chapter 49 of the two love if it is when the pleasure of each other

Fuji Zijing brought another letter over, in which Sinan Bo Fan Jian looked a bit worried, as if something had happened in the court that made him a bit worried, but judging from the words, this matter was not in any way related to the Princess’s side. Fan Xian frowned and thought to himself, “What could it be? When he opened the letter from Wang Qinian’s side, the contents of the two pieces of paper were compared to each other, and things became obvious.

“Economic and commercial office of government affairs, now it’s the affairs of the institution, how long will this process take?” Fan Xian looked out the window at the black snowy sky and shook his head with a bitter smile.

He knew that the task of traveling to Northern Qi would eventually fall on his head as the reception deputy envoy. On the one hand, he had been too sharp that time when he had drunkenly spilled his guts in the temple, and even if he had come to hide in Cangshan, it would not have been enough to calm the lake.

Secondly, that Chen Pingping who has never met, mother’s close comrade in arms back then, obviously wants to let himself take over the class of the Supervisory Yuan, which is also proved from teacher Fei Jie. And if one wanted to take over the class of the Supervisory Academy, this difficulty was even a bit greater than being the prime minister. One could not deter the thousands of shady and incomparable secret agents in the hospital just because of one’s family lineage, one’s some talent and fame.

The Supervisory Hospital is not a general six ministries Yamen, without the ability of the person, finally can only mix for a moment, can not control for a lifetime, and the Supervisory Hospital as His Majesty the Emperor’s most relied upon secret service organization, the most need is stability. So Chen Pingping gave this task to herself, if she could successfully save Yan Bingyun back, then she could gain Yan Ruoxin’s favor in one fell swoop. And after that Mr. Yan returned to the capital, he would definitely take the throne right away, and with Fei Jie’s and Chen Pingping’s secret arrangements, he would be able to gain the support of at least half of the heads.

The problem is that his father, Fan Jian, seems to only want to let himself take over the inner treasury peacefully and be a rich man.

Fan Xian knew that he didn’t have much say in the matter, and that it was up to His Majesty to decide what he wanted to do. Thinking of His Majesty, Fan Xian’s brows furrowed more and more, and if he really did gradually take over the Supervisory Yuan, it seemed that it would only prove one of his own horrifying suspicions.

Going on a mission to Northern Qi was an opportunity for gold-plating, but Fan Xian knew clearly that if he was just brass, no amount of plating could turn him into gold. Although at this point in time, he still didn’t know the most risky part of the Inspectorate’s plan, he could guess that this trip to the north would be very unusual.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were blustering, and at the end of the long traveling corridor, there were hidden sounds of laughter coming through, and there was also a fiery red light coming through. In this snowy night, it was incredibly warming.

Fan Xian put the two letters between the palms of his hands, without changing color, kneaded into powder, opened the window and threw it on top of the snow, powder and powder snow mix, never find out, and outside the night wind also blew in, cold on the face.

The bright candles in the house were a little brighter after a darkening.

“Quickly close the window, it’s freezing.” Wan Er, who had gone to bed early, pitifully stretched out half of her face from under the covers, her mouth and nose hiding under the quilt, her pair of talking eyes looking at Fan Xian, “Go to sleep, let them go crazy, brother is quite good, don’t you worry.”

Fan Xian smiled as he walked to the bedside and sat down, naturally stretching his hand under the blanket, gently caressing his wife’s plump breasts, while his mouth was talking about something else: “Dabao is naturally well-behaved, but it’s not like you don’t know about that good brother of ours, no matter what, he might be taking Dabao to the mountains to catch bears again tomorrow.”

Married for a long time, Lin Wan’er but still not adapted to the hand of his own husband reached over at any time, face red, eyes seem to flow out of the water in general, backhanded to catch the pair of thieves hand on their breasts, said: “again not honest.”

“Mother called me to sleep, how dare I be honest?” Fan Xian laughed, backhanded a palm, the bright candles suddenly went out, leaving only a quiet room, a couple. After a rustling sound of undressing, Fan Xian stripped down to just a single piece of clothing and wore it into the comforter, Lin Wan’er was refreshed by the coldness of his body and couldn’t help but shiver a little, saying, “Every night you’re in bed so late, and you don’t know what you’re doing sitting in front of the table?”

“Is this considered a bosom complaint?” Fan Xian teased this little wife, Wan Er this year is not yet full sixteen, in their own past life, or a little girl by the parents treasure in the heart, but now has become his wife, night and day to beg for pleasure ceaselessly, I do not know if she can’t stand it, while thinking, while the palm of his hand but can’t help but rubbing in Wan Er’s soft breasts, through the slippery silk single garment, this kind of greasy and slippery beauty of the touch, but also to let him feel The touch of this kind of greasy and smooth beauty through the slippery silk singlet, moreover, made him feel unimpeded.

Lin Wan Er gave a soft hmmm and leaned into his arms.

Fan Xian lowered his head to hold her fleshy lips, two people’s bodies slowly rubbing, the temperature of the room seems to have risen up, the two bodies are slightly hot.

Clouds scattered rain stopped fog clear, flowers blossom and merge finally sometimes.

Wind and snow still outside the window. The coverlet is as warm as spring. Sleepy and powerless Wan Er shyly lowered her head and drilled in Fan Xian’s arms, Fan Xian looked at his wife with heartache, and couldn’t help but gently touch Wan Er’s lips with his fingers, somehow thinking of that chicken leg in the Temple of Celebration in the beginning.

“You …… your hands are not clean.” Wan Er turned her head away in shame and anger.

Fan Xian laughed gently, “Where is it unclean again? Every part of our good Wan Er’s body is clean.”

Lin Wan’er was afraid that her husband would say something even more humiliating, so she hurriedly changed the topic, “Are you going to Northern Qi or not?”

Fan Xian hugged her a little tighter and asked rhetorically, “Are you willing to live with me for the rest of your life?”

“Hm?” In the darkness, she couldn’t see Wan Er’s expression, but she thought that she must have been very nervous about why her husband asked such a sentence, and in this world, she was married to her husband, so she didn’t see the reason for turning back halfway through the marriage. Angry and anxious, she said, “Why did your husband ask this.”

Fan Xian then realized that he had asked an inappropriate question, and explained with a bitter smile, “It was just a casual question.” In fact, after all, he still had some habits from his previous life, although he had worshipped heaven and earth with Wan’er and drank from the same cup, he always wanted to hear certain things from this lovely girl’s mouth.

“Casual question?” Lin Wan’er was half convinced and said softly, “Your husband is thinking about Miss Sisi, right?”

It was only at this remark that Fan Xian remembered that Si Si, who had been deliberately left by himself at the Fan Residence in Kyoto, had been told by Fuji Zijing that she was doing well in the capital, but with such a flurry of Grandma’s blindness, he himself had to resolve it.

He comforted Wan Er said: “Which have the heart to think of these, just the two of us is to be in a place to mix a lifetime of business, of course, to plan a long time. You are not unaware that your mother has always looked at me with displeasure.”

This is a fresh and interesting way to say, and a few words fall into Wan Er’s ears, let her heart a warm, very satisfied. She answered quietly, “Married to a husband, what else can I do.”

“Then it’s a knot.” In the darkness, Fan Xian smiled slightly, the lines of his lips appearing very gentle as he said softly, “The nobles in the capital are playing a very large table of mahjong, I wonder if I can play mahjong with my husband.”

Wan Er smiled and responded, “I’m not as good as you at things like black boxing; you’re not as good as me at things like playing mahjong.” This was the sentence in which Fan Xian had provoked Zhuang Mo Han to the point of spitting blood in front of the temple, and it had long since spread throughout Kyoto.

The wind and snow were rushing outside the window, and Fan Ruo Ruo, who was unable to sleep, held an umbrella and looked into the distance in the darkness, carefully keeping her distance from the edge of the stone apron, with a smile, if any, on her face. There was some emptiness in her heart, her most admired elder brother had already gotten married, where was her future? Her brother had said that she should be like Si Zhe, and find some sort of thing that was worth spending her life for, perhaps it was a relationship, perhaps it was poetry or painting, but she was really not sure what exactly she should pursue.

Snowflakes fell on the umbrella, hitting her heart.

Five Bamboo, who was covered in that unchanging black cloth for eternity, quietly came behind her, and a voice without a trace of emotion rang in Fan Ruo Ruo’s ears, “Can you keep a secret?”

Early the next morning, Fan Xian returned from practicing and was somewhat surprised to find Dabao wrapped in a fox-skin cloak, gazing contentedly at the cliffs below the manor. Worried that he might accidentally lose his footing and fall off the green ping, Fan Xian hurriedly walked over and asked softly, “Dabao, what are you looking at?”

Dabao grinned stupidly and pointed to him, “Little Xiaoyao, there’s a big white bird there.”

In the mountains in the distance, there was a hidden white mist rising up, and there were several white cranes with black necks and black tails bending their necks to feed there, suddenly tilting their heads and singing, crisp to the core yet continuous, and in the midst of the cries the white cranes danced with their wings spread out, which was very beautiful.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, thinking that in this cold winter weather, how can we still see cranes staying on Cangshan Mountain, could there be hot springs there? Cranes are free and don’t like constraints, so the crane dance in the distance looked very free and casual, and Fan Xian couldn’t help but take a deep breath, his spirit lifted.

“Dabao ah, do you like those birds?”

“No.”

Fan Xian was slightly surprised and asked with a smile, “Why? Don’t they dance well?”

Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, “The old dance is too tiring, and Dabao looks panicky.”

Fan Xian laughed and patted his great-uncle’s thick shoulders. He didn’t know why, but the three conversations he had with Dabao after entering Kyoto made him feel the most relaxed, perhaps because the other party was really like a little child, so he didn’t need to worry about anything, right?

Although the crane dance was beautiful, it was indeed too tiring.

“Dabao, how was your fun these past few days?”

Dabao’s open brow showed a trace of confusion, as if he didn’t know how to answer this question, but he still tried very hard to answer clearly, and stammered, “Quite …… quite …… well, playing mahjong …… little fat man losing his temper, quite …… fun.”

Fan Xian laughed, looking at the thick snow forest below the stone apron, the fog in the distance, the white cranes in the fog, speechless for a long time.