courtyard, and there is a stone table and two stone chairs. Master Shaoqing signaled him to sit down, then asked with a smile: "Everyone is happy, but you are sitting alone silently, I don't know why?"
This Lord Shaoqing, surnamed Ren Shaoan, was also a romantic figure back then, and later married a princess, and has been steadily climbing up the ranks in Taichang Temple. It was somewhat similar to the situation Fan Xian was facing today. Fan Xian wasn't sure if Lord Ren was upset about something, so he came to make him feel sorry for him, so he couldn't answer, so he smiled lightly and said, "It's only natural for the court to win this battle, so I'm not very surprised."
"Why is it a natural thing?" Ren Shaoqing asked curiously.
Fan Xian really didn't have any unique insights into military and state affairs, so he could only shirk and say: "Your Majesty is wise, the soldiers will use their lives, and Bei Qi has a guilty conscience, so naturally he will win in one battle."
Ren Shaoqing looked at him with a smile and said: "I just remembered that this time the two countries will fight again, but it has something to do with Master Fan's assassination."
Fan Xian was stunned, and then he remembered that one of the excuses for the Qing Kingdom to send troops to fight against Qi and aid Zhao was that Northern Qi assassins sneaked into the capital of Qing Kingdom, intending to murder the minister's son. Thinking of those dead bones by the riverside above the northern border, and the women who were waiting in the boudoirs of various states and counties, Fan Xian felt a little frustrated for some reason, and sighed, "Soldiers are weapons of murder, and saints use them as a last resort." He knew the Qing Kingdom Although it has been in peace for more than ten years, the martial spirit in his bones has not faded, so he usually pays attention to concealing things, but in front of Ren Shaoqing, he thought it was just a small talk, so he said something casually.
Ren Shaoqing seemed to appreciate his words and nodded, "Although this is the case, the acquisition of land is quite a lot this time, and the Qing Kingdom will have several years of peace, so it is worth it."
Fan Xian was not a sour pacifist, he admitted this fact with a smile. Ren Shaoqing said again: "Although the military exploits belong to His Majesty, the generals and soldiers have secretly planned for this matter for two months, which can be regarded as exhausting efforts."
Fan Xian immediately got a different taste from this sentence, knowing that Master Shaoqing was saying that the civil service system in the court also contributed a lot to the war. After all, Fan Xian had two lifetimes of experience, and he knew that fighting a war is ultimately about logistics, so he said sincerely, "Your lords in the court also owe a lot to you."
Ren Shaoqing smiled with satisfaction, and continued: "The Prime Minister and you are about to become Weng's son-in-law. If you have free time, it would be more appropriate to visit the mansion more often."
"Naturally, thank you, Master Shaoqing, for reminding me." A stream of cold sweat rolled down Fan Xian's back. He was about to marry Wan'er, but he hadn't visited his future father-in-law. Why did Ren Shaoqing talk to himself in private about the aboveboard communication between the Lin family and the Fan family.
Sure enough, Ren Shaoqing said softly: "The teacher wants you to sit in the Prime Minister's mansion alone, and I don't want to disturb too many people."
Fan Xian took the order in fear.
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On the second day, the court was full of flattery, the military received a lot of rewards, and the Overwatch Council also received explicit awards for their intelligence. However, to everyone's surprise, Si Nan Bo Fan Jian, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, came forward to say that the victory this time was all thanks to the prime minister's hard work, putting the country first before family affairs, sorting out the logistics, and having enough food and grass. The ministers were noisy, and they didn't understand why the original political opponents were so harmonious today, but when they thought about the marriage of the two families, they suddenly realized.
What was even more unexpected was that at the back, Guo Youzhi, Minister of Rites who had always belonged to the prime minister's school, objected. The most unexpected thing is... Chen Pingping went to court, and when His Majesty asked, he sat in a wheelchair and whispered four words: "The Prime Minister has worked hard."
At this point, the political enemies who had been attacking the prime minister because of Wu Bo'an's collusion with Northern Qi all of a sudden quieted down, and His Majesty the Emperor ordered comfort, and Lin Ruofu regained his footing. And rumors spread throughout the ruling and opposition parties that the prime minister had already turned to the second prince because of his marriage with the Fan family. The second prince, who had no support in the court, suddenly became a hot figure.
No one knows that behind all these major events, it is actually just a chat between the depressed Taichang Temple Ren Shaoqing and Taichang Temple Bapin Xilulang under the courtyard wall.
Fan Xian felt a little more secure in his heart after selling himself to his father-in-law once. Although he was still very afraid that the prime minister would find out that the second son of Lin was killed by himself, it was not like in the past two months. Always hide like that.
There is no need to go to the ministry of Taichang Temple every day, only to go to order a job every ten days. This afternoon Fan Xian came to the imperial courtyard in a carriage.
Now his marriage to the girl in the other courtyard is known all over the capital, and the Fan family is generous, so the guards are starting to turn a blind eye. Fan Xian and his sister walked in together, not in the mood to look at the wild flowers and weeds in the garden, but just walked along the gravel path to the small building. Fan Ruoruo was a little surprised: "My brother is quite familiar with the road here."
Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "I have a good memory, and it's not like you don't know about it." But he secretly laughed in his heart. He would walk in and out of this garden two or three nights out of ten days. difficult things.
It's a pity that according to the rules, he, the future prince's son-in-law, still couldn't see Lin Wan'er in the other courtyard, so he had to sit downstairs and drink tea, Ruoruo went up by himself. He is not in a hurry, anyway, the fiancée who can see every night is not in a hurry. After a while, two people came down. Fan Xian's eyes lit up when he saw the girl behind Ruoruo. The girl's eyes were clear and her eyebrows were a little thick, but she didn't look rude, but rather energetic. She was Ye Ling'er, the only daughter of Ye Zhong, the garrison of the capital.
Ye Linger was a little surprised to see a strange man waiting downstairs. Fan Xian stood up to greet him with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Miss Ye, long time no see."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fan Xian knew that something was wrong. When he saw Ye Linger that day, he had put on makeup and assumed the identity of a doctor. Today, she showed her identity and came to another courtyard to visit, saying that she hadn't seen her for a long time, I'm afraid Ye Ling'er would become suspicious.
To his surprise, Ye Linger just glanced at him indifferently, bowed down and said, "I've seen Mr. Fan."
Seeing that she knew his identity and wasn't surprised by what he said earlier, Fan Xian knew that Wan'er must have told this best friend about their relationship, and said with a smile, "Thanks to Wan'er for being accompanied by a girl." , on the sick bed, so that you won't be bored, Fan Xian thank you here."
Ye Ling'er said coldly, "Young Master Fan, you are being polite."
Fan Xian saw that the woman didn't seem to like him very much, nor was she very annoyed. He didn't think that with his pretty face, all the women in the world could have a natural affection for him, so he just smiled slightly, and then After saluting, he turned to Ruoruo and said, "How's the matter?"
Fan Ruoruo smiled and said, "That's all you need to worry about, sister Lin said..."
Fan Xian waved his hand suddenly, and said with a smile, "Let's go home and talk about some things at home."
Ye Linger was furious when she heard these words, thinking that Fan Xian is indeed a narrow-minded person! The meaning of these words is too obvious, but it means that the matter of Fan Lin's family does not need to be mixed with Ye, who is surnamed himself? She said angrily: "Mr. Fan, don't be too bullying with what you say or do."
Fan Xian was stunned, wondering where did this come from, how could this Miss Ye have such a temper, and felt a little inexplicably irritable, so he didn't bother to talk to her, took his sister's hand and walked out of the house.
Walking outside the other courtyard, Ye Linger also left the mansion with the servants, saw Fan Xian holding Fan Ruoruo's hand, and sneered.
Fan Xian didn't understand. He still held Ruoruo Weiliang's little hand and waited for the carriage to come. Fan Xian didn't pay much attention to these things. Looking at his younger sister's expression, Fan Xian finally came to his senses, thinking why that woman was always pestering him, and the distance between him and Ruoruo was naturally bright and clear, so he was very angry, turned his head and asked Ye Linger, frowning. : "Miss Ye, do you have no adults to discipline you at home, so you go shopping in Kyoto and Dingzhou every day?"
Ye Linger never expected that her unintentional sneer would provoke such vicious verbal attacks from the other party, and she cursed angrily, "Who do you say is uneducated?"
"Who said that?" Fan Xian smiled softly, "It seems like no one here has said that."
Seeing him playing a rascal, Ye Linger became even more furious and shouted: "Then you are wandering around the capital every day, and you are about to get married. Changsi, don't tell me you don't have adults to discipline you at home?"
Fan Xian's temperament was gentle with a few traces of fierceness, but more of it was weak and wicked. Knowing that he was not angry, the other party would be even more angry, so he said more gently: "I came to visit my fiancée. Yu Li makes sense. Miss Ye is on good terms with my Wan'er and visits me often, I have already thanked you, but I hope you can pay attention to your words and stop trying to provoke the relationship between our own family."
Ye Linger's lips twitched angrily, and when she heard the other party play this trick again, she said bitterly: "With your playful appearance, I don't know why Wan'er has a crush on you."
Fan Xian sighed, and said, "Where am I a playboy?"
Ye Ling'er said bitterly: "If you can't write, you can't do martial arts. Did the talk of dudes lose you?"
Fan Xian smiled a little ashamedly, and said: "I really hate boasting, but the general biography of Beijing Central Committee has both military and martial arts below, Wen can make poetry in seven steps, and martial arts can kill people in seven steps. The praise of the words makes me feel a little bit flattered. I am really grateful to be awakened by the girl's words."
Seeing his attitude, Ye Linger only thought of the other party's talent and name, stomped her feet angrily, didn't know what to say, suddenly bit her extremely rosy thin lips, put her hand on the knife at her waist, and after a few times of thinking, Finally, he took out the knife and threw it on the ground in front of Fan Xian, making a crisp sound.