Chapter 130: The common man's single sword towards the emperor (IV)

"Why?" Just in the wind and snow, Fan Xian fell into deep thought. He didn't need any time to think, because many years ago, he knew that one day he would come to such a question. He has been preparing and escaping for many years, but he has never really escaped. This is a question he has thought about countless times, and the recent seven-day hard thinking is the same.

"Why?" He slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes in the snow, and said slowly as His Majesty the Emperor: "Today in the Imperial Academy, I talked to those young people about benevolence and righteousness, and about the true righteousness."

Fan Xian sighed and said with a complicated look: "I used to think that these are hypocritical and false, but so many years have passed, and I have everything that a minister should have and should not have. However, until this time, I realized that apart from those so-called principles, there is nothing in the world that can make your life more real."

His Majesty the Emperor looked at him lightly, his thin lips slightly opened, and his cold voice recounted Fan Xian’s words in the Imperial Academy this morning: “I have no shame. Since ancient times, those who want to believe in great righteousness in the world will not be moved by success or failure..."

In the morning, Fan Xian's speech to the young people in the Imperial Academy clearly allowed Grand Secretary Hu to experience the murderous aura and determination hidden between the lines. Grand Secretary Hu entered the palace in panic and naturally told His Majesty the scene in the Imperial Academy that the emperor could recite Fan Xian's words.

Fan Xian was also surprised, smiled bitterly, and said, "I am not a person who regards righteousness as the norm of life, nor is I a saint who is morally supreme. In my roots, I am still just a person who is nothing but loves and respects himself."

"This is probably something hidden in my bones, something that has been concealed and closed for more than 20 years." Fan Xian looked at the emperor and said very seriously: "I will live in a perfect life, live promiscuously, and live without regrets, so I must be at ease. If I continue like this, those things buried in my bones will make me uneasy for the rest of my life."

"The prosperity and power in this world make people blind and deaf, but I still can't pretend to be unaware of it. I have never heard of the things that happened back then and what happened in autumn." A faint sadness appeared on Fan Xian's face, and he slowly said: "Chen Pingping returned to Beijing to ask His Majesty a word, but I don't need to ask. I only know that these things are unfair. Moreover, this unfairness is imposed on those who love me and those who love me. If there is no me in the world, and there is no such bravery in walking to His Majesty like this today, where will those who have passed away go to find justice?"

"They should not be forgotten by this world. The injustice they suffered must be redeemed in some way." Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said, "This is your responsibility and my obligation."

The emperor was silent for a long time when he heard Fan Xian's words expressing himself. He asked slowly, "Why don't you ask me what happened back then? Why don't you ask me? Could it be that I have no difficulties?"

"The Prince Jing's Mansion, which is the Prince Cheng's Mansion back then, still has many words like memorials and other words given to you by my mother in private." Fan Xian replied after a moment of silence: "I have read them all, I don't need to ask anything. I know why the incident happened back then. As for the billions of people in this continent, whether her death is a good or a bad thing."

He smiled. He smiled with some difficulty and said, "Your Majesty, this is not a debate about the world and justice, this is not a public revenge, this is just... a private revenge."

"What a personal grudge." His Majesty the Emperor also laughed, put his hands behind him, isolated in the wind and snow. He was indescribable loneliness. "She is your mother, can I not your father?"

Fan Xian's body stiffened slightly. He did not continue to talk about this issue, but instead said calmly: "Your Majesty has great achievements in his heart. You are walking according to the right path. However, in my opinion, no matter how great and glorious the correct purpose is, if you use despicable means, it is actually not worthy of respect."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of His Majesty's lips. He looked at Fan Xian's fearless eyes and said, "Do you think that killing all directions in Kyoto today is a very glorious method?"

Fan Xian shook his head with a smile and replied: "My purpose is to end a case decades ago and tear down the biggest shadow on my life. Everything is just from the perspective of oneself. As mentioned earlier, this is a personal grudge and there is no meaning of greatness, glory and correctness. Since such a method is despicable, what is it?"

He paused, looked at His Majesty the Emperor with a complex look, and said, "In these aspects, I am more like His Majesty. What a luxury adjective for His Majesty and I... But because of this, I am not like her, and I am still confused until she dies, for no reason. At least I can ask His Majesty a question before I die."

This sentence refers to the fundamental difference between Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian. However, the world is impermanent and wonderfully, Fan Xian is rushing around in this world to enjoy the rise, but in the end he slowly turned to Ye Qingmei's path. Because this pair of people came to the world and warmed their souls through time, they probably are the only existence in this world who has no natural awe for the imperial power. From the innermost part, they all have the desire to stand straight in front of the dragon throne.

His Majesty the Emperor calmly, smiled, and looked at Fan Xian with a strange feeling. I wonder if he felt that he had seen the woman again after many years.

Welcoming Fan Xian seemed calm, but in fact he sighed with heart-wrenching words. His Majesty the Emperor did not get angry or gloomy, but began to talk about other things calmly: "I did not expect you to survive the incident in the Taiping Villa back then."

Fan Xian nodded slightly. Ye Qingmei had just given birth to a bloody incident in Taiping Villa, and it was the weakest time. He was just a baby. How could he survive the crazy pursuit of the queen and the cold surveillance of the Qin army? Since the emperor had weaved this despicable and cold-blooded plan back then, he naturally ignored his life and death indifferently.

If the old Fan family had not fought hard, if Uncle Wu Zhu had rushed back quickly, if Chen Pingping had not found something was wrong and rushed back from the northern border in advance, how could the Qing Kingdom have its own existence now?

"However, you survived and were sent to Mom. I was a little surprised and undeniable. I still breathed a sigh of relief. After all, you are my flesh and blood." The emperor looked at Fan Xian and said calmly: "Now that Pingping had already doubted me at that time, otherwise it would be impossible to agree to the Wu Wu's request and send you to Danzhou. He knew that in this world, I treat the Queen Mother as my mother, and I can only watch this become a certain fact."

"It would be fine if things go on like this. At most, I am in Kyoto, and you are in Danzhou. During festivals, I will remember that there is an illegitimate child on the distant seaside of Danzhou. I will give the Fan Mansion some rewards to you." His Majesty the Emperor's hair was covered with snowflakes, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether it was snow or snow-like hair. He had gradually become an old man.

"However, Chen Pingping doesn't seem to think so. When you were four years old, he sent Fei Jie to your side and secretly transferred a group of spies from the Supervisory Office to his mother for orders. He told me about this matter when he entered the palace. I originally thought he was a little extravagant..."

The emperor frowned, as if he was recalling the past ten years, and said, "However, when you were twelve years old, you were assassin."

The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, shook his head and said, "You were in Danzhou in those years. I believe you didn't know that the news about Danzhou was sent to Chen Pingping's desk through the Supervision Bureau. The old lame man actually showed a stronger enthusiasm than the management of the hospital. He entered the palace from time to time and told me your every move."

"You teased your maid in Danzhou, you climbed the roof in Danzhou and shouted, you started cooking for your mother in person, and you were extremely dangerous and domineering true energy practiced in your body..." A strange smile appeared on the emperor's face. "I know every move. I even know even more than these sons in Kyoto, so although you are far away in Danzhou, I seem to be used to you being by my side."

"Then you came to Kyoto, came to my side, in the Qing Temple, in the tea shop outside the other courtyard." The emperor glanced at Fan Xian, and his smile gradually faded, "You entered the Supervisory Office, you went to the Hanging Temple, you accompanied me into the small building, you were sent to Jiangnan by me, I must admit that you are my son, and the one I love the most."

"Your mother once said, love is habit. I am used to your existence. When you were still young, the emperor suddenly looked up at Xuekong, not knowing who he was looking at. He suddenly nodded and said, "However, my favorite son refused to be my son. At this time, he was still standing in front of me, challenging my authority and seeking fairness for the things that happened back then."

He lowered his head, looked at Fan Xian coldly, and said, "There is no victory or defeat between you and my father and son. After all, Chen Pingping won after all."

Fan Xian understood this sentence, so he fell into silence.

"Since you are not a kind and righteous person who thinks of the world, and since what you are seeking is to resolve personal grievances and not to be righteous, then I don't understand your choice today." His Majesty the Emperor did not give Fan Xian more feeling that he was more like a relative, and directly asked indifferently.

Since it is just to avenge personal revenge, and to seek pleasure and fairness, why did Fan Xian have to use snow as the world, put facts and reason with His Majesty the Emperor, throwing so many bargaining chips, just to limit the battlefield to the imperial city and limit the enemy and us to father and son? Revenge has never been merciful. This Qing Kingdom and the world can be Fan Xian's weapon.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and said, "I thought about it in the mansion for seven days." He smiled and continued, "The so-called retreat is a lie. If you lock in the room for seven days and seven nights, it will drive people crazy, and I will also eat and dissipate the wind."

His expression gradually became softer and calm, and he said, "Late at night, Wan'er and the others were asleep. I would come out of the room alone, wearing a single dress, like a wandering soul, wandering around the garden in the mansion. There was snow in those Tianjing and it was very cold at night. The old women who watched the garden hid in the corner room and drank. No one noticed me."

"I'm just walking around alone." Fan Xian looked at His Majesty the Emperor, opened his eyes and said seriously: "I realized that the garden in the Fan Mansion is so big. He has been busy with government affairs and intrigues on weekdays, and he almost forgot about his own garden. It was not until these seven days that the garden in the Fan Mansion was larger than the area of ​​Jiangnan Dihua Garden."

"I don't know how many mansions there are on the street in Nancheng, and how many places it occupies." Fan Xian said seriously: "There are also food, clothing and food, and inconspicuous places on weekdays. In my opinion, they are very ordinary things. In fact, they are extremely luxurious enjoyment for ordinary people."

He pointed to the palace in the snow and said, "Of course, the largest garden is still this palace."

"In the past few years, while living my own life well, I have helped the lives of the people. Whether it is the Inner Cushion, the Hegong Yamen or the Hangzhou Association, I have gained some reputation. I thought it was me who helped them, but suddenly I realized that it was actually just them who were offering to us." Fan Xian's face was calm and looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said, "Since that's the case, why should I ask them for gratitude?"

"I am not a saint. I have all kinds of shortcomings, but I have concealed them well and hypocritically over the years. But if you ask yourself, I still love the country after all."

"Even if this country is not good, under His Majesty's rule, the people live a happy life, with an inner treasury and a supervisory authority. If I don't do anything, at least such a good life can last for decades."

"I said before that I don't deserve to be grateful, so why should I harm them just because of my personal grudges? I have caused turmoil in the world, killed people everywhere and set fire, and the world fell apart. Is it a pity for them. Will I be very happy?"

"If I had chosen that path for revenge. Not to mention what the old lame man in the sky would think, but I think she would not be happy with her mother."

"Since you are seeking fairness for them, how can you choose a path that they don't like?"

"I love Qingguo, so I hope it's just a war between His Majesty and me, it's just a matter between us, it's better not to drag too many people in."

"Someone said before that life should follow the right path in the world. What is the right path? It is to do the right thing... However, I have never understood that this is right or wrong, and that is right or wrong. How can I judge Your Majesty's right and wrong based on my own right and wrong, and use my own right and wrong to get the right and wrong in the world? What is the standard for judging right and wrong?"

"This can only be a subjective feeling after all."

"If the right way is to do the right thing, then the so-called right is to make yourself at peace. Today I went to the palace to say these things to Your Majesty. Doing these things is to make yourself at peace."

Fan Xian said slowly, saying most of what he thought and thought in the past seven days. As for the remaining half, it involves the contest between him and His Majesty, not only today, but also possible future contests. This kind of mutual harm and temptation in his heart is useless to say more, but only the disadvantages.

"There is no real saint in this world." The emperor lowered his eyes slightly, and the snowflakes hung a little on his eyelashes. "Maybe your mother is one, and what you said today is at least close to the true meaning of this. If your mother knew that you had grown up to be a young man like today, she would probably feel very comforted."

Fan Xian looked at the thin face of the emperor quietly. Suddenly, for some reason, a sympathy and sadness surged deep in his heart that made him feel scared. This inappropriate emotion that appeared at an inappropriate time made him feel panic. Facing such a top figure like a snow-capped mountain, why do you still sympathize with the other party?

Perhaps he just sympathized with the emperor until now, and still regarded Fan Xian as his most proud flesh and blood, and did not know that there was a soul that had long been sensible in Fan Xian's body. Perhaps Fan Xian sympathized with the other party being hidden from his acting skills, and was destined to live to the death, but Fan Xian still could not reveal his true feelings.

In recent years, Fan Xian has played the role of a loyal and filial son, and a lonely and evil son in front of the emperor. Even today, he killed Kyoto and scolded him in the palace. He still played such a pure, honest and solemn role, using words as a sharp edge and expression as a blade, stabbing into the emperor's heart step by step.

This is the battle of heart. When Fan Xian wanted to deal with the Northern Qi saint Haitang Duoduo, he began to prepare in Kyoto, rippling in the North Sea, pretending to be drunk in the restaurant in Shangjing City, shaking and shaking together, and then at the tenderness of the tentacles in Jiangnan, he finally won the battle.

His Majesty the Emperor is not Haitang. Fan Xian acted in front of him for a longer time and harder, but he never knew whether he could really touch the other party's heart that was not melted by the wind and snow. However, this scene was destined to continue to be performed. Even if Fan Xian died in the hands of the other party, he would continue to act. If not, he would not pull this person from the altar or from the dragon throne. If not, he would not protect those who Fan Xian wanted to protect.

The one who gave up, wasn't afraid of wearing shoes? Fan Xian was shameless and shameless to this extent, and killed him with killing. However, Emperor Qing was not such an easy opponent to defeat. Fan Xian was cold-blooded enough, and the other party was even cold-blooded. Therefore, today's cold-blooded decisive battle that could be seen today is actually a prelude and preface.

The real curtain will be opened at this time.

The wind and snow no longer rolled in the air, but fell straight down, turning from small flower buds into pieces of goose feathers, with a heavy sense of beauty on the emperor and Fan Xian.

From the disciples of the Zhongshu Xing to the Shen Palace, after a long talk, the true qi of completely different natures in Fan Xian's body, which had been nourished by completely different natures, and his whole body had entered a state of no joy or sorrow. The true qi in his body was extremely abundant, and he was just waiting for a snowflake to reach that opportunity.

In the wind and snow, Emperor Qing stood with his hands behind his back, holding a natural supreme power on his body. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fan Xian with a sarcastic smile.

The fact that Fan Xian had already released it with the wind and snow. However, when he touched the square inch around His Majesty, he seemed to have encountered an indestructible snow-capped mountain and could no longer move forward.

The great master's cultivation level is not something that ordinary people can reach. Emperor Qing just looked at Fan Xian so coldly and indifferently, and within his eyes, he suppressed Fan Xian in the snow.

The emperor and his ministers and fathers confronted each other for a long time, and the emperor suddenly smiled sarcastically: "Even if you want to fulfill your peace of mind, it always takes time."

After saying this, the emperor held his hands behind his back, raised his legs and walked out in one step.

He walked out, and in the wind and snow filled with two domineering and powerful true energy, His Majesty the Emperor left without caring about it, and was free and at ease, just like the superposition of the current situation, the dancing of the wind and snow was impossible to trap his pace.

This step seems simple, but it actually has profound meanings and is not simple.

There were countless sounds of shaking, and the sound of wind and snow was clearly heard. Fan Xian's feet, standing on the snow, suddenly sank an inch down for no reason!

With Fan Xian's feet as the center, countless thin cracks stretched out, like lightning, but they never faded for a long time, stayed on the snow, and like a spider web, even in the wind and snow, they did not break easily.

These thin cracks stretched very wide and far, and the black soil below clearly appeared, looking like an indescribable rune, with a wonderful beauty.

Fan Xian stood alone in the middle of these cracks, silent for a long time, his face was calm and indifferent, and he could not trap the other party in one step. The other party walked out easily, as if he was no longer between the world.

He suddenly thought of the words Wu Zhu Uncle said on the cliff of Danzhou and took off his clothes. His previous step of the Emperor had perfectly reached the perfect state of visiting the son. Not only did he abandon his body, he had already walked out of this place.

However, Fan Xian had no intention of despair and disappointment, because he knew that he was facing a person who was now the only remaining master in this continent and who was almost beyond the ordinary.
Chapter completed!