Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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At the beginning of Xiaoxue, the cold in the palace is smoldering, and this Tianwei is really difficult to resist. However, Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, very warm, and the high-necked body worn on the body blocked the wind and covered the snow, and even some of it was hot. For the question of the emperor, he had already prepared himself and never expected the family. How many people will be smuggled out of Fan Sizhen’s smuggling out of Beijing.

"I just received the letter the day before, and I have settled down in Beijing."

Fan Xian looked at the little **** behind him intentionally or unintentionally. At this time, the emperor was walking in front of him, so he did not notice the eye contact between the two.

The little **** was the Hongzhu. He looked at Fan Tis's smiling eyes. Somehow, it was a sudden cold in his heart. He was afraid of emotions. Hong Zhu knew that the Tis was warning himself. Some words can't be passed on to other people's ears - the little **** has been following his majesty recently, deeply understands that the companion should take a silent attitude, and quickly bowed his head, not dare to look at Fan's eyes. .

Hong Zhu’s heart is also trying to climb the mountain of Fan Xian, where dare to preach things that are unfavourable to Fan.

“Just say it?” The emperor walked toward the lake and said faintly: “Sui thought that although many things are known to the world, there are some superficial efforts to do.”

Fan leisure lowered his head and turned his neck, rubbing the soft hair on the gang and the collar: "There is a question under the arm, and the minister does not dare to have a false statement."

The emperor suddenly stopped his foot. The little **** quickly took the wheelchair of Fan Xian and did not dare to stand side by side with the emperor. Fan Xian did not sit still. The brow wrinkled.

"I don't tell lies when you are facing the world... I dare to lie blindly to the people in the world?" The emperor looked back and smiled at Fan Xian. The wrinkles in the corner of his eyes were a little bit of laughter. Question.

Fan Xian looked up. Some impolitely face the eyes of the emperor: "There are many fools in the world... The ministers are only loyal to their majesty, and they are not loyal to those people."

"But someone once said..." The emperor's eyes suddenly became a bit strange. "The people are expensive, the society is second, and the king is light."

"The nonsense, I don't know who is so courageous." Fan Fei brows slightly wrinkled, of course he knows who has such a courage, the original is the tail, the copycat is the mother.

"The criminal department is still waiting for your brother." The emperor laughed twice and turned back to continue walking. Said: "Are you not afraid to punish you?"

Hong Zhu pushed the wheelchair to follow, and Fan listened to the snoring of the wheels and had some headaches. Shaking his head said: "His holy monk, you can understand the difficulties of the court."

“Difficult?” The emperor sneered aloud: “I’m afraid that the second child will now feel that he has a hard time not to complain?”

"Ah... Chen is guilty."

Fan Xian knows that he should play a slight horror at this time, just like the courtiers in the Qing opera who are close to the emperor, but he clearly knows that he will dismiss the second emperor. This was originally the meaning of the emperor himself. He was just a knife. And he is not a simple courtier in the heart of the emperor. After all, that relationship is working.

Therefore, he did not have any fear at all, nor did he have any slight tension, so that no matter how he played his acting skills, he was still on the surface. It was a little exaggerated. The guilty sin was a little longer and the drama was too strong.

The emperor lowered his voice and said: "It is a play, and I don't know how serious!"

Fan sighed and said: "Chen knows sin."

In the opposite direction, it is the guilty of the guilty, and the confession of these boring words. Fortunately, the three men had already reached the wooden bridge in the lake and temporarily suspended the conversation. Although Kyoto has been quite cold, but the snow weather, the lake certainly has not reached the bleak degree of icing, and it is still green and swaying under the bridge. Although the wooden bridge was flat and firm, but the wheelchair was pressed on it, there was always some unsteady feeling. Fan’s hands grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and stared at the gaps between the wooden bridges, thinking that if this time the little **** behind him Suddenly become a killer, you can be miserable.

In the front pavilion, the **** palace ladies who had come to clean up in advance had a distant ceremony, and they disappeared without a trace.

The emperor sat on a padded stone bench and used his eyes to express himself to take a cup of hot tea. He used his **** to lick the pine nuts and slowly peeled off. The little **** Hong Zhu retired to the pavilion. One looks at the wind, and the other is ready to have the instructions of the masters in the pavilion.

"How is it?" the emperor asked.

Fan Xian seems to be burned by the tea in the cup, wrinkled his brow, and immediately said: "Your Majesty refers to the injury of the place, or..."

"the latter."

Fan Xian responded very directly: "I am ready to start, the hospital order has been issued, this matter has not passed through the courtyard, it should not cause too much attention."

The emperor nodded.

Fan Xian continued to explain the details: "The goods that are still in the territory should be cut off, just... I am afraid that the people of Beiqi know the wind and make a lot of money from it. After all, Cui has also smashed a lot of goods in the north... ..." He hid a very important message in this case, and he would not say to the emperor if he killed him. This is his plan to divide the emperor with the Northern Qi.

"There are three lines to the north. At present, the four places have already begun to control. The staff in the library in the interior of the library is too long to stay with the people on the other side, so it is not safe to use."

He frowned and said the plan of the ice cloud, but he did not finish it. The emperor waved his hand and said, "Oh... don't detail, just the result."

Fan Xiaoluo paused and said: "Please rest assured that at the latest, you should be able to respond to most of the internal accounts."

The emperor shook his head indifferently: "It is impossible for the inner bank to reply to the grand occasion of the year. I think you understand why."

Fan Xian bowed his head.

The emperor asked: "Hey, come to ask you, why do you decide that you will support you to the second and the long princess?"

"Because... the court needs money."

After a long silence, the emperor sighed from the nose and said: "The court is going to do things. To expand the side... it needs silver, and Yunrui will be too powerful in the past few years, so I can’t stand it anymore. I would like to take over the mess. You didn't let the disappointment. First of all, there is this courage to take over, and secondly, it is enough to start, not to be jealous because of the identity of the other party... This is where you can take it."

"Thank you for appreciation." Fan Xian can only thank Shan, because the language is related to the princess, after all, is his own mother-in-law, of course, can not add comments.

The emperor took a pine nut and put his lips on it, slowly squeezing the scent, and the wind outside the pavilion stopped the snow, and there was a slight chill in the quiet.

"Ye returned to Luzhou. He asked the prince to do the ban on the army. I heard that there was some discussion in Beijing. Did you hear anything?" The emperor seemed to ask casually.

Fan casually smiled and said: "It is inevitable to talk about nature. After all, it seems that it is not the same."

"Your opinion?"

Fan Xian was shocked. I thought about these things, how to get myself to give advice, and quickly said: "The Holy Spirit is far-minded, and the courtiers dare to speak."

"Let's say, forgive you for not being guilty." The emperor never looked at Fan Qing's delicate face. Just bet on the winter tree in the palace circle.

Fan Xian calmed down. He knew that it was very difficult to talk to the emperor. Wei Xiaobao was a real one. After all, Kangxi caught the scorpion, and what he did under the dark, stole into the palace, agreed with the North, and talked with Shawn... These are the emperors in front of them. If they do, they know that they will What kind of end is there?

Only the emperor in front of him is really unfathomable. If Fan Xian does not occupy that natural advantage, he is daring to play with the other side. The so-called advantage is that you know the true relationship between the other party and yourself, and the other party does not know that you know this. So, Fan Xianda can play the loyalty of the courtiers, and the other party’s heart is apologizing to himself. The benefits he can get are The bigger.

"The Great Hall is not willing to stay in Beijing." Fan Xian said very directly: "And the prince's descending rank is also unruly. The most important thing is that the palace is the heart of the country and has to be cautious."

This is very direct, and even some are out of bounds, but the emperor did not have much reaction, just said coldly: "I don't want to? The world is not happy, the ten is **, he does not want to stay in Beijing, is it willing to look With my father as a solitary guardian of Kyoto? Fan, you have no level of this lobbyist."

Fan has a glimpse of the face, knowing that the great emperor went to Fan to visit his own affairs and did not pass the emperor.

"Don't make trouble with the second child, if he is safe." The emperor closed his eyes and ended up with a tail in Kyoto.

"Yes." Fan nodded, and the purpose he had reached was reached. What is it?

"This time you hang the temple, you have great merits." The emperor suddenly said faintly: "But you are the supervisor of the court, actually let the assassin mix into Kyoto, before the incident, some of the winds are not found, this is You are derelict, and the two are offset. You have to reward your useless things. You should not have resentment."

"Chen did not dare." Fan Xian seriously replied: "This is the dereliction of duty of the court... As for the injury, it is also the art of the scholar is not refined, only to be hurt by the white swordsman."

The emperor suddenly became interested and asked: "The swordsman...has not been able to find out who it is, you have played against him, can you guess what?"

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Suddenly there was a cold wind outside the pavilion. Fan’s back was suddenly numb, and it was a drop of sweat that flowed down from the neck and squatted down the underwear. He did not know what the real purpose of the emperor was, but he felt that if he was not careful, he would lose everything before.

The white swordsman is a shadow. Regardless of the reason why Chen Pingping made this game, of course, before the ventilation with himself, of course, the truth will not be told to the emperor. But if the emperor vaguely guessed this, how should he answer? If you don’t know, will you shake your position in the emperor’s heart?

Just a moment of horror, Fan Xiu superbly concealed the past and wondered: "Your Majesty is not saying that the white swordsman is the brother of Si Gujian?"

The emperor sneered: "When Dongyi City was in a chaotic city, the four swords and swords were ruthless. I didn't know how much I killed my family. The legend fled a brother... I guessed it. On the high building that day, that If the sword is not the sword of the four swords, the eyes of the eyes are afraid to be embarrassed."

Fan Xian’s heart is a little bit safe. I know that I am gambling, and said with a smile: "It’s a pity, if you can hold the evidence... In the coming year, you will send troops to Dongyi City in this name. It is worthwhile to hurt this."

This is the itch of the emperor. This emperor's favorite is this shameless way of doing things. He laughed: "After Si Gujian was cured by Fei Jie, he never became an idiot. How could he recognize this account? The first is not to admit that there is still a younger brother in the world, and then to send a national book, expressing shock and condolences to the assassination of the assassin. It is unbelievable to the assassination of the assassin..."

The middle-aged man said to himself, but found that no one responded to his own rare humor, and looked back. It was discovered that Fan Xianzheng looked at himself very seriously. The little **** outside the pavilion was half-squatting and did not dare to speak.

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but sigh and thought that it had passed so many years. Dare to be like her, no one who has no trouble with myself... It really is no longer.

The emperor’s mood was a bit stunned, and he slowly asked: “Fan leisure... On the upstairs, why did you save the children first?”

Fan is sitting in a wheelchair and pleading guilty. After a long silence, I said: "At that time, if the minister came to his knees, he could only stop the sword in front, and he would not care about the knife behind him... The three halls were dangerous."

“Hey?” The emperor laughed and laughed at himself: “Is it not worth the life of Ping’s life?”

Fan leisurely smiled and asked for sin again: "The murder of the murderer was dying. At that time, the situation was tense and there was no reaction at the time."

"When you rush to the front of you... the first machine has been lost, are you not afraid of death?"

Fan thought about it and finally said something that was inconsistent. He looked at his quiet eyes and said with a bitter voice: "At that time, the minister thought, fighting this little life, if you can block the sword, it is very good, if you can't stop it... Hey... can go with the other It’s a great honor to see the scenery in a world.”

The emperor gave a slight glimpse, and then he laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the sky and passed to the far away of the pavilion. The **** palace ladies who waited on the corner of the palace in the palace listened to the rare laughter of their sorrows. They couldn’t help but look at each other. I don’t know what jokes Fandi told me today.

The emperor stopped smiling. At this time, the more he looked at Fan Yumei, the familiar look, the more he was comforted, the slower the voice said: "Go to Jiangnan, pay more attention to yourself, don't rush to the front... ...I heard that you are so noisy in the north, and you don’t know how to save your life."

Fan is a little embarrassed and embarrassed, knowing that his words are justified. How many ministers of the country will be used to doing the same as they used to be? It’s just that I like to be single and lonely in my own body. In the end, I still don’t trust others. However, there are still a few months away from the Jiangnan trip. It seems that the emperor’s departure is too early.

"Your Majesty." Fan Xian thought of a matter of urgency, and some uneasiness said: "What was said in Yigui's place... is it a joke?"

The emperor will look at his eyes and say coldly: "Jun has no jokes."

Fan Xian’s fear is extremely ridiculous: "The ancestors are not high, and the morality is not heavy. How can they be a prince?"

The emperor smiled and looked at him and said: "I heard that... When you were in Beijing, the little emperor was very respectful of you... As for the hope, even Zhuang Mohan praised the people, why not? It’s just a younger generation of Zhuang Mohan... If it’s not that you are too young, you will directly declare that you are going to the palace to give lectures. Who can dare to talk about it?”

"But..." Fan has some regrets about the name of Hehe, who was angered by his vanity. He said: "But Chen Mingchun has to go to Jiangnan and his line, and he has misunderstood the three emperors."

The emperor waved his hand: "With the flat child, you have already said it to the Queen Mother."

Fan Xian Zhang opened his mouth and did not speak for a long time.

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"Do it well." The emperor said calmly: "Jiangnan is going on, and you will be in Beijing for another two years. You will be allowed to enter the book."

He stared at Fan’s eyes and said softly: "Oh, it is your value."

After Fan Silo was silent, he nodded unconsciously and knew that the conversation had been completed, he was ready to resign. Unexpectedly... The emperor waved again and said faintly: "Today's winter, there is a feast in the palace. You are using rice in the palace... You have already let people go to your house."

Fan Xianxin was shocked again. I don’t know what it means, or what can’t be explained.

"The Queen Mother wants to see you," the emperor said, coughing again and chopping two times: "The old man wants to see what it looks like when he sees her husband."

The emperor left with the imperial concubine. The pavilion was quiet, leaving only Fan and the little **** who was responsible for pushing the wheelchair today.

Fan leisurely watched the emperor leave the direction of the emperor. His eyes were cold and self-deprecating. He was called into the palace today. Although the incident was sudden, he still had some small expectations. Maybe the middle-aged man would let his painting? Maybe what does the middle-aged man say to himself?

Unexpectedly, this is still the right thing to do with this kind of loyalty. There was some faint disappointment in his heart. The emperor's family is ruthless, and of course he is clear, and he has never treated the middle-aged man as his father... The so-called disappointment is actually disappointing for the woman named Ye Xiaomei.

Look at the emperor's attitude towards himself. I know that he is a lover, at least... for the mother, there is no gratitude and enough nostalgia. in other words. Even if the emperor is now extremely trusting to himself, even if he has regarded himself as the closest courtier, he is still only a courtier.

If oneself really reveals his identity one day, it is no longer a "loyal loyalty" to protect the driver, but it involves the belonging of the chair... Fan is sneer in his heart. For the emperor, he did not have a slight interest in the supervision of the court. It is the interest of his small family. But when improper is your own problem, middle-aged men let themselves not stand in the sequence of alignment, this is a moral issue.

Fuck! ... I don’t mean to say you!

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After the emperor’s mother vented, Fan Xian took a deep breath and knew that her depression was really unreasonable. Because Ningcai is the female prisoner of Dongyi, the great prince was automatically deprived of his right to succeed in the heart, not to mention his own role as a day, and the mother’s bizarre death, there must be some tail. Not cleaned up. Only then did the emperor dare not recognize himself.

What makes Fan Fan somewhat puzzling is that he clearly broke the idea from the day he guessed his identity. Why did he suddenly think about it today?

A slamming sound was a drop of snow dripping from the pavilion and hitting the stone steps softly. The voice awakened Fan Free. He looked up at the early winter scenery outside the pavilion and sighed. He thought, maybe it was the environment in this palace that was too oppressive, and he would let himself think about the boring things that I didn't have to think about.

"Tis... adults... There are times when dinner is served, you can go shopping, you can go shopping..." The little **** Hong Zhu said with a low eyebrow, but the words are screaming.

Can you go around in the harem? I am not raising a wound in Meiyuan, or I am less likely to commit some taboos. Fan idled and shook his head: "Look at this pavilion." He noticed the voice of the little eunuch, picked up his eyes and swept it over the little **** like two small knives. This gaze made the little **** nervous. .

"cold?"

"Yes."

"Sweating?"

………Yes. ”

Fan’s lips are slightly tilted and smiled: “Don’t be afraid, since you are relieved to let you listen here, you are naturally trusting you.”

It is also said that the conversation between the emperor and Fan Xian in the pavilion today seems to be home-based, but the hidden information inside is very rich. Hong Zhu knew for the first time today that the battle between the Supervisory Academy and the Second Emperor, the internal library, was actually the acquiescence of the emperor, Fan Ti Si is extremely intelligent, and it is in harmony with the Sacred Heart! It seems that Van Tis is going to have another big move right away.

If these things go out of the palace, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar.

"The slaves are not afraid." Hong Zhu responded pitifully.

Fan took a look at the face of the little eunuch, and suddenly curiously asked: "The **** also has acne?"

"Pimples?" Hong Zhu slightly glimpsed, immediately understand what it means, some annoyed should say: "Winter is not clear."

Outside the pavilion is quiet, there is a palace lady walking in the distance, surrounded by cold lakes, the wind is coming from the lake, and the pavilion is around the side, slightly flat and dry, Fan Xiao laughed: "You... is Hong Zhu?" ”

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