Chapter 60 Love letter

There have never been many people staying in the house next to the Shunmatsu Road in Kyoto. The main task here is to pass on Fan Xian's orders and receive the news sent by King Kei Nian from the north. Si Lili's younger brother and others live in the wing room, leaving Fan Xian's room for doing business, so naturally there is no habit of making fires.

Although I knew that Lord Tisi was coming today, someone had already fired the stove in advance, but there was a lot of coldness in the room, and it was still impossible to dissipate for a while. Fan Xian sat in a wheelchair, feeling the coldness in the room, couldn't help but sneer, and smiled bitterly: "I can't even bear to live with a stove... Is the yard so poor?"

Deng Ziyue was baking the inkstone on the stove and asked his subordinates to make some hot water to moisten the frozen brush. He listened to the adult's words and said with a wry smile: "Sir, I've been doing a lot these days and I've been hurt again. I don't have a good time to come here today."

After finally struggling, Fan Xian supported his head and watched Deng Ziyue grinding the ink block on the warm inkstone with the slightest, mixing it with warm water. It took a while to grind some juice.

Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction. The new confidant's water-melting skills seemed to be less than that of the imperial physician. He put the moist brush into the inkstone, dipped it in some ink, and wrote a few words on the snow-white paper... Damn, the ink actually frozen again!

"What the hell is this weather!" Fan Xian was furious and threw a burnt wood-like brush on the table, cursing: "Why haven't you seen Leng like this at home?"

Deng Ziyue felt a cold wind blowing around the room, and replied carefully: "The stove in the mansion is much better. When I bought this yard, I didn't have these, and I didn't even have time to heat up the kang."

"I'm not sleeping here again." Fan Xian said annoyedly: "You, Lao Wang, are all those who are stinging to death... They gave Wang Qinian one thousand taels of silver. He only spent 120 taels to buy such a broken yard... Do I want to freeze to death?"

Deng Ziyue had some sympathy for his ex-girl who was far away in Northern Qi and was scolded by Lord Tisi every day. Xiaoyi persuaded him: "The victory lies in tranquility."

"It's not just quiet." Fan Xian glanced at him and said hatefully: "This is called Qinghan! If the ministers in the capital saw it, I'm afraid I really think our Supervision Office is a Qingshui Yamen."

He had several important letters to write today, but he didn't care about so much, so he tried hard to use a brush. But he still couldn't do it. After a few twists and turns, he finally gave up and slapped the desk and shouted: "Give that pen to me!"

Deng Ziyue was procrastinating for a long time and finally took out a pen from his close-fitting clothes and handed it to Fan Xiandi, but he looked cautious and said, "This money is expensive. I heard that there is not much inventory in the inner warehouse, so I save some money."

Fan Xian snatched him up and looked at him with great contempt, thinking that it was just a pencil, what should I do with such a precious thing? When I go to Jiangnan, I will find a few graphite mines. The pencil business in the Neiku will naturally start again. At that time, I will call the Neiku to make two baskets for you to carry, one basket for you to write until you die, and one basket for you to throw and play along the street!

The pencil slid on the snow-white paper, like a beauty's toes dancing on the smooth ice surface, occasionally scratching a few traces of ice chips.

Deng Ziyue knew that Lord Tisi was writing a secret letter, so he had already gone out. In the cold study, Fan Xian was the only one who caught the broken pen and wrote. The mist spit out of his mouth flew away on the paper, looking a little weird.

The content of the letter is actually very charming. Although it is a secret letter from the Supervision Bureau, the matters in the letter are too important, and the pencil handwriting can be erased, so Fan Xian is not too relieved. The words he uses are relatively obscure, and important sentences such as time are used in code words.

The letter was sent to Wang Qinian, which read about the Cui family. The Cui family was persecuted in Kyoto. In order to help the second prince and Xinyang raise money, they had to transfer a large number of smuggled goods and arrived in Northern Qi. However, the channels there were not open, so there was a phenomenon of accumulation of goods.

At present, the goods accumulated by the Cui family from Xinyang and the northern warehouses can account for about one-sixth of the annual output of the internal warehouse!

From this proportion, we can see that the eldest princess has been so brave that she has been in control of the inner treasury over the years and is not ruthless in seeking personal gain.

The current situation is that Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun spent several months attacking the second prince and squeezing Cui. At this moment, he had to eat the other party in one bite and not even spit out a single bone.

The letter to Wang Qinian ended with a sentence: It’s time to eat.

Fan Xian sat in a wheelchair, slightly turned his head, and gently rubbed the wound on his chest, which was wrapped around the laces, which made him feel itchy. After writing a letter, his hands were already frozen a little stiff. Suddenly, he began to miss when he was in Danzhou, Sisi helped him copy books every day. When he copied books, the girl would put her hands in her arms to warm them, her tentacles were full, and her hands felt really good.

My heart was slightly swayed, and I picked up my pen and wrote again. This second letter was written to Haitang Duoduodi. However, when he was writing the letter, he held a dissolute heart in his heart, and his words in the letter became a little presumptuous, and occasionally moved.

Since the Northern Qi returned to China, his correspondence with Haitang has never been interrupted, and he has long been used to having such a pen pal in the north. After all, as powerful figures of the two major countries, it is very necessary to maintain a smooth channel of contact and is extremely beneficial to the future.

The letter talked about some recent gossips in Kyoto, Qing Dynasty. Of course, the Hanging Temple incident was also included. Although the assassination of the Emperor of Qing Dynasty shocked the world, and there were detailed reports on the Northern Qi Dynasty's Shangjing, as the person involved, he must be much more beautiful when telling this story than the Storyteller.

Later, he said something else, and secretly pointed it out in the words that he was about to attack the Cui family and let her cooperate with the little emperor who was ignorant of men and women. At the end of the letter, he copied a poem to prove that he was still as talented as usual.

"I came to moss to repay my kindness, but I did not make the best of my wealth and glory. The ancients died for my confidant, but only feared that my bones would be buried in the border. The old friends in the court did not miss me, and they were heavy fur and thick shoes floated with their thick tassels. The Fu heard that the north was even colder, and he didn't know how the people would live."

These were the last few sentences of Sima Guang's bitter cold walking. Fan Xian read it proudly. Rubbing his hands a little stiff, feeling that the poem he copied was too suitable, and the compassionate feeling between the lines would probably make Miss Haitang think about it for a long time - it would be unpaid for the little girl to death, which is exactly what he likes to do.

After confirming that there was nothing missing, he sealed the envelope and pressed the varnish. Suddenly, his heart moved. He always felt that his desire to tell was not fully satisfied. He always felt that he was facing an old friend and fell into silence for a moment when facing the girl who looked ordinary and shook like a village girl.

Then he spread out another piece of white paper, thought for a moment, and lifted his pen and wrote:

"Hello Duoduo. The letter before is considered a business, so I just talk about this. Today, the first snow in the fifth year of Qingli in Kyoto was in Kyoto, which came earlier than before. I think the snow was heavier and colder. That day, I saw a few plums at the corner of the fence in your vegetable garden. I wonder if those wintersweets had red spots to moisturize the monotonous face of the snow."

"Well, how are the ducks you raise? Be careful, don't freeze to death... I'm pretty normal here. Xiao Huang, Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are all raised in the farm outside Beijing. I heard that the guys there are offering these three fat cats as ancestors, so how can they raise problems?"

"I'm pretty good. I've eaten, slept, ate, and my family is very quiet. My sister has been busy in the Imperial Hospital these two days. I heard that it has become a rare scenery in Kyoto. Wan'er returned to Lin Mansion today. My cute brother-in-law probably has been neglected recently and has a bad temper. I wonder what you are doing at this time?"

Fan Xian wrote casually, as casual as he spoke, just like he was writing wherever he thought.

"By the way, my student named Shi opened a brothel. The business was good, especially the dishes were very exquisite. If you travel to Qingguo, I will accompany you to sit there. Ah. I suddenly thought that I forgot the name of the restaurant in Jing. But I still remember that the wine was good that day, and I talked a lot of nonsense to you, and I don't know how much you still remember."

"I read the first few letters you have written several times, and I always feel so sad. You are a saint, don't learn from those beautiful ladies. You always like to put some poems in the letter. Although I pretend to be a poet, I don't have the interest to correct the composition."

"Last time you said that Lili Si is doing well now... Well, don't talk about this kind of thing in the future. I have always held a grudge about this matter, and for some reason, I was especially troubled by hearing the news from her from your mouth."

"Duoduo, come to Qingguo for fun. My wife is also very curious about you... In addition, by the way, can you pass on the skills of Tianyidao to outsiders? I have suddenly become more interested in your practice methods recently."

This seemingly natural question deeply reveals Fan Xian’s shamelessness and treacherousness deep in his heart.

"The snow outside the window seems to be getting heavy. The young man outside the house is still chopping wood. The young man is always passionate. But although I am still young, for some reason, I am a little old in my heart. Looking at the people and things around me, it is always difficult to get excited. I am tired and bored... The wind and snow outside are howling, maybe it is urging me to write, then okay, let's just come here. The stove in the room is too broken and the temperature cannot rise. Although I still want to talk to you, I always feel that there is no need to be right against God's coldness... In addition, please take good care of him, thank you, and wish you peace of mind."

Although the letter was natural, there was still too much useful information mixed in it. He read the letter again and then added a sentence at the end of the letter: "Wang Qinian, if you dare to peek again, I will let Mu Tie's nephew go and peek at your daughter for a bath!"

"Why is there one more letter than usual?" Deng Ziyue opened his eyes wide, looked at Fan Xian, and counted the letters in his hand: "Is there two letters to Miss Haitang?"

"What are you doing when you ask so much?" Fan Xian said: "It's still the old charter, and you'll be escorted to Shangjing throughout the process."

Deng Ziyue nodded, walked outside the house, and handed the sealed letters to the Qi Nian team members who had been waiting outside. The buddy counted the letters in his hand and also asked the same question: "Why... are there two?"

Deng Ziyue looked at him, and the corners of his lips twitched twice, took a breath and said, "What are you asking so much?"

The two looked at each other, nodded, and kept silent, thinking to themselves that Lord Tisi used the highest secret postage from the Supervision Bureau to send love letters... It was really a bit extravagant.

Fan Xian took a wheelchair and left the courtyard of Shenzheng Road. After getting on the carriage, he went to Lin Mansion, preparing to pick Wan'er and Dabao back to the mansion. In the carriage, he suddenly asked: "Is there anything strange about this position? Also, I have not been in Taichang Temple for a long time, why did I become the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple this time?"

Deng Ziyue explained the latter first: "Shaoqing has two, mainly Shaoqing, and the eldest son is the deputy... But this is a false position, and you don't have to go every day. The general of the Imperial Academy is the seventh rank, and these two positions are both fourth ranks." He reminded: "Sir, although you can't serve as a court official after taking over the position of the Chief Secretary, the court did not invent the order and went to your two positions. This time, Your Majesty ordered you to take up these two false positions, and it is probably just to show the holy family, and it is not necessarily a meaning."

Fan Xian shook his head. These two positions were the last two in the emperor's imperial edict. He didn't take them seriously at first, but later he thought about them more and more wrong. The emperor was a very thoughtful person and would never use official positions as a steamed bun.

"Is there anything... more special about these two positions?" He frowned and organized his words.

After thinking for a long time, Deng Ziyue replied with some uncertainty: "The job of Shaoqing is common, and there is nothing special. It's just that Taichang Temple is in charge of ancestral temple affairs, and it is more convenient to enter the palace... The Taixue Siye has not appeared in recent years. After several new policies, the official positions are a little messed up..."

He suddenly slapped his thigh and said happily: "I remember that in the past, the Taixue Siye wanted to go to the palace to teach the prince, and he was the assistant of the Taifu."

Fan Xian was stunned and opened his mouth wide. He couldn't speak for a long time. He finally understood what the emperor had arranged for these two positions for him. Shaoqing of Taichang Temple plus the Taixue Shiye, wouldn't he become the teacher of the princes?

To be precise, wouldn’t we be responsible for disciplined that little bastard in the third child?

As soon as he thought of this, he was shocked and cursed: "I don't have the time to enter the palace every day...Are you going to Jiangnan? Why do you arrange such a terrible thing for me?"

With a creaking sound, the carriage seemed to be stopped by him. The curtain of the carriage was slightly raised. In the drizzle of snow, he saw that a eunuch led several palace guards in front of the carriage were stopped.
Chapter completed!