Step on a branch

Chapter 114
In the corner of the wall, on the lamp stand placed in an array, the lights flickered slightly.

Against the light, the shadow swayed slightly.

Lin Fan blinked.

Only his shadow was shaken, on that side, Zhao Lin and Lin Xuan remained unchanged.

All these are telling him that that place is fake, it's just a scene from the past.

But it's all true there.

This conversation happened before.

Lin Fan still remembered that when he was seven years old, he asked his father about it.

"Our Duke Dingguo's mansion is for war. I practice martial arts and learn the art of war. Why do I need to understand so many things about governing the country?"

At that time, Lin Fan liked practicing kung fu more than sitting behind a desk.

I am full of energy and can't stay idle at all. I wish I could practice from morning till night.

Lin Xuan didn't allow him to do that, carried him from the yard to the study, and urged him to study.

Lin Fan was enlightened early and could recognize characters quickly, but the art of war was still too esoteric for him.

Lin Xuan talked about it over and over again. A large sand table was set up in the ear room next to the study, and the mountains and rivers, the camps, all fell on the sand table.

For children, the sand table is also a toy, Lin Fan can listen to it with gusto, and even the boring art of war is vivid.

Comparing the two sides in this way, those things that govern the world are dry, and he can understand some, but only some.

So, little Lin Fan protested.

Lin Xuan didn't talk much to him, just patted his head and said: "Your father wants you to learn, so you have to learn."

Lin Fan stuck out his tongue, complaining about "Daddy is domineering".

Lin Xuan hummed at him: "Your father will never grow old."

The quarrel between father and son ended with Lin Fan making faces.

His mother comforted him and said, "Because your father knows everything, he is capable of both literature and martial arts, he is capable of governing the country with literature, and he is capable of peace and security with martial arts. He is all-rounder, and you have to learn it."

Lin Fan couldn't refute it. In his eyes, his father was such a powerful person.

Therefore, complaints are complaints, and coquettishness is coquettish. He still sat down honestly, read books by himself, and listened to his father's lectures.

But it wasn't until now, when he saw such a scene in the study room where he sat upright in his childhood, that he finally understood Lin Xuan's words.

When Lin Xuan said "Your father wants you to learn", he was referring to Zhao Lin.

And his father will never grow old.

In Zhao Lin's expectations, he must be able to fight, and he must be able to rule the world.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and calmed down.

It is true that he knew early on that he was not Lin Xuan's son, but he had no memory of his biological father.

In Lin Fan's heart, "father" is the image of Lin Xuan.

Tall, elegant, and outstanding, he grew up with him.

Lin Xuan is an excellent father, and Lin Fan has always been proud of this father.

But in the past few days, Lin Fan repeatedly thought, what kind of father would Zhao Lin be?
The first prince, Zhao Lin, was what the Marquis of Yongning and the eldest princess remembered, and was the name in the old archives.

The cities he fought, the achievements he made, he is such a powerful person.

But just like what he said to Qin Luan, Zhao Lin is far away from him.

The more documents you turn, the farther you go.

Lin Fan admired him, with the respect and admiration of a soldier who also practiced martial arts, admired his bravery in going out into battle, and admired his boldness in using troops.

Now, in the conversation with Lin Xuan, Zhao Lin stood in front of Lin Fan as a father.

I want to give him the best, and I want to open up a world for him.

This is the most ardent expectation for a son who is about to become a father.

Zhao Lin was right there, very close to him, within easy reach.

Under the oil lamp, Lin Fan raised his eyes, not blinking for a moment.

He saw Lin Xuan add a cup of wine.

Lifting the cup, Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach him!

You see, you all say that governing the world is more difficult than fighting, how can it be easy for the emperor and grandson?
However, we have to let him relax, give him a world where there is no need to fight, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, as long as he is a diligent grandson, crown prince, and emperor, he will be fine.

For the rest, we help him. "

Vision is a little blurred.

Lin Fan's throat was very dry.

Dimly, he saw Zhao Lin laughing heartily, the laughter was like a drum, beating in his heart.

"You two..." Lin Fan bit his lower lip, gripped the wooden wedge in his palm, and complained, just like when he was a child, "You are both liars..."

The two people sitting there drinking each other broke their promises.

Zhao Lin never taught him martial arts, nor did he teach him the art of war.

Lin Xuanjiao's governance of the world is too shallow. It is something that Lin Fan should learn at the age of eight, not the cornerstone that he should keep in mind for many years to come.

The Great Week is incomplete and uneven.

He has never been a grandson of the emperor, nor is he a prince.

He is not at all easy.

None of them have been able to speak freely today.

They are all gone.

There are no holidays.

Outside the study, Qin Luan was sitting on the stone steps.

The thick clouds have dispersed, and the last quarter moon is clear and bright, reflecting the world.

Qin Luan raised his head, trying to count the stars in the sky, but he couldn't find any of them.

As the person who set up the formation, Qin Luan didn't know what Lin Fan saw in the eyes of the formation, but she felt Lin Fan's emotions through the Fu Ling.

Depressed, sobbing, roaring in his heart.

Qin Luan listened all night.

So silent, yet so deafening.

Stretching out his hand, Qin Luan looked at his palm.

If there was anything I didn't understand before, after this night, the fog has been cleared away.

Phoenix and Xinyue, who says they can't be the same?
When she didn't know what "like" and "true love" meant, she only relied on her heart to get along with Lin Fan.

He is the one who strategizes in the layout, he is the one who kills all sides on the chessboard, and he is the one who listens when it is quiet.

Now, behind her, he is also crying silently.

When her grandfather told her about Lin Fan's life experience, she was anxious, not because of the ups and downs in the story, but because she was in the middle of the game.

Before she knew it, she walked into the game.

If you want to give this "game" a name, it should probably be "heartbeat".

Thinking of this, Qin Luan rolled his eyes.

Since, she is a phoenix who only steps on high branches, and she should choose the branch she wants.

Biwu perches on the branch of the old phoenix.

She chose Lin Fan.

The one she chose must be Phoenix Branch.

Will Lin Fan like this luan bird?

Qin Luan didn't know, but she thought, give it a try.

Take one step, another step.

A person who can listen to her carefully and discuss things with her will never refuse her attempt.

The sky in the distance revealed a white belly.

This dark night will eventually pass.

And the magic power of Qin Luan's formation is also gradually passing away, when the sky is bright, those few lights are turned off, and the old images will dissipate and no longer appear.

Now, from then, there is only a little time left.

Looking at the sky, Qin Luan propped her cheeks and thought silently: It's really too short.

　Thank you book friend 99725 Suicaihua for your reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)