Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The sky is dark, and the whole of Kyoto is shrouded in this gloomy and chilling atmosphere. The autumn is so cool that it has not been seen. The cold rain that lasted for three or four days not only washed the dust in the corrugation above the houses, but also the bluestone on the ground. The road was cleaned and cleaned, and it also brought the first chill of the five-year fall.

Fan leisurely started, sitting on the second floor of the new wind museum, looking through the layer of rain curtains outside the window, looking at a door across the street, and looking over there, some of the tricks of Dali Temple, two tips Up, there must be a lot of quietness here, but the officials of the inspecting and inspecting institutions are calm and calm, and they are no longer the same as they were.

The rectification has been going on for some days. Of course, Fan Xian does not think that just by shouting a few slogans and re-clarifying the regulations, the minds of all the hospitals can be gathered back, so the secret self-examination and investigations have been going on. In addition to some people's functions in the ruthless ground, and more iron-blooded to send some officials to the seven trials, the whole atmosphere has finally been strongly reversed, and the precision-like instrumental tricks have finally begun to function effectively.

Fan Xian did not get used to sitting in a place, so he refused the idea of ​​Mu Tie to vacate the room. Instead, he was directly at the opposite door. On the second floor of the famous Xinfeng Pavilion in Beijing, he packed a quiet room facing the street. Every day, Sitting here to eat some snacks, pass the time, but also to ensure that if something happens, you can immediately react.

There is a steamer on the table in front of him. I touched the two steamer drawers of the size of the palm and placed a single buns. This shows that the buns are full of 18 pleats and the heads are not too small. It’s delicious and it’s a bit of a sight. He sighed softly at the buns and used the chopsticks to open the longan that gathered the pleats to reveal the new oil broth.

Fan took a tube of wheat straw and asked him, "Don't drink soup?"

"hot."

Fan took a smile and chopped the eye with chopsticks. Picking up the meat stuffing that has been soaked in the soup for a long time, use a small dish and put it in the bowl of the person next to him. He said, "Dabao is the most embarrassing, this soup is hot, the meat is not hot, but still I have to blow more."

Dabao was very obedient, screaming at the gang, and screaming at the meat in the bowl - the tiger! tiger! tiger!

Since the resignation of Yuezhang’s adult returning to his hometown, Lin’s house has become deserted. When Fan was in Beiqi, Dabao spent most of his time in Fanfu. After he came back, he did not find Dabao's figure for several days, and he was puzzled. I asked my nephew to know that it was originally thought that he had just returned to China, so he sent Dabao back to Linfu. Fan Xian was somewhat upset when he heard this. Although he said that others are looking at his face, he certainly would not dare to marry Lin. But the people in those houses are the most capable of smashing the bad characters. Nowadays, there are only a few distant brothers in Lin’s house who are looking after them. How can they be assured?

After he was born, he took it anywhere. After being busy for many days, I didn’t have time to manage this matter. When it rained, Kyoto had nothing to do. He called Deng Ziyue to take Dabao out of Linfu and sit with him in the new wind museum. Try the most famous pick-up buns in this restaurant, and stay back all the way.

"Don't blow, you can eat." Fan Xianhe smiled and looked at his big brother. do not know why. The IQ is like a big child. When you listen to Fan’s words, he quickly bows his head and swallows the meat. He looks at his monkey and doesn’t know if he tastes it.

Fan leisurely looked at this scene, couldn't help but think of the appearance of the pig ginseng eating ginseng fruit, and could not help but laugh.

Deng Ziyue sat at another table and looked at this scene. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. A total of 30 people followed Fan Fan’s team, and they were divided into four classes to protect him. When Deng Zi took over the post of Wang Qi-nian, he was still inseparable from Fan’s leisure, so these days were free. What is best, he knows best. He thought that the Tis, who he followed, was really a person who could not be seen clearly. After rectifying a ethos, he did not have specific instructions for a long time, but only eats vegetables in this new wind museum every day. Listening to the little songs - in the capacity of Fan Tis, being able to be so hearted by his dementia, this also makes him feel a little surprised, some admire.

There was a footstep sounding downstairs, and Deng Zi immediately woke up from his leisure thoughts. The palm of his hand gripped the waist knife, his eyes were like an eagle, and he stared at the stairs.

The person who came is Mu Tie. These days, he is responsible for the work of reconnaissance every day. He has to review the subordinates who have doubts. At the same time, he has to comfort his morale and deal with the task that Fan Yu secretly confessed. It was so busy that I didn't have time to visit the building, my eyes were deep, and there was a trace of unhealthy darkness on my black face.

Mu iron smashed the rain cap on his head, untied the raincoat, threw it in the corner beside the door of the room, carefully took out a cylinder from his arms, the bobbin did not know what the material was made of, but it was obvious Waterproof, because the paper he pulled out from inside was not wet.

Fan took the past and looked at it in detail. The eyebrows gradually wrinkled and his face was gloomy. When he returned to Beijing, he asked Deng Ziyue to check the ministers related to His Royal Highness. He had nothing to do with Cui Jia. Later, he took over one place. This task was directly handed over to Mu Tie, which is also true for him. A test.

There seems to be no strong evidence on the paper roll. This is what he expected. The opponent's hands and feet will definitely be very clean, but it seems to be too clean. Is it true that Cui Jia is a big family, and in those years, it will not be difficult. At the top of the book, the Qin Tianjian on the offer? If something goes wrong, it will be a demon. Fan will sigh with a sigh and ask: "All are here?"

Mu Tie nodded

Fan Xian asked again: "Is there anything in the other place?"

Mu Tie looked at him and shook his head: "The two are very cooperative now, and I only think that it is a hospital order. I don't know what it means to be an adult. Please rest assured that no one knows."

"There is no intelligence in the other place?" Fan Xian discovered that he still held chopsticks in his hand and knew that he was really nervous in his heart. He smiled and laughed and put the chopsticks on the side of the steamer. The biggest enemy of his present is the long princess far away from Xinyang. No one knows that the princess will return to Kyoto one day, so he must confirm that after the Prince and the princess are drifting away, the emperors in the middle of the DPRK Who is it with the long princess!

Mu Tie's tone is still respectful, but there is a bit of self-confidence: "For the supervision of Beijing, although the two departments are responsible for intelligence work, but the source is not as good as one of us, adults are assured."

Fan nodded, indicating that he could leave.

After Mu Tie left, Fan Xian looked at the densely-written small characters in the case and fell into meditation. The above records are all the objects of Cui’s bribery over the years. The time and reason, most of these Jingguan officials in the DPRK have a relationship. There is no trace of the second emperor's faction, which makes him feel a headache. The intuition in the heart tells him that there is a problem, but he can't find something truly useful from these complicated information.

Fan Xian is actually very clear. His long-term is to assassinate, hold power, and build momentum. In the end, under the gentleness of the surface, he has only the heart of an assassin, but not a good one. The emperor who pinches the hearts of the people is not a counselor who is far from analyzing intelligence and judging the strategy - knowing his shortcomings, using his strengths, and Fan Yu is such a person, and analyzing himself.

Thinking of the town secret plan in the capital city of Beiqi, he could not help but sigh and began to miss the seemingly funny, but actually helped himself with a lot of ideas. Of course, the real trader of the plan is Yan Bingyun. After Fan Xiang also planned to return to Beijing, he always tied him to his belt. Who knows that the courtyard has let the ice cloud go everywhere, and let himself take care of himself. In one place, it is not easy to squeeze the intelligence strategy of Xiaoyan’s son from the official level.

He glanced at Dabao and found that Dagu was launching the final assault on a bowl of miso. He couldn't help but smile. He picked up the white bread and skin without the meat in the steamer and spread it into his bowl. Some bolognese were then stuffed into the mouth very quickly and chewed in a big mouth.

Dabao stunned and found that only one hand took a little water from his bowl. After a long time, he reacted. He slowly looked up and looked at the smug fan. Some of the resentful shook his head and lowered his head. Eating noodles.

The rain outside the Xinfeng Pavilion is still underground. The rain is huge. After landing, it has become a myriad of rain and fog, gradually blurring people's eyes and smashing the buildings around the street. A chill followed the rain, landed in Kyoto, scraping the line of people at the entrance of the Xinfeng Pavilion, wanting to get in from their necks, borrowing people to warm.

Fan Xian will put a slap on the body of Dabao, carefully tied the button on his neck, confirming that the cold wind will not be poured in, and then he patted his shoulder with confidence, saying: To do something, Dabao first went back to the government to find a child to play well?"

Dabao is chewing on the apple, and nodded vaguely and said: "Sister is too fierce... I... Fan... Little fat to play."

Fan Xian understands what he means, haha ​​laughs, thinking in his heart, if the officials of this world, the merchants, the prostitute poets, can have such a simple and peaceful heart, perhaps their life will be simple and easy. ?

Carefully confessed to Fujiko, a few words, Fan's carriage then went back to the government. Deng Ziyue looked at Fan Xian and asked: "Adult, where are you going?" "Go to the government."

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