Chapter 75: All are gone

As the king of a country, he has many affairs and cannot stay in a remote place in the palace. I don’t know which piece of land in the middle of the country has an accident. The eunuch in Taiji Hall came outside the building with an old face and took a great risk. He reported it downstairs many times and finally successfully invited the emperor downstairs.

Looking at Fan Tisi standing behind the emperor, the eunuch leader complained in his heart. No wonder he couldn't find the emperor in the palace. It turned out that... the father and son were playing a drama of tears. He came to disturb him rashly, which made the emperor unhappy. He didn't know how many tricks he would be beaten.

The emperor's face was indeed bad. Among the sons he gave birth to, the one he admired the most was of course Fan Xian. After Fan Xian entered Kyoto, he earned too much glory for him and even the entire Qing Kingdom, and his intellectual knowledge was really useful.

The most important thing is to just look at the two things that save the third child in the Hanging Temple and now he refuses to recognize each other, you can see that the child's casual appearance is full of loyalty and honesty, and the seemingly ruthless technique contains the meaning of neutrality.

In the heart of this middle-aged emperor, he didn't feel any unreasonable jealousy towards Fan Jian at the beginning - the emperor was just a mortal after all. Now he can finally recognize Fan Xian. Although Fan Xian has not spoken, the atmosphere is enough to make the emperor happy. At this time, someone came to disturb him, and of course he was not much better.

At this time, people inside and outside the building were too talkative, and the emperor was not good to say anything. When he turned around, his face was covered in frost became softer. Looking at Fan Xian's beautiful face with a few familiar faces, he said softly: "You have seen you too, and I said before that as the king of a country, there are always too many unscrupulous things. Think about it yourself and don't have too much resentment."

As the emperor's honor, even if he was his own son in front of him, he would not speak in such a low manner. In addition to not expressing apologies, he had already expressed enough content. Fan Xian did not dare to pretend anymore, and bowed deeply, as if he was moved.

The emperor suddenly frowned, remembering his sister far away in Xinyang, and couldn't help but feel a headache again. He sighed and said, "There are too uneasy in Beijing recently, and there are too many things that cannot be put on the table. Chen Pingping is worried that you are embarrassed in the court. It is recommended that you go to Jiangnan in advance. What do you think?"

Fan Xian did not dare to have any objection, but a trace of dimness flashed in his eyes just right, and said quietly: "I obey the order." He suddenly smiled gently and said: "It's just that Jiangnan has never been there. Please give me some advice. What should I pay attention to?"

The emperor shook his head: "What I need is just a clean treasury that can earn money for the court every year. As for how to do it, you should know. I appreciate what you have done in the past two months."

This is naturally the case of the Supervision Bureau's investigation into the Cui family and cracking down on smuggling in the inner treasury.

The emperor continued, "It's just... because of this. An Zhi, you have made some enemies in the court, and some things are not good... Well, you did a good job." In the eyes of the emperor, the reason why Fan Xian spared no effort to attack Xinyang and the second prince was of course because of the original memorial, which was to do things for the court and handle things that were inconvenient for himself.

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian spoke, "From now on, I will still be an isolated minister in Your Majesty."

The emperor was very satisfied with Fan Xian's statement. Fan Xian looked at the opportunity and asked, "It's just that the road in Jiangnan is far away. Although I am in charge of supervision, I do not have any business affairs after all. If all matters are led by the court, I am afraid I will not be able to find out... Your Majesty, I..."

He gritted his teeth in front of the emperor and said, "I want to use it for Qingyutang."

The emperor was stunned. After a little silence, he asked, "The shopkeepers of Qingyutang are naturally familiar with the affairs of the inner treasury, but the court rules. They are not allowed to leave the capital..." He suddenly felt that it was a bit unkind to say this in front of Fan Xian, and coughed twice and said, "Anzhi, you ask me for someone in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will doubt you?"

Fan Xian said directly: "Are the land of Putian the king's land? Since I have proposed it in person, I naturally believe in Your Majesty's loyalty."

The emperor stared at him, but his heart was quickly lingering. The Ye family had deep roots and had almost shaken the national system. As the king of a country, he was really afraid that the events of the past would repeat. Fan Xian in front of him was her biological son after all, and he was afraid that he would be a little unwilling to lose the Ye family.

But he thought about it again. Since Fan Xian dared to say this with a gaze, he was frank and said lightly: "You are standing high enough now. Naturally, you know that the so-called real money and silver are not of much use. As for the inner treasury, I decided to let you take charge when you grow up six years ago, so I had that idea. This was what I wish, so why do you have doubts?"

Fan Xian looked moved, but the emperor waved his hand and laughed and said, "But you don't have to hide it from me. Even if the matter in the inner treasury is complicated, how can you need the old friends of Qingyutang? You ask for it, I think you want to take them out of the capital."

Fan Xian didn't defend himself and sighed sadly: "I dare not deceive Your Majesty. I did have this idea. From the first day I knew my life experience, I had this idea. Last year, I went to Qingyutang to see it. Those shopkeepers were detained in the capital for many years, which was really awkward. These people were only fifty years old. If they were released from the capital, they could still serve the court."

Last year, he went to Qingyutang and knew that this matter would be caught by someone who was interested one day, so today he simply told it out in front of the emperor.

The emperor seemed a little surprised and calm. After a while of silence, he finally nodded. Fan Xian was overjoyed and the emperor laughed and said, "You can't take it all away. The palaces of each prince are all Qingyutang managing his own business. If you take it all away, I'm afraid that Prince Jing will be the first to spare you."

Fan Xian smiled and the emperor smiled and said, "... Among the few, they dared to stand up in front of me and talked directly, but they were calm and fierce, not as good as you..." He kept silent and said, "There is a painting on the side of the building... You can take a look at it later."

Although he knew that the portrait was in the palace, Fan Xian still showed a slight hesitation and asked, "What painting?"

The emperor said, "The only portrait of your mother left in this world..." Thinking of Xiao Yezi, his eyes softened and he said softly, "You have never seen her before, take a look at her later... Speaking of which, your mother is really not very similar to you."

Fan Xian was slightly stunned. He heard His Majesty sigh again, "Although ordinary pure and beautiful people are not friendly, they have a very different mind. She is like a man who doesn't give in, otherwise she wouldn't have such a name. Back then, she hated the so-called poetry and lyrics the most, so she had to practice it."

Thinking that the son in front of her was the most famous poet in the world, the emperor suddenly felt that things were a little interesting, and laughed loudly, pointing to Fan Xian and said, "Although she also has the power to sway and sway through the wind and clouds, it just fits her temperament, which is too different from yours...too big."

Hong Zhu looked at the anxious urging look of the eunuch outside the building, listened to His Majesty’s happy conversation with Lord Xiao Fan, and how dare he come forward to disturb him.

Fan Xian smiled and asked curiously: "My mother... His Majesty has ever heard of the poems she wrote?"

"Only one song." The emperor recalled leisurely back then, and recited with a clear voice: "The scenery of the north is frozen thousands of miles away. The snow falls thousands of miles away. Looking inside and outside the palace city, there are only the vastness; the river is rising and falling, and the river suddenly loses surging. The mountains dance silver snakes, and the wax figures are originally scattered. I want to compete with the heavens to try to compete with the sun. I must see the red makeup and plain makeup, which is particularly enchanting. The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to compete for their backs. I cherish the Wei Emperor and Han Wu, and lose their literary talent;

Emperor Tang and Song Zu. He was a little inferior to the charming and a genius of the Western Barbarians. He only knew how to bending his bow and shooting eagles. He had all gone, and he had a few romantic figures, and he still looked at the present day."

The faces of Emperor Wei, Emperor Han Wu, Emperor Tang, Emperor Song Zu, Fan Xian were very wonderful, and they were so exciting that they were about to get cramps.

The emperor glanced at him in disagreement and shouted, "Do you think this word is not good?"

Fan Xian said with a bitter face: "...Of course, he is full of momentum, but I don't know where this Han Wu, Tang Zong, and Song Zu are." He thought to himself. Mom, if you want to change it thoroughly, what about the Western Man Khan... I really lost to you.

The emperor explained: "It is said that they were the three generations of heroes who have never been eternal."

Fan Xian was stunned and thought that his mother's refusal to Kung Fu was very similar to his own. He was like talking to Zhuang Mohan on the night of Shangjing in Northern Qi. Anything that could not be explained was pushed to eternal times. I saw it in history. Where is the history? Sorry. I used it to go to the toilet.

The eunuch asked again and again, and the emperor finally left the small building. When he left, his thin back could not reveal his sadness.

Only Hong Zhu and Fan Xian were left in the small building. After watching the emperor's figure disappear into layers of frost and cold branches, Fan Xian finally couldn't help but burst out, holding his stomach and laughing loudly, hahahaha, the voice resounded throughout the small building, with indescribable happiness.

Hong Zhu was stunned by the side and thought to himself that Fan Tisi was greatly stimulated by what happened today, should he ask the imperial doctor to take a look?

After a long time, Fan Xian finally stopped the ridiculous smile brought by the song "Qinyuanchun". His stomach hurts a little. He was so angry that he said to Hong Zhu: "It's okay, I'll go up, you're waiting for me downstairs."

While walking upstairs, Fan Xian still couldn't help laughing. The woman named Ye Qingmei was really a wonderful person. She didn't copy thousands of good poems, but she insisted on copying this one. I guess she was forced to be forced by Emperor Fan Jian and other people back then... But maybe the old Maodi poem was exactly in line with the woman's mentality?

When she walked upstairs, Fan Xian's smile had completely curled up and replied to the calmness of the past. In a feudal dynasty, the poem copied by her mother was really an antonym. The emperor could say it, but she couldn't say it. No wonder she had such a serious conflict with the palace in the end.

He sneered in his heart, throwing all the true feelings of the previous emperor in his heart and never recalling them again.

When he arrived outside the side wing, he picked up the cup of cold tea on his hand. Fan Xian pushed the door and stepped in and stepped in the barrier. Without any hesitation or trembling, he stood calmly before the portrait.

The painting is a woman in yellow clothes, with a surging river in the background. The woman stood on a bluestone by the river, her skirt swaying gently with the river breeze, facing the direction of the river. The turbid waves in the river were empty, and the stones were turned into mud and sand. On the other side, the people, the size of ants, were faintly seen from the distance, carrying stones or something, perhaps those people were building river embankments.

The painting of this painting is extremely exquisite, with delicate brushstrokes, but its style is grand and magnificent, with fineness and grandness. Whether it is the heavy scene on the other side of the river or the green and yellow rocks nearby, they are all described in full. Especially the big river bound between Huangshan Mountains on both sides, it is even more turbulent, with white waves and awesome momentum. Looking at this painting, you can feel a strong river breeze. It is seeping out of the painting and blowing on the viewer's face. When you stand a little closer, you can hear the passionate sound of the river slapping on both sides...

But all this is not the focus of this painting. Anyone who is lucky enough to see this painting will be attracted by the woman in yellow shirt standing on the shore at the first time. She no longer has any extra thoughts to see the scenery figures elsewhere in the painting.

The woman in yellow actually only exposed one side, with a few black hairs next to her earlobes as crystal clear as jade, fluttering gently, and her sandal lips were slightly pursed. I don’t know what she was thinking about, but the one that attracted the most was her eyebrows. She saw that her eyebrows were as beautiful as a sword. She was not like a weak woman, but she did not show any more male passion. She was just a blind and bright and unspeakable love.

But at this moment, Fan Xian's eyes were just staring at the square-inch eyes that the lieutenant general could see in the woman in the painting. The expression in that eyes seemed calm, but it always seemed to contain more emotions.

In just a moment, he remembered in the cliff cave in the west mountain outside the northern Qi Dynasty. The mother Sean once described to himself, yes, this kind of eyes! - soft, sad, full of love and attachment to life, yearning for beautiful things, sympathy for suffering, and confidence to change all of this.

Fan Xian sighed and sat down slowly. Looking at the painting on the wall, he didn't look away for a long time. It seemed that he wanted to engrave the appearance of the woman in the painting firmly in his heart.

Cold tea is in his hand, and the old painting is in front of him. He just sat silently in the side room. He didn't know how long he had sat, nor did he notice that the sunlight was shifting outside the building and the storm was moving.

The cold tea in his hand was still not drunk. Fan Xianku sat for half a day, his lips were a little dry. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the woman in the yellow shirt in the painting and said softly: "You did a good job, but unfortunately... you didn't take good care of yourself."

He paused, seemed a little nervous, and wanted to organize more appropriate words to speak to the woman in the painting.

"Of course I'm not as good as you, but please rest assured, I will take good care of myself." He stood up, looked at the painting quietly, and said softly: "Keep you here for the time being, I don't think he will let me take it away. I will come to see you often in a few days." I don't know how long it will take for a few days.

Fan Xian approached the scroll and suddenly smiled, and was very energetic, and said with a smile: "Everything is gone...all going. Let me do it."

After saying this, he got up and left the side room.

The room was quiet.

The door suddenly creaked and was pushed open in a hurry. Fan Xian went back and stood in the wing room again, staring straight at the woman in the painting, and suddenly asked:

"science?"

"Female Doctor?"

The girl in the painting naturally could not answer the questions her son raised many years later, so she was just silent. Fan Xian felt sad without any help, and then he smiled and covered the wetness in his eyes. He bowed down sincerely and said:

"Thanks."
Chapter completed!