Chapter 78: Leaving the Past (Part 2)

The New Year is Yuqing, and the Jia Festival is Changchun. It is another annual New Year Festival, without any doubt, and it is not delayed and has no new ideas.

This winter, Fan Xian didn't stay on Cangshan most of the time. In addition, what happened later, Wan'er and Ruoruo were so scared that they ran back to Kyoto. Everyone was there, only one Fan Lao Er was missing, so the Fan Mansion was very lively.

The red paper scraps in front of the mansion were covered with thick layers of red paper, like a carpet of joy. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks, a little sweet, and the big fish and meat in the kitchen made the master's servants feel that this life should not be too happy. Fortunately, the stagnation-relieving medicine that the young master grabbed was very effective...

On the evening of 30, the palace gave a few large plates of dishes and some small things. Fan Xian didn't care much, but just had a difficult conversation with his wife and sister in the room. After a little relieved of the two Shu's confusion, he took the two to the front house without waiting for the two girls' house to wake up from shock and endless confusion.

After a meal of New Year's Eve, the family gathered together and played mahjong several times. Fan Xian lay behind Wan'er and hugged his arms. From time to time, he came up with bad ideas and successfully lost to the two elders a lot of money. He also deliberately picked up a few classic jokes from his previous life and told them a few, which finally relieved some strange emotions on the table.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the young people after the vigil struggled to wake up and went to the front hall to celebrate the New Year's Day.

Fan Xian was not careless at all. He really put his knees on the ground. In the strange eyes of everyone, he was as calm as usual. He kowtowed three times to his father, and three times, his forehead was in close contact with the ground.

Mr. Fan stroked his beard and chuckled, and he couldn't express comfort.

The girls and women went out to knead dumplings and had only a few bachelors left in the house on the first day of the New Year. Fan Xian walked behind his father and gently rubbed his shoulders. Since the rumors spread, perhaps because he had broken the devil in his heart, Fan Xian no longer separated himself from the gauze curtain and began to express his feelings as a son. Instead, the distance between the father and son seemed much more intimate than before.

Fan Jian, the Minister of Revenue, raising the gods while enjoying his son's service, asked, "How is Sizhe there?"

Fan Xian replied respectfully: "It's better. Wang Qinian is a clever man."

Fan Jian smiled slightly and said, "You have many acquaintances in Northern Qi, so I feel at ease about this." He suddenly shook his head and said inexplicably: "It's strange. I think Anzhi, you are good to the people of the North. Don't forget that there is a mortal hatred between our two countries that cannot be resolved. It's okay to use it at some point, but you can't trust them in all, especially you can't pin your last hope on them."

Fan Xian was slightly stunned. I wonder if his father had guessed something, so he laughed and explained a few words.

Fan Jian suddenly said with concern: "Mr. Fei will treat your injuries. How are you doing now?"

Fan Xian didn't want his father to worry, so he didn't tell the truth about the dispersion of the true energy. He nodded and replied: "It's almost OK. If you take care of it for another two months, you shouldn't have to worry."

"It will take two months?" Fan Jian frowned and said, "The south of Jiangnan is not as high as Kyoto, and the mountains are high and the rivers are deep. Your health is not as good as before. You must be careful in everything. You must not be the first in the past two years. Once you take action, you must control the other party to death... Whenever you can tolerate others, don't be in a hurry."

Fan Xian heard the concerns in his father's words, and also knew that his elders were reminding him.

In the battle in Beijing, Fan Xian has always been extremely ruthless. Even when facing the eldest princess and the second prince, he has never retreated and has been brave. He just went to Jiangnan and faced the officials in the border areas, and went deep into the base camp of the Jiangnan family. Although no one seemed to be able to shake him from the power, there was no two mountains behind him, father and Chen Pingping. He should have a more harmonious way of doing things.

The father and son exchanged opinions on what happened after the New Year. They also made a detailed analysis of what changes the eldest princess would bring to the court after the arrival of Beijing. Fan Jian reminded Fan Xian that he should pay attention to the scholar Hu who would enter the cabinet after the New Year. Fan Xian did not understand what his father specifically mentioned the literary master meant, but he still kept the name firmly in his heart.

Fan Jian gently patted the stable and young hands on his shoulder and said with a smile: "It seems that Your Majesty is really preparing to hand over the Supervision Bureau to you. In the future, if you are in the hospital, he will always find a civil servant in the court with a reputation and status that corresponds to you. This is for the future."

When Mr. Hu was in charge of the change of literary style for his lifetime, he was only a young man in his early twenties. Now he is about forty years. He is famous in the south of the world. Before Fan Xian was born, he was very popular. However, this gentleman's official career has been quite unsatisfied in recent years. He was displaced in the seven routes, with a high position but no real power. Now he entered the capital and took over the Secretariat of the Jung Sect, which is also regarded as a heavy use by the court.

Fan Xian shook his head with a smile, thinking that he did not intend to interfere too much in the government affairs, nor would he touch the scholar Hu. He thought he would not take the initiative to provoke him.

The father and son talked for a few more times. Fan Xian thought that he would pay homage to his ancestors in the clan today, so he asked tentatively.

Fan Xian looked back at his son, sighed, shook his head, thinking that it was extremely rare for this child to have such a heart, but he could express his feelings, but he could not let his name be included in the genealogy. After all, he still had to worry about the face of the man in the palace.

Fan Xian just tried it and saw if there was such a possibility. Seeing that his father reacted very directly, he knew that he was still thinking about it, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The morning sun shone warmly in the Fan family garden. Most people, including Fan Shangshu, Liu family, and Ruoru, had already gone to the Fan clan ancestral hall where the farm was located, and also went to a large number of managers, nannies and maids. At this time, there were only a few people left in front and behind the house, which seemed particularly quiet.

"I know you want to go." Wan'er sat beside him and comforted softly.

Fan Xian was reading a book. The first batch of "Zhuang's Comments Collection" printed by Danbo Bookstore was named by Fan Xian and the name was written by Fan Xian. According to Qiye, the sales volume was very optimistic and the funds for recovering land were far faster than expected, especially the Northern Qi court ordered 10,000 copies at one time, which made Fan Xian's purse crammed up again.

Listening to his wife's words, he smiled and raised his head, casually put the book aside, and said, "What? I'm worried that I can't think of it?"

Wan'er smiled and said, "Why aren't you worried that I can't get over it?"

Fan Xian relaxed his arms, hugged her in his arms, pressed her slightly cold face, and asked with concern: "How is your health recently?"

Wan'er misunderstood what he was saying, and her cheek resting on his shoulder showed a little sad look. She said, "There is no movement yet."

Fan Xian laughed and said, "Who cares about the unborn daughter? I just asked you how you are in physical condition. Mr. Fei treats me with land and uses cattle. Now I am starting to doubt his level."

"There is no physical problem." Wan'er thought for a while and asked curiously: "Why is it a daughter?"

"You are so good, you don't have to stand in the court and fight every day." Fan Xian said with a smile. His thinking is of course very different from those of the people in this world.

Lin Wan'er slightly distanced herself from Fan Xian, pointed to her heart, and said with a smile: "The girl's family is not good either. I don't know who her husband is... It's not easy to get here."

Fan Xian honestly and unceremoniously touched his wife's soft chest and said seriously: "I'll see if the problem is serious."

The couple laughed and made a fuss, but failed to put aside all the matter. Wan'er said quietly: "...Who would have thought that you were...my cousin."

"Isn't it good?" Fan Xian said with a smile: "My sister Lin, call Brother Xian, come and listen."

Wan'er spat: "Bah! You are not Baoyu."

Fan Xian was right when he thought about it. He was much more beautiful than Jia Baoyu. When his eyes rolled, he left the house. Wan'er didn't know what he was going to do. She was so curious. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian returned to the house in a short while, but... he was wearing a torn dress that people didn't often wear!

When Lin Wan'er saw his little beggar-like dress, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fan Xian stared at his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and said in great joy: "Cousin...ah hehe, ah hehe...I'm finally waiting for you!"

Lin Wan'er was stunned and wondered why her husband suddenly went crazy. Is it fun to call her cousin like this? He hesitated and asked: "Cousin?"

Fan Xian laughed foolishly and said, "Oh, I am your cousin, Hong Qi..."

Lin Wan'er was stunned and listened to her husband talking nonsense in a Jiaozhou accent. She didn't know how to respond for a long time. Fan Xian looked at her reaction and was also discouraged. She lowered her head and looked like a defeated soldier. She went out and changed her clothes back.

"My husband, what did you do before...?"

"If you get the world, you will imitate the show." Fan Xian had a bitter face.

“Imitation show?”

"Show...show is what people in the south often say... Stop asking, just think I'm sexy."

Fan Xian's level of show is actually very high. After being reborn into this world, he began to play the role of innocent children, the role of poetry immortals, the role of love saints, and the performance was originally his strengths. If not, he would not have the confidence to deceive the unfathomable emperor in the palace and in the small building.

But people always need a place to rest, so he doesn't want to cover up too much in front of the people he is closest to, such as his wife or sister. After his life experience was exposed, Wan'er was shocked and finally gradually accepted the reality. She just felt a wonderful romantic feeling of being a cousin when her husband suddenly became a cousin.

For Ruruo, his brother suddenly became a person without any blood relationship, and he couldn't figure it out. So these days, Miss Fan's family has been ignoring Fan Xian intentionally or unintentionally, as if she didn't know how to face her brother.

She was restless, and even Fei Jie was confused about the class, and the mansion did not dare to let her go to the Imperial Hospital to discuss the major issue of saving the sick and living people with the old masters.

"Ruoruo just didn't turn around." Wan'er comforted.

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I am different from her brother? This fact can never be changed." He closed his eyes and rested for a while and said, "When I leave, if I can settle down there, I will pick you up. As for my sister, I guess I will leave Beijing soon."

Lin Wan'er was very happy to hear this, climbed on his shoulder and said, "I heard that the water in Jiangnan is good, and the characters born look like in a painting. I have never traveled far away, so I have to have fun this time."

Fan Xian teased: "Are you going to see the handsome guy?"

Lin Wan'er couldn't help but make such stubborn jokes. Her extremely round cheeks suddenly turned red with shame, and she pinched her fists and beat Fan Xian on her body.

Fan Xian laughed, grabbed her pair of small fists, and said seriously: "The eldest princess returns to Beijing, you always have to go and see it."

When Lin Wan'er heard this, she felt mixed emotions and had a tangled heart. She didn't know how to deal with this relationship. Fan Xian comforted her: "I know it's difficult. But you always have to learn to tear this piece of paper into two halves, without any connection between each other, and each has its own affairs."

This matter is not something that can be solved by comfort and persuasion. Fan Xian also understood this and had to leave it alone. Instead, Wan'er forced herself to make an effort to worry about the affairs of the Neiku area for him. He said: "My husband, even if you bring all the shopkeepers of Qingyutang, you are afraid that you can't hold the Neiku area in the shortest time. After all, my mother has been in charge for so many years, and most of the local officials in Jiangnan have to look at her expression."

After hesitating for a moment, she said seriously: "Especially if you take the old man from the Ye family to Jiangnan, it is easy to cause discussion in the folk court..."

Fan Xian nodded and said calmly: "I understand, but this matter must be done. The shopkeepers have been managing business for the royal houses over the years. I can't fully understand what they think, whether they can trust me... It's just that the things in the inner warehouse, if they don't have them, it would be really insignificant. The reason why the court has kept them tight over the years is because they understand the manufacturing links of the inner warehouse. This information is the top priority of the court, and the knowledge in their minds cannot be allowed to be spread to Northern Qi or Dongyi City... It's just that the inner warehouse's business always requires technical guidance, which saves their lives."

Lin Wan'er was silent for a while and said softly: "Don't look at these shopkeepers who seem to be free to move in Beijing, they are actually following people for many years. Once they have signs of leaking their secrets, the people around them will immediately culminate them."

Fan Xian said slightly: "I can guess this, but I don't know what aspects of those people are. I have checked it in the hospital. The Supervision Bureau is only responsible for the periphery. The person responsible for silence has not found it."

"I'm from the palace." Lin Wan'er said with a worried look on her face: "I guess they will follow you to the south of the Yangtze River."

"The subordinates of father-in-law?" Fan Xian smiled comfortably. Since he entered the capital, he has had a good relationship with the eunuchs in the palace. No matter which palace or eunuchs in any faction, they deeply attracted Fan Tisi as their confidant.

"Don't worry about these things anymore." He thought about it and said, "Although the matter in the inner treasury has not been done, the general situation has been decided... Your Stone Prince probably has no chance. The prince's dispute will not surface again within at least a few years. This is what Your Majesty is most grateful to me, although he did not say it."

Lin Wan'er sighed and stared at her husband in a daze. After a while, she said quietly: "Don't think too simple about things... In fact, in my opinion, the emperor just doesn't like his sons to make trouble... As for what he was thinking, who knows? Let's talk about the second emperor brother. Even if he is currently banned at home, who knows whether he will suddenly turn over in the future."

Fan Xian felt a little nervous and listened to his wife continuing to analyze.

"The Emperor is a very special person." Lin Wan'er opened her eyes wide, and her eyes showed a completely different intelligence and cunning from the usual times. "He is a monarch who has climbed up from his blood and fire. His biggest characteristic is self-confidence, and he does not believe that there is an existence in the world that can truly shake his position. Therefore, the battle for imperial power only brings him an upset, but as a father, he doesn't want to see his flesh and blood trash... I guess he doesn't care about the title of the prince's brother. Who will take the position in the future depends on what he thinks, and see how the emperor's brother will perform in the years to come."

"Even these are not the focus of the emperor's concern." Lin Wan'er continued to whisper: "My uncle is in good health and is not old. He thinks he can live for many years... He has never thought about the issue of passing the throne. In fact, his mind is still in the world, and his ambitions are still there."

Fan Xian's temples pounded twice, and he frowned and said, "Your Majesty... are you still preparing for war?"

"No way." Lin Wan'er was a girl's house after all, and she didn't like the war. Youyou said: "In fact, it has been very strange for more than ten years. Now Xihu dares not come to the east. The matter of Nanyue is about to be settled. Your Majesty is just waiting for you to gather the inner treasury. The people in Jiangnan are gradually getting better, and the national treasury has sufficient silver and food, so I am afraid that they will send troops again."

"Look at the scope." Fan Xian said: "The key is the level of war. If it was still the kind of small-scale fights last year, there was no need to worry about it."

"Worry?" Lin Wan'er smiled and said, "Of course, the Emperor and the Privy Council are worried about this matter. If you want to leave it to Jiangnan, don't worry. Even if the Supervisory Council wants to participate in the war, it will be a matter of three things."

Fan Xian smiled and didn't explain anything. If the Emperor of Qing was really ready to start World War II, he would have to give up his thoughts. If wisdom doesn't work, then try violence.

Lin Wan'er didn't know that he was thinking about such a ruthless thing, and said to herself: "In theory, the prince's brother should be the one who takes over the throne, but you also know that Your Majesty has always disliked the queen, so there are variables in this matter. Except for the eldest brother, everyone has a chance, even if the third brother is only eight or nine years old... You went to Jiangnan this time, although it is known that the court and the country are exiled in disguise, but Your Majesty asked you to take the third brother with you... This matter is a bit strange. My husband has to observe."

Fan Xian nodded, still saying nothing, listening to his wife's words calmly. He knew that he had left Beijing soon, and Wan'er was worried, so she made an exception to say so many things.

"The Empress Dowager likes the prince and the second prince, and there seems to be no difference. The old man dislikes the eldest brother the most, nor does he like the third brother." Lin Wan'er said the secret secret in the palace. "Although the queen has no real power, she has always had good friends with her mother."

Fan Xian listened carefully to Qingguo's harem politics and interjected: "Why don't you like the third brother?"

Lin Wan'er glanced out the window and said hesitantly: "It's probably because of the master... You also know that Concubine Yi has a close relationship with our family."

"Wan'er, according to your opinion, what should I do when I go to Jiangnan this time?" Fan Xian asked very seriously.

Lin Wan'er said directly: "Strictly manage the third brother and keep a distance. The teacher is like a teacher. You can't let the queen mother think you are deliberately indoctrinating him... In addition, you must investigate the case quickly and not delay. After delaying for a long time, your life will not be easy... My mother is not only the second prince and the Censorate in the court."

Fan Xian was stunned.

Lin Wan'er struggled for a long time before she said softly: "Maybe everyone thinks that she had a good relationship with the Eastern Palace just to hide the smoke bomb of the second prince, but you must be careful, maybe the prince's brother will fall to her again one day."
To be continued...