Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan leisurely holds the poems in his hand. For a moment, he did not know how to speak. He had a meeting with Zhuang Mohan on the night before. It was unexpected that it was the last one. Although the spirit of Zhuang Mohan was not as good as last year, but I could not think of it. This generation of literary leaders will be so awkward to say goodbye to the world.

Zhuang Mohan’s last words are to give the results of the last work of his life to Fan Xian, and the hidden meaning is not simple.

At this time, the officials who sent off the city outside Beijing also gradually learned about this amazing news. A mournful taste began to pervade the official road, and more Beiqi officials turned their attention to Fan Xi, in the eyes. With vigilance, with resentment, with a trace of suspicious.

Fan Xian understands what the people of Beiqi are thinking about. The only stain in Zhuang Mohan’s life is that they have personally dyed it. But at this time, the Si people have passed away, and his heart is slightly awkward, and those feelings will be subconsciously The complex vision is completely filtered.

In the meantime, the carriage at the gate of the city finally drove very hard. In the attention of the officials, he came to the rear of the team. The carriage wood was slightly deformed and it was awkward and audible. And know that the car must carry a very heavy thing. The family member who came to the front of the banker’s letter, led Fan Fan to the carriage, and said with a trembling voice: "Fan Daren, the master is dead, please bring the car back to the south, and save it."

The people have not yet waking up from the death of Zhuang Mohan, and they are watching this scene. When they are sad, they can’t help but be curious. When Zhuang Mohan is dying, he still remembers what he wants to give to Fan.

The sun is the time when it is glaring. Fan leisurely blinked and opened the thick curtain of the carriage, but still could not stop shaking his eyes.

The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own gold house. There are thousands of millennia in the book.

Although there is no beauty jewelry in the carriage, Fan Fan is still a little surprised and moved. This is a whole carriage of books. I want to be the collection of Zhuang Mohan’s life. With the status of the old man, you can guess. It is a rare and rare book.

The banker’s family was kindly handing over a booklet and said: “Fan Daren, this is a bibliography compiled by the master himself, followed by the precautions for saving books.”

Fan sighed. Put the curtain down, pick up the book and look at it carefully, nowadays. Although printing has made great progress, printing is still a great thing, so the whole car is so public. When I read the book of the old man’s gift, he couldn’t help but feel a little touched. At this time, I heard the family’s sadness saying: “The lord gave an adult book. I also hope that the adult will save it.”

Fan Xian knows that this sentence is the self-assertion of the family, but he is sincerely bowing his hand and solemnly said: "Please ask this brother to rest assured. Even if I am dead, these books will continue to be in this. The world is circulating."

At this time, the officials of the Northern Qi have been encircling, and they have seen the books piled up on the carriage. These officials are all figures from the field. How can they not know the preciousness of this full car book? It is not expected that when everyone is dying, they will hand over the precious books of their own life to the officials of the Southern Dynasties. They are not surprised, but also have some hidden shackles.

Tai Fu is understanding what his own teacher is doing. Do not sigh softly.

The gift book is just a representation. Zhuang Mohan used this gesture to show his attitude. This is not only a simple gift, but also a symbolic inheritance. No matter how proud the Northern Qi Wenchens are, from now on. It is also impossible to neglect the existence of Fan Xi, and Fan Xian’s position in the minds of the world’s scholars finally has some kind of ceremonial recognition.

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Fan took a quick look at Tai Fu and said with sincerity: "In love, I should return to the city to worship at this time."

There are still hidden sorrows in Tai Fu’s scorpion. At this time, he was thinking about returning to the city, and he couldn’t think too much, and Fan Fan offered to go to worship, and he was somewhat comforted, so he allowed this request. Unexpectedly, at this time, Hongwei Temple Shaoqing Weihua got together and went to the two people. After a ceremony, Shen Sheng said: "Mr. died, the world is sad, just Tai Fu adults, Fan Daren, the mission has been fixed, the ceremonial has From now on, I can’t go back to the city."

After a moment of silence, Fan leisurely looked up into the blue-gray city of Beijing, and seemed to be able to see the lavender light floating in the sky above. He took care of his clothes and bent down against the direction of the city. He went to the end and performed a ceremony for the disciples.

Tai Fu was slightly shocked. He knew that Fan Xianxing’s disciples were enough to make the last year’s turmoil, and to refine the monuments of the people with respect, and feel a little comforted in the depths of the heart.

The salute sounds, but I don't know whether it is to send off the line or to seduce the soul. The shredded paper flies in the sky, and the slight pungent smell of smoke is dissipated without any traces. It is the impermanence of this world.

The team of the mission slowly moved and walked along the official road toward the west. The northern Qizhongchen behind the team looked at the team of the Southern Dynasty and watched the heavy book-bearing car leave with it. Immediately, finishing the dress, returning to the house with a sad face, and rushing to the house of Zhuang, I want to come to this time, the Queen Mother and His Majesty have arrived, no one can dare to neglect, and Tai Fu and a few Zhuang Mohan have taught it. The university student is already crying and almost smashed the past.

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The team continued to move forward. When the majestic wall of the capital city gradually disappeared in the jungle of Qingshan, it came to the first station outside the capital. According to the rules, a large group of people returning to the country and sending a gift to the relatives should first Settle down for one night and move on tomorrow. Fan Xian slowly came down from the moment and walked forward. When passing the carriage, he couldn’t help but look at it, but he resisted the upswing.

He went to the gorgeous carriage with gold paint and red color, and bowed his body and asked with great respect: "It has already arrived. Please princess rest."

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After a long time, there was a faint voice in the carriage: .... Please ask the adults to be free, this palace wants to sit alone. ”

This is the first time Fan has heard the voice of the big princess, listening to the voice is slightly hoarse. I couldn't help but feel a little strange. Then I saw the carriage curtain picking up. A palace lady blushes down and walks to his side and whispers: "There is something uncomfortable under the Highness. Fan please wait."

Fan Xian’s concern asked: “The body of His Royal Highness is naturally unbearable and long-distance trekking. It is also necessary to rest more.”

The palace girl looked at the handsome face of the Southern Dynasties and somehow gave him an inexplicable sense of trust. He whispered: "The princess was once taught by Zhuang, and I got the news today. So I am sad."

Fan Xian understands this, and the gaze in the carriage is inevitably accompanied by a sympathy. The princess does not seem to be a arrogant figure. I feel that the teacher will cry even more, but Zhuang Mohan died in the city. The princess was in the car and could not go to worship. He was in the emperor's house. Sure enough, it is a very sad thing.

He sighed, wondering if he thought of his own life and gave a few words to the lady. He also called the key members of the Huwei and the mission, arranged the current affairs, and then singled into the station.

The station knows that the team and the mission that sent the relatives have to go through here, and they have been very clean, and all kinds of equipment are in accordance with the rules of the palace. After a little inspection, Fan went through the main room and quietly went out. The back door, the figure disappeared in the sorghum floor above the station.

After a moment of hard work. Most of the people have already entered the station, and the officials sent by the Ministry of Rites are busy and uninteresting. Naturally no one has noticed the vanity.

Outside the station, there are two carriages that are not down. One is the car of the big princess. Everyone knows that this highness is sad and naturally dare not bother. For the officials of the Northern Qi, the other carriage is the handsome devil outside, and will not even pay attention to it. Only Fan Wei and the officials of the Supervisory Office are very vigilantly guarding the two carriages.

The curtain of the latter carriage was opened with a small horn, and a seemingly incomprehensible cold hand was recruited. The supervisory officer at the side of the car immediately went over and whispered at the corner of the curtain. What is the order?"

In the corner of the curtain, what appeared in the ice cloud was a handsome but seemingly cold face, only to hear him whisper: "Where is the adult?"

If he can be called an adult, there is only one person in the mission. The official of the supervisory office glanced at him and said, "I don't know."

The ice cloud frowned. It seemed that something was not easy to open. After hesitating for a long while, he finally whispered: "Is there a woman who likes to wear a light-colored shirt to follow the team? She likes to ride a red. Mao Da Ma."

The officials of the Supervisory Office shook their heads. They said that there was no expression on the face of the ice cloud. They put the curtain down and confirmed that Miss Shen had not ventured to see herself. The mood became easier, but I don’t know why, after relaxing, It is a bit bleak.

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Outside the sorghum land, there is a lonely pavilion. The pavilion is an ancient road that has been abandoned for many years. A carriage is parked on the ancient road, and two girls stand in the stop.

After a gust of wind, the sorghum was slightly chaotic, Fan Xian walked out from the inside, slowly stepped into the pavilion, his eyes softly looked at the girl who was very rich and incomparably, and said softly: "I can’t think of a speech after I enter Beijing. At the time, it is already leaving."

Sylvia was slightly blessed to him, and his voice was a little trembling: "I have seen adults."

Fan Xian did not continue to speak, just glanced at the sea otter next to him. Haitang smiled and inserted his hands into his pockets. There was some cracked ground under the pavilion on the toes. The whole person had already drifted away, leaving the pavilion to the strange men and women.

When Haishu came out of the kiosk, the soft feelings on Fan’s face suddenly disappeared. He looked at the righteous color and said: “After entering the palace, everything should be careful. The Queen Mother is not a simple character. You want to marry her. Not so easy."

Sylvia looked at him, and there was a hint of gentle lingering in the scorpion. He said softly: "Just just want me to be careful, there is nothing else to say?"

Fan Xiao smiled, but did not go forward to hug her weak shoulder, said: "If you insist on staying in the North Qi. Why do you want to soften my mind now? Do you want women to provoke us? Thinking about music?"

Li Li smiled a little, not like the soft look in front of Haishu, said: "Adults are not so? Although the small woman insisted on staying in Beiqi, but you preemptively said this. Is it not afraid that I ask you to take me back to Kyoto? ”

There was a glimmer of banter in Fan Xian’s voice, saying: “The girl may be the owner of the Beiqi harem, why bother to follow me.”

Sylvia also laughed: "It is good to have a place to be in the palace. Where can I expect so much?"

Fan leisurely shook his head and suddenly said: "The reason, you are different from other women in this world."

Syllabus snorted and immediately said: "Maybe it is because of reason that I have traveled around the world since childhood, and I have been to many places. I have to give up some women who are only embroidered and poetry in the house."

Fan is silent. It is true that she knows what she said. In today's world, the average woman only has to sit in the house. Few people will have such an experience, and there is freedom like Haishu. He turned his head and looked at the direction in which the sea otter disappeared. His tone was a bit serious: "I believe in your ability, but you still have to tell you, don't underestimate those seemingly old and ruthless people."

The atmosphere in the pavilion seemed to be a little stagnant. After a long time, Sylvia was deeply blessed and lowered his head. A few lines of blue silk danced in the wind, softly said: "Maybe adults do not believe, but the reason is really happy to talk to adults in one place, just like in the carriage."

Fan looked at her, I don’t know how many women said this.

The points are true and the points are false.

Sylvia smiled slightly, and the beautiful face looked very charming: "Adult, reason is very grateful to you for detoxifying me on the way, this sentence... is true."

"I am not Chen Pingping." Fan Xian said: "I believe that even if the interests are entangled, it can be achieved in a relatively gentle way, and I do not want the emperor of Beiqi to be poisoned for your sake... Of course, now It seems that Chen Pingping’s plan has no hope of success from the beginning."

Sylvia's cheeks were reddish, knowing that the man closest to himself had already guessed something.

Fan Xian continued to whisper: "The girl will live in the palace in the future, the identity of the day, the supervision of the hands and feet of the hospital is long, and can not control you, so the agreement between you and me is effective, it depends on your heart and mind. ""

Sylvia said seriously: "Please rest assured."

Fan leisurely looked at the beautiful girl's eyebrows, suddenly a little embarrassed, after a certain **** was fixed, said: "You are waiting for news in the north, pay attention to safety, I guess your family's hatred will not last long, someone will help you report it. ""

Sullivan hurriedly raised his head and looked at Fan Fan with some unbelievable. Fan Xian did not pay attention to the surprise in her eyes. She took a piece of paper from her sleeve and said to her: "Through this person to contact me, I will ruin it after memorizing it."

Fan Xian suddenly smiled and said: "I can allow you to give up the agreement between us, but I will not accept you to sell me. This contact is a single line, even if you sell him to Beiqi is not useful, so you better not adventure."

Seeing the strange smile of the young adult, Sylvia was very sorrowful. I wondered why I was a little scared and nodded.

"And, if..." Fan was silent after a little silence, and suddenly said: "If there is a day you don't want to stay in the Beiqi Palace, let me know, I will handle this matter."

"Thank you an adult." Sylvia was weak and bowed. Thanks to this, she finally revealed a trace of sincerity and disappointment, because she knew that after she thanked her, she would leave, and the microstrip said: "This I don’t know what day to see again. Every time I think about it, the reason is inevitable."

After finishing this sentence, Sylvia decided to turn away from the pavilion, leaving only the frowning fan of the rear, still thinking about the meaning hidden by the four words.

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Watching the carriage gradually leave along the abandoned road, Fan has no expression on his face, but deep inside is a sigh, then a boxing hit the pillar of the pavilion, a slamming sound. After a long period of disrepair from the pavilion, it has already been faltering. At this time, Fan Fan took a punch. It is even more creaking.

A figure floated down from the pavilion, not the sea otter or who? The girl of Haiyan gently fell to the side of Fan Xian, and said with a smile: "There is nothing to sneak out."

"If you are eavesdropping." Fan said: "I will become dumb."

Haishu smiled and said: "Fan Daren will leave Daqi, I don't know when I can meet."

Fan Xian thought of the sister in the Kyoto family. I couldn't help but sigh and said: "I don't want to use it for a long time... Where did your famous teacher go?" He suddenly turned to the topic. "I came to Beiqi, but I didn't visit this big master. It is really some. regret."

After thinking about it, Haishu decided not to hide this matter and said softly: "Three days before the Southern Dynasty mission to Beijing, the teacher received a piece of wood and left the capital. No one knows where he went, including the Queen Mother and me. Inside."

"In these days in Beijing. You have concealed many things for me." Fan leisurely eyes looked at the lonely wild tree at the end of the ancient road. "I really want to thank you, so... about the cargo problem in the north. I am talking with Chang Ninghou and heavy. If your emperor needs to borrow money from me, he must solve it heavily. This person seems to be ordinary, but it is actually a very powerful person."

Haishu said after a long silence: "This is the secret between you and me."

Fan leisurely looked at her bright eyes. One word and one sentence said: "In this world, apart from my big brother, I really rarely see pure fools. How many people do you think the secret between us can be? Blossoming, this trip to Beiqi, You have helped me a lot in the dark, don't think that your master will not notice."

Haitang frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Fan Xian smiled and said: "What I want to say is that since you and the emperor are ready to get rid of the shadow of the Queen Mother, then you can't just count on the battle in the court, nor can you just count on how much money this outsider provides. If you want to master the big country, it will be impossible to do it in a few years."

Haiyan raised her lips and smiled: "I think Fan Daren may have misunderstood something."

“Hey?” Fan Xiao smiled. “What are you worried about?”

Haishu seems to be talking about another topic: "I am a good student who respects the teacher."

Fan Xian suddenly said: "Zhuang Mohan is dead."

Zhuang Mo Han students are all over the world, and they are highly respected by the world. Apart from the anecdote of last year, moral articles are not picky. Even Haishu is extremely respectful of this old man, but she has been waiting for the mission in Beijing. So I don't know the news of the death of the old man. At this time, I heard the news. I couldn't help but reveal a trace of shock and a bit of sadness. I don't know how to speak.

For a time, there was a little more lingering feeling in the air.

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After a long time, Fan Fan broke the silence: "Shawn is dead, Zhuang Mohan is dead, the big man of that year will gradually grow old and gradually die, even if you are a good student, but I think, you It should also be prepared for that day."

Haitang stared at his eyes: "The adult seems to be suggesting something."

Fan Xian smiled and said: "I can understand that young people want to be the master of the house."

Haitang smiled and slightly dispelled the stunned after the death of the scandals: "Why?

What a lot of heavy things, from your mouth, will be a lot easier? Why are many dark things, as soon as you elaborate, become instantly bright? ”

"Because the night gives us black eyes, I have to use it to find the light."

Haitang slightly turned his head and said: "You can say that you want to use it... to roll your eyes on the world."

"This world?" Fan said: "This world is theirs and ours, but in the end it is ours."

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The thick clouds in the sky floated over and covered the sun all over, but the sun was too strong. Even so, it could not hide the red light shining through the edge of the clouds. It was like a fairy with a skillful hand. Embroidered a gold rim. A gust of wind swept over the plains and passed through the ancient road on the ground.

Fan looked at Haishu and said: "Flower, thank you for helping me these days."

Haicang finally took his hands out of the big pockets of the coarse cloth clothes, and some of them succumbed to the ordinary girl's family for a blessing: "Fan is very polite."

Under the pavilion, Fan Xian honestly took a step forward and took her into her arms and hugged her. I don’t know why, and the high-level cultivation of Haishu was actually not hiding from him. With a hug, he smiled with a sincere smile: "To be honest, if you really can be friends, it is a very good thing to think about it."

The sea otter gently took care of the blue silk of his forehead. The usual unsatisfactory face was not half-disturbed because of the previous extremely intimate hugs. The smile said: "Everyone."

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The sea otter stood under the ruined pavilion. On the side of the ancient road, watching Fan’s figure disappeared into the distance, he could not help but slightly bowed his head. Recalling the days in the capital, the lips swelled with a smile, thinking of the Southern Dynasty. The son of the son is really a very interesting and extremely sharp-eyed figure. After he returns to Qingguo, there will be some subtle changes in the world.

She sighed and waved the sadness in her mind because of the death of Zhuang Mohan. Only then did she forget that she had forgotten one thing after all? The Haishu Poetry Society in the Stone Record has nothing to do with itself. ? She subconsciously reached out to fasten the top of the flower cloth towel, but found that it was empty. She immediately reacted and couldn't help but feel a little fever on her face. Only then did she know that even if she had concealed herself, she was still a little nervous when she was holding it. Even the little thief stole his flower headscarf.

Fan Xian was walking through the sorghum field above the top of the crowd. Occasionally, the branches were broken and his face was filled with a happy and pure smile. The trip to Beiqi finally had a more satisfactory result. After he was born again, he met some interesting characters, such as the ice of the ice cloud, such as the jellyfish, which looks like a cheesy light flower. Besides some conflicts of interest and different ideas, he likes to talk to Haishu. .

The emperor will also have a son, and the bitterness will also eat meat. Chen Yuzi will also go to the huts, and Fan will have friends.

He took the piece of flower cloth in his hand and pushed it away from the plant in front of him. He looked at the faint blue smoke from the remote station and gently groaned: "Losing, losing, losing your hand..."

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