Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Yesterday's moonlight made me feel flustered, today's monthly ticket also makes me very flustered, so much, I should thank you, but I think that tomorrow, I am afraid that everyone has no votes at hand, screaming... tomorrow, at 12 o'clock, the monthly ticket doubles, please Strong support from everyone. Another: Fan's career as a matchmaker to the end of today's chapter, although I like it, but the leisure days are here, because I am exhausted, and these days have not been casual. )

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After Wang Jingye’s rebellion in Kyoto, he became more and more silent. In addition to crying for the Queen Mother’s death, he never entered the palace again, and part-time flower farmers did not appear in front of the ministers. The palace has become the quietest place in Kyoto. This gate is only open to a few people, including nature.

Fan leisurely put his finger on the wrist of Jing Wangye, his brow wrinkled slightly, and then released his finger after a moment. After thinking for a while, he said: "The cold that was dyed two years ago is already good, but this pulse is always Some are not right, but I can't say what is wrong."

Jing Wangye blinked and said: "The **** is not right. You can learn what the old guy can learn with Fei Jie? Get out of the way, the ready-made Aoyama famous doctor does not need to, what do you stop here."

The famous doctor of Qingshan naturally refers to Fan Ruoruo. If she enters the government today, she is very quiet, because she really does not know how to face Jing Wangye. At this time, after listening to this, she was smiled and looked at it. But I went there, and I was blessed with a blessing, and then I took a serious look at the pulse.

Fan Xian laughed at the side and went to the side. Jing Wangye’s body was under the care of him and the hospital. Of course, there was nothing wrong with it. Before, he just played a scene with Wang Ye, letting him relax.

Only Jing Wang looked at Fan Ruoruo’s old comfort. It’s like seeing Li Hongcheng being in front of the woman in front of him, laughing very strangely, how to let Fan Ruouo relax. Fortunately, once Fan Ruoruo treated the prince as a patient, his expression would naturally rise. After half a sigh, he frowned and said: "Where is it wrong? Wang Ye’s body is excellent."

"I look old. But in fact, my body is good. Hongcheng is here with me."

Jing Wangye squinted at the girl in front of him and said, "If you are, you are too old to be old. If you change to another family, you are afraid to marry soon, that is, your brother was fooling around and sent you out."

Having said that, Jing Wangye took a look at Fan Xian. Immediately said if it is gentle: "I have to think about it."

Fan Ruoruo's face slammed white, and went back to see his brother, but did not know where the shameless Fan ran away, leaving only one person here.

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In another place in the palace, Lin Biaoer sat next to Fan Xian and whispered: "After returning home, my sister tore your skin."

Fan Xian did not care to shrug his shoulders: "My sister never dared to yell at me. It is like you."

Lin Yier has now given birth to a son, the greatest desire to solve, plus the day-to-day busy dealing with the Fan and Hangzhou clubs, busy. Gradually, they gradually developed some solemn and rich appearances, and the body was more abundant.

It’s just that the county’s lord’s maiden is in the side of Fan’s leisure, but it’s always too solemn. Listening to this, I’m so angry. Twisted on him and said: "I only know how to use words to stab me."

"Let's be a little bit better, you are still a little girl. Why bother to pretend to be the master of the house." Fan Xia laughed and said: "It was the same way that the knife cut the throat."

This was the old thing when the family had crossed the wall and entered the room. Lin Biaoer listened to him and couldn’t help but shy and forgot what he had said before. However, Fan leisure took a moment to whisper in her ear: "I went to Dingzhou to see Hongcheng. In the past two years, I also sent people to stare at him. Although he was playing with flowers, he is not the same now. You said that he And if there is any possibility?"

Lin Biaoer looked at him and thought that there would be only such a strange idea in this world, and there would be so many strange ideas. The younger sister was so old, he began to worry, what did he do in the past?

"You are not saying that if your sister is not willing, would you rather not marry her?" She asked with big eyes and curiously asked, "How come I changed my mind? No wonder she left her in the lord."

Fan has some headaches and said: "I don't like to marry, of course. But the question is where is the world going to find a better man than Hongcheng?"

Lin Biaoer listened to this, and some of them worried for Xiaokuzi. They began to frown and thought about what other good people in Kyoto were, but when they wanted to come and think about the standard of Xiaoguzi, they could not find it.

The couple’s identity is incomprehensible. It’s also very smart to deal with affairs, but in some respects it’s a bit suffocating. It’s no wonder that when they met at the Qing Temple for the first time, they saw the green beans and looked up. After thinking for a long time, I couldn’t think of a nephew. Lin Biaoer gave up and said, “If you don’t marry, you won’t marry. Isn’t the government still afraid to raise a girl?”

Listening to this, Fan is happy, thinking that the child will gradually change under his influence and will be separated from the evil feudal thought.

His husband and wife gathered in the corner of the hall and opened their eyes and smiled and said gossip. Another room, Sisi and a few old nephews were holding their children and talking to the Joka County, and Joka curiously embraced the baby, carefully. Holding it, looking at the cute look of the baby, I couldn't help but laugh, and the silver bell-like laughter rang through the hall, and the scene was very pleasant and natural.

Being disturbed by laughter, Fan leisure looked up from the ear of the nephew and glanced at the soft Jia wearing a red pomegranate skirt. His eyes narrowed and it was obviously a vulgar costume, worn on a small county. With her clever temperament, she seems to add two bright spots.

The young county owner is not small. At that time, the 12-year-old Xiaoroujia, who was shy and shouted, has become a big girl. The temperament is as good as ever, and the status is honorable, but serving the county king, respecting the mother and treating others. The reputation in Kyoto is excellent. I don't know how many famous people are staring at the county palace, waiting for the opening of the palace.

Soft Jia is full of seventeen this year. It is reasonable to have a parental relationship. It is just that the emperor in the palace has pity that Jing Wang is alone in the government, so he has dragged this matter for two years, but he can’t drag it down – Jing Wangye One son and one daughter, Hong Cheng is nearly thirty years old, but still

marry. Hiding to Dingzhou, this daughter has to marry a talent.

According to Fan Feng’s heard winds, he will be given a marriage to Roujia in the next year. According to Lao Dai, there are already many government offices and ministers secretly in the palace. They all stared at the affair.

Although the owner of the county magistrate returns home, there will be many inconveniences, which will affect the future, but the reputation of Rojia in Beijing is too good, no one cares about this. As for the future, Xiao Fan is also a lord of the county, is not the same as the authority?

Everyone thinks like this, desperately going to the gates of several maidens in the palace. There are also some people with sharp-eyed eyes, thinking about the relationship between Fan Xian and Jing Wangfu, and the weight of his speech in front of several nieces, is actually cheeky and seeking for leisure.

Thinking of this matter, Fan can not help but smile, and looking at the child holding the child, there is some ecstasy. In a blink of an eye, Roujia has to marry, and he has been in Beijing for five years. This change has always made people feel overwhelmed. Such a gentle and beautiful little county owner, do not know which child will be cheaper.

Soft Jia carefully held the little son, and Si Si gathered in one place, trying to distinguish the difference between Fan Xiaohua and Fan Liang's sister.

I don't know if it was because she had a baby to let her think of her marriage, and her look was a little uneasy and awkward. Sisi has been a mother for two years. Everyday, with the deaf children presiding over the Fuzhong issue, but these are not so big or small, but they have not changed at all. It was actually a big slap in the ear of Joka and said something.

Sisi’s voice is extremely low, and the eyes of the soft-sex lord are getting brighter and lighter, nodding.

"This girl, I don't know what a ghost idea." Lin Biao's eyes pointed, and saw this scene, reminding Fan Xian.

Fan Xianxin also had some drumming, and then watched the Jiaojia County master hand the child to the old nephew, finishing the skirt, and slowly came over.

Soft Jia gave him a deep ritual, half-slung to the ground, whispered: "Cry brother."

It has been five years, every time the face is red, shy, the gentle and incomparable little county owner said the three words of the younger brother, Fan will be weakened by the numbness of the hemp, can not wait to quickly escape. He quickly picked up the right color and said, "Sister Jiajia, how does this make it."

The young county owner refused to get up, and said with a rare sigh: "The brother can only give me one thing, or the sister will not get up."

"You have to say it first, then I can see if I can do it." Fan looked at the thoughts that had nothing to do, and he snorted and felt that this was a problem.

Soft Jia was shy, and his face was red. He said in a mosquito-like voice: "After the year, the palace will refer to the pro, and the brother will be the master."

Fan was surprised and wondered how he could be the master of this kind of thing. It seems that he is thinking about what he is thinking. The director of the Johor County said: "My brother is Taichang Temple Zhengqing. How can I not be a master?"

Fan is a bitter in the mouth, thinking that Taichang Temple Zhengqing is really not a human being, whether it is the big emperor or the county owner, how to waste your own brain!

As soon as he read this, he had great anger against Ren Shao'an. He was originally a good friend of Shao'an, and he was the most supportive of the three temples in the middle of the temple, but the master war of Dadongshan in the past two years was actually the great man. Frightened the courage, and after another half a year, he smashed another place to run. As a result, the post of Taichangji Zhengqing was naturally handed over to Fan Xian’s hand.

Fan Xian has been indulging for a moment, and it is difficult to say: "You are the lord of the Tang Dynasty. The marriage is naturally talking in the palace. How can I interject?"

Soft Jia raised his face and his eyes were red. He said: "If you have a sister's marriage, you have a way. Why can't you do it? Isn't it a good brother to watch his sister marry?"

It was a quiet brother, and it was the endless resentment in the scorpion. Where did Fan Xian know what the little county owner thought, and secretly complained.

The two of them are cousins. When Joka grew up, he gradually broke this thought, but the object of the young girl’s early spring can be easily erased. Even if there is no interest in Fan’s leisure, he also takes him. When I became the most reliable brother, I was even closer than Hongcheng.

Fan is helpless, looking at the teardrops in the eyes of Roujia, who seem to have a cute look under the grape shelf. The heart is soft, and I am not willing to let the palace arbitrarily marry. : "Well, this matter will be handed over to me. I will pick out the young people of Jingli age, and let you pick them up through the curtain!"

"I can choose a good horse in the palace."

I heard this. The room was full of surprises, and I thought that this was too unfamiliar. However, Roujia turned to sorrow and joy, and smiled happily. Carefully stood beside him, holding his sleeves, as if he was afraid that he wouldn’t count, he ran away and said happily: "Thank you for your brother."

Lin Biaoer covered his mouth and smiled. He thought that his thoughts were really good. His family husband couldn’t bear it. Probably only he was a rogue. I will come up with the idea of ​​picking up the curtain and picking up the horse.

At this time, I was following the servant and ruined a lot of Jingwang dishes. Lin Dabao walked outside the hall. The body was full of mud and his hands were dark. When Lin Biaoer saw it, he hurriedly greeted him, and he distressedly called people to wash their hands.

Where did you know that Dabao was only looking at Fan Xi and the soft Jia holding his sleeves. I wondered why this younger sister had to grab her own place, and her mood was a little bad. She took her hand and walked to the side of Fan’s leisure, and grabbed Fan’s other sleeve. I glanced at Roujia and said, "Small leisure, I am hungry, I want to eat buns."

Everyone laughed, and only Fan’s expression was extremely helpless.

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Fanjia County and Fan Ruoruo grew up in their childhood. The friendship is very good. If you first return to Kyoto, the two girls don’t know how much to say. Actually, it was not finished in the evening. Jing Wangye waved his hand and let the county owner follow the fan of Fanfu. He stayed in Fanfu for five or six days and then returned to the palace.

Two days later, Fan Xian took his sister out of the city. This time, I went to the Chen Garden in the suburbs. It was difficult to walk on the road. In addition, the newly-built Chen Yuan had more beautiful and beautiful eyes, and the children and Sisi went to have a headache.

Therefore, this time it is determined not to go, but the Lord of the Kaojia County is afraid that the Chen Laoyuan is determined not to go.

Fan Fei brothers and sisters had to go by themselves. Chen Pingping was an elder, and his relationship with Fan Jian was a comrade-in-arms relationship. After Fan Ruoru returned to Beijing, if he didn't go to see him, he couldn't say it.

Once in Chenyuan, the scenery is still the same, perhaps even better than before. The fire of the old Qin family in the rebellion, in addition to let Chen Pingping have more reasons to ask for money in the inner bank, did not cause any impact, Qingqing rockery or the mountain The ambushing organs in the outer mountain forests are still strict, and the beautiful people in the garden are still so beautiful. Even the singer is Sang Wen’s sister.

After entering the park, I said a few words. Fan Xianben wanted to tell Chen Pingping about the layout of His Majesty in the West and the disposal of the hospital. Unexpectedly, the old man in the wheelchair waved his hand and directly blocked his opening.

It’s been two years. Since Fan Jian’s return to Ganzhou, Chen Pingping has put all the power of the supervision of the court down, even if he doesn’t even listen to it. It’s hidden and deep, maybe Fan Xian can understand one or two, but he is still not used to it. .

Because he opened his eyes in this life, the first person to see was Wu Zhushu and the old man in a wheelchair. From Chenzhou to Beijing, his life was grown under the care and cruelty of the old man. Chen Pingping intended to run through his life, just like the tree in the back garden of Zhangzhou, sheltering him from the wind.

He used to Chen Pingping standing behind him and solving the biggest troubles for himself. Once Chen Pingping fell silent, he fell into a slight uneasiness.

Nowadays, Chen Pingping is aging, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes are getting deeper and deeper. Fortunately, he does not have to deal with the hospital affairs in two years. He just distracted in Chen Yuan and his spirit is good. He did not care about Fan’s uneasiness at this time. He smiled and talked with Fan Ruoruo about the Qingshan Mountain. He said that he died in the bitter land and he also sighed.

Laozi is more and more like an ordinary old man at the entrance of the village, rather than the dark monarch who controlled the world in the past. This kind of change, even if Fan Ruoru was temporarily uncomfortable.

After coming out of Chen Yuan, in the carriage, Fan was silent for a long time and whispered: "How long can he live?"

Today, if you come with a visit, one is to visit, and the second is to borrow the sister's superb skills, from the excellent medical skills of Qingshan, to confirm Chen Pingping's deadline. Fan Xian certainly hopes that this Laozi can have a happy old age.

"The dean suffered several severe injuries more than ten years ago, his legs were broken early, his meridians were impassable, and he was poisoned two years ago. According to theory, he is exhausted and may be dangerous at any time." Fan Ruoruo brows Wrinkled, some puzzled, "But in the past two years, the hospital has been very well conditioned, and it should be able to support for a few years."

Fan Xian did not make a sound. He took a few sheets of paper from his arms and handed it over. He said: "Taiwan hospital does not seem to have such a good means. It is possible to open this prescription and be able to take care of the old dean’s body, even better than Mr. Fei is still a bit more powerful."

Fan Ruouo took the prescription and looked at it carefully. He was shocked and couldn’t help but look at his brother and said, "Is this the prescription in Chen Yuan?"

“Is it familiar?”

"Medication diagnosis, the level is above me, very accurate, there is no trace of excess ... and the technique is very familiar."

Fan Ruoruo bites his lower lip and knows what his brother meant to see this prescription. Medical medicines are actually like martial arts practice. Each has its own genre. How long does it take for each medicinal treatment? What kind of disease is used? As long as it is a person who has been immersed in medical treatment for a long time, it can always smell some flavor, let alone write this. A few prescriptions have a close relationship with Fan Ruo.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and said: "Is the wooden awning that taught you medical skills on the green hills that have not returned to the North for two years?"

Fan Ruoru looked at his elder brother and nodded. Fan Xian knows what his sister is worried about. The introductory disciple of the bitter lotus, Mu Peng, is in some sense a sister who is a doctor in medicine. Of course, the younger sister does not want his brother to shoot him.

"I thank him for being too late, how to deal with him, I just don't understand. He is a disciple of the day, why come to Nanqing to do this." Fan leisure closed his eyes and said coldly.

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To find one thing, the easiest thing is to confront the court, ask questions, especially the question of secrets.

On a cloudy afternoon, the place where the dragon and the snake were mixed in the Hechi Square in Kyoto West City, a black man wearing a hat, walked directly into a two-story building, silently entering, palm one Turned over, a black dagger sneaked into the past, gently across a person's neck.

The house is very simple. The person is packing the bag at the bedside and seems to be ready to travel. He was dressed in Langzhong, and at this time he felt the chill on his neck and stabbed the hair at his neck.

His name is Mu Peng, he is the second disciple of the introduction of the hardship. The most exquisite doctor of the Northern Qi Dynasty doctors, who died in the Qing Dynasty two years ago, went to Nanqing and tried his best to get close to Chen Pingping. He gained the trust of Chen Pingping with his wonderful medical skills. , and found an excuse to cover up his identity.

Although he is a doctor, but the hard-pressed disciple has an ordinary person, he can be quietly touched the door by the lotus pond, and the sword is placed on his neck. He knows that the assassin behind him must It is the top person in the world.

Mu Peng did not look back, and did not see how he moved, he saw a group of powder slamming on the face of the black man, this hand is extremely chilly, extremely hard work. It’s not easy to get started with a disciple!

The powder fell down the shackle, and Fan closed his eyes, no suffocation, or even breathing, because he knew that the cockroach powder contained terrible toxins - he had no smearing under the miscalculation Hey, but the fingertips gently pick a needle into the neck of the canopy.

The awning body was numb, and before the body was stiff, the palm of the cockroach smashed the small porcelain bottle in the package, and the poisonous smoke was sprayed out. As soon as the green cloth swayed, Fan’s hand was ejected from behind him. He used only a piece of cloth to hold the poisonous smoke in it, and there was no leakage.

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