Chapter 178 – The Winter of Our Discontent

The forest flowers have lost their spring red, summer dreams, autumn winds, too much haste, another winter in the country of Qing. The temperature seems to have dropped within a day, the Cangshan Mountain in the west of the capital began to drift snow, the mountain is gradually white, within Kyoto there were two small cold rains, adding to the chill. Walkers on the streets were chilling in thick cotton robes, rubbing their hands together and walking in a hurry.

The horse-drawn carriages traveling to and from Tianhe Avenue, on the other hand, were cutting against the ground, making tiresome monotonous sounds. The horses all puffed white air impatiently and twisted their heads as if they wanted this winter to end quickly. In a black carriage, Fan Xian turned up his fur collar, puffed hot air into his hands, tightened the fur cloak on his body, and grunted twice thinking that this winter had come a little too quickly.

He had just come out of the King Jing’s residence. Prince Jing is sick, extremely sick. Now that Hongcheng was not in the capital, and Roujia was young, Fan Xian had to play the role of half-son, serving medicine every day, talking with him, and relieving the king’s boredom. With his status today, but also do this kind of thing is really a little inappropriate, but Fan Xian knows the relationship between the Jing Wang family and his own family, and the heart has always been on Hongcheng have a few apologies, so extra attentive.

In his heart, he knew exactly why the seemingly pale, but actually extremely healthy Prince Jing had suddenly contracted windchill-it had nothing to do with winter, but only with the severe cold in the royal family. The empress dowager had died, the eldest princess had died, and half of Prince Jing’s loved ones had died in this turn of events, cruel facts that had finally knocked this flower farmer prince down.

Coming out of King Jing’s residence, Fan Xian didn’t go directly back to his residence, nor did he enter the palace, but instead went to the Moon Embracing House. Today was the day when Shi Yanli and Sang Wen returned to the capital to report on their duties, and he had to know from the mouths of these two beloved ones the most secretive ones in the world today.

However, after staying in the building for a few moments and reading over the news that the Moon Embracing Building had found out from the tentacles that reached out to the world, Fan Xian’s brow furrowed as he looked at Sang Wen’s gentle face, and sighed as he looked at the scraps of beard that had sprouted from Shi Yanli’s lips.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about this information, and it was not even close to the information from the Supervisory Court.

At this point in time, more than three months have passed since the matter of Dadong Mountain, and the entire world has entered winter. As early as two months ago, news of Grandmaster Bitter Lotus’s death had been rumored in Northern Qi. The departure of a great master had certainly shocked the people of the world, but it didn’t cause Fan Xian too much consternation, as it had been something that His Majesty the Emperor had counted as dead. Fan Xian was only wary of what the Northern Qi side would do in response to Bitter Lotus’ death.

However, in the past two months, the Northern Qi side had been very quiet, and apart from Uesugi Tiger, who had been fending off Qing’s tentative attacks in the south, there hadn’t been any major movements. Fan Xian smiled down at the thought, if Xia Mingji’s stronghold in Shangjing being copied didn’t count.

The Emperor of Northern Qi had finally made his move against Fan Si Zhe, and it was rumored that Fan Lao Er was now living in fear in the Upper Capital. But Fan Xian wasn’t the slightest bit worried, because from his sister’s letter, he could tell at a glance exactly what that young emperor was trying to do and show to himself.

What made Fan Xian uneasy was that Haitang Duo Duo, the woman who was close to him, the successor to the Dao of the Heavenly Dao …… had suddenly lost track of her. No one knew where she had gone, not even the insiders of the Heavenly Dao.

He didn’t know that a famous doctor called Feng Chun had entered Kyoto at this time, and had begun to emerge and gained the attention of the Imperial Hospital. Although he was still unable to enter the palace to serve as a deacon because of his status as a Northern Qi man, he had been sent to the homes of various ministers to demonstrate his holy grace.

Prince Jing’s illness was treated by Fan Xian himself, so that Mr. Fengchun had not met with Fan Xian. No matter how intelligent Fan Xian was, he could not have guessed that in the near future, Mr. Fengchun would go to the Chen Garden and carefully, at all costs, safeguard the life of Dean Chen.

The few moves laid down by Bitter Lotus before his death were loose pieces that did not serve any purpose in and of themselves, but merely ensured that the situation within Nanqing would continue step by step in accordance with a certain trend.

Fan Xian was only worried about Haitang, he didn’t know what Bitter Lotus had explained to Haitang, when he would see her, and in what capacity he would see her.

There was another thing that alarmed the entire Qing court. Bitter lotus has died, the north qi did not secret mourning, but made a big fanfare ceremony, all the way to the counties to go to cry officials and people to hundreds of thousands of people. Beiqi court does not seem to be because of the death of bitter lotus, and into some kind of panic mood.

And the one …… in Dongyi City who should have died at this time in Emperor Qing s calculations, the Four Gu Sword, is still hard and not dead. This sword saint’s body is really as strong as a little strong, although his breath is dying and his life is hanging by a thread, but he is dead and holding this thread firmly, refusing to let go.

Dying four Gu sword hidden in the sword hut, although this sword saint has become an invalid, but his reputation here, the whole Dongyi City then seems to have a backbone. However …… Dongyi City also began to internal problems, four Gu sword after the death of the city master’s residence and the sword hut between the strife, may also be about to surface.

For Emperor Qing, the life and death of the Four Gu Swords was no longer a problem, but the belonging of Dongyi City after his death was the big problem.

Fan Xian lowered his head and thought, Dongyi city and North Qi South Qing two big countries are not the same, hanging alone by the sea, surrounded by vassal states, if the four Gu sword once died, a beast will immediately turn into a fresh and tender meat to be cut. No matter if it was the young emperor of Beiqi or his own emperor’s old man, he would not let go of this piece of fresh meat, he just didn’t know that when the time came, his majesty would send whoever to grab the food.

He raised his head, glanced at Shi Yanli and Sang Wen, and spoke briefly with Shi Yanli about the situation in Jiangnan’s inner treasury. Although Su Wenmao kept sending over secret reports, Fan Xian still trusted Shi Yanli’s intuitive impression more.

The production of the inner treasury was still highly efficient, and the several old shopkeepers of the Seven Leaves had gradually raised the level of the three workshops to that of the old Ye family under Fan Xian’s strong cooperation. Fan Xian’s heart is a little more at ease, he has two knives in hand, one is the Supervisory Yuan, the other is the inner treasury, whether it is from His Majesty’s trust, or for his own power, must be grasped firmly, do well.

Fan’s four sons, only Shi Hanyanli had stayed by Fan Xian’s side, while the likes of Hou Jichang, Yang Wanli, and Cheng Jialin were now all running upward in their respective positions. With Fan Xian’s escort and monetary support, coupled with their respective abilities, it was thought that it wouldn’t be long before they became key figures in the Qing dynasty.

“There are many shortages in the court right now, and His Majesty has selected many young men. At this time, age seniority is no longer very important.” Fan Xian looked at Shi Yanli and smiled gently, “Later, you should write a letter to the three of them and tell them to get ready, and at the beginning of spring, it’s expected that the court will summon them to the capital to report for duty.”

In his arrangement, Yang Wanli should be into the Ministry of Industry to do things, Hou Jichang because of dealing with the matter of Jiaozhou, the position is particularly stable, deeply appreciated by his majesty, should be straight up two levels, as Jiaozhou governor, and Cheng Jialin this kid, all the way to the smooth sailing, estimates to know the suzhou province, is the most scenic one.

Shi Yanli slightly open mouth, did not expect that the four poor students, just after a few years, they have such a creation, they really can not catch up.

Fan Xian knew what was on his mind and said with a smile, “What’s wrong?”

“Their seniority is too shallow to convince the public. The key is that the dynasty and the countryside all know that the three of them are students of Mr. …… I’m only afraid that it will lead to criticism.” Shi Yanli said seriously.

Fan Xian’s eyes lifted slightly and said mockingly, “With hundreds of dead officials, there are always people to fill in the blanks. Where did so many alternate officials with seniority come from? And don’t say seniority shallow words, He Zongwei was on par with Hou Jichang back then, and entered the dynasty after Jichang, and now he is already qualified to enter the Imperial Study Hall to listen to deliberations……. Is his seniority deep enough?”

He Zongwei, this is a name that Fan Xian remembers particularly well. Back then, he had met this young scholar who looked somewhat loyal in the restaurant at the One Stone Residence. And it was this scholar who had straightened out many things in Kyoto later on, such as his own father-in-law being forced to resign tragically.

This person was originally with the Ministry of Rites Secretary Guo Youzhi son of Guo Baokun friendship, is the authentic Prince faction, but later somehow into the Metropolitan Police Department as a royal historian, began to advise for the second prince, but later fell back to the Prince. This poured twice, finally be seen clearly, the original he …… is the eldest princess faction, just with the meaning of the eldest princess, both sides down.

However …… when the rebellion in Kyoto, it is this left imperial inspectorate, leading a cadre of imperial officials to play naked, betting on a Prince Li Chengqian could not bear to kill, hard to drag the rebels into the capital for a night, thus giving Fan Xian raid the palace, manipulate the central government, and reversing the momentum of the opportunity in one fell swoop.

Until this point, people really see clearly, the original He Zongwei is not anyone’s person, he is only His Majesty’s person, has always been.

His Majesty returned to the capital, He Zongwei this great reward, like a rocket to climb up climb up, now although only part-time the original position of the Censor Yuan, but has the right to discuss in the door under the Chinese book. The discerning person is clear, the He Royal Secretary may be in the future to replace the already old Shu University class, the future is like a flower like brocade, immeasurable.

In the turmoil in Kyoto, He Zongwei helped Fan Xian a great favor, and even though he is now in a high position, but every time he meets Fan Xian in the court or outside, he is still very respectful, without a hint of criticism, and appears to be very humble.

However, Fan Xian hated this person. Perhaps it was because he had seen this man’s burning desire for power a long time ago, perhaps it was because he hated this kind of character who betrayed others to climb up the ladder, or perhaps it was because he had once punched He Zongwei, and he knew that a man like He Zongwei would definitely hold a grudge.

Naturally, Fan Xian would not be afraid of He Zongwei, but he just had to be on guard, because this person was now greatly appreciated by His Majesty. A villain is always scarier than a gentleman.

Nowadays, He Zongwei’s private discussion in the official circle was very unpleasant, and he was given the nickname of “Three Surnames Family Slave”, which everyone thought was extremely apt – but not many people knew that this nickname was passed down from the study of Fan’s residence.

Sometimes Fan Xian asked himself, He Zongwei behavior, not more shameless than what he did, and he is so disgusted with him, why?

In fact, it was very simple. Fan Xian had once seen He Zongwei give Ruo Ruo that fiery greedy gaze, and just for that gaze, he remembered him for the rest of his life, wanted to suppress him for the rest of his life, and wanted to make sure that he would never be able to turn over a new leaf.

“I didn’t realize that now your sister is singing in the Chen Garden.” Fan Xian glanced at Sang Wen and smiled. He liked Sang Wen as a woman, gentle and silent and relatable. It wasn’t that he had any thoughts about her in terms of men and women, it was just that he felt that when he was with this woman, he would be at peace for no reason.

Just like with Dabao.

As for what he said about Sang Wen’s sister, it was the woman who sang the opera that he saw when he went to Chen Garden to meet Chen Pingping. Chen Pingping liked Sang Wen’s voice very much, but now Sang Wen had to take care of the Moon Tower and expand Fan Xian’s grand plan to the whole world, so there was no way to stay in Kyoto for a long time, so Chen Pingping, who loved to enjoy life very much, had to settle for the second best, and received Sang Wen’s younger sister from Yanjing to Kyoto.

Sang Wen smiled extremely gently and said, “It’s good that Dean likes it.”

Fan Xian sighed, but thought of something else. Because of his own appearance, he had already changed the lives of countless people, and countless people had converged on him because of him, even Sang Wen’s sister. When one thought of these people, how could one bear to leave quietly?

Yet there were people who could not bear to leave. Fan Xian stood in that small courtyard, his face unusually ugly, and the disappointment in his eyes could not be hidden. The well in the courtyard was still there, the stone table was still there, the cotton curtains were still there, the green shelves were still there, but the people were all gone.

This is the small courtyard of Wang Qinian’s family. The small courtyard was deep in the folk of the western city and was unobtrusive. Fan Xian had once eaten many meals in this courtyard, teased the old Wang Tou s delicate and shy maid, and played with the gourds on the shelves …… However, all of this is impossible to come back. Wang Qinian’s family had already moved away without a word, even concealing it from the secret agents of the Supervisory Yuan that Fan Xian had been spreading out here to protect the safety of the Wang family, big and small.

Wang Qinian had the ability to do this, and Fan Xian never doubted this. From Chen Pingping’s mouth, he learned the good news that Wang Qinian was alive, and at the same time learned the news of Wang Qinian’s departure. He knew why Chen Pingping wanted to send Wang Qinian away, because Wang Qinian had escaped from the Dadong Mountain, and whether it was in terms of the Qing Laws or the regulations of the institution, he had only one way to die.

Fan Xian naturally would not let him die, and this was a thorn between him and His Majesty, and Chen Pingping knew that Wang Qinian knew too many of Fan Xian’s secrets, so for the sake of Fan Xian’s safety, he had to let Wang Qinian go.

Somehow, the departure of such a subordinate made Fan Xian so sad. He was holding a letter in his hand, which Wang Qinian had forwarded to him through Chen Pingping. The letter said very little, to the effect that he had abandoned his majesty to go down the mountain privately, which was a capital offense, however, Fan Xian had put his mind at ease, and hadn’t made the big mistake he had feared so much.

Fan Xian’s heart was perplexed, knowing that Wang Qinian had risked coming down the mountain to look for himself at that time because he was afraid that he would think that the emperor was dead and flip his hand and go down the path of fighting for imperial power. His hand slightly exerted force, kneading the ball of paper into a ball, his face ugly to the extreme. There is no longer anyone to accompany him to tell jokes, Su Wenmao s standard is much worse than the old king ……

He lowered his head and looked at Old Wang’s small courtyard, and somehow thought of that scene many years ago.

At that time, he was still a young boy who was new to Kyoto, did not know any rules, froze and went to the Qing Temple, met his wife, foolishly went to the square building of the Supervisory Yuan, and saw a dead face, miserable white teeth, and old skin on both cheeks.

That was Wang Qinian.

At that time, Wang Qinian was an official who had already had his spirit sapped by paperwork, and spent his days just waiting for the day of retirement in the Supervisory Yuan. However, he was the first person Fan Xian met, and from then on, his life changed, returning to the tension and fun of his original career as a river pirate.

Fan Xian’s encounter with Wang Qinian was a kind of fate, and it was this coincidence that made Fan Xian trust him immensely and Wang Qinian loyal to him. He changed Wang Qinian’s life, and all of his secrets Wang Qinian knew, even the chest, the key, the mind.

Wang Qinian is not only his subordinate, but also his close friend, the object of his conversation. This kind of role, not anyone can replace.

And it was such a role that Fan Xian was forced to choose to go into hiding for the sake of his own safety and future. Fan Xian’s face turned a little white, thinking to himself that you all should leave, just leave yourself alone in this place where no human being stays.

After a moment, however, he figured it out and saluted the small courtyard. His own secret was too horrible, perhaps making Wang Qinian’s life all these years extremely difficult and stressful, perhaps the other party preferred the muddled days of the past, preferring a life without stress.

I hope that the future of Wang Qinian’s family will be safe.

Fan Xian sighed, walked out of the courtyard, looked back at Mu Feng’er who was silent beside him, frowned and said: ”What are you doing with a crying face? Your daughter-in-law has given birth to a second child, do you still care about the old Wang family’s daughter?”

After Wang Qinian left, Fan Xian was bound to have a personal attendant by his side. The most suitable candidate Deng Ziyue is far away in the Northern Qi Shangjing, difficult to carry out the task, Su Wenmao in the library and can not be moved, there is no other way, Fan Xian had to Mu Tie’s nephew promoted up.

Followed a month, the boy’s loyalty is no problem, but just not as interesting as Wang Qinian …… and more uncomfortable and inconvenient, only to let Fan Xian figured out that Lord Wang Qinian is far more than just a cudgel, his ability is actually hidden under the smile, just usually do not find out how much themselves.

When he thought about this, his mind was even lighter, so light that it was as tasteless as water.

Late two months of the reward finally came down, in addition to a group of civil ministers early in the beginning of the rebellion, they filled the vacant post outside, really in the counter-insurgency in the great achievements of the various people, finally ushered in the Palace of the decree.

Ye Chong increased rank, thick reward, into the capital to serve as the Privy Council. However, the position of the commander of the Kyoto garrison division was given to Xiao Jinhua, is the last will be the Prince all the way to the rebels blocked in the city of Donghuamen commander.

And the 13 city division commander Zhang Deqing, was captured and then lynched to death, three clans executed, this is the entire rebellion, one of the heaviest punishment. Fan Xian did not fight the emperor on this issue, although he knew that Zhang Deqing’s cousins had nothing to do with it, he was more aware of His Majesty’s anger over Zhang Deqing.

His Majesty trusted Zhang Deqing, and Zhang Deqing had rebelled; not killing more people would not vent His Majesty’s gloomy emotions.

The eldest prince is still in charge of the forbidden army, a should be rewarded did not fall, just has been sealed and Prince, sealed no more. And the palace canon was transferred back to the palace, began to take over the affairs of the guards, as for the future and then how to arrange, the emperor has a number in mind, Fan Xian can also guess a little.

And about Fan Xian’s reward there are some small problems. According to the news from the palace, his majesty was ready to crown Fan Xian as the county king at first, however, he was blocked by Hu Shu’s two university scholars who were terrified.

Such a thing had never happened before, so it was no wonder that the ministers were frightened by His Majesty’s initial decree. Although it was well known that Fan Xian was His Majesty’s illegitimate son, his surname was Fan after all, so if he suddenly became a king, wouldn’t the Kingdom of Qing be laughed to death by the world.

Fan Xian was also shocked, to become a king, or a Tanya King, what kind of thing was this? Fortunately, the decree was blocked. In his heart, he was immensely grateful to the two hard-headed bachelors of Hu Shu.

The first class Tanyu Gong, for non-royal children has already reached the head. As for the reward of land and gold, Fan Xian did not care much, he is now one of the richest people under the sky. Perhaps the emperor was also aware that other rewards were unlikely to satisfy Fan Xian, which was why the ridiculous proposal to make him a king was made in the first place.

He was not able to seal him as king, but unexpectedly the palace finally decreed that Fan Xiaohua, Fan Xian’s daughter, would be given the name Fan Shuning and be named a county princess.

Ridiculous, there are countless ridiculous things in the world, there is nothing more ridiculous than this. A minister’s daughter was actually named a county lord, and this daughter was not even born of the real family, but had to use Lin Wan Er’s title to count down.

This is ridiculous! No one could have imagined that His Majesty had such a stubborn and nonsensical side. Of course, the most ridiculous thing in Fan Xian’s opinion was the name the emperor gave the girl – Shuning! You think you’re playing Qing Dynasty?

But no matter how absurd this decree was, a trace of warmth still grew in Fan Xian’s heart, sensing the emperor’s old man’s thoughts. On the second day, he went to the palace to advance to thank the grace, and by the way, he asked if the name …… of this Shuning could be changed.

Did not wait for him to open his mouth, but His Majesty the Emperor smiled and said, “Jiaozhou Xu Maocai, I removed his post, let him return to the old, this time has returned to Quanzhou.”

Hearing this, Fan Xian’s heart was shaken, his mouth was dry, so shocked that he couldn’t say a word, not to mention that he didn’t dare to say anything else, kowtowed and thanked for his kindness, and returned to the mansion in silence.

In his study, he pondered for a long time, calculating what his majesty wanted to do and what he knew. He knew exactly where Xu Maocai had revealed himself, from Dongshan to Tanshou, Xu Maocai helped himself against the Jiaozhou navy, disembarked and folded the arrows, obviously his own people, however, when the Jiaozhou navy in the sea before trapping Dongshan, Xu Maocai did not notify the court of any news.

Although His Majesty counted all this in his heart, he cared for the heart of any of his subjects. Xu Maocai was obviously loyal to Fan Xian, not to the court, and afterward, the emperor only needed to check Xu Maocai’s resume over the years, and he would be reminded of the mighty Quanzhou naval division of that year.

At any other time, Xu Maocai would have had a hard time escaping death. However, it was fortunate that Fan Xian had always demonstrated his loyalty to the emperor throughout these years, including this matter of Dadong Mountain, and had finally gained the emperor’s absolute trust after going through countless trials and tribulations. This time, he didn’t kill Xu Maocai, didn’t say so explicitly, and only said that he would be allowed to return to his old age, which was considered to leave enough face for Fan Xian.

Fan Xian heart some cold, and some smacked the flavor, once again into confusion. The next day, he did not enter the palace to apologize, because he was not guilty. Just occasionally can’t help but think, his majesty is really more gentle than before, if it were the crown prince or the second prince, the end of this matter, definitely not as easy as today.

The gentler His Majesty was to him, the more Fan Xian didn’t know how to handle himself. In the palace, his majesty once asked him about the situation of the domineering true qi in his body, and knowing that there was no danger of his body bursting now, he was silent and didn’t say a word, which made Fan Xian somewhat unable to understand what his real attitude was in the end.

Time was like snow, sprinkling and gently falling, easily covering up everything in the world. When Northern Qi, Southern Qing, Western Hu, the whole continent was covered by snow, firecrackers gradually sounded, aroma rose, already the Spring Festival came. The eighth year of the Qing calendar has finally arrived.

During the time of chaos within the country of Qing, whether it was the Empress Dowager who had been in power for a few days, or His Majesty the Emperor who had returned to the capital, all of them were very determined to use the powerful troops in their hands to carry out an attack to the four sides, and with this aggressive momentum, they deterred all of the people of the Heavenly Underworld.

And in the west, Li Hongcheng was with the army of conquering the west, indifferently watching the movements of the Hu people in the wind and snow. The power of the Hu people had become stronger and stronger after gathering the elite of the Northern Barbarians, it was just that at the moment, the snow was sealing the plains, and everyone was fighting against the harsh nature, and there was little heart to engage in killing. After the first set of spring grass grows out, and the horses of the hu people raise the first layer of fat, those hu people will come to the western Liang Road of Qing once again, and carry out the routine activities that have extended for a hundred years.

The recreational activities in Kyoto, which had been banned for a month due to the death of the Empress Dowager, were also finally opened. Perhaps in order to show that the Qing Empire was still singing and dancing, His Majesty the Emperor issued several favorable decrees. The so-called dance is still on, the horses are still running, the firecrackers are still going off, the red lanterns are hanging high, and Kyoto is in flames.

On the first day of the New Year, the ancestor worship, but Fan Xian was intentionally or unintentionally received by the emperor in the palace, had a meal, and then missed the great event of the Fan clan.

After two more days, Fan Xian finally got out of the house and brought his whole family to a certain place on the outskirts of Kyoto. This place was completely different from the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, and was shrouded in an extremely depressing atmosphere of sadness and gloom, for this was a cemetery, a new cemetery.

Instead of letting the corpses of those involved in the plot to rebel be carried away by wild dogs, His Majesty the Emperor buried them all in one place, and did not restrict relatives from coming to pay their respects. This decree touched an unknown number of people.

Several large tombs with obviously different styles and specifications were on top of the hill. Fan Xian held his daughter, followed by Lin Wan’er and Si Si, and stood in front of these tombs, looking back at the smoke rising from the graveyard below, silent.

Before they came here, they had already gone to another mausoleum to pay their respects to the subordinates of the Supervisory Court and the soldiers of the Forbidden Army who had died in the conspiracy and rebellion in Kyoto.

Fan Xian didn’t go to the imperial mausoleum, although the empress dowager was buried there. He came directly to this side, to the top of a hill. Retracting his gaze cast downwards, he looked at these large graves in silence.

The crown prince, the second oldest, the empress, and the eldest princess, were all buried here. No matter how lenient His Majesty had become, it was impossible to allow these people to be buried in the royal mausoleum. Just here looking at the water along the mountain, is also feng shui excellent place, plus and the green smoke below is far away, is also considered quiet.

Putting the incense and paper bought, Fan Xian stood in front of these four large graves and performed a salute, then accompanied Lin Wan’er to kneel in front of the eldest princess’s grave, kowtowed twice, and hugged Little Flower to give a glance to the people in the grave, and in order to avoid the evil spirits, he also wiped a wine on Little Flower’s brow, which was so spicy that the little girl wowed and cried out.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and looked at the large green stone tomb in front of him, thinking Mother-in-law bless, but don’t let Little Flower be as perverted as you are.

Looking at Wan Er still kneeling on the ground and burning paper, Fan Xian didn’t bother, but walked to the graves of Crown Prince Li Cheng Qian and Lao Er, looking at these two graves, he couldn’t help but softly read, “Even if there is a thousand years of iron thresholds, there will eventually be a single earth bun.”

Here lay four big and hard earth steamed buns, and Fan Xian looked at them in a daze, his mood very complicated. Until now, he realized that the blood of the old Li family was not only flowing with madness and perversion, but also overflowing with pride and hardness.

He looked at Li Chengqian’s and Lao Er’s graves and sighed in his heart, the brothers of the old Li family were truly hardened, much stronger than himself. No one knows the horror of death better than Fan Xian, yet these two Li brothers, they died so cleanly and with such pride, and hardened themselves with this death, shattering His Majesty’s hard shell.

This, I am not as good as them, Fan Xian thought to himself with his head bowed.

Holding Dabao’s hand behind him, he walked back to the Eldest Princess’s grave, and looking at Wan’er’s eyes, which were red with smoldering tears, Fan Xian was silent for a moment, and compassionately squatted down and wiped the corners of her eyes. Dabao also squatted down along with his mold, looking naively at the large grave. Although he did not know that the most beautiful woman of the Qing Kingdom within the grave had gradually turned into white bones, he still felt a chill.

“Princess mom …… is inside, not coming out?” Dabao asked curiously.

“Yes.” Fan Xian forced a smile and said.

“Little Leisure Leisure, I still think …… how could the princess mom kill Erbao? She looks so pretty.” Lin Dabao frowned and asked in a very serious urn.

Fan Xian’s heart thumped, realizing that Wan Er hadn’t heard the words and was slightly relieved. A man called Li Yunrui killed Erbao, this was what Fan Xian had always instilled in Dabao, not realizing that he couldn’t even fool a fool. His heart was a little bitter, yet he couldn t explain to Dabao that whether a person looks beautiful or not is often not similar to what she does, such as your princess mom, such as your …… little leisure leisure.

Right at this time, the Grand Prince suddenly appeared behind Fan Xian and the others. The Third Prince stepped forward and respectfully bowed to Fan Xian, then affectionately stood next to Dabao.

Fan Xian frowned as he looked at the Grand Prince and said, “Why are you here as well.”

After all, the identity of the people buried in the four earthen buns here was too special, and coming to pay respects was too sensitive. The Grand Prince gave him a cold look and said, “The ones buried here are also my brothers.”

Fan Xian was speechless and said with slight worry, “It s just …… afraid that His Majesty is not happy in his heart.”

The eldest prince was suddenly silent, and after a moment said softly, “Father …… has also come.”

Fan Xian was creeped out, rising suddenly and turning his head to look towards a certain part of the hill. Only to see that the winter forest was bleak and cold, there were silhouettes of people, and a middle-aged man wearing bright yellow clothes was looking at the four large graves over here. Although there were countless guards in front of and behind him, he looked, however, so lonely.

That night, Fan Xian held a banquet in his residence. Yesterday, his father had resigned from his post and left for Tanyu State, and naturally, Liu had gone with him, so now Fan Xian’s family was left in the mansion, which seemed particularly lonely. The banquet set up by Fan Xian was a hot pot, and he drank five-grain liquor from the inner treasury; the guests invited were the Grand Prince and the Third Prince.

When the hot pot was set in front of him, Fan Xian seemed to realize what the longing was that he couldn’t stop thinking about since Jiangnan, that was hollow in his heart, but couldn’t catch a clue.

It was the spiciness, taking a bite of the hot pot, which was so spicy that his head was covered in sweat. It was the pain, a mouthful of strong wine, the pain made his throat dry.

When the pot was finished, the Grand Prince fell down drunk on the table, not knowing what he was babbling about, and Lao San, who had also been poured two cups by Fan Xian, went to the guest room to lie down drunk.

Only Fan Xian was left alone, when this winter night cold moon, hand catching the wine cup, eyes disoriented, spicy and painful, straight as if to shed tears in general.

A person sitting on the roof behind him, facing that bright moon, listening to Fan Xian’s drunken poetry and verse, silent. It seemed that even the black cloth that covered his eyes was pondering, who exactly was he? Why was it that listening to this little song gave birth to some feelings in my heart that I had never had before?

I have been fishing on the fishing platform for ten years, but I don’t go up to the wild gulls. The white clouds come and go, the green hills are there, and I am happy with the wine. I owe Yi Zhou the talent of the world, Liu Ruan’s greedy cup precepts, and Li Du’s poetic debt. The acid fast laughs at me, I laugh at the acid fast.

I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to do with this, but I’m sure I’ll be able to do with it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I’m looking at the sky to worship the generals, sleeve starry sky and state policy, break the smoke and moon lost souls fortress. The acid fast laughs at me, I laugh at the acid fast.

It is the temple in front of the happy