Chapter 68: The Justice of Heaven

The quiet courtyard, the quiet people, and the quiet chest was almost painful. Fan Shangshu looked at his son who was silent with a hint of pity and a hint of gentleness. After a while of silence, he asked softly: "I won't talk about Chen Pingping, I'll just ask you. Since I decided to step into Shijia Village in person, I believe you have known about the matter many years ago. How are you going to deal with that matter?"

Fan Xian did not answer and asked back: "When did you think of it?"

"It was probably after the rebellion of Kyoto." Fan Jian said in a quiet voice, "Even if he thought about it, he was not very willing to think in that direction. After all, his Majesty is His Majesty, and I am his subject."

"I was thinking in that direction a long time ago." Fan Xian said bitterly: "Because I had guessed my life experience at that time, but I had no good feelings for His Majesty, so I could also accept that direction. But..."

He took a breath and said with a slight voice: "But later on, Your Majesty is getting better and better to me, and I am increasingly reluctant to think in that direction. Although I had known for a long time that no one in the world can drive Ye Qingmei out of this world except him."

"But I don't want to explore that direction." Fan Xian frowned very tightly, "Because the child felt a little confused for the first time. I have told you in the past that I don't allow anyone to control myself. My mind is strong enough and will never be disturbed by external things, but in this matter, I really began to be confused."

He raised his head, looked at his father helplessly, and asked, "If you were in my position, what would you do?"

Regarding this issue, Fan Xian had actually thought about it clearly on the banks of the Liujing River in Kyoto and on the side of the large tomb. However, Fan Jian should have the power and qualifications to speak for this matter, so Fan Xian came to Shijia Village and came to the Yuyan in Qingguo to listen quietly to his father's instructions.

After a long time of silence, Fan Jian looked at him and asked, "You have to ask yourself what you think of His Majesty."

"Then we have to take the secret to how he views me." Fan Xian replied very quickly, probably in countless nights. He asked himself countless times.

"Then how does he view you?" Fan Jian smiled gently and said, "You don't have to care about your father's attitude. After all, I grew up with him since childhood. Although I was disappointed and resentful towards him, to be honest, I really can't arouse too much hatred."

Fan Xian laughed helplessly, then fell into deep thought. He had thought about this matter many times. Before Kyoto rebelled, the emperor felt guilty about Fan Xian, three points valued it, and four points. After so many people died in the palace, the emperor's temperament changed a lot.

From the spring when he entered Beijing in the fourth year of Qingli, Fan Xian had to admit that His Majesty the Emperor might be a mean and polite person, but there is indeed an anomaly in terms of treating himself. Even if he used the land in the past, it was an acceptable use. If the emperor had a little sincerity to the people of this world, then this part would fall on Fan Xian.

The emperor is better to Fan Xian than to the crown prince and the second prince, not to mention the poor woman who has given her lifelong reputation for the emperor.

After listening to Fan Xian's words quietly, Fan Jian gently stroked the beard under his jaw. He sighed and said, "The country is easy to change, but his nature is difficult to change. Even though His Majesty's temperament has become much gentler, he still regards the world as his own king. I have to say this again. How you treat Your Majesty depends on how you treat you, but how your Majesty treats you depends on how you treat him?"

He looked at his young son and said with a little worry: "Your Majesty treats you differently. That's because you have always shown loyalty since you entered Beijing. This is also something that my father admires you. At a young age, he knows how to cover up all the things he guessed, and even hides them from His Majesty's eyes... But if Your Majesty makes up his mind, you are not a simple minister. Once he really starts to doubt your loyalty, his attitude towards you will definitely change fundamentally."

"The emperor is ruthless." Fan Jian reminded him, "especially because your hands are so powerful now that you can even faintly threaten the stability of the Qingguo Dragon Chair. If he finds that there is something wrong with you, he will inevitably mobilize the absolute power in his hands and slap you."

Fan Xian was silent, knowing that his father was right. One of the biggest problems he had made in the past few years was that he had never settled his mind. Whether it was to avenge Ye Qingmei, erase the things that happened back then, and be a powerful minister beside the dragon throne honestly and flinched, he had to make a decision in advance. As he was as unstable as he was now, the two ends of the head and rat seemed too embarrassed.

"This is a problem that no one can solve." He said with a wry smile, thinking to himself that in his previous life, he could only find such dramatic conflicts and inner struggles in Shakespeare's drama. How could he find that the drama of father killing mothers and sons in the middle would actually fall on himself.

Fan Jian looked at him quietly with a strange look, and said after a while: "Actually, when Chen Pingping confirmed that matter, after guessing that matter for her father, I and him also considered your problem, but we really didn't think it was a difficult problem."

Fan Xian couldn't understand this sentence.

Fan Jian looked at him, his eyes became gentler and sighed, "Anzhi, you are really a unique person. I thought you had never seen your biological mother before, but you grew up under the care of Your Majesty. Your Majesty treats you very well... According to theory, you should not have any deep feelings for Xiao Yezi, and under the affection of Your Majesty treating you, even if you know the tragic incident that year, you are afraid that you will not be able to arouse the idea of ​​revenge on Your Majesty for your biological mother."

Fan Jian couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Sometimes I really can't understand you."

Yes, Fan Xian has never seen Ye Qingmei in his life, and has not grown up healthily under her care. His Majesty the Emperor is good to him...

"The revenge of killing mother is irreconcilable?" Fan Xian said softly, "Of course you also know that I cannot make a decision because of this."

It is because of Ye Qingmei's breath in this world that Fan Xian feels so familiar, so close, so friendly. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the relationship between mother and son, but just two mutual souls, in this empty and lively other world, suddenly approach and get close.

For Fan Xian, Ye Qingmei was a forward-witted man, one who had come and then left the ground...the other himself.

“Unfair.”

Fan Xian looked at his father, for some reason, felt aching in his heart and said softly in an indescribable tone: "If you forget it like this, it's too unfair to her."

Fan Shangshu was silent for a long time and said, "It's really unfair."

Perhaps it was precisely because of the three words unfair that the old lame man in the Supervision Bureau endured for twenty years and planned for twenty years. He followed the general trend between the world and the court with great care and wonder, and spent countless spirits to drive all the people of His Majesty the Emperor to the opposite of His Majesty one by one.

As the saying goes, there are dogs in the world, Pingping chased them. The old lame man finally succeeded in the end. What happened in the seventh year of Qingli was the explosion point he had been thinking about for a long time and was waiting for. Under the circumstances at that time, His Majesty Emperor of Qing was facing the greatest danger in his life. The winds were gathering on the Dadong Mountain.

However, the emperor finally came back from Dadong Mountain alive. The word "justice" that Chen Pingping wanted also became a flower in the mirror and a shadow in the water. He could never find a second chance.

"I want to arrange Chen Pingping first." Fan Xian had already gotten rid of his previous emotions and whispered to his father: "The old comrades in those days were still struggling. The dean was different from you, and he was unwilling to give up, so he has been working hard in Kyoto for more than two years."

"Now you have taken over the post of dean, it seems that Your Majesty still wants to give us old guys a way out." Fan Jian smiled gently and said, "As long as there is no change, Your Majesty should let that old dog out of the capital, don't worry."

A faint worry surged in Fan Xian's heart, but he didn't know where the worry came from. He just felt that things would not go so smoothly. In his original plan, when Chen Pingping and his father were away from Kyoto, he was alone in Kyoto to deal with His Majesty the Emperor. Using the matter of Dongyi City to hold His Majesty back to his Majesty for two years, listening to his words and observing his actions was also a safe move.

Looking at the worries between Fan Xian's eyebrows, Fan Shangshu frowned and asked, "What new happens in Kyoto?"

"It's still like the past year. The Censorate checks and balances the Supervisory Office. He Zongwei is now very glorious." Fan Xian shook his head and said, "Something has happened in Beijing recently except for Sun Jingxiu."

Fan Shangshu's expression was slightly calmer, and he asked about the Kyoto Prefecture some time ago. After he thought for a long time, he suddenly spoke, "This matter is strange."

Fan Xian looked at his father and didn't know where to start. Compared with the major events discussed by the father and son before, it was obviously two completely different levels of affairs, but his father was so serious.

"From the Censorate to the Secretariat of the People's Republic of China, and then to your taking over the Supervisory Office." Fan Jian said coldly: "This is the pattern we have discussed before. Your Majesty has arranged for the Qing Kingdom behind him, but now the Dongyi City is still negotiating, and the Northern Expedition has not yet begun to prepare for the preparations. Your Majesty's layout this time is obviously too urgent."

"He wants to help He Zongwei come to the stage to check and balance you, and do these things..." Fan Jian shook his head and sighed: "It's too urgent, too urgent."

Fan Xian understood his father's words and fell into deep thought. This is true. Over the past two years, His Majesty seemed to have been too eager to make future arrangements for the Qing Dynasty court, and his speed has improved a little too quickly.

A gust of mountain wind blew in along the unshelved glass window, bringing a chill. The lights in the study flickered and darkened, reflecting the faces of the father and son.

After a moment of depressed silence, Fan Xian lowered his voice and said, "Is there something wrong with His Majesty's body?"

Fan Jian shook his head after thinking for a long time: "You have more people in the palace than me, even more than Chen Pingping. If you haven't heard the news, it's not true."

"But if your Majesty really has a physical problem, he will definitely hide it from it." Fan Xian said with a heavy face.

"If you are sick, you will always have to treat the Imperial Hospital." Fan Jian looked at him and said, "As long as you have files in the Imperial Hospital, you must be able to see it."

"No." Fan Xian shook his head, "I have been paying attention to this aspect in the past two years, but there is indeed no news in the palace."

"If there is something wrong with Your Majesty's body, but it is not summoned to the Imperial Doctor for diagnosis and treatment, then there is only one reason." Fan Jian sat upright and said slowly: "Your Majesty's body has problems. He knows it is impossible that the Imperial Doctor can cure the land."

Fan Xian's heart moved slightly and subconsciously said, "Does the domineering true qi have reached the level of kingly paths? Or will there be any problems?"

Fan Jian smiled and shook his head, saying, "As a great master, in theory, ordinary poisons cannot invade the heart veins, so what's the problem? Forget it, it's just a random guess from you, my father and son, who have no reason to make a mistake. You can't take this matter seriously."

Fan Xian also laughed and said, "That's true, but I'm very interested in how His Majesty crossed that pass and practiced the King's Way Book. It's a pity that His Majesty always said that method, I can't use it, so I have no idea."

"Where are you going next?" Fan Jian asked suddenly.

"Go to Dongyi City." Fan Xian was stunned, wondering why his father suddenly asked this.

"I can't give my father any advice on the Unknown Kung Fu. Is there something wrong with Your Majesty? Since you are going to Dongyi City, there is always someone to ask." Fan Jian looked at him calmly and said, "Sigu Jian is about to die. Before he dies, if you can make any progress, you will be able to protect yourself in the future."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly, and went further, it was so difficult. Although Sigujian had already given him all his gifts in Dongyi City, what could he do? But he also knew what his father was right about, about the secret of the nameless skill, how could His Majesty break through the last limit on the human body of the Domineering Scroll, Sigujian was undoubtedly the last teacher.
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