Chapter 47: An Autumn of Nothing

Lin Wan’er and Fan Ruo Ruo couldn’t help but be dumbstruck as they watched the scene just now, even though both women knew that Fan Xian had once beheaded an eighth ranked expert on Oxen Street back in the day, the earlier thrilling scene of rushing straight down from the cliff was still completely different from the feelings they had in their hearts about the so-called martial arts.

Accuracy, calmness, and power, these were the impacts that the previous scene had brought to them.

Even Fan Ruoruo, who had always trusted her elder brother the most and was much calmer than Lin Wan’er, couldn’t help but let out a soft cry, “Brother, how did you do that?”

Fan Xian walked up from the meadow, looking at the two little girls he couldn’t help but shake his head, both hands stroking the tops of the two girls’ heads, gently rubbing them and saying, “It’s just daily practice.” Thinking to himself, if you had ever seen the terrifying scene of the Five Bamboos descending from the cliffs outside of Tanyu City in a single bound, you would surely have disdained the small scene just now.

He then frowned and said, “Why are you guys running out this early in the morning? There are walking animals in this mountain.”

Fan Ruo Ruo glanced at Lin Wan Er and smiled faintly, “My sister-in-law often wakes up and can’t see you in person, so she dragged me out to look for you, curious as to what you look like practicing every day.”

Fan Xian looked at his wife, whose face was red from the cold, and reached out to rub the tip of her slightly cool nose. Lin Wan’er was a little uncomfortable with him making such intimate gestures in front of her sister, and avoided it with a slight shyness, her mood still immersed in the scene she had seen earlier, so her husband was actually such a powerful master.

Seemingly guessing what she was thinking, Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, saying, “Don’t think of me as too powerful, some people have said that I’m above level four and before level six.”

Lin Wan’er gave him a disbelieving look and said, “I grew up in the palace since I was young, and I’ve still seen many of those seventh and eighth ranked masters… Sangong ah, you’re much more powerful than them.”

“Is that so?” Fan Xian laughed and didn’t take it to heart, instead, he said with a bit of a headache, “Although Mr. Fei Jie’s medicine is very useful, but it’s windy in the morning in this mountain, if you run out like this, what if you catch a cold?” With these words, he tightened the fur scarf around her neck and said with concern: “I have been used to practicing kung fu every day since I was a child, and I didn’t tell you in the past that it was my problem, so don’t come out again in the future.”

Fan Ruo Ruo looked at her brother and sister-in-law’s affectionate feelings, her heart was also happy, smiling and watching, not saying a word. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian turned his head and said coldly, “Ruo Ruo, you too.”

She saw her brother angry, her heart was anxious actually eyes in the watery montage, low voice should say: “sister wrong, in the future must ……” her next half sentence was prepared to say will certainly sister-in-law take good care of, Lin Wan’er at this time is also ready to rush for her defense, is their own drag her out.

Fan Xian rubbed her frozen ears and said gently, “If your sister-in-law’s health is not good, how good can your health be? If you freeze yourself to death, how will you marry in the future?”

Until this moment, the two girls did not realize that he was angry with her for another reason. Thinking that the young man in front of them was caring to his wife and considerate to his sister, Lin Wan’er and Fan Ruo Ruo both had a happy feeling for no reason at all.

Fan Xian was actually the happiest person, and as the days in Cangshan passed by, it seemed that he had forgotten everything in Kyoto. Sinanbo would send a secret letter to him every once in a while, and Wang Qinian would also report to him through Fan Xian’s own channels about what was going on in Kyoto.

The winds and waves in Kyoto were calm, and the only big move was that Yan Xiaoyi, the palace chancellor who had once shot an arrow at himself, had been transferred to the north as the Grand Governor of the Northern Divine Strategies Army of the Hundred Days’ Journey, and although it was only a transfer at equal rank, the transfer from the Forbidden Army to the north had to be said to be a reminder from his majesty to Yan Xiaoyi.

The peace agreement between Qing and Northern Qi has officially come into effect last month, so the Huxu Northern Divine Policy Army is no longer useful, although as the Great Governor of Zhenbei, Yan Xiaoyi can’t play much of a role in the current situation, and I’m afraid that at this time his heart will also be depressed to death.

Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian’s letter, slightly frowned, the world knows that Yan Xiaoyi’s violent rise of a rely on his strong ninth grade force, on the one hand, rely on the eldest princess spared no effort to help. If the Emperor wants to clear the Princess in the deep palace, he will definitely keep Yan Xiaoyi in Kyoto, so that the Supervisory Board can monitor the situation, but also can let Yan Xiaoyi transfer to the Privy Council, and mention his rank, but changed to a civilian position, and there is no reason to transfer to the north of the army in the hands of the reason.

He gently knocked the desktop twice, shook his head, his heart understood what was going on, it seems that the emperor still does not have the inclination to start, this is just a warning to another force in the dynasty. It seemed that the capital would still be much safer, but how could a majestic ruler who had resided on the imperial throne for more than ten years tolerate the other side to sit safely and grow bigger? If the might of the emperor, the ability of the Supervisory Court, and the loyalty of the Ye family of the Kyoto Guardian Division were used, it would be a very easy matter to kill the eldest princess and that hidden opponent in one fell swoop.

This was something Fan Xian had never been able to figure out, and he didn’t know what exactly this emperor was relying on to be so bold, to be able to watch the other side with such impunity, without bothering to pre-empt the attack.

But now that he was certain that Kyoto was safe, Fan Xian’s mood lightened, but he also developed some remorse; when he started the leaflet war in Kyoto, it was a choice he had no choice but to make, because he was not as strong as his majesty, so he did not dare to wait, but quite helplessly he eased the situation.

The fact that there was an internal treasury dispute between himself and the Princess was not much of a matter, but then the two sides secretly fought several times, and it was Fan Xian who took advantage of the situation, and with the Princess’s disposition, she would certainly not let herself off the hook if she ever flipped out. If His Majesty the Emperor always played this game that seemed a bit dangerous, how should one deal with it?

Killing the Eldest Princess seemed like a very sensible path, but it involved many issues. One, could Five Bamboos guarantee that after killing the other party, no trace would be left behind? This kind of reckless challenge to the dignity of the royal family, I’m only afraid that that His Majesty wouldn’t have the slightest bit of tolerance at all. Two, the Eldest Princess was after all his wife’s mother, if she really died under his own hands, in the future, if Lin Wan’er knew about this matter, how would the couple get along? After all, the death of his second uncle had been stuck in Fan Xian’s heart like a thorn.

The most critical is the last point, Fan Xian and the five bamboo duo do not have the certainty of killing the eldest princess, the other party has returned to the fiefdom Xinyang, simply do not know how many masters there, and the gun in his own hands …… Fan Xian dared not use it, he was worried that he was associated by those nobles in Kyoto with the deaths of the two princes in the year, and thus thought of the name of Ye Qingmei.

Fan Xian glanced out the window, Cangshan early snow, this evening there has been a light snowflake drifting down from the sky, will be this mountain manor house dress up extraordinarily clean. He sighed, burned the letter between his father and Wang Qinian, then walked out, after that autumn rainy night, he had already made the decision to keep his mother’s matter buried in his heart, until one day, he could really control all the situation.

The hall in the middle of the corridor was lit with a fire cage, warm as spring, Lin Wan’er and Fan Ruo Ruo aunt and sister-in-law were pulling the three singing girls sent by the government to play horse hangings, and an extra person was next to them to help count the chips. Fan Xian smiled as he walked in, and the three girls hurriedly got up and saluted, while the little maid who was making the bed in the inner room also hurriedly came out to pay her respects to the young master.

Fan Xian waved his hand, signaling for them to continue, and then sat down in the middle of Fan Ruoruo and Lin Wan’er, and said with a smile, “If Si Zhe came, I guess you’d all be crying.”

Lin Wan’er smiled slightly and said, “I fought once in the mansion, but I didn’t lose anything.”

Fan Xian simply didn’t believe that with Fan Si Zhe’s kind of perverted and stubborn calculating ability, he would actually be unable to beat his own petite wife. Fan Ruo Ruo smiled at the side and proved, “Sister-in-law didn’t lie, Si Zhe only won sister-in-law two hangs of money that night.”

Fan Xian’s eyes lit up as he looked at Wan’er and said, “I never thought Wan’er would be so good.”

“There’s nothing to do in the palace all day long, those ladies like to play cards.” Lin Wan’er smiled narrowly and said, “As you know, when it comes to calculations, the women in the palace are better at one than the other, and naturally, the same is true in the card game, and since I’ve been living in the palace for so many years, of course I have to be good at it as well.”

Fan Xian smiled bitterly, “So that’s how it is.”

The other subordinates in the manor house were all drinking and chatting in the side yard, and Fan Xian stepped on the dots of snow particles on the verdant stone slabs and walked outside, behind him was the dim light, and the faint sound of mahjong pips falling to the ground, and the shouts of surprise from the girls. He suddenly thought that Stephen Chow seemed to have such a scene in Tong Pak Fu Point Qiu Xiang, but Xiao Tang was miserable and he was happy, that’s the difference.

Wan Er and Ruo Ruo both knew that he would go out every night, but after seeing him practicing that day, they were also very good and did not ask again, just acquiesced to this fact.

He went out to welcome the light snow, stepped on the dense path, and went straight into the depths of the bamboo forest, where he stopped at the bottom of the cliff by the plum.

This was one of the most secluded corners of the Cangshan Mountain’s waist, and Fan very casually stretched his hand out–Wuzhu’s hand reached out from the sky as if it were from the heavens and took hold of his hand, and with the interlocking force of his two hands, Fan Idle’s body swung up to that solitary peak. The view was open here, but it was not easy for others to see that there was someone here.

Cangshan Mountain under the moonlight on the snowy night was very quiet and beautiful, Fan Xian took the cold, dark metal object handed over by Wuzhu, got down on the ground, and began to aim at the rocks in the snow.