Chapter 42 Night Outside Kyoto

"Do you remember that I used a black punch to hit Guo Baokun last year, and Kyoto Mansion wanted to ask me about the case?"

"Remember."

"Do you remember that the Ministry of Justice wants to ask me about the case this year?"

"Remember." Fan Sizhe looked at him with some confusion, thinking to himself that his brother said this, was he still trying to remind himself of the majesty of Qinglu? But the problem is that these two cases were left unresolved in the end, which only proves that in places like Qingguo, power is still above the law, and it is obviously a negative teaching material.

Fan Xian smiled, patted his butt, and said, "In both times, you always beat the official account with a stick... Although it is mainly because of your arrogant and domineering personality, you always have a friendship with me, a brother who has been with him for less than two years. I believe I am not wrong with this."

Fan Sizhe had scars on his buttocks, biting his lower lip in pain and said, "Then you were so cruel before!"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "One of the time, I'm really angry. I'm not hiding this from you. Secondly, if you don't beat you up, how can you make the people in Kyoto really believe that our Fan family style is still rigorous in the future? Half of the show, half of it."

Fan Sizhe suddenly said in a daze: "Brother, what is so important in the north... is it really left to me?"

Fan Xianying said: "You can prove your ability first."

Fan Sizhe gritted his teeth, showed a look of fanatical expression, and said with hatred: "Finish! I can definitely do it."

Fan Xian nodded, looked at the Honggong Man from the Moon Tower who was sleeping beside his younger brother, and raised his eyebrows and said, "When I was chasing the building yesterday, I found that this woman really had some affection for you... I am your brother, of course I know that your heart is very hard and ruthless, but when it is time to be soft, you can also soften it. Maybe you will find that life is much more interesting."

Fan Sizhe was still young after all. He was a man and a woman for the first time, and his face turned a little embarrassed and red, and he responded.

The two brothers said something in the carriage. At this time, the carriage paused slightly. When they knew it was time to break up, Fan Xian shook his head and said, "This is a difficult situation. Although you must still be resentful to me, I think you will understand my good intentions in the future... As for my father, you should not have any resentment. You should know that in this world, besides your parents and brothers, it is difficult for anyone to treat you sincerely. You were expelled from Kyoto at a young age. Aunt Liu is naturally sad, and my father is afraid that he will not live a good life."

Fan Sizhe nodded with a sad expression, and looked at Fan Xian's figure walking off the carriage, thinking about the future, his heart was empty, and his eyes were filled with tides, and he felt indescribable.

"Brother, pick me up earlier."

Fan Xian's figure as he walked off the carriage froze and replied, "Don't worry. I will get everything done soon."

Looking at the carriage gradually disappearing into the night, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel dazed. He was not a good person, but why did he demand Sizhe to be a good person? Perhaps his previous explanation was correct. The relationship between people is really subtle. Wang Jingwei thought that he didn't want his son to be a traitor, and Hitler might prefer his son to paint.

Of course, these two people did not have the opportunity to show Fan Xian, but he had seen the decades of the two brothers Shawn and Zhuang Mohan, and he deeply agreed and felt very happy.

No one knows how much Shaun did for Zhuang Mohan secretly, but he kept hiding himself in the darkness and scrupulously jealous of his brothers and refused to recognize each other. This was already a great thing.

Zhuang Mohan was almost exhausted in his seventies or eighties, and his personal reputation had reached the peak of his life. In order to get out of trouble, he did not hesitate to abandon his life's beliefs and traveled thousands of miles to Nanqing to frame Fan Xian. The price he paid was not just as simple as it was on the surface, but completely abandoning the things Zhuang cherished the most.

It is very coincidental that Fan Xian was by his side before these two storied figures passed away.

Fan Xian looked at the carriage away and sighed in his heart. He didn't know if Sizhe would hold a grudge against him, nor did he know that in the distant future, if one day he fell into darkness like Sean, would Sizhe save him like Zhuang Mohan?

The night wind blew across the hills outside Kyoto. Fan Xian shook his head mockingly, thinking that with Sizhe's temperament, he would at most lose tens of thousands of taels of silver for himself... If the amount of this silver was greater, I'm afraid this greedy and cruel little guy would have to estimate it more.

Yan Bingyun stood beside him and suddenly said, "You are really a very hypocritical person."

Fan Xian asked with interest: "Why do you say that?"

"You use all the people around you, but it makes people feel like you are doing good for the other person..." Yan Bingyun's lips curled up slightly.

Fan Xian replied calmly: "You don't have brothers, so you can't understand this kind of relationship at all... I'm really doing it for his own good. Although the methods may be too excessive and the effect may not be good... But there is no way, my experience and ability can only achieve this level... At least, in the future, I can tell myself that I have done my duty as a brother in Sizhe's growth."

"This is exactly the second point I want to say." Yan Bingyun nodded, "You are still a very cruel person."

Fan Xian was silent, knowing that he would continue to talk.

"Young Master Fan is still young and the situation in the north is very complicated... You can cruelly expel him from Kyoto, let him disappear, and cut off the possibility of others threatening you. I think such a terrible move, even the Second Prince did not expect it." Yan Bingyun said coldly.

Fan Xian had no smile on his face, but asked, "How do you think a person should spend his whole life?"

This was the fourth time after Ruoru, Sizhe and Wan'er, Fan Xian asked Ostrovsky about his eternal questions.

Yan Bingyun was slightly stunned and shook his head: "I think it's very simple. As an official of the Supervision Bureau, I am loyal to Your Majesty, loyal to the country, enrich the country and strengthen the army, and unify the world."

"Unify the world?" Fan Xian said sarcastically: "What's the point?"

Yan Bingyun was stunned again. As the young generation of Qing Kingdom, he grew up in a period of rapid expansion of national power. He developed this idea from the bottom of his bones. He never thought about why he wanted to unify the world, and no one would ask this question. Today, Fan Xian suddenly asked a question, but he didn't know how to explain.

"The world is divided into three parts, and there are many small countries in it, and war is inevitable. The people are displaced... In this case, why not unify the world and eliminate the disaster of war forever?"

After thinking for a while, he tried to clarify his own ideas.

Fan Xian shook his head: "I never believe in the general trend of the world. If the division lasts for a long time, it will be united. If the unite lasts for a long time, it will be divided. Unification for hundreds of years, one is hundreds of years. If the divided kingdoms do not have the ambition to unify the world, where will the war come from? Great unification... is not a way to eliminate the way of bringing peace to war, but the fruit of tempting people all over the world. If everyone doesn't think so, wouldn't the world be peaceful?"

Yan Bingyun glanced at him and said sarcastically: "You are a very childish idea."

"I understand, too." Fan Xian sighed. "But when I was alive, I didn't want to see such things as war. There were about 400 people who died at the hands of the people in our yard in a year. In August, the river was short of dams, and tens of thousands of people were probably dead. If the war really began, in just a few months, I'm afraid that more than 100,000 people would die."

"Even if the conflict can be temporarily suppressed, it will not last long. One day the war will break out." Yan Bingyun sneered, "Even if you collect the four great masters as thugs in the future and forcefully suppress the ambitions between the royal family, what should you do after you die?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "After I die? After I die, even if the flood is flooded."

Louis XIV's most explicit declaration finally changed Yan Bingyun's face. He shook his head and sighed: "I thought you were a kind man hidden in the darkness. After hearing this, I realized that what I just said was quite polite... You are not only cruel, but also an extremely selfish person."

"Isn't you a misunderstanding? I told you last time. I'm not a saint." Fan Xian suddenly frowned and teased the other party, "But now it seems...it's okay...dangdang."

"A saint in charge of the Supervisory Office?" Yan Bingyun looked at him like a ghost.

"Then how do you plan to live your life?" Yan Bingyun asked a rare question like those false talkers in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

"I'm ready to live a good life." Fan Xian said nonsense. Then, without waiting for his response, he said with a smile: "This time Sizhe is going north, I really trouble you, father and son." To make a person unconsciously perceive the entire Qing Kingdom, apart from supervising the movements of officials from various counties and the Supervisory Office, which controls the foreign spy network, releases water everywhere, or even robs the custodians themselves, it is really impossible.

"You are my boss." Yan Bingyun replied directly.

Fan Xian understood his thoughts and said, "I will file this matter with the dean."

He continued, "Do you know? The last time the delegation left Beijing, the first night was the pine forest bandage camp under our feet..." He touched his nose and smiled self-deprecatingly: "There was a red apprentice in the delegation at that time. Si Zhe was expelled today. Although the situation was much more miserable than my situation at that time, I also kidnapped a red apprentice to accompany him. It seems that our brothers will not be lonely in their journey."

Yan Bingyun shook his head with a headache. It was difficult to adapt to Fan Xian's shameless face that only showed in front of his close subordinates and friends. So he turned to ask, "There is nothing to worry about now, what are you going to do?"

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "The other party is the prince. Do we really dare to kill him?"

Yan Bingyun said coldly: "I think you don't dare to do anything."

Fan Xian's heart moved slightly and said with a smile: "It seems that you are really a person who knows me... But don't worry, first make Hongcheng's reputation smell bad, then make the second brother's subordinates to force the Cui family."
Chapter completed!