Chapter 169 The Watcher in the Wheat Field

The black blood spurted on the purple grapes, dripping toward the ground, wetting the ground with the lights. The second prince lowered his head, half open his mouth, and there was blood on his jaw, his eyes drooping. He didn't look at Fan Xian, but raised his hand and stopped his thoughts of coming.

"The moment you entered the mansion, I took the medicine." The second prince squatted on the chair, his head drooped very low, and said with a slight : "I know you are Fei Jie's student, but the toxins have already entered your heart, and you can't save them anymore... I don't want you to save them either. You must know that although you are powerful, you can't stop me from dying."

As long as a person has ambition to die, no matter what method he uses, he will never be able to save his life. Fan Xian understood this and looked at the other party calmly, feeling empty and had no thoughts, but he was still not ready to stand by, not because he had a slight brotherly relationship with the second child, but because he could not let the other party die in front of him.

"Don't worry about anything. I have written a suicide note before. The palace will not blame you. No one will think that you killed me." The second prince lowered his head, his blood-stained hands in his arms and gently placed it on the table.

Unexpectedly, when he was dying, he even thought of what Fan Xian was worried about. Fan Xian was slightly angry, knowing that the other party was really like Ling'er and his words, and he was also cruel to him to a certain level, cutting off any hope of survival.

The second prince raised his head, looked at Fan Xian with a very envious look, and vomited a mouthful of black blood. He rubbed his lips randomly with his sleeves, and carefully broke off the grape bunches stained by the poisonous blood with two slender fingers. The remaining half was left, and then sent it to his mouth again.

The sweet and juicy grapes were chewed in his mouth. The second prince spit out the grape seeds with a whistle. They spit them on the ground, still carrying black blood.

After eating the grapes, he wiped his hands clean on his body, sighed, and looked at Fan Xian who had been silent and had no movements, and said with a slight silence, "I don't want to continue living as a joke."

Fan Xian nodded to show that he understood his thoughts.

"Actually you are a joke." A layer of dead gray gradually appeared on the second prince's face, and his eyes were a little distracted. I didn't know what he remembered and said, "There are many people who want to kill you in Kyoto. It's not bad. I was the one who started to attack, but how gentle do you think Chengqian is to you? The Qin family didn't kill you in the valley. He jumped in the East Palace all night in anger... But why?"

He stared into Fan Xian's eyes: "Why... your attitude towards Chengqian is completely different from that of me?"

Fan Xian himself couldn't understand this point. When the second prince was about to die, his words were straightforward and pierced his heart. Why did he always be tolerant and gentle to the prince, but he was pestering the second brother and doing everything?

The second prince's eyes were pulled weakly, and his voice was extremely low: "You don't like me. You didn't like me from the beginning, and of course, I don't like you either... We are so similar, but I have never had such good luck as you. No matter who it is, we will not allow another self to exist in the world, and we will subconsciously remove each other first."

His eyes were cold and helpless: "If you were Mr. Jia from Rongguo Mansion, I could only be Zhen Baoyu from Jinling City. I would never get a few opportunities to appear in the book... But I am the real thing, I am the real!"

The second prince vomited blood while talking, and the blood was painted everywhere on his front, looking very desolate.

Fan Xian looked at the scene in front of him and his body was a little stiff. He couldn't react at all. The second prince raised his head for the last time, stared at Fan Xian's face, and said with some difficulty: "I always thought Chengqian was the most cowardly among my brothers, but until I was about to die, I realized that I was also very cowardly. I would rather die and leave Ling'er and mother humbly. I didn't have the courage to face it..."

"After I die, you take care of Ling'er for me... As for my mother, her best ending is probably to be sent to the cold palace. Please help me take care of her."

The second prince's chest was violently ups and downs, as if something was about to rush out, staring at Fan Xian's eyes and forcibly said this, without giving Fan Xian any chance to speak. He opened his mouth and vomited a large pool of black blood with a thud, and then he no longer breathed.

After his death, the second prince was still squatting on the chair, resting his left hand on his knee, and a touch of ashes on his handsome face. After a moment, his body fell under the chair and made a bang, but his eyes were unwilling to close and stare at the ground.

Fan Xian looked at the second prince's body with a numb look on his face, and suddenly felt that this early autumn night was so cold?

He shivered and felt very complicated. He didn't know what kind of sigh to the body in front of him. Perhaps the silence at this moment was the best attitude? The second prince, the real prince, is dead. How should the fake soul in his body continue?

His face looked a little ugly, not because the second prince committed suicide in front of him, nor because of the stinging words his second son said before his death, but in the end, the second son told him to take care of Ling'er and Concubine Shu for him.

Don’t you give yourself a chance to refuse? Fan Xian thought in his heart, his expression was lonely. When the eldest princess died, she handed Wan'er to herself. The prince knew that she would die, and entrusted the rebel soldiers and ministers' families to herself...

Why? Don’t you know that I am your mortal enemy? Didn’t your death be caused by me? Why did you throw so many bags to me before you die? Do you want to crush me to death? You bet that I will help you?

You dead people! You die if you die, but you want me, a living person, to live in a uncomfortable state?

He lowered his head, his body was extremely trembling, and then walked to the second prince's body, took a look, picked up the thin suicide note on the table, put it in his arms, and walked out of the gloomy room.

When he walked to the bedroom of the back garden of the royal palace, under the cold light of the green light, Ye Ling'er was still sitting alone, not knowing what was going on behind the garden. Fan Xian sighed in his heart, walked directly behind her, and slashed her with a palm, without giving her any chance to react, so he knocked her out.

If she is not knocked out, once she is told that the second prince committed suicide by taking poison, it may be followed. Fan Xian can only use this more direct method to drag things up.

Gong Dian came up to him, Fan Xian lowered his head and thought for a while, handed over the suicide note in his arms to him, and also handed over Ye Ling'er who was carrying it on his shoulders to him, and whispered a few words. Gong Dian took over Ye Ling'er in a coma and was already shocked. Listening to the news of the second prince's death, he frowned deeply.

"The second son wrote a suicide note, Your Majesty will not blame you and me." Fan Xian sighed and said seriously: "Before the princess wakes up, tie her hands and feet first, and then tell her the news. If she refuses to eat, you can give me rice soup... No matter what, let her drink it!"

The last two sentences were already yelling, gritting their teeth, extremely cold. Gong Dian was stunned, thinking that this was the only way to do it, but he didn't notice Dan Bo Gong's incompetence. After another thought, he said helplessly: "But the lady is like a fiery fire, and she can't tie her up for the rest of her life."

"The fire is not scary, it comes quickly and goes quickly. It is better to be as pirated as ice lumps like myself and my second brother." Fan Xian thought in his heart, lowered his voice and said, "I will persuade her again after a few days, wait for things to calm down."

After dealing with the matter of the royal palace, the night in Kyoto gradually faded away. It was already early in the morning, and a faint whiteness in the distant eastward appeared. However, Fan Xian had no way to rest. He still had too many things to do. He went back to the Fan palace and went directly to the palace.

Although Shangshu Fan said that these things should be handled by Taichang Temple of the Ministry of Rites, Fan Xian could not forget his identity as a state-controller and pretended that these things had never happened. What's more, he is still the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple, and Zhengqing Ren Shaoan followed His Majesty to the East Mountain to worship the sky. He still didn't know if he could survive.

He stood side by side with the eldest prince. Looking at the three black coffins in front of him, the two brothers were silent.

Just one day ago, the two of them were still standing on the imperial city and worried about the safety of the palace. Who could have expected that the victory or defeat had been decided at this moment, and the figures who wrote the history of the world had changed their names. Who could have thought that when the imperial city was in crisis, Fan Xian stepped on the black coffin under his feet and began to accommodate the losers' skin.

The eldest princess and the second prince were lying quietly in the coffin at this time, and there was another coffin that was empty. I wonder who was lying in immediately.

"It's not in accordance with the etiquette." The eldest prince's expression was heavy, and he struggled to avoid sadness from his eyebrows. It's okay for the eldest princess, but the second prince Li Chengze and his brother's relationship cannot be faked. Although the two brothers have gradually moved away in the past two years, when he looked at the scene in front of him and thought about the person in the coffin, the eldest prince still felt very sad.

Fan Xian nodded tiredly and said, "The officials of the Ministry of Rites were scared away. It seems that His Majesty will never be able to gather these six ministries if they don't return to the capital for a day. There are not many people in Taichang Temple. They are just temporarily placed. After all, the Tian family needs to take care of their faces, so they can't just stop in the mansion."

The eldest prince sighed and said nothing. He turned around and walked towards the imperial city, facing the team of the imperial guards beside him, and his back looked extremely desolate.

Fan Xian looked at him quietly and shook his head, knowing that the eldest prince was almost unable to hold on in the face of heavy pressure and the gradually coming news of death. With this in mind, Fan Xian felt the fatigue coming from the deepest part of his body, and his eyelids were almost unable to lift up. He frowned, patted his cheek, and said to his subordinates around him: "Go home."

He returned home four times overnight, but there was no moment of peace. Fan Xian calculated carefully. Starting from the preparations before Tugong, he had not slept for two days and two nights, his injuries had recurred, and the power of the Mahuang Pills was completely gone, so he dared not take them again. His whole mental and physical strength had indeed reached its limit.

After returning to the mansion, looking at everything in the dark, Fan Xian did not go to see Wan'er who lived in Liu's place. He lowered his head and sat on the bed in silence for a while. He kicked the black box under the bed. Before he took off his clothes, he lay down with a big horoscope.

He was obviously extremely tired, but he couldn't sleep. He opened his bright eyes and looked at the dark roof.

I woke up before I slept for a long time. After all, Kyoto was still in chaos. As a prisoner, he could not leave him too much time to rest and feel sad. After getting up, he ate some food randomly, burned his face with a hot towel, and forced himself to restore his energy.

When he went out, he subconsciously looked at the bed. The deadly box, the box that had been in the dust for many years, was lying quietly under the bed, like the eldest princess and the dick lying quietly in the coffin, and no one would disturb him anymore. Whether it was a box or a person, perhaps only by becoming an inconspicuous existence and placing it in an inconspicuous place can one obtain real peace.

When he left the mansion, he subconsciously looked into the mansion. After returning from Taiping Villa, he had not seen Wan'er yet. He didn't know how his wife was feeling now. Thinking of this period, a hint of gloom appeared on his face.

When he entered the palace, he subconsciously looked at the palace gate. The gate of the vermilion underground was full of traces of burning smoke. Some weapons caused cracks to crack their mouths, revealing the wood chips inside. The copper nails that were knocked down had long been cleaned, leaving only countless ugly scars on the door.

At this moment, Fan Xian confirmed something - this palace, this city, this country, after all, was the place where he lived for twenty years. He had developed a deep affection for this place. Even though this palace was so cold, even if the city had failed many people, even if this country had made many mistakes, it was still his country.

He always regarded himself as a Qing country. There were many things he did not mind trying his best to maintain peace in this country while his life was being better. Just like he had been doing all these years.

So many people die, he must live well unless... some people don't want him to live.

The two bachelors Hu Shu were asked to return home to rest for a while. The two ministers had been drafting the imperial examination room for one night. Some important memorials from various Qingguo were finally cleared out. However, the two grand scholars were not iron men after all, and they were far worse than Fan Xian's spirit. They were frightened one after another. They had never slept and were already tired.

Fan Xian sat in the empty imperial study room and couldn't help but shake his head. When the emperor was there, although this imperial study room was as quiet as it was, it was always filled with a different smell. Is it majestic? Or what? Anyway, it was completely different from the imperial study room he felt at this time.

He didn't know how the Emperor came down from Dadong Mountain alive, but he knew that his performance would definitely satisfy His Majesty. It seemed that the powerful minister could hold a firm position, but... when he thought that the war of unification would start in two or three years, Fan Xian felt a little bitter in his mouth.

The so-called gentleman does not deceive the dark room, but Fan Xian is not a gentleman. At this time, he was sitting alone in the imperial study room, looking at the memorials piled up like mountains on the low platform, looking at the soft couch, thinking that the emperor had always been controlling the government affairs of the entire Qing State, his heart moved.

He stood up, looked at the place quietly, tilted his head slightly, thinking about what would it feel if he sat on it himself? But then he shook his head, his thin lips slightly raised, revealing a hint of self-deprecation.

After being a governor for a day and a night, he almost exhausted him into a big yellow dog in summer. Looking at the embarrassing appearance of Hu Shu and the two great scholars who were held by eunuchs just now, Fan Xian confirmed that the work of the emperor must be more laborious than that of the Huangdi, who is the most female of the Sun.

The same old saying is that there are only three types of people in the world: men, women, and emperors. Anyone who can be a true king is not a human being.

"Please come here for the third prince."

Fan Xian smiled and said to the little eunuch outside the imperial study room. He immediately thought that Hong Zhu and some other characters who participated in the rebellion were still detained in the cold palace. He didn't know that His Majesty would deal with this matter like this after he came back. However, in the eyes of outsiders, Hong Zhu basically did nothing, and it should be fine.

In less than many years, the third prince Li Chengping, who had gradually grown into a young appearance, came outside the imperial study accompanied by an old nanny and several eunuchs. Fan Xian glanced at the old nanny, waved his hand and asked them to retreat. He held the third prince's hand and came to the front of the desk where the memorial was stored.

Li Chengping's hands were a little chilled. Looking at Fan Xian's gaze was a little different from that in Jiangnan, and he seemed a little awe.

Fan Xiandi Yu Guang had noticed this scene, and did not care much, feared it, but did not feel more alienated. He knew that his performance this day and night had left a deep impression on the emperor's brother, afraid that he would never get rid of this trace again.

This is a problem in pedagogy. No one in the world understands it except Fan Xian. To cultivate a prince who dares to open a brothel and kill people at the age of nine, become a kind king, and simply preaching morally. It is not enough to complete the task. The mistress must understand that many things in the world can achieve their goals by using more open means.

The third prince needed a role model, so from the beginning of his trip to Jiangnan, Fan Xian set himself as an example in his heart, because he was a poet. He was a strong man, a powerful minister, and a third son's life-saving benefactor. In the minds of most people in Qing Kingdom, he was... a good person.

Fan Xian hopes that the emperor of Qing Kingdom will be a good person in the future, just like... the prince?

"Sir... I heard that my father..." Li Chengping looked at Fan Xian with some fear.

Fan Xian smiled: "The temple is above, and Your Majesty has his own destiny to protect him. Those villains will naturally not hurt him."

"Oh." A hint of joy appeared on Li Chengping's face. Although he knew that if his father died, he would become the next emperor of Qing State under the support of his husband and elder brother, he was just a young man after all, and his mind was not so ruthless.

Fan Xian seemed to care about it, but he carefully paid attention to the emotional changes in Li Chengping's pupils, thinking that he had read it correctly.

"In the future, Your Majesty will often let the palace descend to the imperial study room to listen." Fan Xian was stunned after saying this and slowly said, "Your Highness is familiar with the place first."

The third prince came to the Imperial Study room and knew that the prince's brother, the second brother, the eldest brother, and even the gentleman, would usually attend the discussions between the father and the ministers in the Imperial Study room after the court meeting. However, after today, the Imperial Study room may be quite empty.

"There are many things, and probably no one dares to say in person." Fan Xian thought for a moment and said calmly: "But I must tell you something."

His Majesty the Emperor is coming back soon. Fan Xian wants to make his own explanation to the third brother because he knows that the child is actually extremely delicate, so he has always called him the other party by His Highness, but now he calls you directly.

"Your Highness is a martial artist by nature, and he will eventually be sent to the border to guard the border in the future." Fan Xian's face was slightly dark, and he used his own language to tell his Majesty's future arrangements. "He is straightforward by nature and will never take the initiative to do anything that hurts brotherhood. You should rest assured of this and don't be suspicious."

The third prince trembled his hands and looked at the husband's face, wondering why he suddenly said this.

"As for me, I will always leave in the future. The world is so big. I always have to go to Haijiao Tianya to take a look at this life." Fan Xian smiled slightly, "So don't doubt me, even if you grow up... don't doubt me."

The third prince opened his mouth wide and felt a little scared for some reason.

"This is not what a minister should say." Fan Xian smiled and said calmly: "But I want to tell you. In my 20 years of my life, I have been tired of guessing, testing and exploring my feelings. No matter whether you still believe this sentence when you grow up or not, please remember this sentence."

As he said, such words had already violated the taboo of the emperor's family, and even more dissatisfied with the words of a minister. However, Fan Xiansheng said so calmly, so natural. Li Chengping stared at his husband's face that was originally extremely beautiful but was a little haggard today, and nodded subconsciously.

It has been three days since Kyoto has been pacified, and the three cavalry have entered the capital again, announcing the news of His Majesty's return to worship the sky. The shocked Kyoto people were happy and stood on the imperial city, but Fan Xian didn't know what they were still happy after suffering so much.

His Majesty the Emperor was scheduled to return to the capital three days later. During these three days, the military information information of the Dingzhou Army was continuously sent to the capital through the channels of the military and the Supervision Bureau. Fan Xian was fully accused of governing the country and covered his seal with his Majesty in both hands.

On this day, the news finally came. Fan Xian led the third prince and the eldest prince, together with the surviving old ministers of the royalists, walked through the streets that were traces of war and swords, walked out of Zhengyang Gate, and stopped ten miles away.

Thousands of people knelt down in a dense manner, and they could not stand on the official road at all. Many people knelt directly in the wheat fields on both sides of the road. At this time, the autumn harvest had not arrived, and the golden wheat ears survived the trampling of the war horses, swaying in the breeze with heavy harvests. Countless people's moods were swinging like wheat ears, watching the Ming Huang Yujia who was traveling from afar.
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