After the murder incident on Niulan Street, Fan Xian had been thinking about certain issues. Fujiko Jing had already gone to the countryside to recuperate. He wondered if he would be disabled. The three guards who died, their family members also received enough pensions. Even the relevant departments of the imperial court issued commendation orders. The guards were buried in the family tomb of the Fan family in the suburbs of Beijing. If Fan Xian could leave Beijing, he would naturally go to worship.
The bloody facts have taught him that survival in this world is not just about romance, and naturally it is not just about treating guests to dinner, so he needs to have his own power, such as Wang Qinian, such as Fan Sizhe, such as his own martial arts cultivation.
Now in Kyoto, he has adjusted his meditation practice time from noon to night, and every time he is half asleep and half awake, he always feels that the true energy in the snow-capped mountains behind his waist is like a pool of warm water, washing every part of his body comfortably. Indistinctly, it seems that the quantity and intensity of this true energy have increased to some extent.
Fan Xian still felt a little inconceivable that he was able to kill that eighth-rank expert while being harassed by two female assassins. He checked the true qi flow methods of Fujiko Jing and other guards, and found that no one in the world had the same practice method as himself. This realization didn't make him feel the slightest panic. Since he was able to kill an eighth-rank master with a slender dagger and sleeve crossbow, it proved that his true energy was very useful.
He is different from the martial arts practitioners in this world, he does not have the so-called unbreakable concept between grades in his mind, the bloody pool of the big man proves his idea, as long as you are ruthless and accurate, so what if you are the five great masters
It's just that the second volume of the Domineering Volume has not made any progress. Fan Xian's eyes fell on the box that was casually thrown in the corner of the room. After coming to Kyoto, he seemed to have forgotten the things his mother had left for him. It seemed that he had to look for the keys sometime.
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Si Lili, the main suspect in the assassination incident, has not been escorted back to the capital, but a decree flashed across the sky of the capital like a bolt of lightning. This decree issued from the deep palace is about Fan Xian. Against the backdrop of the recent days, the content of this decree is particularly different.
"By God, the emperor said..." He heard the eunuch in front of him keep turning his lips, but he couldn't make out what it was. Kneeling in the lobby of the Fan Mansion, Fan Xian was very afraid that the eunuch in front of him would spit on his face, and looked at the green bricks that were getting wet in front of him with a sad face.
The imperial decree was finally finished, and under Liu's suggestion, Fan Xian followed the rules, thanked him after calling Long Live, and accepted the imperial edict, and Liu's handed over a bank note without fuss, the eunuch was satisfied away.
"Where do you put this thing?" Fan Xian asked Liu while holding the imperial decree in his hand, "You can't hold it all the time, can you?"
Mrs. Liu took it with a smile: "Although the mansion often receives orders, it can't be said to be a joke. There is a special room in the mansion for storage." In recent days, there has been a subtle, superficial relationship between Fan Xian and Mrs. Liu. The harmony of the two parties was created by the current situation, but neither side knew what would happen in the future.
"To be honest, I am also a person who has studied the scriptures, but why can't I understand what the father-in-law said earlier?" Back in his bedroom, Fan Xian re-bandaged the wound on his right shoulder, looked at the At the table, he looked at his sister with a half-smile.
"Eunuch Dai is from Yutiao Prefecture in the south of the Yangtze River, and his accent has always been difficult to understand. But these years, I often come to the mansion to deliver edicts, so I can understand it better."
Fan Xian hurriedly asked, "What did the imperial decree say, and why was it awarded to me?"
Fan Ruoruo pursed her lips and smiled, instead of answering directly, she said instead: "Actually, the palace has been rewarding the family for more than ten years. Although my father's title has been suppressed and has not been promoted, my brother, I, and even the Liu family have each received rewards." .Now it seems that it is my brother's turn."
Fan Xian knew about these things, and even Fan Sizhe, that little thing, had the title of Lieutenant Enqi, but he couldn't help being a little curious when it involved himself: "I don't have the role of returning to the ancestors, even if the palace wants to reward , and no name at all."
"That's right, so His Majesty's will this time is only to say that in the last incident, you killed the enemy's spies or something, and you have made meritorious service to the country, and you are specially named as the coordinator of Taichang Temple."
"Taichang Temple Xie Lu Lang?" Fan Xian's voice was greatly surprised. Tai Chang Temple is the place where the Zong Temple is in charge of offering sacrifices. Although Xie Lu Lang's official position is only an eighth-rank official, he can enter and leave the Qing Temple at will. Ever since he met Lin Wan'er, he often wondered who the nobleman who worshiped at the Qing Temple last time was. Since he was Wan'er's father, and Wan'er grew up in the palace, it seems that the The nobleman must be someone important in the palace, maybe it is the queen mother or the eldest princess, but I visited Wan'er a few days ago and knew that she was already worried about the conflict of interests after the marriage, so I deliberately refrained from asking.
Could it be that this will... contains some meaning? Fan Xian frowned and thought, if that big man can tell His Majesty the emperor such a decree that he wants to point out the matter of celebrating the temple that day, then what is she thinking? Is it a favor? Or a demonstration
Fan Ruoruo finally couldn't help laughing when he saw him frowning, pointing at his brother and said, "Brother, if you are involved in something, you will be confused... This Taichang Temple Xielu Lang...is every county The official position that the main son-in-law must assume before he gets married."
Fan Xian suddenly realized, and smiled a little embarrassedly. It seems that the marriage is finally settled. He then thought that because of the injury, he hadn't been to the Imperial Family Hospital for many days, and Wan'er would be very worried when she found out about her assassination, and wondered if her condition had worsened—would she be worried? Fan Xian suddenly felt a little confused, that snow-like girl had such a mother and such a father.
"I asked my sister to help me go there yesterday. Has the letter been delivered?" He suppressed the slight uneasiness in his heart and asked.
Fan Ruoruo calmly replied: "Go, my sister-in-law listened to my brother and made sense of that big girl. Now she secretly eats good food every day and is in good health. After hearing that my brother was assassinated, I was a little worried, but yesterday was too hasty. , and Ye Linger is by my side, so I can't write a letter."
Fan Xian sighed and didn't say anything. Fan Ruoruo, the person who knew Fan Xian best in the world, could tell what was bothering him when he heard him sigh.
"Romeo and Juliet." Ruoruo heard his brother tell this love story when he was a child, and remembered it until now, encouraging him with a smile, "Brother, you said that people should have the courage to pursue happiness."
Fan Xian was very moved, he hugged his sister into his arms, patted her slightly thin back, and said, "Don't worry, one of those two guys died by drinking poison and the other committed suicide with a dagger, but your brother and I are Specially prepared with poison to play with daggers, it’s so different.”
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"Is the injury better?" Looking at the young man who jumped in through the window, Lin Wan'er let him lie down on the bed with distress, and complained, "What are you doing here with your body like this?"
Fan Xian said sadly, "I'm worried that you worry about me."
Lin Wan'er's heart warmed, and she understood these two worries. She poured out the residual tea in her teacup, brewed some new tea, brought it to his lips, and said softly, "I listen to you. I've been taking good care of you these days. You have to take care of your body, too.”
Fan Xian took the teacup with one hand, blew away the white mist on it, and said softly, "How can the princess serve people?"
Lin Wan'er bit her lower lip and said, "If you get mad at me again, I'll kick you out."
"Are you willing?" Fan Xian looked at her with a wicked smile.
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"I've decided that after we get married, we'll go to the other courtyard in Cangshan to spend the winter." Fan Xian leaned halfway on the bed, looked at his fiancée who was looking at him with a worried face, and said with a smile, "It's good for your illness there." , and I believe that Teacher Fei Jie should have returned to Kyoto before then."
"Don't just think about me." Lin Wan'er bit her lower lip, her white teeth looked cute on her red lips, "What if this kind of thing happens again in the future?"
Fan Xian couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he sneaked into this boudoir late at night. The guards in the other courtyard were really annoying, and they didn't find out even once, let alone that this pair of unmarried couples were already familiar with each other. Regarding this matter, Fan Xian is also quite proud. Imagine that this is a small palace outside the palace. Is there any incense thief in history who can steal as much as himself
"What else can happen? Bei Qi is not a fool. Since he has revealed his secrets this time, if he uses the same method next time, the court will not be fooled."
Lin Wan'er said sadly: "I'm afraid that some people in the imperial court will dare to attack you unscrupulously because the Northern Qi people will act as a cover for the assassination in the future."
Fan Xian already knew that his fiancée was a smart person, and she grew up in the palace. Although she was hurt by the empress dowager, she lived in an extremely complicated environment, so she knew better about official affairs than himself. Hearing what she said at this time, he lifted her soft chin with a smile, squeezed it, and said, "Don't worry, I firmly believe that I am the luckiest person in the world."
Lin Wan'er felt itching under her jaw, she was both happy and nervous about such an intimate gesture, and suddenly two touches of red appeared on her snow-white skin, she quickly pushed Fan Xian's hand away, and said a little embarrassedly: "People You can't live by luck."
Fan Xian liked to see her shy look the most, and teased, "I'm lucky enough to have you."
"Having me... is it important?" Lin Wan'er lowered her head slightly, looking over from this angle, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, obviously a little nervous.
"It's very important." Fan Xian hugged her into his arms. He was not very good at talking about love, so he was also a little nervous, trying to find the other's lips clumsily.
Lin Wan'er was hugged by him, but felt a masculine breath rushing toward her face, she couldn't help but become a little limp, leaning against his chest weakly, she turned her head and said softly, "Who is trying to kill you?"
Turning his head, he happened to avoid Fan Xian's wolf kiss. Fan Xian was very angry, and when he heard the question again, his heart became even colder. He hugged the soft body in his arms, and put his hands on her back unconsciously. Sliding: "Don't worry about it."