Chapter 58 Shake

"Why is Mr. Fan laughing?"

This was the expected question from Haitang. Fan Xian coughed twice and explained with a smile: "I like the way you walk, girl."

Haitang was slightly stunned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Fan Xian quickly said, "If there is any deception, heaven will be punished by the earth."

Haitang couldn't believe the poison of this swearing, but Haitang still didn't understand why the young guy behind him liked it when he was teased by the palace people for many years? When she thought of Fan Xian's shameless methods on the North Sea, Miss Haitang felt even more confused.

The two of them fell into silence again, and accompanied by green trees and black eaves all over the mountains, they went to the outside of the palace. Haitang's status in Northern Qi was indeed very respectful. When they saw the eunuchs and palace maids along the way, they heard the lazy friction between the cloth shoes and the ground, they took the lead to avoid the tree next to the road, saluting respectfully at the lazy village girl, and did not dare to look directly at it.

"Your Majesty is favored by the foreign ministers, but the foreign ministers are really a little frightened." Fan Xian finally asked tentatively.

"Why should Mr. Fan be humble?" Haitang replied expressionlessly: "Your Majesty likes poetry the most. Once the collection of poems in Banxianzhai was released, everyone in the world was handed a volume, and Your Majesty is no exception. After Zhuang Mohan, everyone had a long talk with Your Majesty in the palace since Nanqing rebelled against Beijing. From that day on, Your Majesty has never lost his name as a master. He often said that if there were such a poetic talent as a master in Northern Qi, it would be great and would be regretful of being left behind. Now that the young master escorted Sean back to Beijing, and the two countries were in a confrontation, Your Majesty naturally worried about your safety for Mr. Fan."

Fan Xian remained silent and realized that there was such a story between the young emperor and himself who had never met before. However, the young emperor had a sad face and thought that there was something to tell him, but there were many things in the palace. The emperor was unwilling to say in front of Haitang - I don’t know what it was.

"Hmm? It's really unexpected." Fan Xian frowned slightly, as if he didn't believe Haitang's statement.

Haitang said softly: "Today, when Lord Fan saw the palace, mountains and forests, he blurted out the four words "God of Heaven and Man". Haitang admired him. If Lord Fan has free time in the future, if Lord Fan has no time, he would still be willing to give advice. After watching the poetry collection of Banxianzhai, his master was silent for several moments and praised the young master. I was a little surprised. Today, I realized that there are no empty scholars under his reputation."

"Where are there." The other party said this very sincerely, so Fan Xian was more sincere. "I would like to ask the girl to help you with Yan Bingyun."

"I have never been involved in political affairs." Haitang said softly.

Fan Xian frowned and said, "Why did that girl go to Beihai alone? Kill Sean? Don't you know that if Sean really dies, it will have a great impact on this agreement."

Haitang smiled and said, "Young Master Fan seemed to have thought about killing Sean before I took action. Why did he suddenly change his mind later?"

"Because I'm very interested in Sean's secrets." Fan Xian rubbed his slightly wet hands and turned his head to look at the scenery in the vast palace group.

Haitang said quietly: "I killed Sean because his secret will cause great trouble to many people."

The two of them had a very tacit understanding and stayed under a big tree. The green leaves on their heads were like clothes, covering the sun and covering their bodies, and were cool. Fan Xian looked at Haitang's calm and stable shoulders, and suddenly said, "There is no eternal secret in this world."

"Shawn may make many people die if she is alive."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, knowing that the other party's unreasonable compassion would seem like a mess in many ways. But he could not change anything with just a few words.

"Your Majesty seems to have something to ask Mr. Fan for something." Haitang said.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, knowing that the other party could see it, and after thinking about it, he sincerely asked, "I don't know why Miss Haitang taught me?"

Haitang said softly: "I don't know either, but if the matter is related to the Si Li, please let Mr. Fan notify me."

Fan Xian did not agree immediately, but fell into a slight distress. What kind of help should the emperor of a country do? Is it really a Lili? But in Northern Qi, he wants no one and no one to do. If there is no power, what can he do?

"Li Li is a poor girl. Good girl." Haitang said, "Young Master Fan can help me."

Fan Xian thought of all the things on the northbound carriage, and was lost for a moment and didn't know how to answer. So the two of them replied to silence and moved forward slowly, allowing the light and shadows woven by the green leaves above and the sunshine above to fall on each other's body, on top of the green long gowns and floral thick clothes.

Fan Xian suddenly took the lead and walked side by side with Miss Haitang. Haitang turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, without saying anything.

Fan Xian gradually put his mind down, learned the village girl posture of the woman beside him, slightly raised his jaw, and swept around with a slight slight laziness. He had no pockets on his green gown, so he could not interfere, so he had to put his hands behind him like an old scholar, and relaxed every muscle in his body in advance, allowing the pair of feet that seemed extremely heavy, dragged their bodies as if they were about to fall apart, and walked lazily on the stone road.

Haitang looked at him again, as if he didn't know why he wanted to learn the way he had developed a habit of walking, and the emotions in his eyes were a little complicated.

Fan Xian had a gentle smile on his face, as if he didn't notice her gaze, walking lazily with her. Haitang was too lazy to care about this tired laozi anymore, and moved his neck slightly, as if it was very comfortable. Fan Xian also stretched and yawned.

At this time, the sun is approaching the sky, and the sun is shining brightly.

The sound of two feet rubbing the ground gradually formed into a place, making people sleepless for no reason. The two walked in the palace with their steps, looking like a lazy couple in the countryside rushing home from the fields to take a nap.

A drop of sweat oozed out from the tip of Haitang's nose, and that ordinary face had a strange charm.

"The antidote you gave last time was too heavy for the tangerine peel and it was a bit bitter." Miss Haitang was intoxicated by the sun.

Fan Xian smiled and knew that the other party had seen his daily land fraud, and said softly: "I am the Tissue of the Supervision Bureau, not a master of seeking the way of heaven. It is common for girls to use some methods. Don't mind. Of course, if you really mind, you can also give me the medicine...."

This was a bit frivolous, but Haitang was not as blushed as an ordinary woman and said lightly: "If you have the chance, you will naturally use it."

Fan Xian knelt heavily, and then listened to the other party, "You are the Tiss in the Supervision Bureau, and you are walking in the dark. Why do you shine brightly after going from Danzhou to Kyoto of Qingguo? Just like you are walking in the sunshine now."

"The night gave me black eyes, but I'm going to use it to find light."

Fan Xian continued to borrow the wonderful sentences of his buddies in that life. Although this guy was so cowardly and a bastard, he was a little stunned. As expected, Haitang was slightly stunned and looked at him. I guess his opinion of Fan Xian had changed a little again without realizing it.

Fan Xian continued with a smile: "Of course, the night gave me black eyes. I have more opportunities to use it to... roll my eyes at this world."

The girl Haitang finally smiled. As the saying goes, smiling sweetly among the bamboo fences, the mountains of crabapples are always vulgar. If you regard the palace wall as bamboo fences, why do you fear the vulgarity of the world?

After leaving the palace, he said a few words to the Tiger Guard who was already anxious and Wang Qinian. Under the escort of the Northern Qi Imperial Guard, Fan Xian, the Nan Qing, was in a carriage and returned to the other courtyard. As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw the noise in front of him and was slightly surprised.

When he walked two steps towards the main entrance of the villa and saw clearly the appearance of the venue, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

There were many Northern Qi yamen runners and guards in front of the door squatting on the ground to pick things. Everyone was dragging a big sack behind them. They picked up something from time to time and threw it inside. Looking at their dragging posture, it seemed that the things were a bit heavy. Fan Xian was very curious and said to Wang Qinian beside him: "What's going on?"

Wang Qinian was also puzzled.

Everyone walked up and found that the large open space at the gate of the villa was thrown with various small knives, decorated with emeralds as sheaths, some were ancient and trendy. Of course, more were the small scimitars that people in the Northern Qi Dynasty liked to wear with them.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and said, "Go and grab the sacks back quickly. Since they are thrown in front of our door, even if they want to sell them as trash, we have to earn this extra money by ourselves." Today, he was enjoying the scenery and chatting in the palace and learning to walk in the village girl. He felt very comfortable, so when he told a joke, he had a few charms of Fan Sizhe.

Wang Qinian smiled bitterly and said, "Your Madam is really in a good mood, so you can still tell stubborn jokes."

Fan Xian smiled helplessly and said, "What else would you do? Should you really follow each knife?" Since he was almost hit by the bridge of his nose by Ye Ling'er, the daughter of Kyoto's garrison, Fan Xian has known the rules of martial arts duel in this world - throw a knife to the other party's feet, and if the other party responds to the challenge, he will pick up the knife.
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