Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Numerous **** palace ladies came in from the waste gardens like the tricks. All kinds of dishes, fruit bowls, and steam pots were sent to the emperor’s majesty and Fan Xiu, and they ate in the downstairs. Rice, chat with the sky. And the woman, the woman who straddles the history of the Qing Dynasty, between the emperor and Fan Xian, is quietly on the drawing paper in the second floor room, watching quietly

It should have been the beginning of a killing, but it became the last supper between the father and the son. Fan is clear about this, accepting this, the war between two people, one can't always get up. Since it has been suffering for so long, he has made such a brave and even stern decision, and then one more night. What is the difference? More crucially, as the words of the previous emperor’s embarrassing situation, since this is a war between two people, it is always necessary to leave some time for the emperor to do what he has already allowed. of.

Is enough time for one night?

"Your Majesty, if the girl came to kneel down to resign." Yao **** stood at the bottom of the small table, with his head low, respectfully said.

"Let her come in." The emperor smiled slightly and looked at Fan Xian, meaning that he promised you something, and naturally would do it.

A chilly wind rolled into the building, and a snow-like woman entered the wind with a steady pace and a calm look. It’s Fan Ruoru’s shallow blessing in front of his knees.

After resigning to the emperor. The girl, who had been under house arrest for several months in the palace, slowly turned around and quietly looked at her brother, and gradually gave birth to a faint wetness.

Fan idle stood up. Smile shook his head and said: "No crying."

So Fan Ruo Ruo had a strong bite and bit his lip, and said with a smile: "Brother, I haven't seen it for a long time."

It has been gone for a long time. Since Fan Xian went to Dongyi again, their brothers and sisters have never seen each other again. After Fan returned to Beijing, he only saw the rain in the early autumn. Fan Ruouo has been under house arrest for the time being, as a hostage to contain him.

Fan Xian went forward and gently took the sister's somewhat thin shoulders and hugged her. She whispered in her ear: "I will swear some more in the future, and respect my father and mother." When he said this, Fan I always feel that time is turning back. This snow-and-white woman seems to be a little yellow-haired girl who couldn’t tell the story in many years ago.

Fan Ruouo snorted. Then she retired. She knows why her Majesty will put herself into the palace today. It must be an agreement between her brother and her Majesty. In this life, she is most convinced of her brother’s teachings and arrangements, and she has no doubts. She just accepted this calmly and silently

Repeatedly quiet in the small building. However, it was not quiet for too long. Yao’s **** screamed a little slyly: “The three halls are down. Just outside the building, the slaves can’t stop him.”

At the same time, the Emperor and Fan Xian did not seem to think that the Three Emperors would appear in this place at this moment, and did not expect that the Fangfang Palace would not stop the boy.

The three emperors walked into the building and bowed to the emperor. They also gave a ritual to Fan. They said with a sigh of relief: "I have seen the father and met the gentleman..."

What is wonderful is that after the three emperors finished the sentence, they turned and left. They did not care about any rules and regulations, leaving the emperor and Fan Xiu who were silent. These two people naturally clear the previous expression of the third child, and they all saw that the child’s eyes were red, and they wanted to come and cry outside.

The emperor looked at the empty ground. After a moment of silence, suddenly the expression was very complicated and laughed. There was a faint loss, and there was something that could not be concealed. Today, Li Chengping came to this small building, naturally to send off the line, naturally it is for the Fan to send off, this kind of sentiment, this kind of timidity, is in line with the emperor's temperament.

"Not bad?" Fan asked.

"You have taught well. This is also the point that I have always admired you most. I have never seen you how good they are, but whether it is the minister of the DPRK, your subordinates, or even a few sons, you seem to be willing. Stand on your side," said the emperor.

Fan Silence said after a moment of silence: "That is probably because I have treated them equally."

Yao’s **** entered the small building for the third time and calmly said: “There was a manuscript from the outside of the palace that was sent by Xiao Fan and a sword.”

The sword is a great Wei Tianzi sword, quietly placed on the table in front of Fan Xian. The manuscript is a sin of the Confucianism written by the old Ministry of Supervision today, for the purpose of his future decree.

Standing in front of the emperor, Yao’s **** quietly stated the movement outside the palace today. The inner court has a lot of natural eyeliner in Kyoto, and the riots caused by the storm in Kyoto today do not need to be specifically inquired. Know.

At the time, the censorship of the courts was squatting in the snow outside the palace, crying and screaming, and demanding that the sinister murderer should be severely punished. Fan Xian is not a murderous madman. Today's life in Kyoto is the backbone of the He faction. As for the sect of the sect, the priest is still alive.

In addition to these imperial doctors, the civil servants of various temples in Kyoto began to communicate under the dark, preparing to exert pressure on the palace. All of this was shocked by the murder of the temple system today. Endless fear, so they must stand up.

Fan Xian entered the palace from the middle of the book, and many court ministers waited outside the imperial city. They had to wait for the will of the emperor. However, one day passed, and the night was still there. The palace was still quiet, ministers. When I started to be angry and scared, did Fan Xian do so many heinous **** things, and still thinking about the meaning of father and son without punishment?

Because of the calm of the palace and the fears of the ministers, the royal family will be beheaded again outside the imperial city.

The wind and rain are coming, the pressure is great. The mountain wants to overturn, the lake wants to make waves.

The **** of Yao’s **** did not change the atmosphere in the small building. No matter whether it is the emperor or the fan, the pressure of the courtiers will not be put in the eyes, not to mention that after this night, there will always be a pair of fathers and sons who will make some kind of account for this world.

The emperor smiled. I picked up a glass of wine and sipped it and said a topic that I had never touched: "If you die, can you still manage the madman under your hand? If not, why do you want to let it go?" Are they alive?"

"Because you have to bet on me to be able to control them, or the world will be chaotic, it is not the scene you want to see."

The emperor's finger gently turned the glass, his eyes whispered: "Then you don't worry. If you kill you, don't do those things that answer you?"

Fan Xian bowed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly: "The emperor said that it is difficult to chase."

"Hummer...not a horse." The emperor smiled and said: "It’s four horses. This weird word was said by your mother, so I remember, I just didn’t expect it, you know."

The emperor then sighed: "Today's world, if you are not facing you, but your mother... I can't give her a fair chance to fight in any case."

Fan Xian sarcastically said: "You did not give her any fairness at the time."

The emperor shook his head. Indifference said: "I don't give her this qualification because I know that she will never use this day to threaten her, because with the world as a bargaining chip, she will cast this world into the casino. And she can't bear it... I am willing."

"I am willing to threaten you with the life and death of the people of the world." Fan Xian calmly said: "This is the difference that was said before."

The emperor shook his head again. Said: "So I still don't understand, since you love this country. How can you use this to threaten the world?"

"Because I have to first love from the people around me. In addition, I was originally a shameless and fearful person. If I am forced to die, of course, this road is not just referring to me... I don't mind dragging. The whole world and your ambitions will be buried with me.” Fan Xian said with a bow: “In fact, I have been waiting for someone, but that person is always not coming back, so there is no way, I have to work hard.”

Desperately, these two words say how to be helpless, but the emperor’s eyes are gradually brightening, because he knows who Fan is waiting for. In the view of the emperor, today's world, only that person can threaten his life and domination. After many years of **** crimes in the Taiping hospital, he has been faintly worried about the existence of that person, even at the expense of the temple. The messenger that was finally sent was sent to the alley next to Fan.

However, even then, Wuzhu is still not dead.

"He won't come back." The light in the emperor's eyes gradually converges, and he whispers: "Three years, he has to find out who he is, he can only go to the temple, and if he really returns to the temple, How can it come out again?"

Fan nodded and accepted this fact with some sadness. If Wu Zhushu is still staying on this continent, he is so passive in front of the emperor's majesty, and even threatened to make jade and burn.

"How did you let the temple stand behind you?" Fan leisure frowned at the emperor, which was one of the big questions in his heart.

"I have never been to a temple, but I have been with your mother for a long time. Naturally, I know that the temple is actually a place that has gradually decayed and desolate. The temple has always been ignorant of the world. This is true." The corner has a sly smile. "However, the temple has been quietly affecting this continent. Unfortunately, it is the world, they can’t be confronted, but your mother and the fifth are the people in the temple... The difference is enough, I naturally know how to use this.” Fan sighed and shook his head. He had to admire the power of the emperor’s old man, the temple that has always been worshipped by the world, in his majesty’s view, after all However, it is a knife that is better.

"In the Northern Expedition, the meridians in the body were broken, one finger could not move, the eyes could not be seen, the ears could not listen, the nose could not smell, as if it were a dead person, but the soul was hidden in the broken body, and could not escape. The emperor suddenly began to talk indifferently about the events of the past. "As in the endless darkness. With the suffering of loneliness, this pain has made a firm determination."

With the narrative of the Emperor's majesty, the lights in the entire small building were darkened. It seems that I will sink into the sea of ​​darkness that will never be released.

"In addition to myself, and the loneliness that I can experience, nothing is true." The emperor said: "Besides yourself, you no longer believe in anyone. In order to achieve the goal of defamation, you don't need loved ones or friends."

"When I woke up from the darkness, the first sight was Chen Pingping and Ning Er." The emperor blinked slightly. Said: "So you trust most of them. You don't have to worry about safety."

"However, I didn't think that Chen Pingping had betrayed... Hey." The emperor's eyes were even more powerful. A cold light came out of his eyes. His tone was faint and angry. He said with ridicule: "If you believe in the wrong person, you will become today." The pattern."

"You have not experienced the soberness of the darkness, so you don't understand what you are saying."

"I have had this experience." Fan idled his head and naturally did not explain it. It was still a long time ago. I have been in a world where I have been changed. "However, I have not become a person like you. Personality determines fate."

He suddenly blinked and said: "If... there is no leaf brow in the world, kneel down. What will it look like now? Will it be better?"

The emperor's eyes gradually became cold. Staring at Fan’s face, a touch of anger is hidden. Indifference said: "And not mentioning your mother, what is the appearance of the Congress today? You just need to remember that when the Wei Dynasty was rotted to the apex, it was not like the Daqing, it was the same as today. Northern Qi, it is also a hundred thousand miles."

"When the partial Wei Dynasty was bad, it was still a huge thing. Your mother came to this world, at least the life of the mountain was smashed... Why aren’t the former Wei’s survivors miss one of the former dynasties? Why? This thousand miles of rivers and mountains have never been the heart of the country, and the soldiers rebelled?" The emperor smiled coldly: "I want to go."

Fan Xiao smiled and said: "I don't bother to think that my parents are great people. It is not a very glorious thing for me to be a son."

The emperor finally laughed and the two continued to eat, continued to drink, and continued to chat. This father and son are actually very similar, the roots are cold and ruthless, just about the world, about the past, there are different opinions about the present, and there are different opinions about everything, but this does not affect the two of them in these years. They give each other trust and awe, and firmly occupy the peak of the world.

The small building listened to the snow in the night, this is the last dinner, and finally talked long.

Late at night, the two were in the shadow of the squatting, sitting on two chairs and starting to meditate, and began to rest, that is, the infuriating atmosphere flowing in their bodies was so harmonious, and there was a hegemony. The power to tear everything up is a kind of harmony in one place.

Unconsciously, dawn, the sun came out, the snow outside stopped, the wind stopped, the thick snow blanket on the ground like snow, reflecting the clear light in the sky, shining the large waste garden in the northwest corner of the palace. Especially bright.

Fan wakes up, sighs in his heart, stands up, picks up the big Wei Tianzi sword on the table with his right hand, walks to the door of the small building, then turns around and quietly looks at the emperor's armpit.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, the scorpion was very clear, very calm and indifferent, and there was no mortal emotion. The words that were said were finished. From this moment on, there was no trace of affection between the two.

Fan leisurely raised his right arm, from the shoulder to the elbow to the wrist, and then to the handle of his right hand, so that the sturdy swords that were not trembled and stable, facing the emperor's face.

The sword is still in the sheath, but it begins to sound like a dragon, and it looks like the silk tube in Chen Yuan is playing. The thick and overbearing instinct is carried into the blade along the mouth of the fan. To live this sword, a glimpse of the visible light of the naked eye began to permeate in the sheath.

Hee... The sword is struggling in the sheath, wanting to break through the sheath, but it’s not the way, its hardships and pains, the heart of the heart!

Fan Xian did not know how much infuriating gas was poured into it, and even constructed such a scene of shock. The emperor's eyes were slightly shrunk, his hands were still on the chair, and he did not get up, but the only remaining master in the world. I found that my most beloved son was more powerful than I expected.

Cold winter days. A drop of sweat dripped from Fan's eyebrows, and his delicate face was full of heavy and determined colors. He has been running for a long time, and then Qingdi did not start, he could not wait forever. The sword he held in his hand is almost uncontrollable. Stepping back, stepping on the threshold, and his right hand pierced the sword with a slap in the sky, and finally broke out!

The white light in the gap between the scabbards in his hand suddenly fluttered, and there was no sound in the small building. And the scabbard of the handle can no longer resist the wrath of the sword of the sword in the sheath. Struggling, conflicting, silent and strange, like an arrow, stabbed the face of the emperor!

Fan’s first sword is the scabbard!

Attached to the scabbard, he had a hard time in the past seven days, and he had a long talk of the night, and he was so aggressive that he slammed out. The extremely fast speed made the scabbard like the arrow of Yan Xiaoyi, and easily tore the air, beyond the limit of time, only one moment, one blink. Then came before the eyes of the emperor.

However, at this time there was one more hand in the air. A stable hand, one on the Dadong Mountain was once in a storm. The **** gave birth to a layer of old hands because of the long time of holding the pen.

This hand caught the scabbard, just like catching fireflies in the light and catching the dust in thousands of snowflakes. This hand is too fast, it is fast enough to catch light, and it is fast enough to catch shadows. How can it not catch the tangible and scabbard?

The calmness of the small building was broken, and the sound of the scabbard dragon humming was repeated, but it stopped abruptly.

The scabbard, which has been in the for a long time, is like a dragon that has been smothered by the throat of life, stopped breathing, and slammed his head in vain, lying in the palm of the emperor's arm.

His Emperor slowly stood up and his face was very calm. However, he must admit that Fan Xian’s realm today is beyond his judgment. This is a sword flying like a flying dragon. Some feeling of getting out of space.

The door of the small building was empty, and the emperor looked at it indifferently. The seat behind him was smashed, and the powder became empty and sprinkled all over the floor. Fan used his whole body to excite the scabbard. It seemed to be a desperate move. There was no audience around the small building, so no one expected it. I didn’t think that after that moment, his body was faster. The speed floated up, swept up and flew up.

His body is like a big bird. No, it is lighter and faster than a bird. It is like a snowflake that is swayed by the wind. It is a speed that is absolutely impossible for human beings, and it is almost from the door of a small building. Floated out of the distance of fifteen feet.

At this time, the snow began to fall again in the sky.

In the process of flying, Fan leisure almost stopped breathing, just relying on the law left before the death of the bitterness, feeling the chill around the air in the flow of the air, taking the opportunity to go, drifting away .

In the process of plundering, he had time to think. From the seat of the emperor to the small building, there was a distance of four feet, and the emperor had to pick up his own sword and think about it. It would not be too fast.

The four masters are already extraordinary, but they are not gods. They have their own different weaknesses. The weakest part of the hard-working master is his old body. The most powerful thing about Ye Liuyun lies in his body-like manner. If the big master in the small building is Ye Liuyun, Fan Xian will never expect to be able to leave each other. In the middle of the building.

However, at this moment, the emperor is in the middle of the building, and the true spirit is the crown of the world, and it is full of the top. However, with the infuriating, the body is always limited, and in the small range, there are ghosts and gods, just like the leaves and clouds. It’s raining all over the sky.

However, the Emperor’s Majesty did not seem to be able to rush out of the small building in such a short period of time, and then ushered in, there was no gap attack.

Two feet slid two feet in the snow, showing two snow ditch, Fan leisure figure shaped a falling snow surface, Jianguang flashed, across the front door, the front knee half a squat, it is a desperate slaying posture.

At the same time as the cold swordsman illuminated his delicate face, a sudden, vigorous, fast-burning fire instantly swallowed up the entire small building, and a sea of ​​fire appeared in the cold palace of falling snow.

A few muffled sounds, countless fire tongues skyrocketed, surrounded by the whole small building, the red hot radiance will instantly hang across the warmth of the cold sword in front of Fan Xian, red.

Such a large, so fast burning fire is definitely not naturally burned, I don't know what Fan has prepared in the small building.

However, Fan’s disappointment was that a sigh of breath in the sea of ​​fire, a figure, a huanghuang standing in front of the sea of ​​fire, indifference to look at his own figure, standing in the snow, throwing the sea of ​​fire Behind me.

Some of the robes on the body of the emperor had been burnt, and the hair was burned a little. His face was pale and pale, but he still stood so indifferently, watching Fan Xian indifferently.

"The gunpowder in three places, when was you moved into the palace." The emperor's eyes narrowed and looked at Fan.

Fan Xian opened his face and smiled, holding the hilt, and said: "Three years ago, the Kyoto rebellion, when I was in charge of the country, how much gunpowder to enter the palace, it is not difficult."

The emperor slowly walked into Fan Xian, his eyes narrowed, and the cold voice said: "It turned out that for today, you are actually prepared... for three years!"

Fan Xian squinted like an emperor, so as not to be affected by the bright fire, his lips said: "I just think that the mother's portrait is placed in this building, she must feel angry, so that is the case, It is better to burn a fire."

Yes, if the Emperor’s Majesty yesterday did not summon Fan Leisure in front of the small building, if it was not for the Emperor’s Majesty, he would not do it immediately, but would have a long talk with Fan Xian in the small building. Fan Xian could not find any engine shut-off and ignited gunpowder.

However, in fact, until the moment when Fan was stepping on the threshold, Fan Xian had always had full confidence. The emperor Laozi will definitely choose the small building in this abandoned garden.

Because there is a portrait of a light eyebrow on the small building. The emperor will definitely choose to face the portraits of this woman and completely break the grievances between him and her for decades.

Fan can confirm this because he is more able to control the emperor's mind than any other person in the world. He knows what kind of person the emperor is. The emperor is a person who is cold and ruthless but hypocritical and self-righteous and benevolent. Fan Xian is also very hypocritical. If he uses the words of the world, both father and son like to decorate the little Bourgeois. This drama, the small building is undoubtedly the best stage for his two.

When the fire ignited, Fan Xian’s heart fretting, he chose to bury gunpowder for three years as his big killer, because Chen Pingping’s wheelchair in the royal study gave him confidence and faced In all directions, there is no space to dodge the attack, it is a great master, and it is impossible to find a way to dodge from nothing.

The iron sand steel ball from the gun in the wheelchair is so, and the fire that is raging everywhere is also true.

It’s a pity that the Emperor’s Majesty is still standing in the snow, although his face was pale in the past, it must have been separated from the sea of ​​fire, and it’s costly. However, this raging fire did not give He caused irreversible injuries.

"The fire is too slow." The emperor looked at Fan Leisure coldly, without a trace of feelings.

"Try the sword." Fan took the big Wei Tianzi sword and smiled cheerfully.

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