Chapter 3: A bow to the river

On the morning of the next morning, the sky had not yet arrived, and the mist was floating in the valley. Last night the moon had moved to the opposite Fangtian. Several carriages in Fan's house did not alarm anyone in the farm and drove towards Kyoto. At the gate of the courtyard behind, Fujiko Kyo stood with his wife with a cane and leaned against the door to see him off. Beside the two, the little daughter was rubbing her eyes, and she seemed not to wake up.

The carriage went to the Kyoto Gate again, but today was different. The marks on the carriage of Fan's mansion were extremely eye-catching. After a brief inspection, the soldiers of the City Guardian, who had just opened the city gate, put a few carriages into the city. After all, Jiao Ziheng, the former chief of the City Guardian, was brutally seized from his post because of the assassination of Fan's eldest son. Now the soldiers of the City Guardian looked at the round and square marks on the Fan's carriage and did not dare to make things difficult.

When the car arrived at Fan's mansion, Fan Sizhe yawned and got out of the car. He ordered the servant who was coming up: "There is wax goods in the car, please get them first and put them in the back, but you are not allowed to steal them. That is the favor prepared by the elder brother!" Then he glared and shouted: "If the sister of the Lin family dared to eat the deer tomorrow and found that the deer had only three legs, be careful that I would chop one of your legs to repay the debt!" The servants had long been used to the domineering temper of this young man, so they dared not speak up and unload the mountain goods from the car honestly.

The guards also got off the carriage behind. Wang Qinian walked to the carriage and waited for Fan Xian to get off. Unexpectedly, after a long time, he found that there was no movement in the carriage. When he opened the curtain, he was shocked. He saw that there was no one in the carriage. Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo didn't know where they were. He quickly ran behind Fan Sizhe and asked, "Young Master, where is Mr. Fan?" Fan Sizhe turned around and looked at him, and taught a lesson: "Look at your nervousness. My brother and sister got off the car on the way, probably on an outing. I don't like to see you always follow you."

Wang Qinian was scared to death. It was all the fault of Lord Fan when he was able to return to the Supervisory Office this time. When President Chen Pingping met him personally, he repeatedly told him to ensure that Lord Fan’s personal safety should not be out of sight. Unexpectedly, Lord Fan secretly threw himself and his group off after he left the city. Fan Sizhe saw his nervous expression and frowned and said, "He said he would come back in the afternoon, so you don’t have to be too nervous." He actually didn’t know the true identities of Wang Qinian and others. At first he thought it was the masters assigned by his father to Fan Xian. Later, he vaguely realized something was wrong, but he was too lazy to think deeply.

Wang Qinian no longer paid attention to the second young master, gave his subordinates a wink, got on the carriage, and drove out of the city.

The sound of cicadas in the hot summer was a little weak, and Fan Xian led Ruoru to take a walk by the Liujing River in the suburbs of Beijing. Fortunately, it was early and there were green trees on the riverside, so it was still tolerated. Fan Xian had already unbuttoned the cloth buckle at this time, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his chest, but Ruoru had no such benefits, so he had to use a handkerchief to slap in the wind. Seeing her hard work, Fan Xian smiled slightly and took the handkerchief soaked in the Liujing River, and handed it to her to cool down.

"Do you know why this river is called Liujing River?"

"According to the records of the Jingzhi, this name should have existed before this dynasty. It seems that the river flows around Kyoto and enters Cangshan westward. The terrain is sometimes fluctuating. Some places flow very fast, while others are quiet and quiet like the same mirror, and it looks like a still crystal, so I got the name Liujing River."

Fan Xian nodded, thinking of a quiet part of the river beside him, where flower boats were swimming on it from time to time, he thought of the girl Si Lili who was still locked in the prison of heaven, and he didn't know what the final result would be to greet the woman. He walked apart and finally saw a house in the green trees on the opposite river bank from afar, a small fresh and elegant courtyard. Several bamboos stretched out from the walls of the courtyard, standing towards the sky. In this hot summer, it emitted a cold air that stood proudly in the turbid world.

"That's the Taiping Villa?" Fan Xian frowned and looked there and asked softly. Fan Ruoruo responded: "Yes. I heard that the owner of the Ye family lived here many years ago. Later, the Ye family's property was incorporated into the inner warehouse, and the courtyard became the royal villa. However, when I often chatted with Roujia, I never heard of any empress who came here to live."

Fan Xian nodded, nodded, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face. It turned out that this was the place where my mother had worked and fought. Ruoru was in a very happy mood when he saw the smile on his brother's face. He asked, "What's so happy?" Fan Xian put up some sweaty fingers, shook his head, and said nothing. It was already a very bold thing for him to bring his sister here today. Although it seemed that the Ye family was not a big taboo when they came to Beijing, since his father and Wu Zhu were so cautious, it would be better to be careful and didn't say it for the time being.

He came here to take a look today, mainly because he wanted to go into this yard to worship, but since it has become a villa of the palace, it is naturally inconvenient to go. He just didn't know where his mother's cemetery was, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After coming to this world, he had never seen a woman who gave birth to her body, but he had no reason to recognize her as his mother. Perhaps because his parents died early in his previous life and had nothing left behind, he had no time to become attached to his mother. After coming to Qing Kingdom, whether it was the escape at the beginning of rebirth, everything during the Danzhou period, and many wonderful encounters after coming to Beijing, all of this seemed to indicate the power, power, and some determination that the woman once had, reminded him that his mother was that woman, the woman named Ye Qingmei.

Ye Qingmei looks down on the world's bearded eyebrows.

Fan Xian even had a question: Could it be that his mother was not dead at all, but hid far away in a corner, smiling gently, and silently staring at his every move in this world, every struggle and every liberation.

But Si Nanbo interrupted all these fantasies in a cold bloody manner and said that his mother's cemetery was in an extremely hidden place in Kyoto. If the time was ripe, he would naturally be asked to worship him.

Fan Xian sighed, knelt down, and kowtowed to the small yard on the other side of the river. Fan Ruoruo was slightly stunned, not understanding what his brother meant, but Bingxue was as smart as hers. He immediately guessed something, and he couldn't help but be scared to his face slightly white, but he immediately calmed himself down. As Fan Xian knelt down and bowed to the other side of the river.

There are green trees covering it, so even if there are people on the other side, it will be difficult to see. A pair of ice-like and snow-like dignified men kneeling on the ground and bowing to this place. This scene is very interesting.

Fan Xian was a little surprised and stood up with her little hand. Wen Yan asked, "Why do you kneel with me?" Ruoru smiled reluctantly: "What should I call me? Call Auntie?" Fan Xian smiled and said, "I know you can guess that I don't want to avoid you when I bring you here today. There are some things that I only know but can't talk about, which is really a very depressing thing." Fan Ruoru sighed: "No wonder my brother lived in Danzhou when he was a child."

Fan Xian said, "I only know that my mother is the Ye family. Didn't you hear my father or Aunt Liu mention this when you were a child?" Fan Ruoru thought for a while and shook his head helplessly. Fan Xian sighed, guessing that the palace hates the descendants of the Ye family, so his father has been hiding this matter. However... With the ability of the court, if Si Nanbo had a relationship with the mistress of the Ye family, how could this relationship escape the gaze of the palace? Unless the Supervision Bureau has been hiding it for his father, even if Chen Pingping respects his mother and wants to save her life, she should not be able to hide this matter without missing any.

All kinds of confusions surged into his heart, making him extremely angry. It was okay if he was a child without a mother, but he began to doubt the other part. This psychological trend was really unpleasant.

The brother and sister did not dare to get too close to the yard. They walked through the forest and walked to the official road. They followed the road towards Kyoto, preparing to walk away and find a shop to ask the waiter to pull a carriage. Not long after walking, they found a small path on the official road leading to the left. A step later there was a bluestone hidden among the grass, with moss growing on it. It was extremely difficult to find. It looked quite unique, and few people should have walked around.

Fan Xian had a very good eye and could see a small wooden bridge at the end of the path. I thought it was the one who led to the Taiping Villa. He couldn't help but sigh deep in his heart, forced his eyes to turn his eyes, and smiled and said, "The handkerchief has dried up, is it too hot?"

There was always a cold that seemed to be insoluble between Fan Ruoru's eyebrows, but there was no such feeling in front of Fan Xian. At this time, sweat beads of sweat oozing out from the black hair on her forehead and slowly flowing on her slightly red cheeks, adding a bit of brilliance, but it made Fan Xian slightly stunned. She responded softly and continued to walk forward with her brother.

After a while, he came to a tea shop. The shop was made of green bamboo, which was very cool to ventilate and shield. When Fan Xian saw it, he took his sister's hand and broke in, shouting, "Come two cups of tea."

The answer was a silence. There were not many people in the tea shop. A middle-aged man stood by the table at the bottom. After hearing Fan Xian's voice, he slowly looked back. The man's eyes were deep and his nose was like an eagle hook. Although he was full of gloomy air, he seemed to be restrained today. The middle-aged man looked at Fan Xian very badly, as if he had seen a little white rabbit.
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