Chapter 99: Handkerchief thrown away on the ancient road of Changting Pavilion

Fan Xian held the poem scroll in his hand and didn't know what to say for a moment. When he met Zhuang Mohan the night before, he didn't expect that it would be the last time. Although he had already discovered that Zhuang Mohan's spirit was not as good as last year, he never expected that this generation of literary leaders would say goodbye to the world so suddenly.

Zhuang Mohan's last words were to hand over the results of his last work in his life to Fan Xian, and the hidden meaning was not simple.

At this time, the officials who were seeing him off in the capital gradually learned the amazing news. A sense of sorrow began to permeate the official road, and more officials in the Northern Qi Dynasty turned their eyes to Fan Xian, with alertness, resentment, and a hint of suspicion.

Fan Xian understood what the people of Northern Qi were thinking. The only stain in Zhuang Mohan's life was that he had stained it with his own hands. But at this time, the man had passed away, and his heart was a little sad, and subconsciously filtered all the complex-looking eyes.

While thinking, the carriage at the city gate finally drove over very hard. In the eyes of the officials, the carriage was slightly deformed and made a squeaking sound. It can be imagined that the carriage must be carrying very heavy things. The servant who came to report to the front of the banker led Fan Xian to the carriage and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Fan, Master, please take this carriage back to the south and keep it forever."

Before everyone could wake up from the news of Zhuang Mohan's death, they watched this scene, and were sad and couldn't help but feel curious. Zhuang Mohan was still obsessed with what he wanted to give to Fan Xian when he was dying.

The sun was dazzling. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and lifted the thick curtain of the carriage, but he still couldn't stop being shaken by the things inside.

There is a Yan Ruyu in the book. There is a golden house in the book, and there is a thousand bells of millet in the book.

Although there are no beautiful jewelry in the carriage, Fan Xian was still a little surprised and moved. This was a book on the carriage. It was supposed to be Zhuang Mohan's collection of this life. With the old man's status and status, you can guess that it was some extremely rare and lonely books that were hard to see without reading.

The banker and the housekeeper respectfully handed over a booklet and said, "Mr. Fan, this is a book compiled by the master himself, and the following are precautions for preserving books."

Fan Xian sighed, put down the curtain, picked up the book and read it carefully. In today's era, although printing has made great progress, printing books is still a great thing. Not to mention such a whole carriage. Thinking of the old man's behavior of giving books, he felt a little moved. At this time, he heard the servant say sadly: "The master gave the books of the adults, and I hope the adults can save them well."

Fan Xian knew that this sentence was his own opinion, but he bowed sincerely and said solemnly: "Please rest assured, even if I, Fan Xian, die, these books will continue to be passed down in this world."

At this time, the officials of Northern Qi around had already surrounded him and saw clearly that the carriage was piled with books. These officials were all figures from the imperial examination field. How could they not know how precious this carriage of books were? No one expected that when the Zhuang people died, they would hand over these precious books that they had been pursuing for their entire lives to officials of the Southern Dynasty. They were shocked and a little jealous.

The Grand Tutor understood what his mentor meant, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Giving a book is just a manifestation, and Zhuang Mohan even used this behavior to express his attitude. This is not only a simple gift, but also a symbolic inheritance. No matter how proud the civil servants of the Northern Qi Dynasty were, from now on, it is impossible to ignore Fan Xian's existence. Fan Xian's status in the minds of scholars all over the world finally had some kind of ritual recognition.

Fan Xian turned his head and looked at the Grand Tutor, and said sincerely: "It is reasonable and reasonable. I should go back to the city to worship for a while before I can feel at ease."

The Taifu still had unhidden sadness in his eyes. He was thinking about returning to the city to knock on the spirits, and he didn't even think too much. In addition, Fan Xian offered to worship, which made him feel a little comforted, so he agreed to this invitation. Unexpectedly, Wei Hua, the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple, came to the two of them, bowed a lot and said in a deep voice: "There is a sadness in the world when the sir is gone, but the Taifu, Lord Fan, the mission schedule has been set and the ceremonial guard has already begun, so he must not return to the city again."

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian raised his eyes and looked at the blue-gray underground city in Shangjing. He seemed to see some light purple light floating in the sky above. He sorted out his clothes, bent down deeply in the direction of the city, bowed to the end, and performed a ceremony as an outer disciple.

The Grand Tutor was slightly surprised and knew that Fan Xian was performing his disciples' gift, which was enough for the rest of the storm last year. He used his respectful behavior to set up the monument of the Zhuangma. He felt a little comforted in his heart and replied with a gift next to him.

The sound of the cannons, but I don’t know whether it’s a farewell or a soul-suming soul. Sliced ​​pieces of paper are flying all over the sky, and the slightly pungent smell of smoke disappeared in a moment, and it is like the impermanence of this world.

The missionary convoy slowly moved and headed west along the official road. The ministers of Northern Qi behind the convoy watched the Southern Dynasty's convoy leave, and looked at the heavy book-carrier leaving. They couldn't help but sigh in unison, then tidied up their clothes, returned to the mansion with a sad face, and rushed to the Zhuang Home Mansion. It seemed that the Empress Dowager and Your Majesty had arrived at this time, and no one dared to neglect them. The Grand Tutor and several Grand Secretary Zhuang Mohan taught him were already crying and almost passed away.

The convoy continued to move forward. After the majestic walls of Shangcheng gradually disappeared from the dense forests of the mountains and forests, they arrived at the first station outside Shangcheng. According to the rules, a large number of people returned to the country to serve the bride and a gift group to settle here for a night and continue moving forward tomorrow. Fan Xian slowly got off the horse and walked forward. When he passed the carriage loading, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at it, but he resisted the desire to go up.

He walked to the gorgeous carriage painted with gold paint and red color, bowed and asked respectfully, "I have arrived at the post station, please rest."

I don’t know how long it took, a faint voice came from the carriage: “…Please let me do it myself, I want to sit alone for a while.”

This was the first time Fan Xian heard the voice of this eldest princess. He could not help but feel a little strange when he heard the sound slightly hoarse. Then he saw the curtains of the carriage lifted up, and a palace maid came down with red eyes and walked to him and said softly: "Your Highness is a little uncomfortable, Lord Fan, please wait."

Fan Xian asked with concern: "Your Highness's daughter's body is naturally unbearable to travel a long distance, so it's also necessary to rest more."

The palace maid looked at the handsome face of the Southern Dynasty. Somehow she developed an inexplicable sense of trust in him and said softly: "The princess was once learned from the Zhuangzi. Today she got this news, so she was a little sad."

Fan Xian then realized that he could not help but feel a hint of sympathy when he looked at the carriage. The princess was not an arrogant person, but she cried because of her kindness. It was just that Zhuang Mohan passed away in the city. The princess was in the carriage and could not go to worship. It was indeed a very sad thing to be in the imperial family.

He sighed, wondering if he had thought of his life experience. He gave a few instructions to the palace maid, then called the Tiger Guard and the backbone members of the mission, arranged the current matters before he walked into the station alone.

The post station knew that the team and mission to send off the brides had to pass here. It had been very clean and had been handled in a very clean manner. All the tools were handled according to the rules of the palace. After a brief inspection, Fan Xian walked through the main room and quietly left the back door. His figure disappeared in the large area of ​​sorghum above the top of the man behind the post station.

After a while, most of the people in the land had already entered the post station, and the officials temporarily sent by the Ministry of Rites were very busy. Naturally, no one noticed Fan Xian's whereabouts.

Outside the post station, there were two carriages without people, one was the carriage of the Grand Princess. Everyone knew that the Highness was sad and naturally did not dare to disturb him. For the officials of Northern Qi, the other carriage was the handsome demon outside, and they would not pay attention to it. Only the Tiger Guard and the Officials of the Supervision Bureau who were left by Fan Xian were guarding the two carriages with great vigilance.

The curtain of the latter carriage was lifted a small corner. One looked extremely white and cold, and the official of the Supervision Bureau next to the car immediately walked over. He asked in a low voice, "Sir Yan, what are you asking?"

In the corner of the curtain, Yan Bingyun's handsome but particularly cold face appeared. He only heard him whisper: "Where have you been?"

The only person who could make him call him a master was Fan Xian in the mission. The official from the Supervision Bureau glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "I don't know."

Yan Bingyun frowned, as if there was something wrong to speak. After hesitating for a while, he finally said softly: "Along the way, is there a woman who likes to wear a light green shirt to follow the convoy? She likes to ride a big red-haired horse."

The official of the Supervision Bureau shook his head, Yan Bingyun had no expression on his face, and put down the curtain, confirming that Miss Shen did not take the risk to see her, and her mood became a little relaxed, but for some reason, after relaxing, she was a little dim again.

Outside the sorghum land is a lonely pavilion. Next to the pavilion is an ancient road that has been abandoned for many years. There is a carriage parked on the ancient road, and two girls stand in the parking lot.

A gust of wind passed, and the sorghum was slightly chaotic. Fan Xian walked out of it, stepped slowly into the pavilion, looked at the extremely plump girl's house with soft eyes, and said softly: "I didn't expect that when I entered Beijing, I would be leaving when I could really talk."

Lili Si blessed him slightly, his voice trembling slightly: "I've seen an adult."

Fan Xian did not continue to speak, but just glanced at Haitang next to him. Haitang smiled and inserted his hands into his pocket. He had a little bit of a broken ground under the pavilion. He had already floated away, leaving the pavilion to this strange man and woman.

As soon as Haitang came out of the pavilion, the gentleness on Fan Xian's face disappeared without a trace. He looked at Lili Si and said seriously: "After entering the palace, you must be careful everything. The Queen Mother is not a simple role. It is not that easy for you to hide it from her."

Lili Si glanced at him, and a gentle and lingering feeling gradually appeared in his eyes. He said softly: "Just just ask me to be careful, there is nothing else to say?"

Fan Xian smiled, but did not go up to hug her weak shoulders and said, "Since you insist on staying in Northern Qi, why do you want to soften my heart now? Could it be that you women who are all happy to tease us, the turbid things?"

Lili Si smiled faintly, not as weak as before Haitang, and said, "Isn't this the same thing? Although the little woman insisted on staying in Northern Qi, you said so first, are you afraid that I would ask you to take me back to Kyoto?"

A trace of joke flashed through Fan Xian's pupils and said, "Miss may be the lord of the Northern Qi harem, why bother with me?"

Lili Si also laughed: "It's good to have a place to stay in the palace, so how dare you hope so much?"

Fan Xian shook his head and suddenly said, "Like, you are a little different from other women in this world."

Si Lili said with a oh, and then replied calmly: "Maybe it is because Lili has traveled all over the world since childhood. She has been to many places, and is always more presumptuous than those women who only stay in the house with embroidery and poetry all day long."

Fan Xian was silent, knowing that what she said really makes sense. In today's world, ordinary women only have the place to sit at home. Few people have experiences like Lili and have the freedom of Haitang. He turned his head and looked at Haitang's disappearance. He said in a serious tone: "I believe in your ability, but I still want to warn you not to underestimate those seemingly old and stupid people."

The atmosphere in the pavilion seemed a little stagnant. After a long time, Si Lili was deeply blessed. He lowered his head, danced lightly in the wind, and said softly: "Maybe the adults don't believe it, but Lili is indeed happy to talk to the adults. It's like in the carriage when he came."

Fan Xian looked at her and didn't know how much the woman said was true or false.

Lili smiled slightly, and her beautiful face looked extremely charming: "Sir, Lili is very grateful for detoxifying me on the way. This sentence...is true."

"I am not Chen Pingping." Fan Xian said: "I believe that even if it is a conflict of interests, it can be achieved in a more gentle way. And I don't want the emperor of Northern Qi to be poisoned because of you... Of course, now it seems that Chen Pingping's plan has no hope of success from the beginning."

Lili's cheeks were slightly red, knowing that the man closest to him in front of him had guessed something.

Fan Xian continued to whisper: "The girl will have to live in the palace in the future. She has a great identity. No matter how long the inspector's hands and feet are, she cannot control you. Therefore, whether the agreement between you and me is valid depends on your and my wishes."

Lili Si said seriously: "Please rest assured, sir."

Fan Xian looked at the beautiful girl's eyebrows and suddenly felt a little dazed. After calming down, he said, "You are waiting for news in the north and be careful of safety. I guess someone will avenge you for avenge in your family."

Lili Si suddenly raised her head and looked at Fan Xian in disbelief. Fan Xian ignored the surprise in her eyes, took a note from her sleeve, and said, "Contact me through this person, remember it and ruin it."

Fan Xian suddenly smiled and said, "I can allow you to give up the agreement between us, but I will not accept you betray me. This contact is a single line, and even if you sell him to Northern Qi, it is useless, so you'd better not take risks."

Seeing the young adult's strange sweet smile, Lili Li felt a little frightened. For some reason, she was a little scared and nodded quickly.

"Also, if..." Fan Xian was silent for a little while, and suddenly spoke: "If there is one day when you don't want to stay in the Northern Qi Palace, let me know and I will deal with this matter."

"Thank you, sir." Si Lili lowered her head and thanked her weakly. The thanks finally showed a hint of sincerity and reluctance, because after she knew the thanks, she was about to leave, and said with a slight sad look: "I don't know when I will meet again after this parting. Whenever I think about this, Lili can't help but feel heartbroken."

After saying this, Lili Si resolutely turned around and left the pavilion, leaving only Fan Xian, who was frowning deeply behind, was still thinking about the meaning hidden in the four words "heartbroken".

Seeing the carriage gradually leaving along the abandoned ancient road, Fan Xian had no expression on his face, but he sighed deep in his heart, then punched the pillar of the pavilion, making a snap. Li Ting was disrepair for a long time and was already shaking. At this time, he was punched by Fan Xian, and even more clattered.

A figure floated down from the pavilion. Isn’t Haitang or who is it? The Haitang girl landed gently beside Fan Xian and said with a wry smile: “Duoduo didn’t overheard anything.”

"If you are eavesdropping," Fan Xian said, "I will become a mute."

Haitang smiled and said, "Mr. Fan is going to leave Daqi now. I don't know when we will meet."

Fan Xian thought of his sister in Kyoto's family and couldn't help but sigh and said, "I don't think it will take long... Where did your famous teacher go?" He suddenly changed the topic, "It's a pity that I came to Beiqi but did not visit this great master."

After thinking about it, Haitang decided not to hide this matter and said softly: "Three days before the Southern Dynasties' mission entered Beijing, the teacher received a piece of wood and left Shangjing. No one knew where he went, including the Queen Mother and me."

"During the days when I went to Beijing, you have hidden a lot of things for me." Fan Xian looked at the lonely wilderness tree at the end of the ancient road, "I really want to thank you for this, so... Regarding the issue of goods in the north, I am currently talking to Mr. Changning. If your emperor needs to borrow money from me, Shen Zhong must be solved. This person seems ordinary, but is actually a very powerful person."

Haitang was silent for a while and said, "This is the secret between you and me."

Fan Xian looked at her extremely bright eyes and said word by word: "In this world, except for my brother-in-law, I rarely see pure fools. How many people do you think we can hide secrets from? Duoduo, you have helped me a lot in secret during this trip to Northern Qi. Don't think that your senior brother won't notice it."

Haitang frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "What I want to say is that since you and the emperor are about to get rid of the shadow of the empress dowager, you cannot just rely on the struggles in the palace, nor can you just rely on me, an outsider, to provide much money. After all, Northern Qi is a great country in the world. If you want to master it completely, you will not be able to handle it in just a few years."

Haitang raised his lips and smiled: "I think Mr. Fan may have misunderstood something."

"Oh?" Fan Xian smiled. "What are you worried about?"

Haitang seemed to be talking about another topic: "I am a good student who respects teachers and values ​​the truth."

Fan Xian suddenly spoke, "Zhuang Mohan is dead."

Zhuang Mohan is widely regarded as a student in the world and is highly respected by the world. Apart from the incident last year, moral articles are impeccable. Even Haitang respects the old man very much. However, she has been waiting for the mission in the suburbs of Beijing today, so she did not know the news of the old man's death. When she heard the news, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of shock and a bit of sadness on her face. She didn't know how to speak.

For a moment, there was a few more desolate feeling in the empty space of Li Pavilion.

After a long time, Fan Xian broke the silence: "Sean is dead, Zhuang Mohan is dead, and the big shots of those days will gradually grow old and die. Even if you are a good student who respects teachers and values, I think you should be prepared for that day."

Haitang stared into his eyes: "The adults seem to be suggesting something."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I understand very well. Young people have a strong desire to be the master of their own country."

Haitang smiled and slightly dispelled the sadness after the death of everyone in Chuwenzhuang: "Why do many heavy things seem much easier to say when you say them? Why do many dark things become extremely bright as soon as you explain them?"

"Because the night gives us black eyes, I want to use it to find light."

Haitang tilted his head slightly and said, "Remember you mean you want to use it to... roll your eyes at the world."
To be continued...