Chapter 98 Success

Walking on the bluestone road of the palace, there was a moon in the sky, and two people under the forest, Fan Xian's back was already sweating. On this summer night, he still felt a little cold. He vomited a breath of turbid air, and was a little scared. He patted his chest and complained to Haitang beside him: "You guessed that the Stone Record was written by me..., and I didn't say it to me, which made me almost scared to death by your emperor before."

Haitang smiled and said, "Who told you to hide it from the world for so long?" Then he turned his eyes and said, "Why are you so afraid? If it wasn't for your identity as Cao Gong, then what are you afraid of Your Majesty?"

Fan Xian didn't even think about it, and said with a gentle smile: "What do you think?"

The corners of Haitang's lips were slightly raised, and he said nothing. Fan Xian turned his head and looked at her and saw that her long eyelashes were dyed with a layer of silver halo, which seemed to have a clear and charming beauty. Her most outstanding eyes in appearance seemed particularly bright in the night - the silver moonlight did have a magical power, and that hazy dip seemed to turn any woman of ordinary appearance into an elf in the world.

Fan Xian didn't feel anything. He just put his hand behind him, slowly dragged his steps forward, and said, "You made me humble this time, I won't seek revenge. You should know what the reason is."

"You want me to do something for you." Haitang smiled and said, "Although I don't know what it is, I want to have something to do with the South, so I need the help of an outsider like me."

"Yes, you and I... are actually hypocritical people." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, "So when we talk, we can seem to be more direct. What I need you to do for me may happen, maybe not, in short, I will send someone to notify you at that time."

Haitang looked at him and suddenly spoke, "I heard that you love the prime minister's illegitimate daughter very much, so even the grandmaster of Danzhou pointed to the place where the big maid was not included in the room."

"I don't like you to test my family affairs." Fan Xian turned around and said seriously: "This topic ends here."

Haitang smiled and nodded, saying, "Actually, I'm just curious about what kind of people will feel at ease when they meet a woman, and feel uncomfortable when they see a man. They think that the unmarried woman is a pearl, the married woman is a fish eyeball, the daughter's house is made of water, the man is made of mud, the woman is precious, and the man is a despicable..."

After a long list of words, Haitang stared at Fan Xian's Ningjing's eyes and said softly: "I'm very curious. Everyone in the world regards men as respected, so how could Mr. Fan have these views?"

Fan Xian smiled, without an answer.

Haitang suddenly bowed and said seriously: "Duoduo thanked the women in the world for Mr. Fan to write a biography for the boudoir and stood up for the women."

Fan Xian was silent for a little while and suddenly spoke, "I am different from most people in this world...."

After leaving the palace gate, Haitang was surprised to find that the Grand Tutor was still guarding outside the palace. When Fan Xian saw the Emperor's teacher, his expression was not strange. I think he knew it a long time ago.

Haitang bowed to the Taifu, then turned around and said to Fan Xian, "I'll give it to you the next day."

Fan Xian understood the meaning hidden in her words, nodded, and got on the Taifu's carriage.

Seeing the three carriages in front and behind gradually disappearing into the night of Shangjing, the bright eyes of the crabapple suddenly became chaotic. She thought about the last words of the handsome young official of the Southern Dynasty, who was different from others. Fan Xian was naturally different from others in the eyes of the world. But I don’t know where he thought he was different.

The carriage was parked outside a quiet courtyard, and the imperial guards responsible for the safety of the regiments learned that Fan Xian, a talented man from Southern Qi, had visited this everyone for the last time in Northern Qi. He thought of the hustle and bustle of night banquet poems passed down from all over the world, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, not knowing what Fan Xian had. But in this yard full of books, everyone naturally calmed down.

The tiger guards in the first carriage got out of the carriage and looked at each other with their eyes. They guarded several key barriers.

Fan Xian and the Taifu of the Northern Qi Dynasty walked down from the carriage. Although his attitude was not necessarily intimate, he seemed to have no hostility. Everyone felt a little relieved, but saw the Taifu, who had always been upright and upright, and Fan Xian said something softly, and the two of them pushed the door and went in.

Fan Xian waved his hand and signaled the tiger guards not to follow.

When he arrived outside a room in the yard, the tutor bowed deeply into the room, turned around and said calmly to Fan Xian: "Young Master Fan, the teacher is not in good health recently, please don't talk for too long."

Fan Xian bowed to the great scholar politely, sorted out his clothes, gently pushed open the wooden door, and at a glance, he could see an old man holding a small brush and painting something on the paper.

This old man is a master of scriptures in the world, and his students are all over the world. The Grand Tutor of the Northern Qi Dynasty and the Grand Grand Secretary of the Southern Qi Dynasty were both his favorite disciples. Before Fan Xian showed his strengths, no one could compare with him in academic research. Even after Fan Xian shamelessly took Guo Jingming in the palace to seek victory, no one would really think that apart from the way of poetry, Fan Xian had reached the other level in other aspects.

Because the old man's surname is Zhuang and Mo Han.

There were no servants or scholars in the house. Only the old man was writing in a loose robe. He occasionally frowned, stared at the paper, and looked around the pages of the book around him, as if he was looking for some evidence. Compared with the last year in Qingguo, Zhuang Mohan seemed to be much worse. Although his silver hair was still tightly tied, the old man spots next to his cheeks became heavier, revealing some unlucky signs.

Fan Xian didn't want to disturb him, so he walked behind him and turned his eyes to the desk. He suddenly found that the floor was placed on the desk, which was the Banxianzhai poems from Danbo Bookstore! And the blank pages of the poems were already filled with many notes. Could it be that this literary master of the world was actually writing notes for his collection of poems he "recited"?!

Zhuang Mohan pointed to the second half of the poem, "Once the vast sea was hard to be water, but Wushan was not clouds" and kept lit the pages. His lips slightly opened and he said with some pain: "It is not clear, it is not clear, it is just the beauty of words and confrontation. The second half of the sentence is not clear, it really does not clear. Tell me, what does this mean?"

After a little silence, Fan Xian's soft voice sounded: "Wushan is a sacred mountain in the extreme south. It is clouds and mist all year round. It is morning clouds and rains in the evening. Anyone who has seen this scene and clouds, then looks at any high sky and white fog in the world, will be lazy to take it. These two words are the following two sentences. It is purely about loyalty in love."

"So that's it..." Zhuang Mohan smiled wryly and pointed at a thick book in a corner of the Kuoda Book Case: "I can naturally guess this meaning, but I can't find this scripture. I searched through this mountain and sea overview, but I didn't find the cloudy Wushan. It turned out to be a sacred mountain at the extreme south. No wonder I don't know."

Seeing that he did not suspect that he was making up, Fan Xian knew that the old man was really a gentle and tolerant person, he smiled slightly and stepped forward to grind the ink for him. He saw that he copied his explanation in the blank of the pages of the book with very detailed small regular script. Zhuang Mohan's regular script is also famous all over the world. He is honest and pure and does not judge it as a second person, but Fan Xian looked at it today, and the old man's hands were a little trembling.

"When King Chen was having a banquet for Pingle in the past, he ate a lot of wine and joking... What is this allusion?" Zhuang Mohan continued to ask without looking at him.

Fan Xian was embarrassed and thought of a collection of poems. He specifically deleted Li Bai's poem to drink. Why did the old comrade ask himself again?

Zhuang Mohan sighed and said, "I have never forgotten my eyes since I was a child, but I have never forgotten my ears. I can't help but feel a little proud. That day, you spoke poetry like a river and sea, which made me feel a little hurt... "The old man laughed at himself: "But it was thanks to this skill that I remembered so many poems you said. Later, the collection of Banxianzhai poetry was released. I found that there were many fewer poems. I don't know what you, a child, thought."

When Fan Xian heard Zhuang Mohan call him his child, he felt a little strange in his heart. He coughed twice and explained: "King Chen is a prince named Cao. He once held a banquet in Pingle..."

"The prince surnamed Cao?" Zhuang Mohan raised his head, with a hint of disconfidence in his muddy eyes, "But... after a thousand years, no royal family of the dynasty has been named Cao."

Fan Xian sighed in his heart and persuaded him: "I don't have to worry about it anymore when I'm talking nonsense."

"That won't work!" Zhuang Mohan was really stubborn in some aspects. He flipped through all the poems he had handwritten, pointed to one of them and said, "Xiao Xie is clear in the middle, who is this Xiao Xie?"

Fan Xian's face turned pale and then responded after a while: "Xiao Xie is a poor scholar who wrote a storybook. Although his writing is vulgar and has not been passed down from generation to generation, he is still famous in the market."

"That……"

I don’t know how long it took, but when Fan Xian felt that he had gone to poverty and had no life, Zhuang Mohan finally sighed, rubbed the corners of his eyes, threw his pen into the inkstone, and said sadly: “The oil was gone and the lamp was dry, it was not as good as when I was studying in the past.”

After entering the house, the two of them did not say hello and then joined this absurd work. Until this time, Fan Xian rolled up his sleeves and lowered them, bowed politely, and said, "I have seen everyone in Zhuang, but I don't know what advice is the old man Zhao Wansheng coming."

The room became quiet. After a long time, Zhuang Mohan suddenly trembled with Lao Lao's body and bowed deeply to Fan Xian reluctantly.

Fan Xian was shocked and forgot to help him. What kind of identity is this old man? He is the master of the Northern Qi emperor, so how could he come to worship him?

Zhuang Mohan was already getting up, his face full of smiles emanating from wrinkles: "Last year, I met in Qingguo, and it has been a year since then. I have been the first to do my life. Last year, I framed Lord Fan in Qingguo and am uneasy. I have been asking Lord Fan to come here today, and I am going to make a special apology."

Fan Xian was silent. Of course, he knew that Zhuang Mohan had given up his face for decades and traveled thousands of miles south to be a villain, all because of the release of Sean in the agreement. This was the love of brotherhood - what he lacked the most at the moment.

"Sean is dead." Fan Xian looked at the old man in front of him who suddenly looked much thinner for a year, and opened his thin lips slightly and said these four words.

Zhuang Mohan smiled and looked at him without saying anything.

Fan Xian also smiled, knowing that he was a little redundant. After all, the other party was an old Taoist figure who had been in this world for decades. He had a deep foundation in the Northern Qi country. How could he not know about this big event?

"People always die." Zhuang Mohan seemed to be saying this to himself, or to Fan Xian: "So you have to live well. The way of living like my brother is really meaningless. He killed countless people, but ended up like this..."

Fan Xian disagreed with this statement and said, "This world is a golden belt for killing and setting fire, building bridges and paving roads without corpses."

Zhuang Mohan shook his head: "You don't want to be such a person."

It’s not that they can’t, but that they don’t have two words in a direct way. If any outsider stands in this room at this time, hears the conversation between Zhuang Mohan and Fan Xian, and sees their natural and unfair expressions, they will be a little strange. The experiences and life differences between these two people are too far apart, and the only time they meet is a conspiracy. These two people can express their attitude in the most direct words.

Perhaps, this is the so-called power of books.

"Why don't you?" Fan Xian's eyebrows were a little chilled.

"I'm very confident." Zhuang Mohan suddenly laughed. There was a deep sadness hidden in his smile, "I'm confident that I'm much happier than my brother."

Fan Xian stared into his eyes: "But you should know that without Sean, maybe you would never have been able to gain the status you are now."

Zhuang Mohan stared at his eyes: "But you are not clear enough. When death gradually comes, you will find that power, status and wealth are actually just passing clouds."

Fan Xian replied calmly and persistently: "No, when death comes, you may regret your life, you have experienced nothing. You have enjoyed nothing... You just have something that ordinary people can never have in this life, so when Hua grows old, he will feel something."

Zhuang Mohan shook his head helplessly: "You are still young and have never smelled the deeper breath of death around you day after day. How could you know what you will think then?"

"I know." Fan Xian repeated mechanically: "Believe me, I know that feeling."

Zhuang Mohan seemed a little tired and didn't want to continue the topic. He turned to it: "I didn't expect that a person who could write such a rebellious text as the Stone Book is still the turbid thing in his own writing."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that something like this could fly faster than a bird."

Zhuang Mohan suddenly revealed a hint of concern in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Fan, you should be careful after returning to China. The Stone Record... There are many taboos."

Fan Xian was silent, and he also knew this, but when he was young, he was very frivolous and could not bear to have those words lost the opportunity to appear in this world, so he wrote them out casually. Now in the officialdom, he naturally understood that it would be too easy for someone to find allusions from it. Moreover, there was another coincidence in this matter with Fan Xian himself, so he could not help but be cautious. It was a pity that the Emperor of Northern Qi was also a popular fan, so he naturally could not hide this matter.

But Zhuang Mohan should not care so much about himself, which is something that Fan Xian is a little confused.

Zhuang Mohan seemed to guess what he was thinking and said with a smile: "I would like to ask Lord Fan today. In addition to apologizing for guilt and comforting myself, I also want to thank you."

"Thank you?" Fan Xian frowned. He didn't think the other party knew that he had extended Sean's life for one day.

"Thank you for the scholars in the world." Zhuang Mohan looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Fan first entered the Supervisory Office and exposed the disadvantages of the Spring Examination of Qingguo. This incident affected the world. Your Majesty also had the idea of ​​rectifying the imperial examination. My actions will benefit many poor scholars. My achievements will last for thousands of years. I may not take me in my eyes, but for the sake of emotion and reason, I will thank you for the scholars in the world."

Fan Xian raised his lips and smiled with a self-deprecating smile: "Exposing the bad things? They are all about scholars, can you thank you?"

Zhuang Mohan did not laugh, his eyes were a little unsightly in the turbid state. This time, Sean returned to China, but he did not make any great efforts. The most important thing was that he did not want to put the entire court into turmoil because of this matter, but he knew that this world was not composed of scholars, including politicians, conspirators, and warriors. Their methods of handling matters sometimes seemed more direct and wild.

He glanced at Fan Xian and was about to say something. But when he thought of the internal affairs of Northern Qi after all, there was no need to tell him.

After a long time, Fan Xian left the yard where Zhuang Mohan lived, and then he never came again in his life.

The heat is full of heat. Although the hottest days of the year should have passed long ago in the month, Northern Qi is located in the northeast of the mainland. It seems particularly hot in autumn. The common drizzle in late spring and early summer has long been gone. Only the white sun above the head, which is frivolous and cruel, forcing people to take off their clothes until they can no longer take them off.

Outside the south gate of the capital, a bright yellow geography disappeared into the city gate. The blue-gray ancient city wall immediately became the most conspicuous existence in the eyes of everyone outside the city.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at that place, feeling very uneasy. The Emperor Majesty actually came to send the Qing State mission in person, which was absolutely unruly. No matter how the ministers of Northern Qi dissuaded, they still did not stop them. So he had to come a large number of high-ranking officials and powerful officials, and even the Taifu went out of the city to send him off, giving him enough face to the Nanqing Mission.

The emperor and Fan Xian held hands and chatted with family-like words, and they were obsessed with things like the Stone Records. I don’t know how many ministers attracted the attention of many ministers. Finally, the strange emperor was invited back. At this time, only the officials of Northern Qi and the guard of ceremonies outside the city. Fan Xian glanced and saw Wei Hua, but did not see Changning Hou, nor did Shen Chong.

He felt his back was wet, and he didn't know if he was scared by the emperor or the sun.

The auspicious time has not arrived, so the delegation cannot leave. He glanced at the most gorgeous carriage in front of the team. The princess of the Northern Qi Dynasty was in the carriage at this time. She just glanced at it from afar. She could vaguely see that she was a beautiful noble man, but she didn't know what her personality was. But Fan Xian was not worried about the journey back to China this time. After experiencing the matter of Haitang, Fan Xian became more confident about his ability to get along with the woman.

A breeze passed by, which made Fan Xian feel relaxed. He pulled the buttons tightly, thinking that there was such a gentle breeze in this ghost weather? Turning around, Wang Qinian was hitting the side and fanning, with reluctance and sadness on his face.

Fan Xian couldn't help laughing and scolded, "It's only a year. Why are you crying and doing it? My wife and children in the family will naturally take care of me, so don't worry."

When the mission left, Yan Bingyun naturally had to follow him back. As a result, the Qing State Supervision Bureau immediately had no leading figures in the secret spy network in the Northern Qi State. Therefore, the Supervision Bureau made an internal discussion to ask Wang Qinian to stay in Shangjing as the permanent residence of the Northern Qi State of Honglu Temple in Qing State, and temporarily led the matters in the northern region. After half a year, officials were sent to take over in the secret areas of the court.

As a sage, Fan Xian has a special identity in the courtyard. Such things do not require the procedures of the Kyoto yamen, so he simply settled it. However, Wang Qinian did not expect that he would not go back with the mission, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy and disappointed. Although he knew that this experience would be of great benefit to the promotion of local officials in the future, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, if you don't listen to you for a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over." Wang Qinian looked at Fan Xian reluctantly.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Don't conflict with the Northern Qi side. Mingzhe will protect himself. I will welcome you in Kyoto in a year." In fact, he was used to having such a supporting actor around him. The key is that Wang Qinian was his only confidant in the courtyard. It's a pity that because he was preparing to deal with the eldest princess, he had to stay in Northern Qi.

While speaking, a horse suddenly drove out of the city gate. Seeing that the person on the horse was not an official, he dressed like a servant, which attracted the attention of all officials. He thought that the guards were on guard were early, how could a commoner be allowed to come here in the yamen of Shangjing Jiucheng?

Fan Xian's eyes were sharp, but he saw the Taifu standing in the first place in the farewell party with a look of sadness in his eyes.

The horse rode directly before the team. The servant immediately got off the horse, and he cried to the ear of the Taifu and said something, handed the Taifu a cloth scroll, and then pointed to the city gate behind.

The tutor shook his body, not knowing what was stimulating. Looking at the carriage slowly coming from the city gate, he shook his head sadly, turned to look at Fan Xian, but his eyes were a little surprised.

He took a deep breath and walked towards Fan Xian. Fan Xian didn't know what happened, so he quickly dismounted and greeted him with some anxiety. He took the cloth handed over by the Grand Tutor, and opened it nervously. He saw that it was a collection of poems. The slightly winding old handwriting on the pages was written with a few words:

"Banxianzhai Poetry Collection: Notes from Laozhuang"

The Grand Tutor looked at Fan Xian with mixed feelings and said, "This is what the sir gave to the adults." At this point, his tone couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.
Chapter completed!