He took a deep breath. Before late autumn, in the Shengong Yu Study room, the dark warm stove had begun to emit warmth, the air was a little dry, and it went straight into the lung leaves from the mouth and nose, and it felt a little painful. Fan Xian looked at the face of His Majesty in front of him, and suddenly thought of many things and many people.

The storm in Qingguo began decades ago, and gradually fell. The only one who was still in the eyes of the storm was probably the only father and son.

Fan Xian's attitude towards the emperor was actually very elusive, and even he could not clearly explain it himself. From Danzhou to Kyoto, passing by Qingmiao, meeting in the bamboo tea shop next to Taiping Villa, he first met in the bamboo tea shop, and then went to the Supervisory Office. When he learned about the portrait in the palace, Fan Xian was actually earlier than anyone guessed, and then guessed his true life experience.

Whether it was Fan Shen in his previous life or Fan Xian in this life, they were actually fatherless or motherless. However, in Qingguo, there was a mother named Ye Qingmei. Later, I found out that there was another father - it was just that this bloodline and physical inheritance. It was actually something he could not do at that time.

At that time, Fan Xian had been acting and was very beautiful because no one knew that he had a completely different soul, so he could hide it from anyone, and even the emperor in front of him.

As time slowly evolved, Fan Xian gradually began to doubt the bloody case of the Chun in the Taiping Villa. Naturally, he became more vigilant and even afraid of the emperor on the dragon throne, so he acted more calmly and cautiously.

But after all these years, if Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian were the souls that had been hidden in history, a natural sense of intimacy, and a person who used the breath of everything around him to remind himself, so that he would gradually become one with his mother's image. Then His Majesty the Emperor had used so many years of getting along with each other, favor, trust, means, and realm to get closer to Fan Xian's life step by step, making him start to wander.

It has to be admitted that the emperor bet on Fan Xian that he was extremely unlikely to show in his life. In the initial battle for the throne, perhaps the emperor was just watching his illegitimate son gradually become stronger and to a greater extent. However, gradually, the emperor's attitude towards Fan Xian changed, especially after the rebellion of Kyoto in the seventh year of Qingli, Fan Xian was able to have his current status and strength in the people of the Qing Dynasty court. It has to be said that the emperor's favor for him has far exceeded the level of the crown prince or the second prince back then.

This pair of monarchs and ministers often discuss matters in the palace and chatted in the imperial study room. Fan Xian concealed something, so he was still doing plays. But while doing plays, he could clearly feel what the emperor was about him.

So in the past three years, after learning the truth about the Taiping Villa, Fan Xian has been suffering hard. Although he has been making preparations in some aspects, he has never been able to really calm down. On the one hand, he knows that His Majesty is like the snow-capped mountain in his dream, and it is impossible to easily be overturned. On the other hand, he asks himself late at night, what kind of light will the crack he is in? How should he choose?

He wanted to choose a third path that might not necessarily bleed, so he had been working hard to be the king's pioneer and to rush for the Daqing court. He was busy and completely contrary to his nature to handle it. He only hoped that everything would have a more gentle and bright ending.

He wanted Chen Pingping and her father to return to their old age safely.

As a result, all of this became a phantom.

Fan Xian was very disappointed, even a little desperate, sad and tired. He didn't want to act anymore.

After carefully reading the files on the case, Fan Xian coughed twice, thinking about the deep breathing before. After forcibly suppressing his emotions, the pain in his lung lobes, which had not healed, had relapsed.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at him silently and coughed twice. The strange father and son recognized each other's strength and had that complex emotion. Even the injuries were in the same place and told them that they were actually very similar.

According to Chen Pingping's plan, perhaps Fan Xian should have looked in disbelief at this time, trembling all over, angry and confused, and then shouted at His Majesty the Emperor. I don't believe it, I don't believe it was done by the old dean. Why did he do this? Then His Majesty the Emperor would explain to him gently and coldly what purpose Chen Pingping lived for in the last few decades of his life, and how unforgettable hatred he had for the Li royal family. The good things this old black dog has to do to you in the past are actually just a false act. He wanted to destroy the Qing Kingdom in turmoil and in the disaster caused by the rebellion of you and my father and son.

Then Fan Xian still acted unbelievable, and even angrily scolded the emperor, saying that all this was forged by you, Chen Pingping was not such a person, and then he angrily left the imperial study room, returned to the mansion, pondered for many days, and truly understood the emperor's painstaking efforts, Chen Pingping was so sinister, so, so soothing, so...

This is the regular palace drama, this is the great turning point needed by dramatists. Emotional conflicts finally succumb to the trust between the emperor and the ministers because of the iron-like facts. The father and son have all resolved their past grudges from then on, the curtain is opened, the silk and bamboo bell rings, and the glorious heavenly dynasty takes place on the stage of history.

However.

Fan Xian had no expression. He just put the files back on the desk, lowered his head slightly, and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something extremely important, but it seemed that he was just too tired. He was so tired that he had exhausted all his energy when he entered the palace today.

The emperor looked at him quietly, his eyes gradually narrowed at an extremely slow speed, his eyes gradually became brighter and dimmed again, and the disappointment appeared, and turned into a calm or indifference.

"So... you have always known this." The emperor looked at his favorite illegitimate son and said coldly: "I have always been a little strange. The shadow has been following you. This kind of thing should not be hidden from you. You should have known that the matter in the Hanging Temple was done by that old dog. I have been thinking. If you really follow the things presented in these files, once you ask why Chen Pingping wants to betray me, I really don't know how to speak."

Fan Xian's fingertips trembled slightly, and he keenly realized that the emperor's mood had changed a lot at this time. However, his expression did not change at all. He raised his head and looked directly at the other party. His voice said, "I actually knew it all the time."

The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and a cold light appeared and disappeared.

Fan Xian pursed his dry lips and suppressed the ups and downs of his emotions as much as possible. He said calmly: "And I have been working hard to prevent the blood of the past from swallowing what already exists now. From the moment I made this determination, I knew that this was an extremely innocent and childish choice. It was just a life-and-death battle with Yan Xiaoyi three years ago, and I figured it out that I have to work hard to do something in my life. Even if I am ridiculed by being naive, I have to try it silently."

"Of course, naive things are always easy to fail. But..." He looked at the emperor and said, "At the beginning, doesn't any great thing seem particularly idealistic and ridiculous? For example, the oath you and your mother made on the beach in Danzhou?"

The emperor still looked at him silently, his eyes getting brighter and brighter. As soon as Fan Xian opened his mouth and said he knew and tried hard, he clearly knew what his son loved the most. What goal he wanted to achieve over the years. For some reason, the emperor who had been used to the cold suddenly felt that there was a hint of warmth in his heart, which might be a good thing. But this warmth often faded away too quickly.

"He has left, and he no longer thinks about the things in the past. Why are you..." Fan Xian looked at the emperor in a slight voice and said, "Why do you have to... want him to die?"

This sentence naturally refers to Chen Pingping. Fan Xian did not shout or scold him angrily, but was filled with sadness and helplessness, and resentment that had not been hidden. He looked at the emperor's eyes blankly. The emperor also looked at him calmly. After a long silence, the emperor smiled, his smile was a little cold, disappointed, and a little sharp.

"Haha..." the emperor narrowed his eyes and said, "I killed him?"

The emperor slapped the table beside him with a palm, and did not slap the wooden table into pieces, but the strength was enough to make the paper on the table fly up. He looked at Fan Xian and retorted in a slight angrily and lowly: "What I am most angry about is that. I have given him a way to live. If he doesn't come back from Dazhou, I might think that the past has never happened, but... he came back alone after all."

"He forced me to kill him." The emperor's eyes were as cold as snowy mountains. "I had to do what he wanted. I have been in the world for decades and have never trusted others easily, so I have believed in him. I even thought that maybe I could regard him as a friend. I even gave him a chance until the end, but... he did not give me any chance."

His Majesty the Emperor took a deep breath, his calm tone was filled with heart-wrenching coldness, "A slave is a slave after all."

Hearing the word "slave" in this sentence, and the unstoppable resentment and contempt, Fan Xian's eyes suddenly seemed to have the old lame man sitting in a black wheelchair. He stared at the emperor, his voice was as cold as a knife, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The faults in the world are all from others. Of course, your Majesty is wise and powerful, but I have never known how my poor mother... died back then."

The emperor had a cold face and had no reaction to Fan Xian's heart-stricken words. He just squinted his eyes and looked at him disdainfully, saying, "All the enemies in Daqing, including that old dog, probably hope that this scene in the imperial study room today will happen. You... did not disappoint them, but just disappointed me a little. It is as stupid as you, and you cannot teach me."

Fan Xian closed his eyes, then opened it, and his eyes had returned to calmness, and he said, "It's just that there are many things that I can't figure out."

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it." The emperor's tone was indifferent, but it was obvious that he was a little disappointed with Fan Xian's performance today. As for the last words asking about the cause of Ye Qingmei's death, His Majesty subconsciously pressed on the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness to prevent it from spreading. He looked at Fan Xian and said coldly: "In front of me, you are always a minister. If you think too much, I will naturally not let you continue thinking about it."

This is not a threat, it is just a very simple statement of fact. Just like the eldest princess' evaluation of Fan Xian back then, Fan Xian seems to be a cold-hearted person. He is actually passionate and has too many life gates to be captured. However, when Kyoto rebelled, the eldest princess' wish was fulfilled and she was disdainful to capture Fan Xian's life gate. In Kyoto today, His Majesty the Emperor wants to pinch Fan Xian tightly. It is not a very difficult thing.

Hearing this cold and stern words, Fan Xian stood up straight and said in a direct attitude that had never been shown in front of the emperor: "Your Majesty treats me very well over the years, I know it..."

Today, in the Imperial Study room, the father and son were not acting, and they were all talking about what they wanted to say the most. Especially Fan Xian, for the first time, he stood firmly and slowly spoke out his relationship with His Majesty over the years. He said one by one. When it comes to seriousness, the warmer in the Imperial Study room seemed to sigh, the cigarette was twisted, and it seemed that he couldn't bear to see the father and son break up.

Emperor Qing was good to Fan Xian. Only Fan Xian himself knew that if the prince, second prince, or other son of the Li family were standing in front of Emperor Qing today, he would have died long ago, but Fan Xian was still alive. Perhaps Emperor Qing was a ruthless person, and he might not have been very affectionate when dealing with Fan Xian, but relatively speaking, he gave Fan Xian the most emotions.

Listening to Fan Xian's quiet recollection, the emperor gradually sat upright, then waved his body tiredly and said, "I don't want to kill you, it's not that I can't bear to kill you."

The emperor closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment and said, "I don't want to explain anything about what happened back then to you, the younger generation. But I think that those people may have been looking at me in the sky, and you are the son of me and your mother. Maybe you are like their eyes left on this earth... I don't kill you, I just want to prove it to you. And those who care about you, I... are right."

He opened his eyes and said coldly: "And they are all wrong."

Fan Xian bowed, bowed deeply, and replied: "I will be honest in Kyoto, watching Your Majesty's great achievements."

He did not thank the emperor for not killing because he did not need to thank him. Since the emperor let him live, he would naturally live well. He opened his eyes, looked at Ye Qingmei, Chen Pingping, and many people in the past.

"Will you be honest?" The emperor looked at his son and suddenly laughed out loud. He said coldly: "If I don't believe it, you won't believe it either, but I never think your dishonesty is a shortcoming. I just hope you don't be so honest that I'm too lazy to tolerate it."

"Just stay in Kyoto." The emperor glanced at him and suddenly said tiredly: "It is a good place to teach in the Imperial College. Don't touch the affairs of the Supervision Institute and the Inner Treasury again. I don't want to spend too much effort on you anymore."

Speaking of this, what he said cannot be said thoroughly. The emperor gave Fan Xian the last chance to survive. If... he was willing to be honest, even though it was a life threat, Fan Xian felt a little confused in his heart, because he did not expect that the emperor would make such a decision in the end.

The emperor looked at Fan Xian's complicated eyes and suddenly felt dark. He remembered the father's voice that Fan Xian blurted out of the seaside of Danzhou. After a moment of silence, he said: "If you have nothing to do in the future, you can still enter the palace to pay your respects. When you are alone, I... allow you to call me... Father."

At this time, there was no one else in the imperial study room, and it was quiet. Fan Xian's body was slightly stiff and he responded seriously: "Yes, Your Majesty."

No one knew what the emperor and Fan Xian said in the imperial study room, but at least when Fan Xian walked out of the imperial study room, his body was intact and did not turn into a ghost. This fact made most people in the palace feel relieved.

Your Majesty also issued an order to restore Fan Xian to his position, without even some hidden rewards. On the contrary, at almost the same time when Fan Xian had just walked out of the imperial study, several decrees had been prepared. The court joined forces with the six ministries and three temples to continue to strengthen the cleaning of the Supervision Bureau and the Inner Trustee. The decree of Suzhou Cheng Jialin, the governor of Jiaozhou Hou Jichang, and the Transport Department of the Inner Trustee Su Wenmao came to Beijing to recuperate. At the same time, Feng Yan Bingyun's decree was appointed as the president of the Supervision Bureau and even took the lead in leaving the palace.

It is obvious that the inner court has been prepared for a long time. His Majesty the Emperor saw Fan Xian's son too clearly. Even if he refused to kill him, he still had enough ways to trap Fan Xian to death in Kyoto, dare not move lightly, and don't be too dishonest.

As for whether Fan Xian can finally become a bargaining chip for bargaining with the emperor through the Qi Nian team, it depends on whether His Majesty the Emperor has such sensitivity and strong action in advance.

In fact, there should be no one in this world who is stronger than His Majesty the Emperor.
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