The ban on entertainment activities for a month in Kyoto due to the death of the empress dowager was finally lifted. Perhaps in order to show that the country of Qing still sings and dances, His Majesty the Emperor issued several grace decrees, the so-called dance, horses running, firecrackers illuminate, and red lights hang high, and Kyoto is in full bloom.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Fan Xian was taken to the palace by the emperor intentionally or unintentionally. After a meal, he missed the major events in the Fan clan.

Two more days later, Fan Xian finally escaped and took his family to a place outside Kyoto. This place was completely different from the festive atmosphere during the Spring Festival, and was shrouded in an extremely depressing and bleak atmosphere of sadness, because it was a cemetery, a new cemetery.

His Majesty the Emperor did not let the corpses of these people involved in the plot to rebel be taken away by wild dogs, but buried them in one place, and did not restrict their relatives from coming to worship. I don’t know how many people this decree moved.

Several large tombs with obvious differences in style and specifications were on the hills. Fan Xian held his daughter, followed by Lin Wan'er and Sisi, and stood in front of these large tombs. He looked back at the blue smoke coming out of the cemetery below, and remained silent.

Before they came here, they had already gone to another tomb to worship the soldiers of the Supervisory Office who died in Kyoto's plot to rebel and the imperial guards.

Fan Xian did not go to the imperial tomb. Although the empress dowager was buried there, he came directly here, came to the hill, retracted his gaze that was cast down, and looked at the big tombs silently.

The prince, the second, the queen, and the eldest princess are all buried here. No matter how kind your Majesty becomes, it is impossible for these people to be buried in the royal cemetery. However, the water here is smooth and the feng shui is also a place with excellent feng shui. In addition, it is far from the green smoke below, and it is still quiet.

After putting down the incense of the land and paper bought, Fan Xian stood in front of the four large graves and bowed, then knelt in front of the princess' grave with Lin Wan'er, kowtowed twice, and hugged Xiao Hua'er to look at the people in the grave. In order to ward off evil spirits, he wiped a scoop of wine on the edge of Xiao Hua'er, and the spicy little girl cried out.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and looked at the bluestone tomb in front of him, thinking to his mother-in-law's blessing, but don't let Xiaohua be as perverted as you.

Seeing Wan'er kneeling on the ground and burning paper, Fan Xian did not disturb her but walked to the graves of Prince Li Chengqian and Lao Er. Looking at the two graves, he couldn't help but whisper: "Even if there is a thousand-year-old iron threshold, you will eventually need a steamed bun."

There were four large and hard earth steamed buns here. Fan Xian stared at them in a daze, feeling very complicated. Until today, he realized that the blood of the old Li family was not only filled with madness and perversion, but also full of pride and hardness.

He looked at the graves of Li Chengqian and Lao Er, and sighed in his heart that the brothers in the old Li family were really tough and much stronger than himself. No one knew the terribleness of death better than Fan Xian. However, these two Li brothers died so neatly and arrogantly, and used this kind of death to smash His Majesty's hard shell.

He was not as good as them in this regard, Fan Xian lowered his head and thought to himself.

Holding Dabao's hand behind him, he walked back to the princess' grave. Looking at Wan'er's eyes crying by Xunhong, Fan Xian was silent for a moment, squatted down pity, and wiped the corners of her eyes. Dabao also squatted down with his appearance. He looked at the big tomb silly. Although he didn't know that the most beautiful woman in Qingguo in the grave had gradually turned into a bone, he still felt a hint of chill.

"Princess Mom...is inside, can't come out?" Dabao asked curiously.

"Yes." Fan Xian said with a reluctant smile.

"Xiao Xianxian. I still think... how could the princess mother kill Erbao? She is so beautiful." Lin Dabao frowned and asked seriously.

Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and found that Wan'er had not heard this, so she felt a little relieved. A man named Li Yunrui killed Erbao. This was what Fan Xian had been instilling in Dabao, but he didn't expect that he could not even deceive a fool. He felt a little bitter in his heart, but he could not explain to Dabao that whether a person is beautiful or not is often not similar to what she does, such as your princess mother, like your land... Little Xianxian.

At this moment, the eldest prince suddenly appeared behind Fan Xian and others. The third prince stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Fan Xian, and then stood intimately to Dabao.

Fan Xian frowned and looked at the eldest prince and said, "You are here too."

After all, the people buried in the four earthen buns here are too special and they are too sensitive to come to worship. The eldest prince looked at him with a cold face and said, "The ones buried here are also my brothers."

Fan Xian said with a silence. He said with a little concern: "I'm just afraid that Your Majesty will not be happy."

The eldest prince suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he whispered: "Father... is here too."

Fan Xian was shocked and stood up suddenly. He turned to look somewhere on the hill. He saw the cold winter forest and there was a shadow of someone. A middle-aged man in bright yellow clothes was looking at the big tombs here. Although there were countless guards in front and behind him, he looked so lonely.

That night, Fan Xian held a banquet in the mansion. Yesterday, his father had resigned and left Danzhou, so the Liu family naturally left. Now the Fan Mansion is left with Fan Xian's family, which looks particularly lonely. Fan Xian's banquet was hot pot, and he drank Wuliangye produced in the inner warehouse, and the guests were the eldest prince and the third prince.

When the hot pot was placed in front of him, Fan Xian seemed to understand what his desire was to start from Jiangnan, but he couldn't get clues.

It was spicy. After eating a bite of hot pot, he was sweating all over his head. It was so refreshing that he took a sip of strong wine and his throat was dry in pain.

The pot was gone and the wine was gone. The eldest prince was drunk and didn't know what he was talking about. The third brother was also filled with two glasses by Fan Xian and went to the guest room to lie down drunk.

Fan Xian was the only one left. When the winter night was cold, he was holding a wine glass with his hands, his eyes were blurred, spicy and uncomfortable, and he felt as if he was about to shed tears.

Sitting alone on the roof behind him, facing the bright moon, listening to Fan Xian's poem after he was drunk, he was silent, as if even the black cloth covering his eyes was thinking about who he was? Why did he feel something that he had never felt before when listening to this little song?

Diaoyutai, I have never been to the wild gulls for ten years. The white clouds come and go, and the green mountains are here, and I am happy with wine. I owe Yi Zhou to help the world, violate Liu Ruan's greed for cupping, and repay Li Du's debt to chant poetry. I laugh at me, and I laugh at me.

When I returned late, the wild monkeys on the mountain of West Lake were mourning. In twenty years, many romantic and strange things, flowers fell and bloomed. Looking at the sky, we worshiped the generals. The sleeves and stars were fighting for peace, and the smoke and moon were marveled at the village. I laughed at me, and I laughed at me.
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