Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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At the foot of Huangchenggen, this slippery room looked inconspicuous. It is the main venue of the book under the door. From the porch to a courtyard, you can enter the palace directly. It is the most important place. The forbidden army and the guards look at the defense. It is the rebel army palace. I thought about opening the gap from here, because there are still layers of palace walls behind the middle of the book. Inside the bungalow is even more murderous.

He left Zhangzhou from the spring of Qingli. It’s almost seven years since I was stunned. In addition to staying in Jiangnan intermittently for two years. Fan Xian’s time of the second world, the real wonderful tension is remembered in the heart of the time, most of them are in Kyoto, his life status is different from most people in the Qing Dynasty, too many times into the palace. Just as easy as going home. Whether it is the identity of the supervisory court, or the identity of the emperor's illegitimate child. All let the palace ban not exist for him.

The seventh day of the day. Fan Xian is like a bend, and he squats into the bungalow below the palace. Although the festival has just passed. But the book under the door is still busy. Officials from various ministries. On the periphery. No one noticed a character with a black cloth umbrella in the snow. Into the inner circumference, the banned army guards who were in charge of inspections were stupid under the gentle smile of Fan Fan, and he looked at him and walked in.

Fan’s leisure is too natural, too logical, and all the banned military guards are familiar with the young adult’s access to the palace, and they have not responded for a while. Let him go through the layers of security and go directly to the big room in the middle of the book.

There are two enthusiasm in the big room.

It’s covered with a few layers of things,

The son is full of songs from all over the place.

The net chapter and the intended purpose. The ink table and paper piled up on the table. In the Daqing court center, the office conditions did not look good. Several college students and some book officials were busy, until Fan Xian put down the black umbrella with snow.

There was silence in the big room under the door. All the locals looked at Fan Xi’s slyly, and did not know the big man who was disciplined by his stern. Why is it suddenly appearing here today?

When Van is walking in the streets of Kyoto, the restaurants in Kyoto have changed in various places. However, the timing of this stifling action was extremely accurate. When Fan walked away, he was in the middle of the big book. The fire of Kyoto’s revenge in all directions has just begun to burn. The news did not reach the palace.

For the sudden arrival of Fan Xian. The first reaction came from the nearest door. The greedy, bright-skinned Pan Ling University, the already old university student, looked at the old eyes and looked at Fan Cough and said: "How come you?"

Since childhood, he has been studying the word of Pan University, and he has earned the first money in life by the newspapers compiled by Pan University. Although he has not dealt twice in Kyoto. However, Fan Xi is always respectful to the elderly. Laughing and responding: "Your Majesty called me into the palace in the afternoon. Just walked to the mouth of the Imperial City. Suddenly it was snowing. I thought that standing in the snow did not mean anything, so come here to see the adults."

When this statement comes out, all the talents in the big house in the interior think of it. Today, there is indeed a willingness to call the court into the palace. Putting down your heart, each of them smiles gently and goes forward to see the ceremony. The book under the door is different from the officials in the lower part of the door. The most important thing is to be with the light. Wei is not angry. In particular, they are the closest officials to their subordinates, and they naturally know the true status of the court. No one dares to neglect.

He Zongwei finally got up and stood up. come over. His expression was calm and self-sustaining. When he came out, the whole house was quiet in the middle of the house, and even the Pan Ling University coughed both. Leaving and leaving.

Everyone knows that He is currently leading the will of His Majesty. Desperately attacking the poor forces left by Xiao Fan’s people. Everyone knows better, these years. Xiao Fan and He University have never lived in harmony. There is no one at a time, and the current situation has already changed. He is a university student who is red and purple. In the middle of the book, the status of the province is faintly overwhelmed by the Hu University, facing the current situation of being in a difficult situation. What will he say? What to do?

"I haven't seen you for a long time." He Zongwei gently looked at Fan Xian and said: "The time has not yet arrived. First sit down and drink a cup of hot tea, warm up the body, lest you stay in the royal study room for another half a day."

This is very gentle. Very sincere. It is very windy and light, and it is very moving. The kind of concern that comes from the depth of the statement is that anyone can hear it. He Zongwei’s performance at this time seems to be a feeling for the people. These two Nanqing courts are most famous between young and powerful. No problems have ever occurred.

But a truly intelligent person must have heard something else. This is the winner's tolerance for the loser, which is a concern of condescending.

Fan’s lips twitched slightly, like laughing and laughing, then slowly raised his head and looked at the dark-skinned university student in front of him, after a pause. Calm said: "I am here today, I want to say a few words to you, yeah. My time has not yet arrived... Your time has arrived."

No one can understand this sentence, it is He Zongwei himself. Did not hear the chilly background sound in this sentence, he gave a slight glimpse. Frowning and looking at Fan. I seem to want to say a few words, but I heard a loud noise coming from the door of the Zhongshu Provincial House. The voice of the chaos was mixed with a few voices and could not help but exclaim.

"So flustered, what kind of system!" He Zongwei looked so heavy, looking at the official who was coming to the place. The anger replied.

"Adults! Dali Temple Deputy Dean and the new deputy of the Duoguan Zuo Du Yushi Guo Yan, was killed in the street!" The official horrified to tell the news from the outside.

Upon hearing this news, the entire big house suddenly became like a blast, and the exclamation sounded loudly. The officials under the door managed the Daqing court for the sire. When did you hear about such a level of imperial court officials in the street!

He Zongwei is a stiff body. The deputy secretary of Dali Temple and the censor of Yu Shi Guo are all confidants of his land, especially Guo Yan, who has always regarded the fan system as a confidant. In Jiangnan, he did a lot of great things for him. After making a big contribution, he was taken back to Kyoto by the opportunity. He just returned to Kyoto...and died?

His dark face flashed pale. Quickly responded to the usual, violently looked up, staring at the face of Fan Xian Zhang Junxiu. A pair of eyes. Cold light.

Without waiting for He Zongwei to speak, Fan Xian drove his eyes. In amazement, he whispered: "The Hushang Shangshu is also dead. Two servants are still dead. Here is my list. You can see if there are any omissions."

Fan Xian finished this sentence. Taking a thin piece of paper from his arms and handing it over, He Zongwei’s hand could not help but tremble, and took a rough sweep of the paper. I saw more than a dozen official names. All... are his cronies!

When Fan Xian handed the list to the university, the whole house in the middle of the province was quiet. A quiet needle can be heard even if it falls to the ground.

Van leisure casually wiped the corner. Insert the fine needle that is next to the finger back into the hair. Calm said: "I don't want to kill innocent officials, so please confirm. If these are your people, then I am relieved."

The note with the name fell to the ground and the room was quiet. At this time. Everyone knows that the **** things in Kyoto today are made by the little fan in front of him. I just don’t know if he said that the land is true. Are the court officials all dead today?

He Zongwei knows Fan Leisure. So he knows that Fan is not a lie. The names on the paper must have been turned into a resentment at this moment. He looked up and burned a stupid fire in his throat. Staring at Fan Leisure, he did not know why Fan Xian did this. Doesn't he know that this is a dead end? At this moment. He Zongwei actually felt some faint pride, and he actually forced Fan Yu to the road of breaking the net.

"Why... come here! Catch this murderer!" Why the three words are so painful to export, everyone thought that He Zongwei would be in the presence of officials, angering the evils of the people. No one expected, and halfway through, He Zongwei shouted loudly, and his local people used the fastest speed to hide behind the officials.

Or He Zongwei knows the most about Fan Xian, since the other party has ignored life and death. Killing the Quartet in Kyoto. Naturally, there is the idea of ​​fighting for death. Before seeing each other in the palace, I made a special trip to the middle of the book to put an umbrella. Nature is not just about using these names of dead people to fall and attack yourself. But to... kill yourself!

Until this time, no one still believes that Fan Xian dare under the imperial city. The solemn location of the Qing Dynasty. The violent murder, but He Zongwei believes that he knows the vicious young power in front of him. Once you are crazy, you dare to do anything. So he disregarded the minister's decent. Shouting in horror, the Guards of the Forbidden Army. One side desperately fled to the rear of the ministers.

Fan Xian did not chase him, but looked at him with a kind of pity and smirk, and looked at the crowd. That pale face.

After all, it is the book in front of the palace. As early as He Zongwei shouted. There have been banned troops and big guards who have noticed the movements here, and once they find out that there is disagreement, more than a dozen guards and three banned generals have already rushed into the middle of the house, and pulled out the waist-swording knife, vigilant. The land will be surrounded by Fan.

Even if the fan is so powerful, it is impossible to kill the encirclement of these inner guards in a flash and watch this scene. Everyone was relieved, and He Zongwei’s face after the crowd was slightly better. The pale color is gone. In addition to the two ruddy, he shouted in the back: "The speed of this murderer!"

Place names. Tree shadows, even if everyone knows that the blood in Kyoto today is the result of a small fan, but before it is found. Who dares to go forward and win the Fan Leisure? Especially if Fan Xian does not get started first. The banned generals and the guards of the inner court. How dare you rush to rush?

The imperial city was under a ruin, and the voice of the troops was everywhere. However, in the twinkling of an hour, there was a very urgent voice coming out of the big house in the middle of the book. I don’t know how many banned troops came around. Surround this big house. These officials, who are Fan Xian and actually control the Qing Dynasty court, are surrounded by the house.

Fan Xian inserted a pair of wings at this time. I am afraid I can't fly too. However, he did not seem to want to escape. He just looked at the crowd quietly after He Zongwei, and took a step forward.

This step does not know how many officials are timid. There was a burst of screaming inside the big house. And the dozens of guards around the Fan are forced to go.

Fan Xian stood still. Everyone is separated by people. He Zongwei, who is not far away, said calmly: "Maybe as many people have said. In fact, you are a person who can make a clear statement. In the future, it is very likely to become a famous member of the history."

Then he shook his head and said, "But I won't give you this opportunity to continue to live. It's strange to say. I don't know why I am so sick of you. This kind of disgust is simply no reason...you The utilitarian heart is too heavy. I always want to step on others to climb up, and this kind of pie is the one I don't like the most."

"Even if you don't like it. At most, you can beat you with two fists, but I didn't expect you to invest your life in the fight against my career." Fan Xianwei smiled and said: "It's a pity. This career is It’s not how glorious. It gives me more reasons to kill you.”

Fan is very gentle and laughs. However, in the eyes of everyone in the house. This smile is very gloomy. It’s terrible, it’s full of killings, but he doesn’t seem to have the meaning at the moment, so the bans and guards around him don’t dare to move, for fear of arousing the madness of the big man. Come to kill the Quartet.

When he heard the words behind Fan Xian, He Zongwei’s eyes flashed a fierce man, ready to vent a few words. Unexpectedly, there was a colic in the abdomen. This pain was so real, and it was so fierce that his face suddenly became pale and he could not say a word.

"You are a utilitarian in the heat, climb up to the villain at all costs, you can win over, you can win the court, and even win over the world. But how can you win me?" The eyes are cold and indifferent. Slowly said: "You seem to be clean hands, how many people have been dyed in the blood. Your official uniform. How many people are in the soul, you know. I know."

"I am killing you today, killing you as an official. It is for the heavens. It is for the Qing Dynasty." Fan said that he did not even believe in himself. Ironically looking at He Zongwei's pale face. Bullying him can't say a word at this time.

"I don't understand why you climb up at all costs. I stepped on the corpse of my subordinates. I finally figured it out, not because of the natural hostility between the court and the court, nor because I don't. Willing to marry your sister to you. Not to mention what you have to say to you."

Fan sighed pityfully: "All this, it was just because you yell at me. You are not as good as me, Wu is not as good as me. The reputation is not as good as me. The power is not as good as me. How hard you can raise a few more black dogs. It will never be possible to catch up with me in my life."

"You must not be convinced. I don't accept how I have a good father. Good mother... But the fate is there, what are you doing?"

A few drops of soy-sized sweat beads dripped from He Zongwei's pale forehead. He stared at the sinister eyes. Looking at Fan Leisure. Wanting to anger something, but unable to speak, he is unable to stand up. Sitting on the edge of the incomparably.

"This is a complaint, but the grievance of Jun is the root of the chaos in Daqing." Fan Xian stared at the squatting place along the side of He Zongwei, saying in one word: "The complaint is too strong to prevent the broken intestine. Today I will give you a broken sausage. field."

Every word. Every sentence is like a knife. Pierced into the ancestral ears of He Zong. He didn't want to listen to it. He knew that his own officials would definitely die today, and Fan Xian must have a backhand in the dark. He just didn't know why he was in front of so many officials. Fan Xianhui said so much useless words.

The official is dead. As long as you are alive, you have the grace of your Majesty. In the future, you can always re-establish your own strength. But why, after the little knives entered the ear, they began to smash in the abdomen? Why are the knives like cutting their own intestines? Let yourself hurt?

Give you a broken heart! After this statement, the atmosphere in this slippery house under the imperial city roots was very tense, and all the officials were scattered, avoiding the possibility of a violent storm, and the ban Then constantly came in from outside the house. Arranged in countless columns, stopped in front of He Zongwei.

All A is arranged in a ban on the body. The extraordinarily squeezing the big house under the broad land door, and staring nervously at the lonely fan.

It was arrogant in the sword. A moment of touching the mouth. Under the door, the book is leaning against the courtyard of the palace wall. There was a loud and screaming cry.

"No!"

Hu Xueshi, who was covered in snow, rushed in from the direction of the palace. After hearing the speech of Fan Xian in Taixue this morning. The university student knew that there was a big deal in Kyoto today. He rushed to the palace in the first time. However, there was a delay in the middle. I only heard a few words from my Majesty, and I heard an **** feast. There were major events in the death of imperial officials in various parts of Kyoto. Then there was a quick report. Said Fan Xian has already killed the book under the door!

No one dares to stop Hu University. In such a tense moment, no one would care about his entry. At most, there were several officials in the middle of the book, watching Hu University rushed to Fan Xian’s side, worried that he was injured by Fan’s madman. Wowed in fear.

Hu University students care about these calls. A hand hugs Fan Leisure from behind. Fighting this old life, dragging Fan to the back, yelling out loudly: "You are crazy!"

These things happening today, in the eyes of everyone, the little fan of the poet who was shocked by the world is obviously crazy. Otherwise how could he trample on the dignity of the court? Make so many evils. A big deal. Things happening in Kyoto today are not rebellious. What else can you count?

Hu University also knows that only officials in Kyoto have been stabbed. It is enough to provoke your majesty. Fan will be squandered in hell, but he is still desperately holding Fan. Don't let him do it. Under the door, Zhongshu saved the university scholar. Waiting for the blood to splash in front of the temple!

More than just celebrating the country. There have been no horrible scenes in the whole world!

The scene at this time was very funny, very funny, but no one laughed, and the imperial city was quiet. Everyone was horrified to see Hu University’s old and weak body. Desperately holding the fan. However, how can he drag and hold?

Fan Xian suddenly felt that there was a warmth in his heart. He smiled and bowed his head and said, "Let's let go, it's already late."

The Hu Shishi behind him was in a stalemate. Trembling and let go of the hand, some unbelievably looked at Fan leisure.

At this time, I have been hiding behind the crowd. Sitting in the horror of the Hezong Weihe University, he suddenly retched twice, and then spit out a lot of black blood!

Blood water splashed the official uniforms of many officials in front of him, and it was extremely ugly in black. There was a burst of exclamation in the house. Several officials rushed forward and screamed at He Zongwei, and began to desperately call for the doctor...

He Zongwei's double eyes began to swell. Hearing also began to subside. I can't understand what my colleagues are saying. He only clearly felt the pain in the abdomen, and the little knives seemed to have successfully cut their intestines full of enthusiasm and blood into a piece of land.

It hurts. The liver and intestines are so painful. He Zongwei knows that he can't do it. He doesn't know when Fan Xian is letting himself poison. Did not notice the small pinhole on the little finger of his right hand, he just felt unwilling. Obviously, I have a passion for this court. I wish to shed blood and seek a name, why is it that the last spit out is a black blood?

His vague eyes searched for the grievances in Fan’s cold face. Unwilling to be an official. Do something for you. What is wrong with doing things for the court? It is killing some people. Betrayed some people? But for thousands of years, people in the officialdom are not all doing this? Do you have no innocent people to die because of you? You don’t have to betray anyone, it is because you are born to be the master. Those of us are born to be slaves...

He Zongwei wants to be angry with the geological question. Why do you use those inexplicable reasons to kill me? You are just a ignorant person who only does things by his own likes and dislikes! However, this question is ultimately said that he can’t say it. Black blood flowing from the lips. Stop his speech. Also prevented him from breathing.

Just before the royal doctor came over. When he was a college student and a doctor, he was the first red man in the Qing Dynasty. He Zongwei was at the foot of the Imperial City. Under the door, the book is in the provincial hall. In public, he vomited blood and died.

In the process. Fan Xian has been calm and indifferent and even coldly watching He Zongwei. Watching him vomit blood. Watching him struggle with pain, watching him sullen. The expression on his face was still calm, and there was no tremor. He did not know that He Zongwei’s grievances and unwillingness before his death. He doesn't need to know either. These officials died in the first seven days of the first month of the Qing Dynasty. Including He Zongwei itself. In fact, they are just some preparatory work.

The death of He Zongwei has nothing to do with his likes and dislikes, just for those who must protect himself. For those who have died in Kyoto in the south of the Yangtze River, this majesty has been raised. Officials who specialize in dealing with the fan system must die.

This is just a part of the calm calculation of machinery. Fan Xian only needs to confirm the death of this person. And my heart did not give birth to too much sigh. Sighing things. Stay until you die before you say it is too late.

Hu University looked at He Zongwei's body with a sly look, then turned his head heavily, with an angry. Disappointed, the emotions looked at Fan's cold face, and a cold voice squeezed out of his chest and abdomen.

"Take this murderer."

He stood by Fan’s side, and stood in disappointment and anger at Fan’s side. Orders to capture and even kill the fan. However, he did not care that he could easily reach out and let him die with He Zongwei.

Fan Xian naturally will not kill him. He looked at Hu University. Smiled apologetically.

Just before the banned troops rushed up, the inner court chief **** Yao **** finally rushed to the middle of the book province, using the voice of sharp. The powerful screaming shouted: "There is a purpose under your arm. You will be forced into the palace!"

The purpose has finally arrived, and there is no doubt that this is a will for a qualitative claim. However, the purpose is to let Fan go into the palace, about everything between the Emperor and his illegitimate child. It is impossible for officials in these courts to see and hear.

There is silence in the big house. Countless binoculars cast their eyes on the body, Fan Silence for a moment, watching Yao Taiji ask: "Do you want to tie?"

Yao **** is silent. No words at all. Fan Xian couldn't help but sigh. To tie nature, no one can tie himself to the ground. It is just that the purpose of the majesty can easily make this person's family and friends. Become a rope that can never be broken.

"My umbrella is on the door. Don't let anyone steal it."

Fan Xian finished this sentence. Then he followed the Yao **** to the deep palace. Behind him. The officials still surrounded the body of He Zongwei. Compassionate.

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