Chapter 152: This matter is not about the romance

The spring breeze is not about the wind and moon, nor is the summer breeze. It is just that the humid, clear or stuffy air is constantly rubbing itself. However, people in the air will have some emotions that suit the situation because of the rubbing of heaven and earth.

"So what if it is clear? Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor of Qing will believe your statement?" Haitang was wearing a light green single dress, with two large pockets sewn without any intention on the dress, and her hands were inserted into her pocket without any intention. She looked at Fan Xian and said with a smile.

Fan Xian turned his head slightly, knowing what she meant, and asked Eunuch Yao to pass the scenes of Jiangnan back to Kyoto, so that everyone in the court knew that he had chosen the third brother. This kind of practice of standing in front of the emperor before the emperor chose, Fan Xianding would not have committed this taboo.

But today is different. Fan Xian has too much power, so he wants to express his opinion to the emperor that he has no interest in that chair.

But the question is just as Haitang said, why should the emperor believe in himself? Just the third brother? After all, the third brother is still a child. After the emperor's hundred years, if Fan Xian supports the third brother to the throne, with his power and background behind him, he can at any time put the third brother in vain, take charge of the regent, and hide the curtains.

"Your Majesty is in good health, and the spring and autumn are in full swing." Fan Xian lowered his head and said softly: "The future will be too long. I can't always be so lonely. Moreover, the third brother is by my side. I will follow his wishes. As for... what consequences will it cause?"

His eyes narrowed, looked at the thin lake in front of him, looked at the faint mist on the lake, and said softly: "I have been thinking about a question."

Haitang yawned and covered her mouth and asked, "What's the problem?"

"I have another idea to stand up this time, which is to give some pressure to the two emperors in Beijing." Fan Xian said with a smile. The two emperors he mentioned were naturally the prince and the second prince. "I really want to force them to jump over the wall, otherwise I will always be so procrastinating, and my mother-in-law doesn't know how tall it is, and whether it is as high as a floor..."

He shook his head: "I always don't want to wait any longer."

Haitang's heart moved slightly and looked at him with a side face: "I really plan to showdown..."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "The problem has not been finished yet. I want to force the two brothers to jump over the wall, but what about your majesty? If he asks the third brother to follow me to go down the south of the Yangtze River, he will definitely think that the situation in the future will develop like this... The third brother joined in again. His attitude is so ambiguous, how can the prince be better? The second prince cannot succeed now, and it is impossible to just let it go... Could it be that our emperor, His Majesty, also wants to force his son to rebel?"

Explained this doubt, the chill in his heart sootheed a little, and he sighed and exhaled his lips.

Haitang lowered his head and said, "Even if the emperor's family is ruthless, they are fathers after all. Why do they fiddle with their own son like this?"

Fan Xian nodded: "This is something I don't understand."

"Congratulations." Haitang suddenly spoke.

Fan Xianyi said: "Why are you happy?"

"Since you have such a similar idea to your emperor, you will win the game after that year, naturally, you will win." Haitang said softly.

Fan Xian thought for a while and said softly: "It seems that your confidence in my emperor is even more sufficient than my confidence in him."

"Because you are from the southerner." Haitang Tanmo said: "Because after you entered the capital, the Emperor of Qing State had been a little silent, so you have never felt his terror. When he was the crown prince, he led the army to three northern expeditions. With a remote Qing State, he defeated the great Wei Dynasty and silenced the world... I consider this kind of method and such horror, and naturally I have great confidence in him."

"The monarch of your country is a great king." Haitang praised the emperor of a foreign country very directly. "In the past two years, the lion has not been taking a nap. It is just squinting its eyes and digesting the food in its belly. But if someone really dares to try to touch his position, his eyes will open and will mercilessly tear the enemy into countless pieces."

Fan Xian fell silent: "Actually... I understand. So I want me to do this, but I don't want him to do it."

"After all, you are still a passionate person." Haitang looked at him with a smile: "Although you often like to hide your compassion under the guise of selfishness, you are still a passionate person. If the Emperor of Qing finally takes anger, it will definitely be blood flowing. You don't want to see this situation. So you want to do it yourself... to minimize the destructive power of this matter."

Fan Xian lowered his head and agreed to this statement. No matter how much hatred he had with the eldest princess Xinyang, the princess and the second prince, the eldest princess was Wan'er's biological mother after all, and the cute Ye Ling'er also became the second princess... The war about that chair would inevitably cause trouble to the Yan family. Fan Xian was a ruthless person in many ways, but he didn't want thousands of heads to hang on the walls of Kyoto, so that the filthy blood would wet the walls.

The Second Prince, who is very similar to me, smiles so ashamedly. Can he still smile like that after he becomes a human?

If the emperor wins with himself, what should the Ye family do? What should Ye Ling'er do?

For Fan Xian, this is all a problem, but for the Emperor, this is not a problem. So Fan Xian strongly hopes to get the initiative to solve this problem, but...

Haitang said softly: "You should also understand that you alone cannot solve this problem. Your enemies still have a lot of power that can exceed your response. For those people, Emperor Qing has his own arrangements and does not need to let you do it for you. In the final analysis, you are now just the most powerful sword in his hand, but he is holding the sword."

Fan Xian knew that she was talking about Junshan Club, so he nodded silently.

"There is also the Queen Mother." Haitang said with a smile.

Fan Xian found a hint of gloom in the smile in her eyes, and couldn't help but mutter: "Both empress dowagers are in trouble."

Haitang obviously didn't want to continue the unsolved topic, and his eyes fell on the ancient sword beside his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

"Sent from Wang Qinian." Fan Xian explained in response to her eyes: "I heard it was the sword of the last emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty."

Haitang was not of a strange color. It seemed that he had known the origin of the sword for a long time. He said coldly: "Be careful to cause too much discussion."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Thank you for your reminder. I thought few people could recognize it."

Haitang lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said quietly: "The Great Wei destroyed the country, only about thirty years ago. Although the last spiritual symbol of the Great Wei, Sean and Zhuang Mohan, has passed away, after all, it is not long since. Now, there are not a few people in the world who remember the personnel affairs at that time."

Fan Xian didn't know why the girl's family was different, and a ridiculous feeling surged in his heart. Today, it can be called peace and prosperity everywhere. Who would have thought that, but more than 20 years ago, the world was still a huge battlefield. At that time, wars continued, countless people died, and a great country was destroyed. Two major countries were born, with blood from green mountains, yellow waves piled up corpses, and hundreds of thousands of white bones piled up. Now the big figures who are leading the trend of the world are born.

The two of them fell silent and looked at the Shouhu in front of them in a daze.

This Shouhu Lake is not the Shouhu Lake in Baoyue Tower, but the lake behind Baoyue Tower in Suzhou. Last month, Fan Sizhe wrote a letter to ask the pedestrians in Jiangnan to start digging the lake. He requisitioned many migrant workers, and even doubled the area of ​​Shouhu Lake. Now, if you look from Baoyue Tower to the rear, the beautiful scenery is even better than that at that time.

However, Baoyue Tower was cut halfway by the sword, and he was still busy repairing it at this time, so Fan Xian and Haitang were just standing by the lake deserted, watching the mist on the lake dissipate and gather again, and it was as impermanent as life and the world.

"Your brothel is very slow to be built." Haitang seemed to have mentioned something unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry to use your Northern Qi silver in front of you." Fan Xian smiled and explained immediately: "There is no hurry to build a building. I have transferred some professionals from Beijing to carefully check the sword marks in the building."

The so-called professionals are naturally those guys in two or three places. The Baoyue Cancel Tower is Ye Liuyun’s first crime scene. Fan Xian hopes to dig out some real methods of masters from the sword marks and breaths for future use.

Haitang said, "I've seen it."

"Oh?" Fan Xian's eyes lit up. Knowing that the girl's family's vision of martial arts was much higher than that of her, she thought she would have discovered something.

"Eight pillars are cut off at the same time." Haitang recalled the thin traces in the building and couldn't help but sigh: "The rest of the cracks are only invaded by the sword intent... You and I can barely do it if you want to kill the pillars, but I don't know when to come into contact with that realm."

Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "In your opinion, how many swords can Ye Liuyun draw with such a shocking slash?"

"Three Swords."

Haitang said directly: "This is a normal situation. If the old man fought hard, no one knows what miracle would happen."

It is indeed a miracle. With the power of human beings, they can even use the power of heaven and earth.

"You really don't follow me?" Fan Xian vomited a deep breath of turbid air towards the lake.

"Suzhou always has to keep personal land." Haitang said with a smile: "Besides, you shamelessly asked the eight directors to promote your and my personalities. If you really go to Hangzhou, how do you tell me to deal with yourself? Even if you are a shameless person, you must understand me."

It was very direct and resentful, although she was talking with a smile, but Fan Xian could not resist it at all.

He smiled and said, "Then I'll leave."

Haitang bowed slightly and said softly: "No gift."

In Suzhou City in the early morning, the wind and fog on the lake spread rapidly towards the sunlight. The young man and woman no longer say a word, but naturally walked along the lakeside separately, in different directions.

It didn't take much time to leave Suzhou. Fan Xian had already prepared to live in Jiangnan by the West Lake in Hangzhou. However, because the Ming family was unexpectedly difficult and there were many unexpected stories, he stayed there until now. Knowing that he was going to move to Hangzhou, his subordinates had already prepared everything, and even the girls in Huayuan were prepared to move under the leadership of Sisi.

Fan Xian did not return Huayuan to the salt merchant. After all, Haitang still had to stay in Suzhou, staring at the large amount of money in the Neiku Transportation Department and the Investment Merchants Money House. So he always had to give the girl a place to live. He also carefully left a few little maids who looked pretty and were neat.

Yang Jimei naturally would not feel sorry for the garden, but instead was happy and cruel.

At the farewell banquet, Yang Jimei sat happily in the lower head. She didn't listen to the two senior officials who said anything to each other. She just felt that blue smoke was coming from her ancestral grave, and she could have a table with the imperial envoy!

It took not much time to eat. Xue Qing, the governor of Jiangnan, used to rarely see the local governor. Now he is being investigated by the Supervision Bureau. These officials have come to see Fan Xian off, but because of the ruthless situation in the bamboo shed that day, the officials from Jiangnan from all over the country dare not give any gifts.

But Xue Qing prepared extremely expensive gifts without hesitation, and the weight of the gift list made Fan Xian a little dumbfounded.

After the banquet, Fan Xian and Xue Qing walked casually in the garden. Fan Xian smiled and said, "Sir, you are so spoiled by the younger generation... First, you can't afford it. Second, how can I be kind enough to train these officials on Jiangnan Road in the future?"

The words are puns.

Xue Qing laughed and scolded: "It's not a gift to you. You have to take it if you don't take it."

Fan Xian was puzzled.

Xue Qing said in a loud voice: "Half of it is given to Miss Lin's family, no, it should be Mrs. Fan. She first came to Hangzhou and must have not brought enough things around her. This was for her."

He continued: "The other half is the filial piety to the teacher. The students have been busy with official duties in Suzhou and cannot go to express their filial piety with their own hearts. I hope Mr. Xiao Fan will bring this thought to me for my official."

Fan Xian smiled. He had already notified Xue Qing about his trip to Wuzhou a few days ago and wrote it in his letter to His Majesty. Then he remembered that no matter what, Xue Qing must back up the gifts heavily.

After thinking through this, he stopped talking. Fan Xian said softly: "I am in Hangzhou. What instructions do you have? Just write."

"Don't dare." Xue Qing said with a smile: "You are also an imperial envoy. You don't dare to give orders, but there are always troubles."

Fan Xian responded casually. He knew that Xue Qingqing had been hoping that he would leave Suzhou in the morning and did not point out the matter.

When they were about to part, Xue Qing suddenly asked, "Mr. Xiao Fan. I have something that I have never found."

"Sir, please speak." Fan Xian said seriously.

Xue Qing pondered for a moment and said, "How old is this year...?"

As the Governor of Jiangnan, he did not say anything like Gui Geng, but asked directly in the tone of an elder. Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's nineteen."

Xue Qing was slightly stunned. The rumors made him feel a little unbelievable. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "It turns out that a hero is a boy."

When the imperial envoy left the city, Huayuan suddenly became much quieter. Suzhou City, which had been under the powerful pressure of the Supervision Office and Fan Xian, seemed to have come alive in one day. After confirming that the black carriage convoy of Fan's mansion had left the city gate, the citizens of Suzhou began to run around and tell, and tears filled their eyes. The treacherous minister finally left, and some even began to set off firecrackers.

That night, officials from Jiangnan Road, especially Suzhou Prefecture began to celebrate each other's bitterness of not being invited to have tea by the Supervision Bureau. As for those officials who had fallen, naturally no one looked at them again.

Although Suzhou and Hangzhou are close to each other, Fan Xian could not hear the sound of firecrackers sent by Suzhou citizens to the plague god. Later, although the spies from the Supervision Bureau reported it, he just laughed it off.

The group lived in Peng's Manor by West Lake in Hangzhou. When they returned to the time they first arrived in Jiangnan, Fan Xian had not touched the ground yet and asked, "Where is Madam?"

Some subordinates reported: "It seems that something is hindering, and there is Shazhou."

Fan Xian was slightly stunned, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. After thinking for a while, he didn't say much and led seven tiger guards to Shazhou.

When the dusk arrived in Shazhou, Fan Xian was worried about Wan'er, so he gave up the carriage he used to ride on and rode his horse directly. When he entered Shazhou City, he felt like he was dispersed.

The subordinates and the tiger guards behind him were even more pale and almost fell into the rapid movement of the day.

More than a dozen horses crushed the quietness of Shazhou after nightfall and came directly to a manor. This manor was the branch of Jiangnan Shuihan in Shazhou. Now it has naturally been requisitioned by the Supervision Bureau. After a little repair, it has become Fan Xian’s nominal private residence.

Fan Xian turned over and dismounted, ignored the greetings of his subordinates at the door, and rushed into the yard.

Before entering the stone steps of the inner house, I saw a familiar man, who was Tengjia's wife. Fan Xian frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Young Master?" A hint of joy flashed in Tengjia's wife's eyes, "Why are you here? Young grandma is fine, she is just resting in the house."

Fan Xian didn't believe her. Logically speaking, Wan'er should have been to Hangzhou today. She was delayed and was probably because of something wrong with her body. He hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed to the edge of the bed like a gust of wind. He closed the wooden door tightly with his palm.

He looked at the girl's house lying on the bed, looked at the tiredness on the familiar and beautiful face, and couldn't help but feel distressed and said, "If you are not in good health, just walk slowly."

Lin Wan'er looked at him with a smile and said, "Let's walk slowly...you'll have more time to be happy?"

Fan Xian was stunned and smiled and said, "Where did you come from so many jokes?" As he spoke, his fingers were gently placed on his wife's white wrist and began to take her pulse.

What Fan Xian was most worried about was Wan'er's body. After all, he had been suffering from lung disease for several years. Although he had been taking care of himself in the past two years and had medicines from Teacher Fei Jie, Wan'er's body was weak and was afraid that he could not resist the cold on the road.

With his fingers gently placed on Wan'er's wrist, Fan Xian's face gradually became cautious, especially the feeling at the tentacles, which made him slightly shocked - Why is Wan'er so thin?

"Have you stopped the medicine?" Feeling a different pulse, Fan Xian withdrew his fingers like an electric shock, and looked at his wife in surprise, his eyes full of care and confusion.
Chapter completed!