I don't know how long it took, Fan Xian got up from the snow, his movements seemed very slow, and he seemed to have not gotten rid of his previous emotions. This fire stick was very well protected. It took him a lot of geniuses to get the three parts together and found that each part was very good, even the optical sight was perfect. Fan Xian felt how stupid it was to kick the box at that time.

He is a military blind man, so it took many days to get familiar with the weapon in his hand. After real training, he realized that there is always a big gap between ideals and reality. When you find that the sun shines into your dream, you suddenly realize that the dream is fake.

How to measure the distance, aim, and ensure smooth operation are not knowledgeable to people in this world. Fan Xian has no teacher, so he can only explore it slowly by himself. The further the distance he aims, the less likely it is to hit the target. This is even more difficult to calculate the impact of wind difference and distance measurement.

Fortunately, many of his qualities make up for these shortcomings. First of all, he was very calm, with a calmness that looked like Wuzhu; secondly, he was very stable, and the nameless domineering true energy kept his body in a very balanced state; most importantly, he was very patient and the patience of a hunter, which was attributed to the encounters in his previous life and the "naps" in his later life. As long as the energy in his body could keep up, Fan Xian believed that he could lurk in a place and remain motionless all day.

After getting up from the snow, he felt his body freezing a little, so he slowly activated the true energy in his body, eased his slightly numb limbs, and then looked at Wu Zhu who was standing like a flagpole beside him, and shook his head: "If the opponent is Yan Xiaoyi, I can't guarantee that he will not be killed with an arrow before hitting him."

Wu Zhu said coldly: "You don't need to use this."

Fan Xian didn't understand what he meant, so he hugged Chouxue and frowned and said, "Actually, I know that my own strength is between the eighth grade and the ninth grade. Uncle has always kept it from me before, so he didn't want me to be too arrogant. But if he wants to deal with those ninth grade masters in the future, there will be some weapons in his hands that others don't know about, it will always be better."

Wuzhu said: "In my opinion, you are still only at the level of a seventh grade."

Fan Xian laughed at himself and said, "Then I can still kill Cheng Jushu and also have a palm with Gong Dian."

Wu Zhu Muran said: "There are eighth grades in the palace. Cheng Jushu is only seventh grade at most. Maybe... in the past ten years of my Danzhou, the martial arts cultivation of the whole world has declined."

Fan Xian frowned and patted the snow under his buttocks. Although he didn't say anything, he couldn't help feeling strange when he heard this sentence. As for where the strangeness was, he couldn't explain it clearly for a moment. He shook his head and said, "I need to make myself stronger, otherwise I can't protect the people around him. Wan'er has the royal family and the eldest princess. What about Ruruo? Don't forget. She is actually a pitiful child without a mother."

Wuzhu was silent.

Fan Xian smiled slightly. At this time, the moon was reflected in the snowy mountain, and the night was slightly clear, making his face look more and more beautiful. He watched a few snow seeds fall on Wuzhu's eyes and the black cloth covered with the ground. Somehow, his heart moved and made an action that he had never dared to do since he was a child.

He took a step forward and reached out carefully, trying to pick off the black cloth snowflakes on Uncle Wuzhu's eyes, his movements were very gentle.

Wu Zhu took a step back, and the time he took this step back was all right to the point, which made Fan Xian's right hand stay in the air awkwardly. It was about half a foot away from Wu Zhu's face.

"Go back." Wu Zhu took the sniper rifle from his hand, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at the place where he disappeared, and a faint sadness surged in his heart. Such a peerless strong man who had lost his memory only had a very small past. So what would his future look like?

Unknown to the years in the mountains, Fan Xian got up in the morning with extreme self-discipline every day and practiced martial arts. He would also take some time to learn the skills of the dark night walker in this mountain with Uncle Wu Zhu. Most of the days were living a comfortable life with Lin Wan'er and her sister, watching the girls in the manor gather together to fight poetry, painting, music, and cards. The days passed by day.

In the middle, Ye Ling'er and Princess Roujia also came to stay for a while. Several noble ladies couldn't help but hold a small poetry meeting. Girl Roujia seemed to have gotten rid of Fan Xian's sadness about her wedding, but her eyes were flashing with tenderness and not as tender as Twelve, begging the Fan brother to write a few poems to listen to. How could Fan Xian get such a fool? He used the excuse to go up the mountain to beat the tigress and escape.

In the near term, Fan Sizhe, who had finally escaped the trouble of matriarchy, happily rode his sister-in-law to play mahjong with a long time ago, and happily pulled Lin Wan'er to the card table, just like a peerless swordsman who was able to find a master who was able to be enemies with him. As the saying goes, life is as lonely as snow...

Of course, Fan Xian and his sister gathered in the manor. As the young master, he would not forget the elder brother of his wife. He had already sent Fujiko Kyo, who had recovered from his injury, to pick up Dabao. Wang Qienian's group secretly escorted him along the way, so there should be no problem.

After lunch that day, Fan Xian asked his servants to get on the carriage and went down ten miles below the mountain to greet Dabao. Not long after, he saw the convoy coming. When the convoy was parked, Fujiko-kyo quickly stepped forward to greet Fan Xian and the princess's young grandmother. Lin Wan'er knew that this person was Fan Xian's first confidant after entering Beijing, so she responded very gently, but her heart had already floated on the carriage.

"Little Leisure."

Needless to say, as soon as he heard this title, he knew that Dabao got out of the car. Fan Xian smiled bitterly, clasped his fists and bowed, and then went up to face his brother-in-law who had not seen each other for several months and was still bloated. Dabao looked at the surrounding mountain scenery and opened his mouth wide and smiled foolishly: "The snow in Beijing is much smaller."

Cangshan was snowy and a lot of accumulated on the road. Lin Wan'er looked at the snow on her brother's hair and walked forward with heartache, wiped it off for him, put her prepared fox fur cloak on him, and complained: "Father is it, I know it's cold on Cangshan. I don't know how many more items are prepared."

Fan Xian smiled slightly, thinking that the Prime Minister was a man after all, and there were not many women in the Dilin Mansion. Even if he loved Dabao, he would not be able to cover everything. He then turned around and asked Fujiko Kyo: "Nothing happened on the road, right?"

"No." Fujiko Kyo responded calmly: "It was the intersection in front of the mountain. He snatched the downhill carriage with another family for the winter. The other party saw the Prime Minister's carriage we were on, so he gave up."

Enjoying the snow scenery in Cangshan Mountain. Avoiding midsummer is what nobles in Kyoto like to do the most, and there are soldiers guarding the mountains wherever they enter. This is just a small matter, and Fan Xian didn't take it in his heart. After a few words, he prepared to go up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, I heard a burst of rapid horse hooves coming from behind. In a short while, a team of carriages drove up fiercely. This place was the fork, so it suddenly became very crowded and it was difficult to move up any further.

"It's them." Fujiko Kyo said in a little embarrassedly: "Young master, I didn't say it. I don't want you to be angry."

The servants in the carriage saw that it was blocked here and started to curse. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and then realized that it was the carriage in the house of Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites. He couldn't help but smile. He didn't know what he was thinking.

They didn't react here, but they understood that they had snatched the Prime Minister's carriage at the foot of the mountain. No matter how the Guo Mansion dared not compete with the Prime Minister's Mansion, so their arrogance disappeared.

"The Prime Minister's car can't always stop at the intersection and not let people walk. We have already given it once, so you can't get faster?" A voice that made Fan Xian a little familiar from the Guo family's carriage came from.

Immediately afterwards, a luxurious young man got off the carriage, pointed at Fujiko-kyung and his group and scolded, "Why don't you get out of here? Lin Xiang is still in the capital, and you guys don't know what to do in Cangshan."

"Brother Guo?" Fan Xian was overjoyed and bowed to the other side and said hello.

Guo Baokun seemed particularly friendly when he heard someone calling him. He thought he had met an acquaintance and turned around with a smile on his face. Unexpectedly, when he saw it, it was Fan Xian, the person who was fighting the black fist. The smile on his face froze and couldn't let it go for a while. He seemed extremely embarrassed. His eyes were even more nervous and scared. Who is this? This is Fan Xian...

There was a poetry meeting once, once in the Kyoto government office, once in the hall, I offended the other party badly, but now I am in Beijing, and I am thriving in the past. If I want to harm the other party once, the other party will start to get into it because of the incident. The other party has now married that girl, and the show at the wedding made Guo Baokun know that he has been in trouble for eight lifetimes, and he just wants not to meet the other party in the future. How could he know that it would be such a coincidence today!

Fan Xian looked at his appearance and exclaimed in his heart, thinking that this person was so lucky that he was so sad that he met himself again?

Seeing the Guo Mansion carriage galloping down the mountain like a dozen rabbits, Fan Xian rubbed his wrists. Lin Wan'er walked over and whispered, "What are you doing to drive others down the mountain for no reason? Although he is just a editor in the palace, he is a close minister of the prince's brother after all, and he will always enter the pavilion for one day in the future. What's more, Cangshan is not Fan... If others know about our family, we must not say that we are too domineering."

"I didn't drive him down the mountain." Hearing his wife's quick turn, a strange smile appeared on Fan Xianqingmei's face: "I just said to go to him for tea in the middle of the night, but who knew he ran away."

Lin Wan'er couldn't help laughing when she heard what he said, "You, who doesn't know that you are a black boxer in Kyoto? When I went to find him in the middle of the night, Guo Baokun had a ghost in his heart, so he naturally wanted to escape. Now he is not as famous as you, and his boxing is not as big as you. What else can I do besides running?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I sympathize with him too."

Fujiko-kyo came over again. In the letter, Si Nanbo and Fan Jian seemed a little worried. It seemed that something happened in the court that made him a little worried. However, literally, this matter had nothing to do with the eldest princess. Fan Xian frowned and wondered what would happen? After he opened Wang Qinian's letter, the contents on the two pieces of paper were compared with each other, and the matter became obvious.

"Business and government affairs are now the office affairs. How long will this process take?" Fan Xian looked at Hei Xuetian outside the window and shook his head with a wry smile.

He knew that the mission to be sent to Northern Qi would eventually fall on his reception deputy envoy. On the one hand, he was drinking in the palace and was too sharp, even if he hid in Cangshan, he would not be able to calm the lake.

Secondly, Chen Pingping, who had never met before, was a close comrade in her mother, and obviously wanted to take over the class of the Supervision Institute, which was proved from Teacher Fei Jie. If she wanted to take over the class of the Supervision Institute, it was even more difficult than being a prime minister. You cannot be afraid of thousands of dark spies in the hospital because of your family background and some of your talent.

The Supervisory Office is not an ordinary six ministries. People who are unable to do so can only survive for a while and cannot control them for a lifetime. As the spy agency that His Majesty the Emperor relies the most, the most needed is stability. So Chen Pingping handed over this task to herself. If she could successfully rescue Yan Bingyun, she could gain Yan Ruohai's favor in one fell swoop. After that Young Master Yan returned to Beijing, she would definitely take the post immediately. With the secret arrangements between Fei Jie and Chen Pingping, she could get at least half of the support of the leader.

The problem is that his father Fan Jian seems to just want to accept the inner treasury safely and be a rich man.

Fan Xian knew that he did not have much say in the choice between the two. It depends on what the emperor was thinking. Thinking of that emperor, Fan Xian's eyebrows became more and more powerful. If he really took over the Supervision Bureau gradually, it seemed that he could only prove some of his horrible conjecture.

The mission to Northern Qi was an opportunity to plaster gold, but Fan Xian knew that if he was just brass, no matter how much he plated it, it would not be able to turn into gold. Although he still didn't know the most dangerous part of the Supervision Bureau's plan at this time, he could also guess that this trip to the north would definitely be very unusual.

Outside the window, there was a slight laughter and a fiery red light shining out on the other end of the long corridor. In this snowy night, it makes people feel extremely warm.

Fan Xian put the two letters in his palm, kneaded them into powder without changing his face, opened the window and threw them on the snow, and mixed with the powder and snow. He could no longer find them. The night wind outside also blew in, making the face cold.

The candles in the house became brighter as soon as they darkened.

"Close the window quickly and freeze to death." Wan'er, who had been on the bed early, stretched out half of her face pitifully from the quilt, her mouth and nose were hiding under the warm quilt. Her talking eyes looked at Fan Xian: "Go to sleep quickly and let them go crazy. Brother is very obedient, don't worry."

Fan Xian walked to the bed with a smile and sat down. He naturally put his hand into the quilt and gently stroked his wife's plump breasts. However, he said something beside him: "Dabao is naturally good, but you have to know that our good brother, no matter what, maybe tomorrow I will take Dabao to the mountain to catch bears."

After being married for a long time, Lin Wan'er still couldn't adapt to the wolf hands that her husband reached out at any time and anywhere. Her face was flushed and water seemed to flow out of her eyes. She grabbed the thief's hands on her chest with her backhand and said, "I'm not honest again."

"My wife calls me to sleep, how dare I be honest?" Fan Xian smiled, and with a backhand, Mingzhu was extinguished immediately, leaving only a quiet room, a couple. After a burst of sounds of untiing their clothes, Fan Xian took off only a single clothes and put them in the quilt. Lin Wan'er was shivering by the coldness on his body, and she couldn't help but shake, saying, "I go to bed like this every night, and I don't know what to do in front of the table?"

"Is this a boudoir complaint?" Fan Xian teased the little wife. Wan'er was not yet sixteen years old this year. In her previous life, she was still a little girl in her palms by her parents' baby. Now she has become her wife. She is always asking for love every night, and she doesn't know that she can't help but hold it. While thinking, her palms can't help but rub Wan'er's soft chest. Through the silk single dress, this lusty and smooth touch makes him feel extremely beautiful.

Lin Wan'er nodded softly, leaning on his arms.

Fan Xian lowered his head and held her fleshy lips. The two of them slowly rubbed their bodies. The temperature in the indoor area seemed to rise, and both of them were slightly hot.

The clouds dissipate and the rain stops and the fog disappears, and the flowers bloom and close at the end.

The wind and snow outside the window were still there, and the quilt was warm as spring. Wan'er, who was sleepy and weak, shyly lowered her head and hid in Fan Xian's arms. Fan Xian looked at his wife with distress, and couldn't help but touch Wan'er's lips with her fingers. Somehow she thought of the chicken leg in the Qing Temple.

"You...you...your hands are not clean." Wan'er turned her head away shyly and angrily.

Fan Xian smiled gently and said, "Where is not clean anymore? Every part of our body is clean."

Lin Wan'er was afraid that her husband would say something even more shameful, so she quickly changed the topic: "Will you go to Northern Qi?"

Fan Xian hugged her tighter and asked back, "Would you like to spend your whole life with me?"

"Hmm?" Wan'er's expression was not seen in the darkness. But I thought I must be very nervous. Why did my husband ask such a sentence? In this world, there is no reason to turn back halfway through marriage. I said angrily and anxiously: "Why did my husband ask like this?"

Only then did Fan Xian realize that he asked something inappropriate and explained with a wry smile: "Just ask casually." In fact, he still has some habits in his previous life. Although he worshiped the world and drank the same cup as Wan'er, he always wanted to hear something from this cute girl's mouth.

"Ask casually?" Lin Wan'er said softly: "My husband is thinking about Miss Sisi."

After this, Fan Xian remembered Sisi, who had been deliberately left in Fan's house in Kyoto. Fujiko Kyo once said that she lived in Beijing well, but after grandma was making trouble, she always had to solve it.

He comforted Wan'er and said, "How can you think about this? It's just that we two want to have a lifelong business together. Of course, we have to plan for a long time. You don't know. Your mother has always disliked me."

This was fresh and interesting, and the words of a few words that fell into Wan'er's ears, making her heart warm and satisfied. She replied quietly: "After marriage, I have any other way."

"Then it's all." In the darkness, Fan Xian smiled slightly, the lines on the corners of his lips looked very gentle, and he said softly: "The nobles in Beijing are playing a big table of mahjong. I don't know if I can play a card with my husband."

Wan'er smiled and replied, "I am not as good as you in the black boxing. You are not as good as me in the card game." This is the sentence Fan Xian was so excited that Zhuang Mohan was vomiting blood in front of the palace, which has already spread throughout Kyoto.

The wind and snow outside the window were so fast that she couldn't fall asleep. Fan Ruoruo held an umbrella, looked at the distance in the darkness, and carefully kept a distance from the edge of the stone. She had a faint smile on her face, and her heart was a little empty. Her most admired brother was already married. Where is her future? Her brother said that she should find something worthy of her life like Sizhe, which is worthy of her life, perhaps it was love, or poetry and painting, but she really didn't know what she should pursue.

Snowflakes fell on the umbrella and hit her heart.

The five bamboos covered with the eternal black cloth came quietly behind her. A voice without any emotion sounded in Fan Ruoru's ears: "Can you keep the secret?"

The next morning, when Fan Xian came back from practicing martial arts, he unexpectedly found that Dabao was surrounded by a fox fur and looked at the cliff below the manor with satisfaction. Fan Xian was worried that he accidentally fell down from Qingping, so he hurried over and asked softly: "Dabao, what are you looking at?"

Dabao grinned foolishly and pointed it at him: "Little Xianxian, there is a big white bird there."

In the distant mountains, white fog was rising faintly. Several black-necked and black-tailed white cranes were bent to find food. Suddenly, they raised their heads and sang, which was extremely crisp but continuous. The white cranes danced with their wings amid the shouts, which was very beautiful.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned and thought to himself that in this cold winter weather, how could he still see the crane staying on Cangshan Mountain? Is there a hot spring there? The crane is free and does not like to be restrained, so the Hewu in the distance looks very free and casual. Fan Xian couldn't help but take a deep breath and was refreshed.

"Dabao, do you like those birds?"

"dislike."

Fan Xian was a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Why? Are they not good-looking in dancing?"

Dabao pursed his thick lips and said, "I'm too tired to dance, Dabao looks so angry."

Fan Xian laughed and patted his brother-in-law's thick shoulder. For some reason, after entering Kyoto, he felt the most relaxed. Maybe it was because the other party was really like a child, so he didn't need to worry about anything, right?

Although the crane dance is beautiful, it is really too tiring.

"Dabao, how are you doing these days?"

There was a hint of confusion between Dabao's wide eyebrows, and he seemed to not know how to answer this question, but he still tried hard to answer it clearly, and said, "High...yes...good, play mahjong... the little fat man loses his temper, it's very...fun."
Chapter completed!