Chapter 49: A Word for the Heart

“Last night’s rain and wind were sparse, and the wine was not consumed in the thick sleep. I asked the person who rolled up the curtain, but he said that the begonias were still in the same state. Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat and thin.” Fan Xian under the tree recited softly, his voice gentle, but he didn’t know whether he was talking about people or things. This was the first time a generation of Poetry Immortal Fan Xian had recited poetry and composed words since that night in front of the temple.

This daughter called Haitang quietly looked at that slender and even somewhat thin body, gradually loosening the small hand holding the short sword.

“If you want to fight, I’ll fight.” Fan Xian turned around with a smile on his face, but he looked at Haitang with a resolute look and said, “But it’s only one day, I would like to see, even if I don’t use those alcohol-ruining tricks, can I protect Xiao En’s old life under Miss Haitang.”

Remnant wine means? Naturally, it was the Drunken Spring Means.

Haitang’s face was calm, not knowing what she was thinking about, as if she had not expected that Fan Xian would recite that lyric, yet show the backbone and courage that a man should have. As the pride of a generation, she was surprised that she would fall so heavily in Fan Xian’s hands, and even more so, she didn’t expect that Fan Xian would have the courage to face himself alone. At this moment, she was really finding it hard to understand the young official in front of her, and she couldn’t help but frown slightly.

But what she was interested in seemed to be something else, and she only heard her say softly, “Mr. Fan has heard that he no longer composes poems, so why does he have the grace to do so again today.”

“Seeing a pine think of winter, seeing a chrysanthemum think of autumn, seeing a begonia think of ……,” Fan Xian appropriately swallowed back that word spring, looked at Begonia with a smile and said softly, “Poetry is the end of the road, useless to the country and the people, this official in Qingguo has some This official has some reputation for poetry in Qing, but I am extremely impatient to say these words on Sundays. This little lyric was accidentally obtained after a shower a year ago, and today, seeing the spirit in Miss Haitang’s soft appearance, I couldn’t help but read it out for a moment, and I hope that the girl won’t blame this official for being ridiculous.”

Haitang raised her head, narrowed her eyes and looked at Fan Xian, then suddenly smiled slightly and said, “I don’t care if you are making a gesture, or if you are trying to weaken my heart and mind. I just feel that what you said earlier made sense. You are a Qing official, what kind of tactics you use is your freedom, so I don’t hold a grudge against you for this matter. As for Lord Fan earlier this poem may be a good poem, but I have never been able to understand this, naturally I don’t understand what it means, I only know that …… begonias can’t be drenched in the rain, if water accumulates in the pots, the roots will rot, let alone the green, fat, red, and thin state, I’m afraid that it will only become a pot of rotten fine coca.”

After saying this, she turned backward, but in a few moments, she disappeared into the quiet mountain forest road, leaving only a faint fragrance, a few birdsongs, and leaving the embarrassed Fan Xian at the back.

“How did Miss Flower just leave?” Fan Xian was lost in thought and sighed, “I was about to tell you a story about the little mushroom picking girl.”

Haitang walked off spontaneously, and Fan Xian naturally returned spontaneously, patting his buttocks and holding his hands behind his back as he walked back along the wet moss-covered mountain path with a flourish. But a few steps, will see the mountain road turn that end as the enemy of the seven tiger guards, and Wang Qinian is leading a group of officials of the Supervisory Yuan, crouching in the bushes, always ready to kill will go out.

Seeing the Lord Titus returned safely, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, lurking in the bushes of the Supervisory Yuan officials also stood up, but the face and body are all grass stains green, looks very funny.

“My lord, it’s just over?” Wang Qinian frowned as he followed behind Fan Xian, “This Haitang, in the intelligence, is an expert on the ninth rank, and the Beiqi side always says that she’s a Heavenly Veins person, how can she look quite ordinary …… She actually didn’t lay a hand on your lord?”

“Lay hands on?” Fan Xian heard the nasty meaning in Wang Qinian’s words and cursed, “If she had laid hands on me, I would still be able to walk back so foursquare.”

He suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at Wang Qinian with suspicion and said, “You used to be the best at scouting and tracking, so I guess you have a good ear.”

“Yes, my lord.” Wang Qinian did not know what he meant.

“Then did you hear my conversation with her just now?” Fan Xian was all smiles, but it was oppressive.

Wang Qinian didn’t dare to hide it, “I heard some of it.”

“Heard what?”

Wang Qinian said with a sad face, “I heard a marvelous speech from my lord, and I also heard something about medicine.”

Fan Xian warned him, “Absolutely do not reveal it.” If the matter of a generation’s pride, Haitang, being assassinated by himself with an aphrodisiac was publicized, he would definitely offend all the people of Beiqi, and that Haitang girl would only be so ashamed that she would cover her face with a flower basket before she dared to go out on the streets.

“Yes.” Wang Qinian was in great admiration, “Your Excellency is indeed no mortal, just a few faint words and you sent such a terrifying expert away.”

Fan Xian ignored his horse’s ass and just fell into deep thought. Today’s matter looked simple, but in fact, he had put some thought into it, the first thing was that he had been using the title of this official, first holding the identity of the official steady, letting Haitang realize that this was not just a fight in the jianghu, so that this girl would not be annoyed because she had been hit by an aphrodisiac, forgetting a lot of things she should have paid attention to.

The song Li Qingzhao’s RuMengLing was prepared by the shameless Fan Xian when he was in Kyoto. Ever since Yan Ruohai told him that there was a strange woman called Haitang in the north, Fan Xian had started to prepare for this kind of acidic and numbing tactics, and he even prepared a song of Han Gui’s “Lazy Getting Up”: “Last night it rained more than three times, and at dawn there was a coldness. Last night, it rained three times, and the morning dawned with a chill. Is the begonia flower here? Lying on his side, he rolled up the curtain to see.”

But this poem is more intimate than the one by Li Qingzhao, so he didn’t dare to use it today. Fan Xian smiled slightly, he deliberately said that he was looking at the begonias soft and weak, so he felt something, I think it should make that girl who was poisoned by the aphrodisiac very happy. Since childhood, she was the female disciple of a generation of masters, was worshipped by the foolish people as a Heavenly Pulse practitioner, and after her release from the master’s office, she had no rivals for the time being, truly a female Mengjie, but the more this kind of girl was, the more she actually wished to be a weak character in the eyes of others-a woman, even if she was a queen, she was still in fact a woman.

Fan Xian may not be the person in the world who can see through others’ minds the most, but he must be the man who understands girls’ minds the most. Because in this world where men were superior to women, there was simply no man who was willing to analyze what girls really wanted with an equal attitude and a delicate spirit.

Fan Xian was willing to do so because he loved all clean women, which was why he was able to slap the other party’s fragrant buttocks a few times even though he was traced but still made her suffer.

He took out the antidote from his bosom, which was exactly the same as the one he had given to Haitang, and swallowed it with a gulp. Wang Qinian asked curiously, “What medicine?”

Fan Xian threw one to him, “Six Turns of Chen Pi Pill, clears fire and removes heat, always keep it on hand.”

The aphrodisiac that Fan Xian dispensed where there would be an antidote, just soak it in cold water and it would be fine after a day. Haitang in the aphrodisiac is true, but the reason why half a day did not force out, the key is the North Sea Lake reeds, those reeds every year in the spring, the kind of cylindrical leaf sheaths will grow a kind of leaf tongue hairs, this kind of white hairs fall into the water, and Fan Xian with the kind of medicine inside and outside the mutual sensation, and will make the woman’s body numb and itchy, thinking that their residual poison is difficult to clear.

Because of this, Haitang accepted Fan Xian’s agreement to exchange the antidote for peace in silence.

When Fan Xian thought about this section, he couldn’t help but shake his head and sighed, he was really a very lucky man, but he just didn’t know when this kind of good luck would come to an end.

On that day, the delegation was stationed in the valley by the lake, and Sean, who had broken his leg, guarded the carriage in a somewhat spiritless manner, knowing that he would be greeted with the fate of being imprisoned by the royal family of Beiqi. Those people from the War Family, who had always been extremely fanatical, would definitely not make things easy for themselves in order to find the whereabouts of the temple. And Bitter Lotus, in order to prevent this matter from happening, should use his power to kill himself, right? As for the tiger …… this old man is suddenly a little tired of hooking up, thinking that if the morning will die in the hands of Fan Xian, perhaps it is really a good end.

The ambassadors who crossed the border have not yet returned, and are probably at the wine table of the Beiqi officials at this time, indeed, those corpses outside the town of Mudu River have already been collected properly by the Qing side. These are the biggest evidence that the Northern Qi army has trespassed the border and attempted to rob the prisoners.

In today’s world, Qing is the main attacker and all the countries are the main defenders, so Fan Xian and his delegation could not afford to be so furious and take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. I don’t know how long it took, but the reception officials from the Northern Qi side finally calmed down the anger of the Qing envoys.

The secret agreement and the explicit agreement finally began to enter the next stage.

The envoy’s carriage dragged into a long line, slowly circling around the Beihai Lake and turning into another valley. Fan Xian sat on the carriage, looking at the vast and boundless big lake, looking at the fog gradually rising up from the lake, his face expressionless, but his mood was a bit complicated.

The carriage pressed against the meadow, leaving deep ruts and turning over fresh soil, and the four-wheeled carriage ran extremely well so that it didn’t get stuck in the wet grass.

Before entering the town, Fan Xian boarded Si Li Li’s carriage for the last time. The two of them quietly looked at each other, and only after a while did Fan Xian softly say, “After entering Northern Qi, it will be inconvenient for me to visit you more often.”

Si Li Li nodded slightly, her face also appearing much calmer as she softly said, “It’s been hard work for you all the way, my lord.”

Fan Xian looked at the woman’s soft and charming face, the curves of her bouncy body, and slightly sidled his head as if he was ready to say something, but in the end, he remained helpless and shut up without saying anything, leaving the carriage.

The meadow outside the town of Misty River still had traces of yesterday’s bloody battle, and in the deepest patch of grass under the mound, there were even broken limbs and mutilated weapons that had been left out.

Fan Xian crouched on the window of the car, looking at the traces in the grass, thinking of the horrific killing power of the Black Riders yesterday, secretly alarmed. Those Beiqi corpses had all been transported back to their country, as for what they would have to compensate and pay later, it was not something Fan Xian needed to think about right now.

The caravan into the town, did not make the slightest stop, in the town of those numb people watching, slowly pressed the green stone road, all the way to the east-northeast direction to continue forward. The curtain was still open, this is Fan Xian’s personal habit, he likes to sit on the carriage, looking at the people and scenery along the way, not willing to be a black cloth to cover their eyes.