Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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As those who have said on the moon floor, Kyoto has been peaceful for a year, the biggest reason is naturally because Fan Xian was exiled to Jiangnan for a whole year.

With Fan's return to Beijing, the calm Kyoto can no longer maintain the calm of performance. On the one hand, he is just stuck in the hedging point of various forces. On the one hand, it is also because of the style of his work and the so-called poetry. The appearance is completely different, even more than the most expensive style in the country.

The killing in the valley, the assassination in Kyoto night, some people silently dying, some officials were greatly humiliated and imprisoned, and the Kyoto dignitaries once again deeply felt the power of Fan and leisure. Determined to let them want to understand, Xiao Fan adults have been raised in the spring of Jiangnan for a year, and did not make his heart become too soft.

Fan Xian returned to Beijing, and shocked things happened one after another.

The most recent incident is that the Northern Qi Dynasty court is squinting and coming over. It is a shameless expression of love for Fan Xian. It is disgustingly criticized that the Nanqing court did not protect the safety of Xiao Fan adults!

Full of Beijing is ridiculous, all angry.

In exchange for another expression, this is the celebration of domestic affairs. When is it your turn to turn to the rhythm of the North Qi? However, the people of Beiqi were screaming, and they were very loud.

Fan Xian was pushed to the cusp of the wind, although the smart people did not believe that he had anything to do with Beiqi, because the method of Beiqi was too naive, but the people of Qingguo were still uncomfortable. It is quite uncomfortable, and the vision of going to Fanfu is somewhat complicated.

The storm of this matter has not subsided, it is only the New Year's Day after two days, and the entire Kyoto has become fearful because of another thing related to Fan.

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There is no light in the sky.

Fan is sitting in the carriage, holding some bun eyes, thinking in his heart, the ancestor used so secretly? Yesterday was New Year's Eve. After a family played a general mahjong, Fan Sizhen and Lin Yier divided the property of the whole family, the end of the game, but the family immediately went to the carriage and left the house.

All the way, there are horse-drawn carriages in the Fan family's house, and although the houses are calm, but the team is so long, the battle is indeed a bit big.

Fan Xianxin has some faint excitement and tension. He is the first time to worship the ancestors, so it is not clear that the ancestor should be in the fifth. Because when Fanzu worshipped his ancestors last year, he and his nephew stayed in the circle, and vaguely remembered that it should be afternoon.

He glanced at the thoughts that were sleeping asleep. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head. In his own carriage, he wanted to come to Qingguo. There is no such thing as a slogan to search for this sin.

I think that I can finally enter the ancestral hall today, and his smile has always surfaced and cannot fade. He did not know how his father entered the palace and negotiated with the emperor. But in the end, it was obvious that the emperor and his son had no choice but to stop. The Queen Mother remained silent.

It is also said that since your royal family can not give yourself a name, do you still want to have a reliable surname for the rest of your life?

Fan Xian sneered, in fact, he can guess the ending of the negotiation between the father and the emperor - the emperor sealed his own shackles, in his view has already given enough confession, and the current situation, the emperor does need to be clear and clear, so that It’s not enough to make the trading of several of his son’s family-owned businesses. It’s not enough to cut the power of the court. If you want to continue on the road to the powers, the first thing is to take yourself from the ranks of the princes. Take the lead to pick yourself up.

The team didn't know how long it took, and waited for a while at the gate. When the gates opened, they drove out in the eyes of the soldiers.

Going west along the official road, I finally entered the Tianzhuang, Fan’s ancestral home where Fan Xian had been.

More than 30 carriages were parked on the outside dam of the clan ancestral hall. People from the Grange came to pick up. Every year, they have already made skilled workers and provided bamboo sheds for the women. Already set up, Liu's nephew thoughts, and other elder women in several rooms were taken to rest in the yard.

Today's Fan patriarch, the head of the family, Shang Shu Fan Jian stood under the steps of the clan ancestral hall, wearing a three-color mixed suit, calmly looking at everything in front of him, but there was a feeling of warmth and pleasure in his heart.

I raised a son for myself and finally developed my son. Is this the most successful day in my life?

The heads of the Fan family have already got off the carriage, standing outside the ancestral hall according to the order of the generations. They looked at the head of the patriarch with their eyes. They have complex emotions in their hearts. The family is already one of the big people in Beijing, and Fan Jian is only a weak house. If it is not the ancestor, the emperor and Jing Wang are now big, how can Fan Jian be a patriarch today?

After Fan was built as a patriarch, the restrictions on the people in the family were extremely strict, and the officials in the family became bigger and bigger. No one in the family dared to accept it. Moreover, there are now more people in Fan Fu who are called Fan Xian.

Each of them divided the uniforms needed to worship the ancestors, Ningxiang nodded, and the sacrifices were ready. The monk in the ancestral hall of the ancestral hall honoured a row of felts and slowly opened the door of the ancestral hall. .

With a bang, the door made by Blackwood opened, and a cold wind blew inside. It seems that Fan’s ancestors were watching the descendants indifferently.

Fans of hundreds of men are low, arranged.

At this time, a carriage behind the people opened the door, and Fan, wearing a cloth, walked slowly and calmly, following the father's gesture of the stone steps, slowly moving between the two men and men.

The atmosphere in front of the temple was originally solemn. The Fans of the Fans did not dare to scream, fearing to disturb the ancestors’ ancestors. However, when they saw the man who was walking down the carriage, they still could not bear it. Sustaining the eyes of a terrified accident, Zhang opened his mouth and made countless sounds.

In the last place, those teenagers who touched the teens, after seeing Fan Fei, were even scared. This was the time when Fan Yu’s leg was broken outside the Baoyue Building. The poor little fighters who smashed their ass.

Fan Xian also came to worship the ancestors! The bullies of these Fans were scared to shake their legs.

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Fan Xian walked steadily forward, gradually approaching the stone steps of the ancestral hall, and then saw the stone steps, the father seems to be whispering something with several old people, the old man, Fan Xianping has also seen it. Knowing that the Fan family is a highly respected elder, one person seems to be called the grandfather...

The highest-ranking grandfather of the Fan family was full of sorrow and whispered to Fan Jian: "Ye... this is not appropriate."

Fan Jian smiled and said: "What is wrong with Erbo?"

The uncle was full of horror in his eyes and said, "This child... this child..." He suddenly stopped talking, did he want him to say in front of the patriarch, is your son not your own? But he was still frightened. The Fans and elders behind him were also frightened. They didn't think that this year's ancestors had made such a big squad, it was entirely because the government quietly brought Fan Leisure!

Everyone spoke up and said that although they did not dare to speak in the face of Fan Shangshu, they all expressed their fears faintly, but the voice did not dare to be too big, and they were afraid of alarming the ancestors in the temple.

Everyone is dissatisfied, and my mind is not the descendant of my Fan family. Why do you worship the ancestors? What they are even more afraid of is that this is a dragon and a grandson. If you return to the Fan family today, will the Queen Mother and His Majesty be unhappy?

However, Fan Xian did not give these elders a chance to open a debate. He had already walked to his father's body. He first gave the elders a respectful dedication and then stood by his father.

Fan Jian smiled and pointed to a certain position in the queue and said, "Your location is there."

See the patriarchs do not listen, no one dares to object, because these elders in the Fan family are actually more afraid of the kind of taste that Fan Leisure has.

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"The ancestors have merit, Zong Youde."

"All things are heaven, people are ancestors."

Inside and outside the ancestral hall, the smoke was lingering, and the objects were on the Chen. The men and the priests bowed in turn. In a humming humming, the ancestors of the Fan’s clan steadily proceeded, but people could not help but sneak a peek at Fan’s eyes. .

Fan Xian has already squatted in the ancestral hall, worshipped, squatted, and then stood aside, watching the paper flowers in the sky, the snow on the hills in the distance, some dazed, he knew that his name could finally be recorded in Fan. On the genealogy of the family, there was a brighter color in the heart.

Fan Siyi was gimmicking in the direction of the ancestral hall in the carriage, and he was not convenient to get off.

Fan is standing next to the carriage and can't help but sigh, thinking that he will be born again. In the cave of Xishan in the North Qi, in front of the dying Sean, he recognized his belonging to the world. Today, in front of Fan’s ancestral hall, I finally confirmed my own affiliation to the world. My life has finally become a lingering imprint. It is closely connected with the world and can no longer be separated. .

As early as the morning dawn, the white mist in the Grange was mixed with the smoke in the temple, and it could no longer be separated.

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When Fan was standing next to the carriage outside the Fan’s ancestral hall, almost at the same moment, across half of the territory of the Qingguo, one of the largest manors in the world outside the city of Suzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, the repaired than the Fan’s ancestral hall Outside the high and majestic ancestral hall, Xia Xifei screamed silently in front of the ancestral tablets.

No, it should be said that now the seven young masters of the Ming family, Ming Qingcheng, trembled in front of the ancestors' cards, let the tears rinse their faces.

Ming Qingda, the master of the Ming family, used a very complicated look to look at the Mingqing City, crying at the bottom left, and the seven brothers who had left home since childhood.

Ming Lanshi stood in the following four uncles, watching the "seven uncles" who never had the chance to enter the ancestral temple, and his face remained calm, but deep inside was full of frustration.

Four uncles were released by the Suzhou government six months ago. Since then, he has been tied to Xia Qifei, and he is doing the right thing with the Ming family. There is no doubt that the unseen assassination incident made this Ming Siye is already dead for the Ming family.

Nowadays, the situation in Mingjia is very difficult. The silver used to circulate is too small, so I have to reach out. Although the investment bank has provided great help, but if the business on the east road and the sea is not much better, continue to borrow. Silver, this... there will be too many problems, and inside the family, there is another force now, and the sons and sisters naturally stand by Ming’s four.

Thinking of this festival, Ming Lanshi hated the imperial adult who was far away from Kyoto. The situation is now made by the man, including Xia Qifei’s ancestral ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ring.

Ming Lanshi did not know why his father would agree to Fan’s request.

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Xia Xifei wiped the tears from his face and squatted on the ground. He whispered to the plaque of the ancestors and said with a voice that only he could hear: "Father, mother... The old sorrow is dead, and the son is finally back. ”

He was driven out of his home by the Ming family at an early age, and he survived numerous times. Even if he later became the leader of the Jiangnan Water Village, he only thought that one day he could revenge with blood and fire, but he could only become a lonely ghost. I never dare to expect... I can actually return to Ming Dynasty with greatness!

Today, he is not only the commander of Jiangnan Water Village, but also the unsupervised supervisory institute stationed in the Jiangnan Road Supervisor. He is already the Dadongjia of Xia Mingji, responsible for the marketing of the inner warehouse goods Beiqi Road. At that time... He also obtained the identity of the young master of the Ming family. In the future, there will always be one of his huge family property.

Even... it may all be his.

Of course, Xia Xifei understands that even if Ming family becomes his own, he can be his own, that is, Xiao Fan. Everything that I have gained at the moment is given by Xiao Fan’s hands. Xia Qifei is a person who knows how to report, and is also a person who knows the size and has no ambition.

As long as you can revenge and return to the Ming family, everything is fine.

The Ming Four, who had no enthusiasm for the past, stepped forward and helped him up. He said, "Seven brothers, just come back."

"Thank you, my brother." Xia Xifei stood up and yelled at the Ming family, and immediately smiled and said: "Big brother, then I will go out first."

Ming Qingda smiled and walked a few steps, and gathered in his ear, whispered with a voice that only two of them could hear: "The seven brothers, the time is still long, and today you will not leave you with rice."

This is the thing that Fan has left before Jiangnan, and it is strongly forced to understand the things that Qingda should bear. Today, since he has already done it, there is not much good face for Ming Laoqi.

Xia Qifei sneered, knowing the meaning hidden in Ming Qingda's discourse. Jiangnan, Mingjia, has now been divided into two pieces, and as for who will hold the head of the cattle in the future, after all, it is necessary to look at the wins and losses in the palace in Kyoto.

Ming Qingda has been forbearing in this year, using all means to delay the means of fanning and blood, in order to fight for time, waiting for the counterattack in Kyoto, and he believes that it is no longer necessary to endure for too long.

The idea of ​​Xia Xifei is exactly the opposite of Ming Qing. He is waiting. On the day he waited for the victory of Xiao Fan, he never believed that Xiao Fan would fail.

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Out of the door of Ming's ancestral hall, Xia Qifei looked at the children of different ethnic groups in the round, and his face showed a smile of self-deprecating thoughts. I wanted to come to these children's middle-aged children. Not many people really looked at themselves as the seven masters.

Ming Siye always followed him and whispered: "Although we already have three people here, but he is the owner after all, some things are not his."

"We don't care about the business." Xia Qifei's eyes have tears in his eyes. He calmly said: "How many people can be mixed with the guards in the round, I will send people to stare. If the situation is fixed, he still wants to delay. Don't blame us for being heavy."

Ming Siye was taken aback and frowned. "You don't want to come, all Jiangnan are staring at Mingyuan, even if Xiaofan adults don't dare to do such things."

Xia Xifei smashed, no more, and went outside the Ming circle.

Next to the horse-drawn carriage, Su Shimei, who had broken his arm, was waiting for him. She looked at the traces left on Xia Xifei's face and knew that he was sure to be greatly emotionally excited today. He said with excitement: "Congratulations to the big master."

"Hmm?" Xia Xifei smiled.

“Congratulations to my cousin.” Su Shimei gently smiled and said: “Congratulations to Ming Qiye.”

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On the first day of the New Year, the Kyoto Wangfu, the second emperor was drinking tea, and while playing with Ye Linger, he heard a rush of footsteps outside the study, and he frowned slightly. Although his current power in Kyoto has been exhausted by Fan, but as he said in the Baoyue Building, he is not in a hurry, because these are just problems, and they can’t move themselves. This Huang Gener, in the future, always has to turn to Fan.

Going into the door, I also refused to take Wang Hao on the seat, and rushed to the ear of the second emperor, and said the shocking news that I heard.

The face of the second emperor changed immediately, and the black matte piece that was licked by **** fell and fell into the cup, giving a screaming scream.

After the matter went out, Ye Linger asked with a smile: "What happened?"

In the eyes of the young emperor who is under twenty, the more the husband’s husband is beaten by his master, the better. It’s best to beat him, and never pay attention to the dragon chair. .

Fan Xian played the tiger in Kyoto. Ye Linger stole music in the palace. At this time, he looked at the husband's face and was shocked. He thought that the master was doing something, so he was not worried. Instead, he had the urge to watch the play.

The second emperor only relieved the shock in his heart for a long time, and looked at his wife and said: "Fan is free... Today, the ancestors went."

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