Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The damp smell mixed with **** suffocation, began to ferment outside the prison at the end of the ramp, and the men and women who were still in love on the bed a month ago had already changed their roles. Fan took a look at the woman’s miserable appearance and frowned slightly. She thought that she would come to this woman with a wonderful thing like the one written in the Ming and Qing novels, or take her home like Bai Letian. Who knows that the story has not yet begun, it has already ended. However, there is nothing to sigh. Since the other party wants to kill himself, if at this time, as Mr. Fei Jie said in the past, the extra sympathy is actually a great burden to himself and the people around him. responsibility.

Facing the two sinful eyes, Fan Xian explained very gently and calmly: "I think that this kind of life can master it by yourself, so I will give you the poison. You should know that your death is not good for me. So I don't need to look at me with this kind of gaze, I still pity you, but I don't feel guilty. The heads of my three guards were photographed by your people as rotten watermelons. Who would feel guilty about their death? ?"

He waved his hand: "Maybe you don't believe it. I used to hate this god. I thought I was doing good things all my life. In the end, I got the most miserable ending. If I hate it, this is estimated to have been hated by me." Millions of holes, so I later understood that when you still have the ability to master your body, you must feel lucky that you still have a day to live."

Sylvia is still silent, but gently lifts his hands full of wounds. Do not let them come into contact with rough thatch.

"Sister girl. I want to open some, this world has nothing to do with his own life." Fan Xian calmly said: "You are a Qing people, but for the North Qi life, can give up so much, think it should not be for money, but for Reasons for revenge. I don't know if the rumors about Kyoto are true, but if you want to do something, you have to make sure you are alive, and you have to pay a price when you want to live. ""

Syllabus raised his head violently. Although the light in his eyes was bleak, it was like a fire in a tomb. He never refused to go out. After a long time, she gritted her teeth and said, "How do you guarantee that I can live?"

The spirit of Fan Xian was alive and he was half-squatting. Said: "You have just arrived in Kyoto today, I will be able to go to the prison to judge you, you should be able to guess my status in the supervision."

Si Li shook his head weakly: "Do you think I will believe you?"

"This has nothing to do with trust." Fan said softly: "This is gambling. But now you are more passive. Because between life and death, you have no choice."

The literary vision was moving helplessly. It seems to be a little heart. She turned her face and looked at Fan's clean and beautiful face. I don't know why, but I thought of the two people who were above the flower garden in the middle of the night, and an unreasonable hatred poured into her heart. She rushed up like a madman and vomited to Fan’s face.

Fan Xian sideways to avoid, very surprised, clearly this woman is looking at the heart defense will be loose, how suddenly changed a face? Where does he know that, regardless of past and present, no matter what kind of occupation, this woman's mind is always like a fine needle on the bottom of the sea. It is difficult to touch and difficult to touch in the mountains.

Fan is a little bit irritated, and the brows of Liu’s brows are wrinkled tightly, his face is constantly changing, and he doesn’t know what he is thinking. He thought that the ginseng who committed suicide last night, and then think that the one in Zhangzhou is already dead, knowing that the other person is squatting and fast? If you want to catch someone who really wants to deal with yourself, it seems that only the manager can speak. If the confession is too late, I am afraid that people who contact Sylvia will die or leave. The use of punishment seems to be insufficient in a short period of time to make this North Qi female spy nerve collapse, but unfortunately now the time is needed for leisure, or what is it for a few days?

Seeing what I can't ask from her mouth. Fan Xian seems to be somewhat disappointed. He stood up from the fence and seemed to be preparing to leave with Wang Qiian. Suddenly... He took a deep breath and frowned and looked at the woman through the fence before standing back in the prison. Wang Qiian looked at him a little surprised.

Fan’s voice rang lightly and faintly: “Speaking who did it, I swear by the name of the ancestors in this world, I will definitely let you go.”

Answering him is a dead silence, but Fan is not willing to give up, a pair of gentle eyes look at the face of Sylvia, watching the **** hands of Slie in the chest.

The moisture in the dungeon has a musty smell, and the fence and time between the fan and the manager seem to have become moldy. I don’t know how long it took, and the reason is still biting the lower lip. Without speaking, it is clear that there is some kind of painful struggle in her heart. The bottle of poison thrown to Fan is a celadon bottle. At this time, under her hand, on the hay, lying quietly, it seems to be emitting some very strange taste.

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A long time later, Fan sighed and seemed to give up. Before leaving, he said the last sentence to Syllider: "You hold the same hands... very like a cute puppy."

Later, Wang Qi-nian had always felt that Fan Gongzi was somewhat nervous, and in that situation he could laugh at the enemy's spies. Fan Xian himself did not have this kind of consciousness, and it was purely subconscious. Of course, he doesn't know what it will do if he just speaks a word, what will happen to him in the future.

Sylvia heard him say that he was like a cute puppy, a slight glimpse.

To everyone's surprise, it was followed by the female spy's smile. After a laugh, her face changed for a while. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I felt that my spirit was very relaxed at this time. It seems that this After a smile, all the burdens were removed, and the soul of the whole person began to hide in his own body and cautiously prayed for survival. Her body was like being soaked in warm hot water. Very comfortable. I really began to miss the goodness of life.

As she slowly raised her head, some pale lips twitched slightly and said three words: "Mr. Wu."

Fan’s listening is clear and clear, it is the word “Mr. Wu”. After a trip, he looks back at Wang Qiian. Wang Qi-nian nodded and said that he heard the name. He was relieved, and a faint excitement came to his mind. He reached into the fence and took the small porcelain bottle filled with poison from the hay in the incomprehensible eyes and said to her, "Thank you." Then he turned and left.

Sylvia seems to understand something.

It was the blood of the hands holding the fence tightly, and yelling at the back of the passing hate: "Don't forget, you swear in the name of your ancestors."

After the heavy iron gate was quietly closed, the prison of the Supervisory Hospital responded to calmness and darkness. The prisoners here usually went to the local government in a few days, so the remaining prisoners were not too many. Therefore, the sound of crying faintly in the deepest part of the martyrdom is very clear and very sorrowful.

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After a while, the prison head respectfully pushed a wheelchair out of the secret room. Chen Pingping is sitting in a wheelchair and closing her eyes. Suddenly blinked and asked: "How do you see the pet I chose?"

What he asks is naturally a leisure.

The prisoner thought for a moment: "He is very hot, he only takes half of it."

"Which half?"

"The hand may be spicy. But the bone is still a gentle little man."

Chen Pingping smiled, and the old ground surface showed a hint of gratification: "So good, so good, the gentle way of heart, always better than the sorrowful means, at least wrongly got the news from the Secretary of the mouth ""

The head calmly asked: "How is the manager handling?"

Chen Pingping thought for a moment and said faintly: "Look at a period of time, if you can develop into our people, try it. If not, naturally kill."

"You don't need to tell the Fan Tis?"

"I am going to give this yard to him, but since he does not have this ability now, there is no need to know too much."

"Yes." The prisoner responded and said: "One place is ready to go."

Chen Pingping coughed twice. At this time, Manchu Wenwu thought he was still in the palace. No one could have imagined that he had just come to the dungeon. I finally coughed better. He signaled that he pushed himself out. He closed his eyes and thought for a while and said: "Since Mr. Wu has already killed Fangda ginseng, it is estimated that he has left Kyoto for a while. I am afraid Not too late."

He shrugged his head. He was responsible for the hosting of seven affairs. He never looked down on the efficiency of one place. There was no fun in investigating such things, so he was not very concerned about whether he could catch the Mr. Wu. Just looking at the top of the head and shouting a little, some headaches said: "President, you don't want to eavesdrop again next time, this wheelchair has to be moved up, it is really difficult."

Chen Pingping smiled. He came here after he came out of the palace today. He wanted to marry the son of the old man. What is it like now? Is there any ability to take over everything he has prepared for him, about the assassination of Niulan Street? Like Wu Bamboo, he didn't put it in his heart. It was just a small matter. If Fan Xian died like that, naturally he would not have to worry about it. It is more important to look at the qualities that Fan Leisure has shown in dealing with this incident.

This is a small test.

Fan Xian did not know this, and hurriedly and Wang Qienian had a dungeon. From his mouth, he learned that Mr. Wu is a famous adviser in Kyoto. He has always been between the two emperors and the Prince. There seems to be no obvious tendency, but according to Rumors, behind the many things in the officialdom, there is a terrible figure of this middle-aged man.

Fan Fei brows slightly raised, the beautiful face is slightly heavy, knowing that the other is an old fox, will certainly think of all the clues to cut off, this time may have learned to go to which mountain to go to seclusion. The so-called counselor likes to do this kind of thing. After waiting for seven or eight years, after the matter fades, he runs out again and continues to throw a bad water.

"How can I be sure that the reason is true?" Wang Qiian asked him.

Fan Xian calmly replied: "It is very simple. If Wu Bo'an is still in Beijing, it is not him. If he has already ran, it is him."

Very simple judgment, perhaps the closest thing to the truth, there are so many things in the world that are complicated by the stupid head of human beings.

Wang Qi-nian said nervously: "Is it really necessary to put aside the reason? Adults, you don't have this kind of authority right now, but before..." Although the people in the supervisory court have always disrespected the ghosts, they are incomparable to the existence of the ancestors. respect.

Fan Xian did not answer him. He only thought in his heart that his ancestors in this world... did not seem to have much relationship with himself. He knew that it was inconvenient for him to come out again at this time, so Wang Qinian would inform one place. Mu Tie knew his identity and should believe what Wang Qiian said. When the two broke up, Fan’s jaws secretly pointed a little to the darkness of the corner, and confirmed the name Wu Bo’an to that person.

After arranging these things, Fan Xian went back to Fan Fu and went over the wall, lying quietly on the bed, waiting for the news of tomorrow. After Wang Qi-nian entered the Supervisory Hospital, he was surprised to find that one of his colleagues had already been ready to go, and he was surprised. Mu Tie looked at him with a slight smile.

When there was nothing in the night capital, Fan returned to Fanfu and said hello to everyone. Then he entered a secret room he asked for from his father, carefully taking out a small sealed small leather bag from his arms and putting the small one. The celadon bottle fell out of the leather bag. This bottle is made of blue sand, which is bigger than ordinary porcelain, so it is enough to accommodate some faint fragrance. In order to let Si Li relax and be vigilant, Fan spent a lot of effort. Taking out a clay pot from the corner and opening the lid, a smudge of the scent of the face almost made him dizzy.

Re-sinking the small bisque bottle into the clay pot, Fan returned to the bedroom, twisted thin silk quilts on his legs, and slept uncomfortably. On the second day, Wang Qi came back to pay back. Some people said that Wu Bo’an had already left the capital. He had already expected this and he was not disappointed.

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There are about eighteen miles from Kyoto, and you can see the snow on the Cangshan Mountain. Even in the early summer, the Zhuangyuan is still very cool. The grape shelf has been displayed with leaves and a piece of lush.

Wu Bo’an, who was asked by Fan Fan’s hardships and hardships, was sitting on the grape rack at this moment, looking at the young man opposite, with a slight blame: “You should not come.”

The opposite young man was the second son of the prime minister, Lin Biao. He looked at Wu Bo'an and said very politely: "Mr. Wu is forced to leave Kyoto, and Xiaoyan naturally wants to send it."

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