Chapter 70: Alternatives in the royal family

"Come with me." Fan Xian stretched out his right arm and made a gesture of inviting him.

Ye Ling'er stared at his face in a daze, then laughed, turned around and looked at the room in the corner of the courtyard, teasing, "Why are you not in a hurry at this time?"

Fan Xian laughed: "It's just a urination."

Ye Ling'er took a few steps forward, walked side by side with him, tilted her head, looked at him with her wool eyes, and asked curiously: "Master, is the conversation in the flower hall so uncomfortable?"

Hearing the word "Master" again, Fan Xian felt warm for no reason. After being stunned, a gentle smile appeared on his face and replied: "You know I am not very used to that kind of occasion."

"How are you doing in Jiangnan?" Ye Ling'er shrank her shoulders and followed him, saying, "I knew something happened on the way back from the master. I should have gone to see you, but..."

It was not that he wanted to speak but stopped, but that he stopped helplessly. The entire Qing Kingdom was speculating about the truth about the sniping in the valley, who wanted to kill Fan Xian was, and many people had bet on the second prince with suspicious eyes. Ye Ling'er knew that Fan Xian was assassinated, of course, was shocked and worried. She even asked her husband privately. Although she received the guarantee from the second prince that the affairs of the valley had nothing to do with him, with the current situation, as Princess Ye Ling'er, it was indeed not convenient to visit the Fan Mansion.

Fan Xian smiled, patted her on the shoulder naturally, and said, "I am so slim, why is there such a chance of something happening?"

The hand that was stretched out suddenly froze. Fan Xian took his hand back and laughed at himself. The other party is now married to a princess, and he must be at a proper level in his words and doing things.

While chatting about the situation after the farewell, the two walked along the road of the royal palace to the lake. Fan Xian said softly: "Wan'er hasn't seen you some days. She has been reciting the past few days."

Lin Wan'er and Ye Ling'er are the best friends in the boudoir between marriages, but now they are married to the two most incompatible people in the younger generation of Qing Kingdom, which is bound to be extremely troubled.

Ye Ling'er said sadly: "I miss her too."

"If you have nothing to do, come to the mansion to play." Fan Xian said gently: "If you are not convenient to leave the mansion, I will send her to the royal palace to see you."

Ye Ling'er sighed, stood by a bare winter tree, looked at Fan Xian and asked, "Master, I really don't understand you men. He also has the same words, and the words are so similar... Those who listen to it always think that there is never anything between you."

The one he said in this sentence was naturally the second prince.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "What does it have to do with the friendship between men and you girls?"

"It's okay?" Ye Ling'er's straightforward temperament said with a face raised: "Can one of Wan'er and I become a widow, and can still speak as freely as before?"

Fan Xian was stunned. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "What do you mean by your opinion?"

Ye Ling'er stood by the tree in silence, and sighed after a long time. She knew in her heart that there were many things that could not be changed by her own wishes. As the daughter of the Ye family. In the days before her marriage, she could wear the red clothes and gallop on the long streets, so that the people of Kyoto would familiarize themselves with her face, and they didn't care what the Imperial Station would say. What would her father be angry about... because she was Ye Ling'er, but what was Ye Ling'er to the entire Qing Kingdom?

"I saw your uncle in Jiangnan." Fan Xian smiled and changed the topic, reminding him: "But not many people know about this, so don't spread it outside."

"I understand." Ye Ling'er was a little surprised: "What did the old man go to Jiangnan to do?"

It was Fan Xian's turn to be surprised: "Your uncle is also a great master, why are you shouting like that?"

Ye Ling'er pursed and said, "He is shaking outside every year, and occasionally he doesn't bring any good things when he goes home... I call him old man, what can he have?"

Fan Xian smiled. However, through Ye Ling'er's words, he confirmed the intimacy between Ye Liuyun and the Ye family, and Ye Liuyun was nominally traveling around the world, but he must have gone home many times, otherwise the young Ye Ling'er would not have called him so intimately.

"After getting married, did you throw away your kung fu?" Fan Xian asked softly.

Ye Ling'er smiled, wondering if the master was preparing to take the exam, but under the current circumstances, Fan Xian still did not keep a distance from him to avoid anything. This made the woman feel a little good. Her eyes showed a look of eagerness to try.

Fan Xian pretended not to see this look and left the lonely winter tree on his own. He walked towards the lake in front of him. At this time, the two had already circled around and arrived at another corner of the lake and cold lake. A corner of the flower hall not far away was vaguely visible.

A cold wind came from behind, and it pierced Fan Xian's ears very quickly and sinisterly!

Before Fan Xian turned around, his right shoulder shook, and the domineering true energy in his body surged along the increasingly wider meridians, pouring into his right arm, urging his right arm to naturally struggle!

With a wave of his palm, the five slender fingers turned into five remaining branches, forming several afterimages, which were extremely fast and clear on the cold wind behind his head.

Several crisp sounds of bangs, and the cold wind was beaten down for no reason.

However, Ye Ling'er's reaction was very fast and punched Fan Xian straight to the back of the head.

Fan Xian didn't dare to hold it big. He turned his toes and turned his whole body over, and naturally flipped his palms to block in front of him... It was as if two door panels were suddenly raised in front of him, blocking Ye Ling'er's fist wind completely outside the door!

Immediately afterwards, he paused, bent his knees slightly, and turned the silent kick below.

The battle ended with several puffs.

Fan Xian and Ye Ling'er stood by the lake, with their fists and palms intersecting, and their legs below were also placed in the same place... This posture looked a little ambiguous, and Fan Xian felt the sensation of the elastic touch from his knees, and naturally his heart was slightly swayed, and he felt something different.

He coughed twice, separated from Ye Ling'er, and said with a smile: "It's still too slow."

Ye Ling'er took back the knife that had not been unsheathed in discontent and said, "That's because you're too fast."

Fan Xian's eyes drooped unintentionally. He looked at the cute little cotton boots embroidered on Ye Ling'er's feet, and imagined that if he had slowed his movements before, he would definitely not feel very uncomfortable if he had kicked his lower abdomen.

"Don't use this trick in the future, as it will ruin the descendants." He teased.

Ye Ling'er snorted and said, "It was the master who said that the so-called small means are just shameless... No wonder I couldn't kick you this time, and I realized that you like to do these insidious means the most, and of course you can guess my next step."

Fan Xian was speechless. Before the two fought each other, Ye Ling'er used Fan Xian's small tricks, but Fan Xian used the Ye family's big split coffin. This is the simplified version of the Grand Master Ye Liuyun's Sleeping Sword. Although Ye Ling'er is a rare seventh-grade master among women, she naturally has no room for performance in front of him.

Ye Ling'er suddenly asked in confusion: "Master, although the stab behind my back is a false move, why do you dare to bounce it directly with your spare hand?"

Fan Xian glanced at her and said angrily: "Since it's a trial move, of course you won't use any powerful weapon to feed poison. What am I afraid of? ... Also, your little tricks are still not ruthless enough, and finally the fist and palms were controlled. The hairpin on your head can also be used to kill people."

Ye Ling'er glared at him and said, "Will you all disperse? This is in the palace of Your Highness. Where can I find a maid to comb my hair?"

Fan Xian laughed and said, "There is still something that can open your mouth...it can bite people."

"Is the master I worship a big dog?" Ye Ling'er was a little annoyed and said, "If you are a master, you don't know how to give in."

Fan Xian looked at the stubborn and dissatisfied girl's house, and couldn't help but think of the situation when he punched her nose on the long street in Kyoto two years ago, making her squat on the ground and cry, and laughed happily. After a while, he suddenly said, "Don't call her master in the future. Although I have no objection, you are the princess now."

In fact, the powerful people in Kyoto are very clear about the fact that Ye Ling'er and her master and apprentice are just familiar with the fact that they just think it is a mess between children and their families, and they don’t care much. Even Ye Chong himself never raised any objections, but the situation is already different now. In addition, Ye Ling'er's identity is more noble. It is natural for Fan Xian to have this proposal.

Ye Ling'er, the young man, was displeased and said angrily: "So what if I call me? If not, then you can call me master. Anyway, the Ye family's free hand cannot be passed on to outsiders."

Fan Xian was suffocated and smiled bitterly, knowing that Ye Ling'er was telling the truth. He learned how to chop the coffin from her, and he really took advantage of the other party and could no longer say anything long distance away.

The two walked along the lakeside. Since Ye Ling'er became a princess, she has no chance to show up everywhere and fight with others for fun. Today, she occasionally fought with her master. Although she only had a moment, she was extremely excited. She finally calmed down and said after a while, she suddenly said, "Master, my father has also returned to Beijing."

Fan Xian was stunned and understood what she was reminding herself.

"The people in the old military headquarters hate you now." Ye Ling'er looked at him with a smile.

Fan Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly. No matter how powerful his power is, as long as the military still stands on its opposite side, and the people of the Ye family and Qin family are still alive, they will not be able to cause a fundamental blow to the second prince, nor will they completely eliminate the second prince's strong desire to grab the dragon throne. Ye returned to Beijing just to report his duties, but he, and Ye Liuyun behind him, have become the pillar of the second prince because of Ye Ling'er's relationship...

I finally calmed down for a few days, but I don’t want to hear any bad news from you.”

After Ye Ling'er was silent for a moment, she said seriously: "Master, no matter what, I am always a girl from the Ye family. I will stand on my father and him."

Fan Xian paused and said seriously after thinking for a long time: "This is very worthwhile. Believe me, I'm telling the truth."

Ye Ling'er's eyes showed a hint of sadness. She knew that Fan Xian's words came from the bottom of her heart and became clearer. Their positions were always difficult to soften.

"Look, the ice on this lake will always melt." Fan Xian suddenly smiled and said, "Who said that this is the only thing in this world?"

Ye Ling'er smiled, her eyes emitting a pure and gratifying glow like jade. She nodded heavily.

Not far from the lake is the flower hall with windows open, and you can see those people chatting inside. Fan Xian pointed to that place and teased Ye Ling'er beside him and said, "We are walking around the lake... it's really a bit out of tune. If the people in the pavilion see it, they might be talking nonsense."

Although the people of Qing Kingdom are open, it is always a bit inappropriate for men and women to get along alone, and Ye Ling'er's face is slightly embarrassed.

Fan Xian continued to tease and said, "Do you think the second child will be furious at this time? As a result, he still has to maintain a slightly shy and calm smile on his face?"

"Don't forget. You smile so terrifyingly every day!" Ye Ling'er said with great anger, "Also, think about what Wan'er is thinking first."

"Wan'er is a good person." Fan Xian sighed: "She has always urged me to find a few more sisters to accompany her..."

As soon as this said, Fan Xian said intimately that this teasing has exceeded the limits of the master and apprentice. With the ambiguity and clarity, there is a little more Meng Lang's spirit. The other party is not the old girl, but the princess who has married a wife.

Sure enough, Ye Ling'er was stunned for a moment before she understood what he was saying. She was furious after being shocked, and clenched her fists and thrust her head.

Fan Xian knew that it was his habitual rogue habit, and he felt very guilty, so he dared not fight back. He turned into a broken dog and ran along the lake in panic, wanting to hide in the flower hall.

In the flower hall, there were a narrow windows in the half-person high ground, and the cold wind on the lake blew in. However, the warm cage turned into a fresh and lovely spring atmosphere. The royal men and women in the hall were talking about interesting things when they were young, but later someone noticed the couple opposite the lake first.

The eldest princess smiled and said, "Look at what is this doing?"

The eldest prince looked up and his face changed slightly. He then smiled and explained, "That kid has always regarded himself as Ling'er's master, but I'm afraid he is teaching people a lesson again."

The eldest princess smiled and glanced at the second prince's face with his own light.

At this time, Li Hongcheng held a glass of wine and looked up at the window in a state of intoxication. He was watching Fan Xian and Ye Ling'er stopping by the lake and talking. He couldn't help but smile and said, "These are both barbarians. Don't look at the time of talking well, you might be about to fight in a while."

Roujia also came over to see with interest and said enviously: "I also want to learn kung fu from Brother Xian, but he refused to rely on it. It's really unfair."

At this time, everyone in the flower hall was looking at the young man and woman opposite the lake. Only the second prince and Lin Wan'er gathered together and said softly with a snack, as if they didn't care about what was going on there.

The eldest princess looked back at this scene and couldn't help feeling strangely. She thought to herself if these two people had nothing to think about?

The eldest prince looked at the opposite side of the lake and shook his head, whispered: "The girl from the Ye family is married. She still likes to make trouble everywhere. The second child, you have to take care of her in the mansion... Fan Xian is the same."

He was a little disliked, but he didn't want to say anything more.

The second prince was squatting on a chair and slowly chewing the osmanthus cake, and said vaguely: "What's there to do? I've been holding it in the palace for a year. This girl is crazy about beating people. Fan Xian is here just like a sandbag, so I won't suffer any losses in the palace."

Lin Wan'er nodded beside him and said, "Two adults have become tempted by children. When did they meet, don't fight in the end? Don't worry about them, let them hit them, and they will be called back in a while."

The eldest prince and his wife listened to this, looking at each other and wondering what this was saying. As soon as they finished speaking, everyone looked back and saw that there was a fight on the other side of the lake. Ye Ling'er clenched her fists and Fan Xian, who was chasing, ran away in a panic.

The eldest prince couldn't help laughing, thinking that the Emperor's House could actually have the noisy and fun of ordinary people. It might be a good thing to have two alternative characters, Fan Xian and Ye Ling'er.

The fight was boring for a while, and everyone returned to the conversation. The second prince took the handkerchief handed over by Wan'er and rubbed his hands randomly. Suddenly, he asked with great interest: "Princess, I have always been curious about what kind of person is that Your Majesty in your country?"

There is more than Fan Xian, the only one who thinks carefully. The eldest princess is obviously very grateful for the title of the second emperor's brother, and she said a few words with a smile.
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