Chapter 63: A shocking dream in the garden (Part 2)

Hong Zhu didn't expect that even Lord Tisi knew his name. He felt a little glorious on his face and replied: "That's right, it's hard for Lord Tisi to know the little name."

"Your Majesty's close servant is the key point." Fan Xian said: "I am the Chief Secretary of the Supervision Bureau. Of course, you must be careful... What's more, the famous assassin was just a few days ago in the small eunuchs in the Tai Chi Hall..."

Hong Zhu was shocked and dared not respond. Fan Xian said gently: "Since Your Majesty believes in you, I will naturally believe in you... By the way, I heard that Lao Dai is doing hard labor now?"

Hong Zhu glanced at him and said tentatively: "Yes, it's quite miserable."

"Yeah." Fan Xian nodded, "I'm not afraid of any taboos. I've dealt with Lao Dai. I'm a good person. My father-in-law, please help me take care of you in the palace."

Hong Zhu was very happy. A month ago, he was counting on the way to climb the young official in front of him. Since the other party said that, there was a chance. He quickly responded respectfully: "You have ordered, how dare you not do it."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I'm sorry for my father-in-law. If you have any difficulties at home in the future, tell me." He didn't need to say it too clearly, and the other party should also know to contact him through Concubine Yi.

When she returned to Shufang Palace where Concubine Yi lived, it was a coincidence that the Grand Princess of Northern Qi, who had not had the opportunity to face him since September, also came back from the Empress Dowager's palace. Before getting married, the Grand Princess arranged to live in the palace. She looked at Fan Xian in a wheelchair and was a little surprised, but it was not convenient for the two of them to say something. After a little salute, they retreated to the back.

Concubine Yi glanced at Fan Xian: "Why are you very unfamiliar when you come back from the north?"

Fan Xian never forgot to pull allies and put nails in it. He was not willing to let go of important characters like the Grand Princess, but of course he had to pretend to be stranger in front of everyone, and said: "The identity is different, let's talk about it...there is a difference between men and women."

Concubine Yi made fun of him: "You child is more handsome than a beautiful woman... I am not afraid of you going to harm others, but I am afraid that others will provoke you."

Fan Xian was frightened and said, "Auntie, don't talk nonsense." He turned around and saw that the third prince was still there calmly copying books and pretending to be well-behaved. For some reason, he was angry and shook his head and asked, "Is the Queen Mother really allowed this?"

There was indeed an incredible tone in his words. Concubine Yi nodded at him and said with a smile: "I just listened to Your Majesty's true agreement today, but... this is a good thing, how could the ancestor object?"

Fan Xian laughed at himself, thinking that things were not that simple. After thinking for a while, he said seriously: "I'll go to Jiangnan, and the mistress follows me... Are you willing to bear it?"

"The river in Jiangnan is good, the scenery is good. What are you reluctant to let go?"

Concubine Yi suddenly waved her hand and asked him to get closer. Fan Xian leaned over as he spoke, only one foot away from her, as if he was about to smell the orchid breath that the noble lady squirted out, and then listened to her lowered voice. He gritted his teeth and said, "The further you take him away from the palace, the better. It would be better to delay it for a few years."

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and then he realized that Guipin Yi was making such a negative plan. He shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal to just give in... Besides, the Jiangnan Inner Trustee doesn't need to spend any effort. I just went over and took a look, and I can't always drag it."

After thinking about it, Concubine Yi found that this was indeed the truth. She sighed in disappointment: "It is true that Your Majesty will not allow you to be away from Kyoto."

Fan Xian thought for a while and comforted him: "San'er is still young after all, and it's not worth worrying about it so early... Besides, the Empress Dowager looked at these grandsons in the palace. It was too extraordinary, so those people dare not do it..." He paused and said: "After all, we are different from other palaces. Shangshu Lane has some strength to speak, and my father will not retreat for a while... Not at all, am I not?"

After receiving this sentence, Concubine Yi finally felt relieved and with the current development trend, Fan Xian's influence in the court will only increase. The palace in the court is often two independent circles with two influences. As long as there are people in the court, she and Li Chengping and his son will live much easier in the palace.

Speaking of this, everyone has already made it very thoroughly - in the eyes of Concubine Yi, who has retained such a bit of gratitude and honesty, the tighter she is tied to the Fan family for her children, the better she will naturally be.

"Let San'er go down to Jiangnan with me... there is one thing you have to allow me." Fan Xian glanced at the third prince who was eavesdropping but could not hear anything.

"What's the matter?" Seeing his seriousness, Concubine Yi became nervous.

"I'm not very good at being a sir, like the students who are placed in the prefectures and counties. You also know that that was their fate for ten years." Fan Xian said seriously: "I can only teach you as your younger brother... I will inevitably feel a little disrespectful."

Listening to the words "like being a younger brother", Concubine Yi smiled and could not have imagined that Fan Sizhe was in the north now and nodded repeatedly.

Fan Xian looked at her like a god, wondering why this person seemed to have won the Mark Six lottery? He said tentatively: "...maybe...sometimes...will...do...do it."

"You're all you can touch your feet!" Yi Guipin said very directly and said with a smile: "As long as you don't make a big move, you can knead it."

She then sighed and said, "You don't know. The things about that building a few days ago scared me. I only know that he has a good relationship with the second child. Who knows that the second child... who killed Qiandao actually instigated Ping'er to do that. Ping'er is so young, what do you know? He is not used as a knife... Fortunately, you suppressed this matter quickly, otherwise you wouldn't know what his Majesty would be angry."

Fan Xian smiled secretly, thinking that your son is not a good master. Although he is only eight years old, he doesn't know how complicated the things in his mind are. He also listened to Guipin Yi whispering: "Be honest with him...even if he becomes the useless Prince Jing in the future... at least he will be able to achieve a lifetime of health."

When Fan Xian heard these words, he couldn't help but feel a little moved. Only mothers in the world are good. This lyrics are indeed not wrong. Children without mothers are like grass, and their own life experience also proves the correctness of this lyrics.

It was still early before dinner, and there was no news in the Empress Dowager's harem. Fan Xian was so happy that he stayed in Shufang Palace and chatted with Yi Guipin Yi. The two were relatives, so they could avoid taboos less. Moreover, in the entire Liangqinqin Palace, it seemed that only Yi Guipin Yi was still a little...human.

"I will meet Princess Chen."

With the tender and crisp salutes of the palace maids in the outer wing, Lin Wan'er walked in with her hands rubbed her hands. Today, she was wearing a layered jade skirt on her lower body and a big red silk jacket on her upper body. The cuffs were tightly decorated with two fox hair, which was so furry that it was so cute.

Fan Xian sat in a wheelchair and stretched out his hands.

Wan'er moved forward and put her hand into his warm palm, and her movements were so natural.

Fan Xian gently rubbed the girl's somewhat cold hands and asked curiously: "Just come here?" This outfit is a bit similar to red and green, but the red is deep and vivid, and the jade is precious, so it is much more pleasing to Wan'er's body. However, when you enter the palace for meals, you should always wear more gorgeous clothes.

Lin Wan'er pouted and said, "I have been waiting for you at home for a long time, but no one has come... Later, Su Wenmao called someone to come over and said, and then he realized that you were being Xuan entered the palace. I took Dabao back to the house. As soon as I arrived at the door, I was stopped by the eunuch... I went to the palace to see the queen mother first. Fortunately, the empresses were all serving in the empress dowager. There was no need to worship each palace, but I came to see you after a few words. I was in a hurry along the way, so I had no time to change my clothes."

"By the way, where is the big treasure?" Fan Xian was most concerned about, his stupid brother-in-law.

"Don't worry, Ruoruo is at home." Lin Wan'er took the hot towel handed over by the palace maid and wiped it a little bit. She sat next to Concubine Yi, turned her head and smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"

Concubine Yi was not in a hurry to reply. She first scolded the palace maid. She used a hot towel to wipe her face with a cold sky, and was not afraid of being stirred up by the cold wind when she went out for a while. Then she turned around and smiled and said his Majesty's arrangements.

Lin Wan'er glanced at Fan Xian in surprise: "Is that settled?"

Fan Xian nodded and shrugged, helpless, and took his family with him. It seems that the future trip to Jiangnan will be very exciting.

A eunuch came to pass the message. He asked the five nobles in Shufang Palace to go to Hanguang Palace for meals. Concubine Yi quickly took the third prince's hand to wash up in the back compartment. He also had to dress up himself well.

Looking at the hollow, Fan Xian lowered his voice and asked, "What happened to you and the Empress Dowager...?"

Lin Wan'er looked around, shook her head, and said softly: "You want to break off the engagement, but you didn't discuss this with me earlier... I suddenly made this happen, how could the Empress Dowager agree? Besides, I am a junior after all, and it's a bit unceremonious to say that this matter is."

Fan Xian sighed, "Ruoruo is not happy, what can I do to be my brother? But I really tell you this matter a little late, and I also want to take advantage of the matter of raising Yuelou. Hongcheng was making the palace unhappy and took the opportunity to do it. He didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

"Your Majesty is pointing out marriage, how can you just leave?" Wan'er frowned, "You are so fond of you."

Fan Xian laughed and said, "It's just such a sister. Who do I spoil her if I don't spoil her?"

"I think my father-in-law has to come into the palace." Wan'er stared at the back wing and confirmed that no one listened. Then she said softly: "Let the master tell His Majesty directly that we are not worth enough."

Fan Xian said distressedly: "Although the two families have had such a quarrel, my father really likes Hongcheng. Even Hongcheng is shopping in brothels every day, he doesn't think it's a big deal. He always says he has grown up since childhood and the two families are close. He can't separate the two families because of the Second Prince."

Lin Wan'er burst out laughing: "My father-in-law was the most famous figure in Liujinghe back then, so of course he didn't think this was a big deal." After speaking, he realized that it was a bit inappropriate for his daughter-in-law to make fun of her father-in-law, and he smiled and covered it up.

Fan Xian was worried about his sister's affairs, and he didn't laugh at this, and there was helplessness between his eyebrows. Ruoru has gained some reputation in the Imperial Hospital these days. I hope Haitang can handle it well, and at least delay the marriage for a while before talking about it.

"Uncle Xuan, why did you enter the palace?" Lin Wan'er asked a question of real concern, "I think it's probably not just the third brother's business."

Fan Xian looked at his wife quietly, suddenly stretched out his hand and gently stroked her shiny jaw, smiled, and said nothing. Should he say to her - your dearest uncle let your dearest husband use all his skills just to make your biological mother... become destitute?

Fortunately, at this time, Yi Guipin and others had already dressed up. When the cotton curtain was lifted, the hall suddenly felt brighter. Fan Xian turned around and saw Yi Guipin and the princess of Northern Qi swaying hand in hand. The two women were serving with their clothes and makeup. Their faces were radiant, their eyebrows were picturesque, and they were dignified and noble. He couldn't help but praise them in his heart, the so-called jewelry spirit was just like this.

The eldest princess looked at him and smiled slightly, but walked forward side by side with Wan'er, whom she had known, and walked out of the hall.

The winter solstice is as big as the New Year. On this day, the whole country is resting, the court is stopped, the army is resting, and the border is closed, and business trips are closed, not only Kyoto, but actually including the northern Qi in the north, and this day is living a happy life in peace and quiet.

The custom of the country of celebration. On the winter solstice, I have to eat mutton. In the streets and alleys of Kyoto, countless hot fogs floated up from the spacious or cramped kitchens, and turned around the top of various urns and pots. Then I found the only way to survive and drilled out of the fine cracks between the windows and buildings. The hot fogs were filled with the spicy smell of dried chili peppers, the smell of fresh mutton, the smell of medicinal materials, the sweet fragrance of radish, and the four flavors were mixed, which was extremely wonderful and filled with countless courtyards and streets and alleys. All the people who heard it were moved.

In Hanguang Hall, after the last table, Fan Xian stared at the confusing eyes, looking at the mutton with his chopsticks cut into ears, and looking at the mushrooms and precious vegetables floating in the white soup in the bowl, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The mutton in this palace is indeed different from the folk, and the workmanship is much more refined, but it lacks the warmth of incense.

Without tofu and radish, how can I eat this mutton? The biggest problem is that the mutton is already warm and cannot burn its lips and its lips become numb. What's the point of drinking it?

So he just barely finished the soup in the bowl, picked chopsticksauce and mixed rice, chewing it slowly and carefully, delaying the boring "family dinner". He looked at his nose, his nose, his lips, his lips held the tips of his chopsticks, and he was extremely attentive, but his light did not flow out, quietly listening to the conversations of the royal people in the hall, without interrupting a word, lonely like the lonely wheelchair not far behind him.

Hanguang Hall is the Empress Dowager's Palace, the most vast building in the harem. Although it looks much simpler than the prodigal palace of Shangjing, Northern Qi, it is still magnificent, reflecting the candles like the sun, making the furnishings and objects in the Winter Palace shine.

The royal children in the hall ate silently, not daring to look directly at the old woman at the top, as well as the emperor and queen beside the old woman. Today, the winter solstice, the people arrived in a neat way, including the three of King Jing’s family and the second prince under house arrest, all entered the palace. However, when the second prince and Hongcheng saw Fan Xian in, they were slightly surprised and did not rush up like a shrew to live or die.

Fan Xian glanced at the old woman on the front mat with his own eyes. This was the first time he saw the Empress Dowager. From the other party's frowns, he seemed to be able to smell the old woman's methods and hard heart. Although the tiger was old and sick, she was still sitting at the top. Even Prince Jing, who was used to being extremely presumptuous, seemed much more honest.

He was not familiar with the people, but he was familiar with the palace. When he was playing the thief, he walked two walks in the palace and took out the key in the secret lattice under the old woman's bed. Thinking of this, he quietly withdrew his gaze and ate the rice mixed with the sauce silently.

A few weak coughs from the elderly came from above. Fan Xian lowered his head and said nothing. In the previous glance, he saw the expression of the Queen Mother and found that the corners of her lips had begun to droop. He knew that the old man would not live for a few years.

"Girl Chen, come by Ai's house." The Empress Dowager looked at her granddaughter on the far side of the mat, looked at Fan Xian, who was hidden in the shadows, and called out, "Give me a blow."

Wan'er stood up and left the seat with a smile, walked to the place with a smile, leaned into the empress dowager's ear and said something, and then glanced at Fan Xian who was eating sauce with a bitter face. She guessed that she was making the old man happy and telling jokes. Sure enough, the empress dowager laughed and scolded, "It seems that you are feeding him in the Fan Mansion, and you can't even eat the food in the palace."

Although his voice was low, it was clearly heard in everyone's ears, and everyone knew that it was Fan Xian.

Fan Xian's heart moved, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, thinking that Wan'er was most favored in the palace, which seemed not a lie. As long as the empress dowager and the emperor liked her, their status in the palace would naturally be highlighted.

But he was still a little nervous. Today was the first time he saw the queen mother. The old man occasionally glanced at him, which made him feel a little chill. Logically speaking, grandma should not look like this when she looked at the wild grandson... it shouldn't be like this - the eyes were very complicated, with a hint of relief, two points of pride, three points of doubt, and the remaining four points of vigilance and coldness!

When the empress dowager spoke, everyone had stopped eating and listened to what the old man said at the family dinner on the Winter Solstice.

"Today, the people are all intact... Last year, the Ai family was unwell, so they didn't get together. Today, seeing the prince-consort's appearance, the Ai family was also happy." The Empress Dowager said with joy. There was no expression on her face and turned to the emperor and said, "It's not a big deal that your sister is alone in Xinyang. This daughter and son-in-law are all in Kyoto, and she is a woman and always live in Ligong. I don't like it."

Fan Xian sneered in his heart, knowing that he finally got to the point, and his meaning was very clear. Even his son-in-law could attend the royal family banquet. Why couldn't the eldest princess?

The emperor's deep eyes flashed and he replied: "It's cold and it's hard to walk on the road. When spring begins, let Yun Rui come back."

Hearing this, the Empress Dowager nodded with satisfaction. Fan Xian noticed that the second prince opposite him had trembled unnaturally. He thought that this extremely pitiful brother who had been punished by him was so excited that he knew that Da Ai was about to arrive in Beijing.

But... why is the prince's expression a little strange?

Fan Xian didn't care much about what he said later. The royal family banquet was really boring. He just listened to the empress dowager's occasionally mentioning him, and the coldness that deliberately revealed made his lips unable to help but reveal a hint of self-deprecation.

He once heard that when he was injured, the empress dowager had prayed for him and received the beads given by the empress dowager. He thought that the old man's heart was soft, and his hard heart was a little loose. Unexpectedly, it was just a guess by himself. Well, let's compare who is hard. You emperors are born with cold hearts. Our family is a monster in the second life, and their hearts will not be soft, at least they are three points harder than the mutton in the cold soup.

Since the king is not a ruler or a minister, the father is not a father or a son, the ancestor is not a grandfather or grandson, I still need to avoid the false blood relationship?

Although he was a "poet" who copied articles, Fan Xian was a good writer after all, and he could not get rid of his pride in his bones. In this cold Hanguang Hall, he straightened his body and straightened his back. Although he smiled, he did not deliberately please the queen mother, and would not pretend to be a junior and let the old woman enjoy her grandson. For a moment, the conversation in Hanguang Hall seemed a little awkward and cold.

In addition to the empress dowager, the princes in the hall were very familiar with Fan Xian. They knew that this prince-consort was not a simple character. If he wanted to make fun of others, it was his best trick. So he didn't understand why Fan Xian didn't take advantage of today's family dinner to curry favor with the empress dowager.

The emperor disagreed and thought Fan Xian was angry at the fact that his mother-in-law wanted to return to Beijing, and he was a little disobedient. However, the empress dowager thought that this young man was born so arrogant and uncharacteristic, and he was even more displeased.

Looking at this scene, the queen didn't understand what Fan Xian wanted to do, and a trace of doubt appeared in the corner of her eyes. Ning Cairen was drinking the wine with a heroic spirit under the empress dowager's slightly angry eyes. Concubine Shu sipped in a small sip. Concubine Yi laughed foolishly and made the empress dowager happy, and took a few gazes for Fan Xian.

Among the rest, the Great Master was confused, the Second Master was having fun, and the Third Master admired him. The Crown Prince was distracted. Only King Jing guessed that he was closer to the facts, shook his head secretly, thinking that scholars often had some tragic aura.

Wan'er, who was lying beside the Empress Dowager, looked at Fan Xian with some concern.

In the cold night, snowflakes rose again and were scattering. At the corner of the palace, Fan Xian was sitting in a wheelchair, lowering his head slightly, his face calm and thoughtless. Lin Wan'er said with some concern: "My husband, is it okay?"

"It's okay." Fan Xian still lowered his head tightly, "I'm just pretending to be Di Feijing."

The Huwei and Qi Nian team came, and the couple got on the carriage and drove to the Fan Mansion. In the carriage, Lin Wan'er asked curiously: "Who is Di Feijing?"
Chapter completed!