Chapter 121: The buns in Xinfeng Pavilion, the prince and the lawyer in the hall

“I always feel like there is something missing in my life.”

On the last day of March in Jiangnan, the spring rain moistened the ground silently, falling on the Huayuan Pavilion, gently like the soft waves of lovers looking at each other. Under the pavilion, a pair of men and women lay on two extremely comfortable chairs and spoke.

Haitang glanced at Fan Xian, shook his head and said, "You can be said to be perfect in this life, but what are the shortcomings?"

Fan Xian thought about his past in this life and indeed said that he was full of energy and acted recklessly, asking for money, power and power, and having people. He had all the enjoyment he could have. He could still have what others could not do. But for some reason, he was the boss's dissatisfaction. He thought he knew how to spend his life, but when he really lived like this, the unknown desire in his heart became heavier and heavier.

It has nothing to do with the vague things about ideal humanities. He said with a bitter face: "There was an emperor who used to think back to the past when he was old and confused, saying that he had ten martial arts skills and could be called a perfect old man... Of course, this emperor was also a fool when he was young. He was an emperor and was much more arrogant than me, but I didn't want to be a fool, nor did I think there was a perfect thing in the world."

"Do you want to be an emperor?" Haitang smiled and asked everyone around Fan Xian, even a confidant like Wang Qinian, who dared not ask.

Haitang thought Fan Xian was really a wonderful person. When he heard a Northern Qi man ask such a rebellious question, he didn't even cover it up. Instead, he fell into deep thought. If outsiders saw this behavior, he would definitely think that Fan Xian had already developed a disobedient heart.

"Being an emperor is too tiring." Fan Xian said with a headache: "Your emperor, my emperor, seems to live a comfortable life, but it is exhausting. It's really meaningless."

Haitang smiled slightly and said, "I think it's not much easier for you to be this imperial envoy than to be an emperor."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't do this when the emperor wants to see tens of people die in front of him."

Haitang said slightly: "Didn't you always think that you are ruthless in front of me?"

"I can do it if I kill more than a dozen people, kill a hundred people." Fan Xian said seriously: "I really want to swim in the sea of ​​blood. I don't know if I will be so cruel at that time."

"The so-called quantitative change causes qualitative change. I told you before."

He waved his hand, not wanting to continue this boring topic anymore, and lay on the chair and listened carefully to the subtle and inaudible sound of the spring rain moistening the earth.

The pavilion gradually became quiet.

At a moment, an official from the Supervision Bureau wore a lotus suit and appeared silently at the entrance of the back garden of Huayuan. The rain wet his official uniform and made him feel a scent of coldness all over his body. It was Deng Ziyue who had just come from Kyoto.

Haitang smiled and said, "It seems that you have to continue to be busy again and continue to plan to kill less people." After saying this, the girl's family naturally put her hands into her big bag without waiting for Fan Xian to reply. She dragged her steps, shook her waist, and carried the village girl away from the pavilion.

Fan Xian smiled and looked at Haitang's back as he left, and saw the drizzle in the darkness. She shook her lightly, and the rain wet her hair on her temples. It seemed that the girl did not carry the true energy of Tianyi. The so-called closeness to nature is natural. It was just that the feet wearing cloth shoes were not stained by the water on the ground. It seemed that she had done some tricks.

When Deng Ziyue saw Haitang leave, she entered the pavilion silently and said, "Like yesterday, the Qinglu articles in the hall are still entangled in today. Although Song Shiren is sharp-tongued and has no disadvantage in the scene, there is no progress in essence. As long as Suzhou Prefecture holds Qinglu and Xia Qifei has a will in hand, it is impossible to win this lawsuit."

Fan Xian nodded, indicating that he knew, and then fell into deep thought.

Today is the last day of March. The case of Mingjiajiajiajiayuan, which caused a sensation in Jiangnan, has reached a fourth day. After experiencing the first day of storm, the trial of the next few days has reached a deadlock. Although this was Fan Xian's expectation, Fan Xian was also a little impatient to listen to the returns of his subordinate officials every day.

On the first day of the opening, Song Shiren cleverly used the suicide note to confirm that Xia Qifei was a descendant of the Ming family. The news immediately spread from Suzhou Prefecture to Jiangnan. Now everyone knows that the seventh young master of the Ming family has come back to life and is competing for family property with the Ming family's parents.

However... the Qinglu is established in accordance with the spirit of the scriptures. The natural inheritance rights of the eldest son's earth have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts and are clearly written on the rules. The suicide note seems to have played its historical role, which will be of great help to Xia Qifei's wishes.

If Xia Qifei wanted to regain the huge property of the Ming family, if he wanted to overthrow the local rules for thousands of years, people had been following the local rules. This rule was really powerful and could not be overturned by one person. Not only Fan Xian was not good, but even the Emperor of Qing was afraid that if this case was used to break the natural inheritance rights of the eldest son, it would have a great impact...

Fan Xian frowned and suddenly thought of a very strange thing. If the influence of the Ming family's property lawsuit continues to expand, leading to a great debate on ideological liberation, what is the natural status of the prince in the palace?

He took a breath. This plan was drafted by Yan Bingyun. At the same time, after Chen Pingping's approval, the scheming old lame man would not have expected the subsequent impact of this matter. Could it be... The old lame man received the emperor's secret instructions, which began to shake the public opinion atmosphere of the prince's natural inheritance?

The Jiangnan Ming family has a big deal, but if it affects Kyoto, the matter will become more and more serious, so that Fan Xian doesn't want to see such a situation at all. Although because of his mother, Fan Xian could not watch the prince succeed to the throne and was determined to kill his queen and become the empress dowager, under the current situation, directly stirring the prince may prompt the prince to abandon his past grudges and join the second prince with the eldest prince. Fan Xian does not want to see such a result for the time being.

Fan Xian fell into silence. His explanation to Song Shiren was to try his best to drag the lawsuit and attack the case vigorously, with the greater the impact, and now he discovered that some of the old lame man's thoughts were hidden behind this matter.

He trusted Chen Pingping, but... Chen Pingping seemed to have always been based on some reason to protect him, and there were many things that had not been pointed out to him. Fan Xian was a person who was willing to learn to understand the situation and control the situation.

"It seems that after the Ming family's affairs temporarily calm down, I really want to go to Wuzhou." He sighed, feeling more and more that his father had arranged for him to go to Wuzhou to meet his father-in-law. It seemed that his father had known for a long time that he would have some doubts about the situation in the court. Now that he is far away from Kyoto and is really helping him solve the problem face to face, the only one who is far away from Kyoto and is really helping him solve the problem face to face.

Deng Ziyue could not guess Fan Xian’s real concerns, but he could also see that Lord Tisi had some different ideas about the lawsuit for Mingjia’s family property, and frowned and asked for instructions: “Did Song Shiren settle the lawsuit? Anyway, Xia Qifei has now been confirmed as the seventh son of the Ming family. In a few days, the Supervisory Office will come forward to ask him to worship his ancestors and return to his hometown. According to Qinglu, the Ming family always has to give him some share. Although those shares are not very prominent, they have also achieved the adult’s previous goal and allowed him to successfully enter the Ming family.”

Fan Xian felt a little comforted when he listened to Deng Ziyue's analysis. It felt really good to have a close friend around him, but he did not answer his question. Instead, he asked carefully: "Let Xia Qifei arrange everything... Oh, now it should be called Mingqingcheng, let Mingqingcheng meet the fourth brother of the Ming family. What's going on?"

Since Xia Qifei wanted to pierce the throat of the Ming family like a thorn, he certainly had to collude with some dissidents within the Ming family. Fan Xian did not know very carefully about the filthy activities of wealthy families, but in his previous life, he had watched Hong Kong TV series many times.

Deng Ziyue replied: "It's already connected. Let Xia Qifei meet the fourth brother of the Ming family at the beginning of next month."

Fan Xian nodded, then began to talk about the previous problem. He gently bit his itchy inner lip and said calmly: "I still let Song Shiren continue to fight and continue to fight this lawsuit! The bigger the momentum, the better... Even if I can't win, I can't lose! Put pressure on Suzhou Prefecture. Don't let them close the case forcibly, and the gentry and people in the world start to think about that problem!"

Deng Ziyue raised his head and said in a slight shock: "Sir, what's the problem?"

Fan Xian found out that he had missed his mouth and smiled. After thinking for a while, he did not intend to hide the confidant in front of him. He said, "If everyone in the world starts to think about whether he is the eldest son, he should be born to inherit his family property."

Deng Ziyue, now the head of Qi Nian group, knows everything about Fan Xian very clearly. After listening to Lord Tisi's words, he savored the taste, and was shocked. He held his fists and dissuaded: "Sir, I can't help... if I make the heart of the court in the court..., it will not end."

Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Ziyue, you seem to have forgotten your identity. Your official surname is Fan. Don't worry too much. As for the doubts about me... I am afraid that the nobles in the palace will suspect that I am a little overdoing my duty."

He had already thought about it. He would sooner or later he would have to face the Eastern Palace. At this time, he would first stab the other party according to Chen Pingping's intention... Anyway, with his current power and status, as long as he is not a rebellion, no one can do anything to him. What's more, even if some people think that he created this kind of public opinion for his future, more people should think that Fan Xian is making arrangements for the third prince.

"Don't report to the dean for this matter." Fan Xian ordered: "It's just a trivial matter."

Deng Ziyue could not hide his fear at all, and thought bitterly that the publicity offensive for the throne had officially begun. Is it just a trivial matter?

Fan Xian didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly laughed: "Song Shiren is just a lawsuit, but is it the fulcrum that pierces the earth? Perhaps I have made this complicated. The debate in court is probably not related to the old rules of the world."

Deng Ziyue didn't understand the words Earth, but he also guessed the general meaning and replied with a wry smile: "That Song Shiren met Chen Bochang, he was really going to meet good people. Both sides were fighting with sparks, but not just going around the corners of Qinglu... If the content of their arguments in the hall was really spread, I'm afraid that people would really think about that problem more."

Fan Xian was interested: "Oh? Then I have to go and have a look. You go and call the third prince and the big treasure. The whole family will go to Suzhou Prefecture to watch the fun in a while."

Deng Ziyue smiled bitterly and took the order.

Dressed in the drizzle, three all-black carriages left Huayuan and slowly drove to the street closest to Suzhou Prefecture. Everyone in Huayuan was going to have lunch, and Suzhou Prefecture was also temporarily resting. So everyone was not in a hurry.

Although it is the closest food street to Suzhou Prefecture Office, it is still a bit far away. Sitting on the third floor of the Suzhou branch of Xinfeng Pavilion, Fan Xian stood against the railing, looking at the direction of Suzhou Prefecture through the layers of rain, and said annoyedly: "I am not a clever mind, how can I watch the excitement?"

Deng Ziyue had sent someone to book a building before, and was setting up guards again. Hearing Lord Tisi's rebuke, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Lord Tisi, this is the latest... Although the whole family is going out to watch the fun, it's not good for three carriages to drive to Suzhou Prefecture, which alarmed the government and made the people stunned. It's really not possible."

Fan Xian sighed and said, "If I had known this, I would have eaten cook Yang Jimei at home. Why come out in the rain?"

As he was talking, someone pulled the corner of his clothes behind him. When he looked back, he saw that it was the cute and cute Dabao. He couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Dabao. What's wrong?"

Dabao grinned and said, "Xiao Xian... This... the family also... has a gift for the family."

Dabao pointed with his thick fingers to the table, and there was a single big white bread in a steamer. It was lively and the fresh fragrance inside gradually overflowed.

Fan Xian sighed and sat beside Dabao, while using chopsticks to separate the hot buns, took a spoon and put the oil soup spoon from the buns into Dabao's bowl, and said with a smile: "This is also a new style restaurant, but it's just a semicolon in Suzhou."

The shopkeeper of Xinfeng Pavilion who had been serving Xiaoyi was quickly said attentively: "Yes, Young Master Lin. Although Jiangnan is far away, the taste is no different from Kyoto. Please give it a try."

Dabao muttered a few words in a daze, then started an attack on the bun in front of him, leaving the shopkeeper aside.

Fan Xian was a little curious and asked, "Shopkeeper, how can you call out the three words "Young Master Lin?"

The shopkeeper laughed dryly and said with a pleasing voice: "What are you talking about by Lord Tisi? You are in the old korean. You often take Master Lin to the Xinfeng Pavilion for dinner. This is a great face for the small shop. Whenever the old shopkeeper mentioned this, he was extremely proud and admired. Although the young man often lives in Suzhou, he also knows that you have a connection with our Xinfeng Pavilion. Where can I dare not serve him carefully?"

Fan Xian personally took a place in Kyoto, and the closest to a yamen was Xinfeng Pavilion, so he often took Dabao to eat his family's Xiatang buns. At that time, whenever a powerful person had to have a grand ceremony, he would have to have a big banquet at any time. People with status like Fan Xian were so interested in Xiatang buns and fried noodles. Therefore, although Xinfeng Pavilion tasted very beautiful, because of the family style, even if he opened three semicolons in Qingguo, he was famous, but his business was always ordinary.

It was not until later that the Xinfeng Pavilion gradually improved its level in Kyoto because of the frequent reception of Fan Xian and Lin Dabao. I don’t know how many student scholars it attracted. I had to sit in the seat where the poet had sat and taste the buns that Xiao Fan never forgets, which made the old shopkeeper of Xinfeng Pavilion feel happy.

The shopkeeper of Suzhou's semi-colons naturally knew that Fan Xian was a distinguished guest who was waiting for him. Of course, he was flattering and carefully spread some seasonings that removed the smell. Fan Xian was extremely comfortable when he filmed it. For a moment, he even lost most of the depression of not being able to see the scene in Suzhou Prefecture.

Fan Xian was eating noodles and Dabao was eating buns. However, the third prince ate a bowl of dumplings with great politeness, politely and politely. Sisi led a few little maids to drink two bowls of porridge, and then stood under the eaves, watching the rain falling from the sky, stretching out the water out of the eaves and then laughing and enjoying, it was very lively.

Fan Xian never cared about his servants, so these girls were very lively. Listening to the laughter coming from behind, he felt better. He waved his hand to summon Deng Ziyue and said, "Suzhou Prefecture should have started. If you send someone to listen, it's best to copy some to take a look."

Deng Ziyue nodded and went to arrange the manpower.

Fan Xian waved his hand and asked Gao Da and several tiger guards to have dinner next to him, and then he turned around to continue working on the bowl of noodles. Naturally, he couldn't help but grab a piece of meat filling from Dabao's plate to eat again. Dabao was still as noisy as usual, and his big figure showed a small resentment.

Haitang didn't know where he went. At this time, the Xinfeng Pavilion was full of Fan Xian's subordinates, subordinates, and relatives. He was enjoying the rain easily and happily, carrying white noodles, and putting aside all the thoughts in his heart.

When she found that Dabao had finished eating, Fan Xian asked Wenyan if she wanted it. Dabao shook his head, Fan Xian took out the handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped off the oil and water from his mouth for Dabao.

The third prince looked at this scene and felt a little surprised, with a strange look flashing in his eyes.

The tiger guards at the table next to them were also stunned.

Fan Xian cares about the treasure land carefully, and everyone knows it. But when he sees this scene, many people still cannot connect Fan Xian with the vicious and powerful minister of the Supervisory Office. When he was having dinner in the Xinfeng Pavilion, this scene had touched Deng Ziyue and Mu Tie. Today, the Tiger Guards and the Third Highness may have some new views on Fan Xian.

For a demented brother-in-law, he can definitely not simply explain it with "love the house and the mist". Although Fan Xian really likes and respects his wife - the manifestation of these details. If Fan Xian has always used it as a disguise and to win people's hearts, no one would believe that if he does this sincerely all year round, he would not be a great traitor or a great sage.

And which type of Fan Xian is?

In the rainy seasons of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, it is never possible to have the saying that spring rain is as expensive as oil, so the drizzle is getting more and more misty, and God is nourishing and irrigating the earth without hesitation.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the rain outside the eaves. His mind had turned to something else. The court newspaper clearly stated that the precipitation in the upper reaches of the river this year was not very abundant. Although it would have some impact on the resumption of the disaster areas, at least there was no need to worry about the terrible monster of the Spring Flood for the time being. In this way, the river repair work can proceed smoothly. At this time, Yang Wanli should have just entered Kyoto to report. It will probably take some time to arrive at the Heyun Governor's Office.

As for the silver required by the river engineering, the internal treasury bidding was 80% more than in previous years. The number on the surface had been sealed. After a series of complicated procedures, it was transported to Kyoto. It was first entered into the internal treasury, and then the emperor ordered it to pull out some into the national treasury and then sent to the Heyun Governor's Office.

In secret, with the joint efforts of the Ministry of Revenue of the Supervision Bureau, after the careful accounting of the old officials sent by Fan Xian's father, a large amount of silver was already sent directly to the places needed by the river transportation through different channels, and the names used were all ready. Among this large amount of silver, part of the silver was marked from the inner treasury, and the transfer department worked hard to squeeze out the land share, and a large part of it was temporarily borrowed by Fan Xian from the little emperor of the Northern Qi through Haitang.

Anyway, the money is all placed in Taiping Money House, and Fan Xian will use it first. As for the return... Then he has to wait until Xia Qifei and Fan Sizhe in the north to get through the smuggled goods in the inner warehouse to pay it back slowly.

Although Fan Xian had done enough to cover up these things, and the matters related to the Emperor of Northern Qi was even more concealed. He would never let the court in the Kyoto of Qing Kingdom hear any news, Fan Xian had already mentioned the matter of transporting silver to Heyun in a secret report to the emperor. Fan Xian was not selfish in this matter, and he did not make a single or a tael of silver, and the whole thing was secretly operated. Fan Xian could not have invited a few traces of love for the people from this matter... All the benefits created were all the people of Qing Kingdom. In the final analysis, it was also the benefits of the emperor, so the emperor naturally agreed to the matter.

The only problem Fan Xian needs to explain to that emperor now is how he got this large sum of money.

Since we cannot tell the great financial supporter of the Northern Qi Emperor, we need an excellent reason. Fan Xian had already made arrangements for this matter as early as the beginning of his planning, part of which was attributed to the bribes from the official business income in the past two years, part of which was given to the benefits of subverting the Cui family before the New Year, part of which was scrapped in the land in the Transportation Department of the Inner Trust after going to Jiangnan.

If the reconciliation with the emperor in the future is still unmatched, Fan Xian has a last move and said that the money was left to him by Uncle Wu Zhu.

I would not be able to confront Wuzhu. If Heyun is really good, maybe Long Yan Yiyue would be able to use such a rich inner treasury to pay back some of Fan Xian’s silver mark this year.

Regarding the Ming family, Fan Xian naturally had a backup plan, and the investigation and punishment work is slowly underway, but it has been covered up by the dazzling lawsuit. Moreover, for Fan Xian, dealing with the Ming family is indeed a long-term job, and he can only gradually erode. If the methods are really too fierce and the Ming family is too strong, it will affect the stability of Jiangnan, I am afraid that Jiangnan Governor Xue Qing is the first person to stand up and oppose it.

For the rule of dynasty, stability has always been an overwhelming requirement.

The survival of the Ming family is actually not over the lawsuit in Jiangnan, but in the struggle in the Kyoto Palace. If the landlord of the Ming family, the eldest princess, fell into the battle of power, the Ming family naturally could not protect their own basket of eggs. If Fan Xian lost, the Ming family would naturally be proud again, and Xia Qifei would flee everywhere like a dog with a broken family.

If Fan Xian and the eldest princess still maintain a state of being neither up nor down, then the Ming family will only be like this now, suppressed by Fan Xian, but will never collapse. They will live stubbornly and humbly, struggling and waiting.

"grown ups."
To be continued...